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Ghost | Sinners in Secret | Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty Six - The Wedding Night Incident Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags! A/N: ** INSERT 'I WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC AND VANISHED EXCUSE HERE' LOL! no but for real I'm sorry I fell off the planet, long story short my ten year relationship fell apart, I started my post-semi divorce hoe stage with someone I work with, lost all motivation and inspiration to write, have insane/mindblowingly good sex, see Fall Out Boy and BMTH at Fenway Park and managed to squeeze in time to see my first ritual at which I acted like a feral goblin LOL

As always, this chapter is has been reviewed by my beta, @lurancyvenom whom I love! Thank you for coming to stay with me and coming to the ritual with me, literally has been the best week of my life and I cried the whole way home from the airport LOL <3

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No sooner had I heard the sound of the lock flicking closed behind me did I feel hands tugging my veil off my head, tossing it to the side. Someone’s lips were already pressed against the skin of my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh, and I could no longer hold in the whimper that bubbled up in my throat. I felt Terzo chuckle against my skin as he stepped close behind me and his lips brushed against my bare shoulder. His hands settled on the curve of my waist and he pulled me back firmly against him. 

Suddenly feeling almost boneless, I couldn’t help my head rolling back against his shoulder, eyes shut, as he pressed featherlight kisses into my skin. I felt as though I was basking in the warm glow of Mediterranean sunshine as the heat pooled in my belly and in my chest. Gods, it seemed an eternity had passed since I’d had them so close to me, and I was drunk off of the sensation of them touching me together, finally at the point we’d all been waiting so long to reach. 

Strong hands cupped my jaw and I locked eyes with Copia’s mismatched gaze, filled with liquid fire. Tenderly, he pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss filled with many light emotions. 

“...Ti amo…” he mumbled. “Amore… mia moglie… nostra moglie…”

The tone he used made a shudder slip down my spine, a gasp shared between our parted lips.

“Mm… la nostra amata moglie, Cardinale,” Terzo chuckled behind us. “Now she is all ours… nobody else's…”

Again, like twin flames, they pressed featherlight, open mouthed kisses to my skin. My chest, shoulders, cheeks, chin - anything within reach. I was panting and we hadn’t even moved from in front of the doors yet. 

“I love you, both of you...” I whimpered as Terzo rocked his hips, and obvious hard cock, against my ass. “You’re mine…”

Copia growled, deep and possessive, and he tugged me away from the doorway towards our bedroom. I followed along, almost like a marionette, and I took Terzo’s hand as we moved to bring him with me. I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from my lips, and I blushed at the roguish look in my Papa’s eyes. Once we were in the bedroom, Copia made quick work of tearing the dress off of my body. Literally. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sound of the ripping seams, heat instantly pooling between my legs, and I locked eyes with him as he groaned. 

“Oh Tesoro…” Terzo chuckled behind me, his hand snapping out and cracking me on my bare ass. I jumped, letting out a quiet gasp. “How positively sinful… naked for us?”

I purred under Terzo’s touch as his hands, bare and warm, kneaded the stinging spot as he stepped close enough to grind against me. I felt drunk as I stood there panting, my eyes unfocused as they locked with Copia’s, the heat and lust evident in his hungry gaze. Copia stepped close to us, one hand settling at my waist as the other reached out and tipped my chin up, and he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss so searing it took my breath away. I whimpered as one of my hands reached out and cupped his jaw, my other reached back to grope at the swell of Terzo’s cock. 

The shorter man behind me let out a hiss between gritted teeth, resting his painted face against my shoulder as he rocked rhythmically against me. His hands settled at my hips before one slipped between my legs and ghosted against my core. I moaned into Copia’s kiss, heat flooding my veins, then tore away from him to snake one hand into Terzo’s hair and tug his lips to mine. 

He chuckled into my frenzied kiss, his fingers skilfully plucking the strings of my arousal in a way that only he knew how. 

“I want to taste you, Topolino,” Copia muttered, his hands sliding from my waist to curve around the swell of my breasts. I whimpered, burying my face into Terzo’s neck. “On the bed. Now.”

The sharp growl of the last word sent another shiver down my spine, and lust pooled between my legs. I kicked off my shoes, dress long abandoned on the floor, and slipped into the massive four poster. I watched as they both tugged their tailcoats and vests off, kicking off their own shoes. I couldn’t help the giggled shriek as Copia’s hand wrapped around my ankle and he tugged me to him, settling between my legs and trailing soft kisses down my chest. A soft groan slipped out before I could stop myself as he pressed gentle, teasing kisses against my hips and thighs, his fingers featherlight as he caressed my core. 

“Copia…please…” I whined, hands reaching down to thread into his dark hair. “No more teasing…”

“Ah, ah amore…” he spoke, and I jumped at the feeling of his breath against the apex of my thighs, a shudder running through me. “It is our wedding night, no? There is no rush…”

I felt my hips jump as his fingers slipped just slightly inside me, teasing me as they ran back and forth against my wet slit, but never went beyond barely grazing against my clit. I felt the bed dip and turned to see Terzo, positively feral as he looked down at me. He’d stripped naked already while I was distracted, and my eyes instantly drifted to his cock, my mouth practically watering. Gods I’d missed them, this feeling of being enveloped in love and passion and lust. 

“I need you, too…” I whimpered. While one hand remained curled in Copia’s hair, I couldn’t help as I reached out with the other for Terzo. The third Emeritus son was never one to last long when it came to me, not when I begged, and he smiled lasciviously as he slid next to me. 

“Always, Tesoro…” he purred, settling tightly against me to press soft kisses to my chest, collarbones, and bare breasts. “Anything for you.”

At that moment, Copia began to tease me with the tip of his tongue. I gasped, throwing my head back and arching my spine as his fingers spread me open and his tongue lapped at my core. My cunt clenched tightly as he groaned, his nose buried against me, and I rolled my hips in an attempt to get any friction I possibly could. His fingers suddenly thrusted into me while he sucked on my clit, and I felt my thighs clench against his head. The thread of my orgasm pulled tight, a strangled moan falling from my lips as I rode one husband’s face while the other murmured in my ear words of praise as he ground against my hip.

“Sweet girl, la nostra dolce ragazza…” Terzo murmured in my ear, his hands coming to settle against my throat. “Look at il tua Cardinale, si? Look at the way he devours you… I want you to look at him as he takes you apart.”

A broken gasp ripped its way from my throat as Copia slipped two fingers inside of me and curled to caress the sweet spot deep within me. I looked down and locked my gaze with Copia’s, a positively sinful look in his eyes. I was shaking, panting, and my fingernails dug into his scalp as he timed a flick of his tongue with a curling of his fingers and I saw stars. My orgasm ripped through me with little warning, my hips writhing against his mouth, and a strangled moan filled the room. It clearly had been too long since I’d been able to let them pluck the pleasure from my body. 

Copia pulled away and crawled his way up my boneless body, leaving wet open mouth kisses against my skin. My nerves felt frayed but I could tell by the look in their eyes that neither man was finished with me. I shuddered as Terzo tugged on my chin and forced me to meet his gaze. 

“My turn, Tesoro…” he chuckled darkly, a wolfish smile on his lips. Even after all this time I couldn't help the blush that spread over my cheeks.

Suddenly, with an ungraceful yelp, I felt myself flipped over and onto my front, my face in Copia’s lap while Terzo pushed my knees apart. I looked up at Copia, his eyes filled with so many emotions and heat that I couldn’t help the smile on my lips. He shifted slightly and I could see his cock in all its glory in front of my face, then gasped as the tip of Terzo’s tongue ran up the back of my thigh, followed by a kiss to my slick folds. 

My hand moved without thinking, curling around Copia’s cock tightly and moving in time with Terzo’s gentle, exploratory kisses to my core. I was panting and arching back against him in time with the movements, a whimper slipping from my lips before I could stop it. Copia drank in the sight of us greedily, his eyes hungry as he watched his lovers, his spouses, take pleasure in each others bodies. I felt the Cardinal’s hips begin to rock with the movement of my hand and I locked eyes with him as I finally took his cock, dripping precum, into my mouth with a groan. 

I watched as Copia slowly leaned back against the pillows, his arm behind his head as he held my gaze. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine. Suddenly there was a crack of skin on skin before the heat bloomed on my ass, and I couldn’t help the hiss that slipped out around Copia’s cock.

“Concentrati, amore…” Terzo chuckled behind me, a dark and mischievous sound. “We would not want to disappoint il Cardinale, sì?”

The feeling of Papa’s bare fingers sliding in and out of me, the pad of his thumb brushing teasingly against my clit with a feather-like pressure, it was almost too much. My eyes were hooded as I locked my gaze on Copia, who for his part was panting and lightly thrusting into my warm mouth as I bobbed up and down slowly. He groaned and his hand slipped to lovingly cup my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek before twining his fingers through the hair at the crown of my head, urging me to pick up the pace. I moaned as I took Copia as deeply as I could, still not the entire length of his cock, and shuddered as Terzo slipped another finger inside of me. Papa curled his fingers and gently pressed against the spot deep inside me that made my legs shake and my arms almost give out. 

“That’s it, amore,” Copia hissed, hips bucking up at a faster pace to match my movements. “Una brava ragazza per me…”

“Ah, ah, Cardinale. We do not want to lose you so soon, hm?” Terzo chuckled, pulling away from my core and the building pressure began to ebb. I whined, but that didn’t stop the shorter man from wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him. “Our lovely bride still has much in store for the evening…”

Copia’s cock popped out of my mouth as Terzo yanked me back and away from the other panting man. The look in Copia’s eyes could only be classified as borderline ghoul-like, feral and fiery. I could practically hear the growl deep in his chest as I was pulled away.

“Terzo…” Copia said, his voice low and menacing. “You better have a good reason for stopping Sorella…”

“Why of course, Cardinale… always.” Terzo chuckled, his hand snaking up and around my throat to hold me in place as he gripped my hip with his other hand.

I felt him under me, his cock hard and straining as I attempted to grind back against him. He chuckled, pulling me against his chest, and whispering against the shell of my ear.

“Papa gets what Papa wants, sì, amore?”

All I could manage in response was a keening, whimper-like sound. I knew it was all for the other man in the bed with us. I was a pawn between these two powerful men, a beautiful prize to be won in their unspoken battle of pleasure. Not that I was complaining. No, I was happy to be the one receiving all the attention from them.

A light squeeze of my throat brought my attention back to the moment as I felt Terzo settle behind me, his other hand gripping tight to my hips as I panted and tried to roll my hips against him. His chuckle was a deep rumble against my bare back as he slowly ran his cock against my dripping cunt, a broken gasp slipping from my parted lips. 

“Pazienza, dolce ragazza, pazienza, sì?” Terzo’s voice deep as he whispered to me; his breath hot on the shell of my ear, my breath ragged. “A little tease for our dear sposa…”

I felt the pleasure rolling deep in my belly and I couldn’t help but look at Copia, heat filling my cheeks as I took in the sight of him. His hair was a mess; between my fingers curling in the strands while he ate my cunt like a starving man, and his own hands running through it to push it back away from his eyes, it looked wild. His paints had been smeared on his lips, some almost certainly between my thighs, and the large panda-like eyes were muddled around the edges from sweat. He looked disheveled and undone, something the very reserved Cardinal never let show. I couldn’t help the small smirk that appeared on my face as he locked eyes with me, knowing full well I was the one responsible for this panting mess of a man.

Suddenly Terzo pushed his hips forward, the tip of his cock popping deliciously into me as he edged forward. I gasped, eyes snapping wide as I arched my back and tried to turn back to look at my Papa. His hand on my throat slid upwards and under my jaw, pinning my head to meet Copia’s gaze. The Cardinal was enraptured, his gaze locked on mine, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“Look Tesoro, look what you do to il nostro soffocante cardinale…” Terzo purred, his hips slowly ebbing and flowing against my shaking body. “Let us give him a good show, eh?”

I cried out as the tight grip on my hip slipped to my lower stomach as Terzo used my arched back against me and began to thrust into me at a punishing pace, the angle perfect as it allowed him to lave against that sensitive spot deep inside me. I shuddered against him, small pants slipping past my lips, all while I obediently kept my eyes on Copia. Terzo’s lips pressed softly against my neck and shoulder as his tongue and teeth gently grazed against my over-sensitive skin. I watched Copia’s hands clench and unclench, something he only did when struggling with a decision; a thrill running up my spine at the thought of what it could possibly be.

I could feel the embers of heat in my belly begin to grow into a steady flame, my thighs shaking as Terzo held me tightly in place. The noises I was making began to grow in both frequency and volume as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me. I was fighting to keep my eyes open as my nails dug into the soft sheets below me. 

“Terzo…please…” I begged, my voice almost ragged as I panted.

“Are you close, amore?” Terzo purred, the hand around my throat coming to cup my cheek and turn my gaze to look at his mismatched eyes.

“Y-yes!”

The coil was so tight it was almost painful, my breath was labored, and I knew my lips must have been swollen.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, mismatched eyes flashing for a moment as he kissed me, suddenly, possessively. 

The hand holding my jaw gripped my wrist, wrenching my hand from where I was clawing at the sheets and shoving it between my thighs. His finger guided my own at first until my sex-addled brain caught up and took over the aggressive movements. I was moaning and panting into his mouth, my head falling back against my shoulder as his movements became less and less precise. I knew he was as close as I was, my eyes drooping closed as I felt the last strands of the rope holding my orgasm deep in my belly begin to fray. A smack on my ass made me yelp and my eyes flew open, Terzo’s smug face looking right at me as my body began to shake with the effort of holding my orgasm back.

“Eyes on me, amate,” he growled, and a whimper slipped from my lips. “Vieni per il tua Papa…”

The wave of my second orgasm of the evening ripped through me, a strangled cry bursting out before Terzo’s lips were on mine again. I shuddered in his arms, the pair of us falling forward slightly as he pounded into me before I felt his hips falter for a moment. His cock twitched inside me as he followed me over the precipice, both of us panting in the afterglow together. I slumped, boneless in his arms as I tried to gather my breath.

“Dolce, bella ragazza…” Terzo muttered as he pressed soft kisses to my bare back.

I smiled, slightly delirious and exhausted as I stretched out my burning thighs. I could feel the chuckle rumbling in Terzo’s chest behind me.

“It looks like I won the bet, Cardinale,” Terzo preened, and my eyes slid open, watching the two men as I adjusted my position to settle back against the pillows. “Amore looks… come si dice… cock wasted?”

“Cock drunk.” Copia’s voice was low and gravely, my eyes drifted towards him. 

The expression on his face was dangerous and I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me. There was only one thing that face meant, and I was quite looking forward to what was in store. 

“She looks pretty okie dokie to me, yes?”  

I couldn’t help the snort that slipped out, my hands coming up to cover my mouth a second too late, and the arched eyebrow on Copia’s face told me all I needed to know. 

“On your feet, Topolino…”

His hand grabbed mine as he slipped from the bed, practically dragging me along after him as I struggled to make my legs work. My body was already deliciously sore as I moved to follow Copia, whose mismatched eyes flicked between my own and Terzo’s slightly shocked face from where he sat. We stopped at the foot of the bed, Copia coming to stand behind me as he pressed a hand between my shoulders to have me bend at the waist. He gently nudged my legs apart, widening my stance as I placed my hand on the ottoman at the footboard. I whimpered slightly as I felt Copia’s hand ghost over my swollen cunt, already beginning to drip at the multiple ideas of what awaited me. 

“You see, Fratello…”

“That is marito now, Cardinale…” Terzo snickered.

“Mi scusi, marito…” I didn’t need to see Copia to know the look on his face was murderous. “La nostra sposa and I have been together longer than you and her; naturally I would say I know her body better than you do, no?”

There was a sharp edge to his sickly sweet tone, and I felt my skin prickle. I couldn’t see him but I could sense him, almost like prey trying to stay still to avoid the eye of their hunter. I knew my breath was coming in quick pants, heart thundering in my chest.

“Per esempio…” A sudden sharp crack of his hand on my ass made me jump, though I had enough sense to keep my gasp as quiet as I could. “I know that she prefers a rougher hand at times, sì Topolino?”

Another crack of skin on skin and I wasn’t so lucky as to keep the cry in this time. I heard Copia chuckle as his hand gently ran over the reddening spot, my instinct taking over as I pushed back against his gentle touch.

“Y-yes Sir.” The words didn’t seem as confident as I said them out loud, tone warbling at the end. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift to Terzo. 

His breathing, previously calm and collected, was now borderline panting. Even from here I could see the way his pupils were blown wide as he watched Copia and I, his cock already hardening again between his thighs. 

“Una brava ragazza… I had her trained so quickly.” Copia’s voice was coming from behind my right side, my heart thundering as I tried to brace for the next swat of his hand. “She took to this so swiftly, so well…”

I jumped as his fingertips just barely brushed against the column of my spine, like he was trying to feel out each and every vertebrae along the way. His hand stopped just at the base of my neck, lazily drawing a small circle. My skin prickled, goosebumps breaking out all over as I tried to not shake under his soft exploration.

“She reminded me of someone…” He was just in my peripheral vision on my right, I was practically eye level with his cock and I had to resist the urge to drop to my knees and finish what I’d started earlier.

“She reminds me of you, my dear marito.”

The noise Terzo made was so borderline inhuman, I couldn’t stop my head tilting up to look at him. He had scooted forward on the bed, closer to us now and sat back on his haunches. I dared to look over my shoulder at Copia, feeling emboldened by the distraction of Terzo, and the look on the Cardinal’s face made me almost stop this little exchange in favor of an evening more akin to a romance novel.

Copia’s face may have the sharp edge of a dominant taking charge of two submissives, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings. They were soft and full of warmth that was nothing close to the steaming exchange happening in front of me. I knew there had always been an unspoken bond between them, a tension that never felt quite like two close friends. This was as close to a confession of love I had heard from Copia, and my heart clenched at the idea of my husbands not only in love with me but also one another.

Terzo clearly felt the same way as me, if the goofy grin on his face was anything to go by. Papa slipped off the bed, coming around to us. His hand on the small of Copia’s back caught the taller man’s attention. Gently and with more emotion than I thought was possible from the normally dramatic satanic pope, Terzo pressed a soft kiss to Copia’s lips. The Cardinal’s arms came around the smaller man’s waist and he tugged him tighter against him, the kiss growing heated as their lips parted. I couldn’t help as I slowly straightened up, blushing as I watched them. After a moment Terzo pulled back, a small soft smile on his lips as they rested their foreheads against each other. 

“Ti amo anch'io, Francesco,” Terzo chuckled, stepping back slightly and coming to me. 

His eyes were warm as he pulled me into his arms, cupping my cheek with one hand and slowly pressing his lips to mine. There was so much emotion in that simple action I thought I might actually cry, my arms slipping around his neck as I pulled him in. He chuckled into the kiss before stepping away slightly, turning to look back at Copia with a wry look on his face.

“No more of this game, eh Cardinale? Let us show her how we can work together to give her the best night of her life…”

Twin pairs of mismatched eyes turned to me, a blush spreading over my cheeks as they smirked at me. I felt Terzo’s arm wrap around my waist and pull me towards the bed, Copia’s gaze on my nude form as I followed obediently.

I slipped onto the bed, reclining in the middle of the mattress, and watched Terzo as he crawled toward me before settling between my legs. I felt his hand as it slid up my thigh, sending goosebumps over my skin. Terzo leaned forward and pressed soft kisses to my jaw and I couldn’t help as my eyes fluttered shut. 

“Amore… keep your eyes open,” Terzo chuckled as his lips slowly slid down my neck and his teeth nipped the sensitive spot by my ear. “We would not want to miss il Cardinale joining us, sì?”

I felt the bed dip as Copia came to slide himself behind me, and I leaned back against his bare chest, my head now resting on his shoulder and ass nestled against his hardening cock. I arched my back as Terzo’s lips slowly slid down my neck, across my collarbone and between my breasts while Copia’s hands slid from my upper arms, ghosting against the underside of my breasts, and came to settle on my hips. I felt him lean me forward slightly, a gasp bursting from my lips as he slipped his hand between my thighs, teasing my clit as he whispered to Terzo and I.

“Who is going to get the pleasure of your cunt this evening, Stellina?” the Cardinal growled, emphasizing his words with a rough roll of his hips. I moaned, resting my head against Copia’s shoulder while his fingers lazily pressed against my clit. “Mi chiedo chi avrà il piacere di scopare il tuo culetto stretto…”

There was a sort of strangled sound in the air, though truth be told I wasn’t sure whether it had emanated from Terzo or myself. Copia’s cock was now between my legs as he rolled his hips against mine, sliding back and forth against my slick cunt. I shuddered at the feeling as Terzo pulled my head forward to press a searing kiss against my lips. I moaned wantonly, feeling like a wooden marionette with the strings cut as he pulled me into his arms and settled me above him.

“Ride me, amore mia. I want to see your face when you come undone for us…” Papa groaned as I slid down on his rigid cock. A shudder ran down my spine, head thrown back and eyes hooded as I moaned his name.

I gave a few experimental rolls of my hips, before I looked behind me and locked on Copia’s face. His cheeks were flushed, hand roughly pumping his cock while spreading a slick liquid all over his length and fingers. I felt the bed shift as Terzo moved his legs to make room for Copia to settle behind me. I squirmed, rolling my hips against Terzo and I felt Papa’s hands grip my hips to hold me in place. Suddenly something pressed against my ass and I couldn’t help but tense up as Copia spread the lube.

“Stellina, you will need to relax…” The Cardinal purred in my ear, pressing his fingers against the tight muscle. “I will not hurt you… we will take this slow, yes?”

“Y-yes…” I gasped softly, cunt clenching as he gently teased me with his fingertip. “Yes, Copia…”

“Una ragazza così buona e desiderosa…” Copia groaned, finger now sliding in and out of meding in and out of me. 

Terzo groaned below me, his hands gripping my hips tightly to prevent me from rolling against them both. My own little sound of pleasure slipping from my lips, my hands planted firmly on Papa’s chest to keep myself upright as my thighs strained with the effort of keeping myself still. I let out a strangled cry as Copia slipped another finger in, my nails digging into Terzo’s skin despite his hiss of pain. I took a moment to adjust my position into something more comfortable while Copia scissored his fingers slightly as he slipped them in and out slowly, stretching me and making me feel more full than I ever had been before. Again, almost tenderly, Copia waited for me to adjust to the change before moving again. It wasn’t tease me anymore…”

“Copia…” I whined, feeling wanton as I rocked against him. I could feel Terzo straining to hold himself back. “Please don’t tease me anymore…”

“Are you sure, amore?” Copia groaned as I arched back against him again, the curve of my ass pressed against him. 

My only response was to moan into his neck as I buried my face against him. A deep, rumbling chuckle emanated from the Cardinal and I shuddered as he pulled his fingers from my ass before pushing me forward gently. His hand pressed against my lower back, causing me to arch my hips for him.

“Era da tanto che non condividevamo una donna così, sì marito?” Terzo hissed, his hands still gripping my hips almost painfully while I tried to squirm to find any sort of relief from the growing heat in my belly. “Una ragazza così coraggiosa…”

I felt the head of Copia’s cock brush against the tight muscle and I gasped, nails again digging into the bare skin of Terzo’s chest.

“Rilassati tesoro…” Copia mumbled in my ear, the slow push forward inside of me causing him to hiss at the feeling of me tensing up.

I couldn’t help the high pitched, strangled sound that slipped past my lips. My eyes fluttered shut, and Copia paused to give me time to adjust to the feeling of both of them. Copia’s hand on the small of my back slipped around to my lower stomach, pulling me and stretching me to the perfect angle for him to slip in. Terzo below me was shaking and panting, his expression almost pained, and I felt as he just barely shifted his hips. I could feel not only both of them inside me but the moment they brushed against one another through my walls, the heads of their cocks nudging each other. 

There were stars behind my eyes and a pulse deep in my belly as I tried to adjust my position while the two men inside of me began timing their thrusts to accommodate the other. I could feel Terzo shaking like a leaf below me; I knew he wouldn’t last long like this, and I couldn’t help but whimper as Copia pushed forward deeper inside of me. 

“C-cazzo, Stelina…” Copia groaned, resting his head against my shoulder blades as he panted. His thrusts faltered slightly and I knew they both were closer than either would like to admit. “Una brava ragazza per noi…”

A shudder ran through me and I bit my bottom lip to hold back a keening sound as Copia’s hand slipped from my lower belly to brush slightly against my clit. Terzo watched us with rapt attention, his face visibility flushed through his paints. 

“Do you see what you do to our Papa, amore?” Copia purred into my ear, his hips grinding against mine as he pushed me to rest more of my weight on my hands. “Don’t you see how he burns for you?”

I rocked my hips as much as I was able to in my position, Copia’s fingers skillfully plucking at the last strings of my orgasm. Both men groaned at the same time, and I couldn’t help the cock drunk smile from appearing on my face. In that moment I knew that as much as these men liked to think otherwise, I was truly the one in charge of our combined pleasures. I couldn’t help but lean forward, hands moving to tug Terzo up as much as he could, and press a searing kiss to his lips as I felt the sudden snap of my orgasm. He swallowed my desperate cries with a moan of his own; I could hear Copia hiss and swear but my mind felt like it was floating. 

Another few staccato thrusts from Terzo below me, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. His hands gripped my hips so roughly I knew I’d have bruises in the morning. He rolled his hips along with the pulse of my aftershocks, both of us shuddering at the feeling. Behind me there was a growl from Copia who pushed until he was fully hilted inside me, my high pitched keening sound ringing in my ears. The Cardinal tilted my neck and buried his face before biting down hard, not enough to pierce the skin but enough to sting. I arched back against him, shaking in his arms as the three of us slowly came down from our high. I was panting, entirely boneless, and unable to contain the goofy smile on my face as I flopped onto Terzo’s chest. Copia pulled gingerly out of me with a gasp before collapsing next to Terzo and I; an arm lazily slung around us best as possible. 

“Woah…” was all I could manage to say, my consciousness floating high above us still.

“I could not agree more, tesoro,” Terzo chucked, the sound rumbling in his chest as I listened to his heart pounding.

I looked up at him, resting my chin on my hands, and smiled sleepily at him before turning to Copia. He looked like he’d just run a marathon, chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. I reached out to him, cupping his cheek fondly and gracelessly leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. I felt Copia smile into the kiss, his arm slipping from my waist to cup my jaw almost possessively. I pulled away, sitting back slightly to look at them both with a soft warmth in my chest. 

“I love you, both of you.” I smiled, tears welling in my eyes. “I cannot imagine what my life would be like without you two, thank you…”

“Oh Stelina…” Terzo crooned, hand coming up to brush the tears away from my cheeks. “Do not cry amore, you will make this old man cry too…”

“Satana sia buono,” Copia chuckled as he sat up closer to us, practically wagging his eyebrows at me. “The only time I want to see tears in your eyes tonight amore is from pleasure, eh?”

I felt my cheeks flush, a shiver down my spine, and I smiled as he cupped my chin and pulled me towards his lips. Somehow I knew none of us would be getting much sleep tonight.

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A Deal With God

Themes: fem!reader, Morningstar!reader, Angst, mention of character death, secrets, religious themeAlastor being Alastor, fluff, slight smut, deal-making,  soul possession, Lilith a shitty mother/wife/sister, established relationship, difficult family dynamic, there’s a trope in here I just don’t know what to call it?

Chapter 1

chapter 2

You had ordered Niffty that some rooms needed to be spruced up and took the liberty to tidy up the lobby yourself.

You hummed to the sound of the song playing on the radio as you neatly stacked whatever plans Charlie was coming up with in the night.

Charlie.

Your heart ached for the Princess.

After Lilith left, the Princess had founded a hotel to help redeem the souls of the damned.

You were unsure of her plan, but you could never deny her.

damn those puppy eyes.

So here you were, seven years later, helping your niece with her wild endeavor.

But you weren’t alone; 

“Aaahh just the doll I wanted to see!” A radio-like voice chirped.

Alastor.

You smiled in greeting to the lanky demon.

Alastor, the famed and fearsome Radio Demon.

You were a bit skeptical when he showed up at your door, but when he offered to help Charlie you took him in.

Who were you to say no to help? You needed the extra hands.

”Hello Al, did you need something?” The tall demon smiled down at you as he shook his head.

”Nooo just thought I would check in. How’s Charlie’s new plan along?” You laughed “ooh their a coming thats for sure” nodding towards the board she had made the other night.

An idea popped into your head “Why don’t you make a commercial Al ” He went to make a comment, but you interrupted him “A proper commercial. The sinners need to know the benefits of the hotel and that there is hope”

you waltz up to him, a soft smile on your as you batted your eyes at him ”pretty please?” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He hummed, seeming to mull over the thought, chuckling

”fine fine”

You grinned “Thank you”

He whistled as he walked out the room, you smiled after him, getting back to your task.

Your phone ringed and you answered without seeing who called. “Hello?”

A nervous laugh responded “Heeeyyy bitch”

Lucifer.

You rolled your eyes “Hello to you too Luci ”

He groaned at the nickname.

”Ugghh so hows things been….” He wanted something.

“Whaaaaat? N-Nothing what makes you think I want something?” 

he couldn’t see your face, but you were making a pointed face.

”Okay okay its just- hows-hows Charlie?” He asked.

You frowned “Charlie is fine, through it wouldn’t hurt if you came by and saw your daughter Luci”

You hadn’t forgave him for setting Charlie up to chat with Heaven months ago when he should have been the one to settle things between them.

Charlie might have a optimistic view of the world, but she lacked experience. You should have been the one to be at that meeting.

But nevertheless.

”I-I don’t know about that…” he trailed off. But you were quick to fix that avoidant nature of his.

”Come to the hotel. Come see what your daughter is trying to do. No one would take this seriously if the King doesn’t approve himself. If not that, just come see your daughter Luci, she needs more than just me around” you felt bad for guilting him but this had to be done.

Charlie was growing into an excellent leader, you were sure she would make a great queen one day.

”so you’ll be here tomorrow? Great see you then. And don’t forget…I can see you so don’t make me drag your ass here tata”

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Charlie had gathered everyone to the lobby to come up with ways to recruit sinners to the hotel.

 Charlie was nothing if a perfectionist and always took on more than she could chew.

”Hey babe maybe its time to use some of that royal privilege” Vaggie suggested, she gave a quick look in your direction, making Charlie shake her head feverishly

”no no no my auntie has already done so much! I can’t ask her to do anything else”

You smiled, but chimed in to support Vaggie “She’s right Charlie.” Your niece gawked at you.

You approached her, slipping a arm around her shoulder in comfort “Now I know it’s been rough and weird between you and your father buuuuuuut I took the liberty in inviting him here” she groaned “what? Noooooooo” you shushed her whining

“Now now you’ll get to show him that what you’ve been doing is good for the kingdom. That your heart’s in the right place. He’ll help I promise”

Charlie rested her head on your shoulder, groaning in defeat

”w-when will he be here?”

”Oh in a hour”

”WHAT?!”

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“OH Charlie its so good to see you!” Lucifer exclaimed pulling his daughter into a tight hug.

You smiled, giggling as Charlie choked out a response to her father. You pulled him away from her, giving him a hug

”Nice to see you too Luci” the King blushed and looked around.

”sooooo this is what you two have been up to? It sure got some….character ” he said nervously.

“Well we had some help” you gestured to Alastor. Lucifer eyes narrowed slightly “uuuhhh hhhuuuhh suuurre and who might you be?” Alastor eye twitched before quickly shaking his hand “Alastor! Pleasure to meet you sir… I must say you are…much unimpressive than what I imagined” he mused, causing the man to deadpan.

You cleared your throat “Alastor here has been a tremendous help with the hotel. I don’t know what we would have done without him” you praised.

Lucifer growled as Alastor wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you into his side.

Alastor sneered at the monarch “Aaah yes what creative ladies I have here. I am HAPPY to fulfill any wish they desire” he grinned down at you, giving you a slight squeeze.

”hmmmm sister dear why don’t you show me around” he whacked Alastor’s hand with his cane and pulled your arm away from him with a tight smile.

Charlie and Alastor followed the two of you as you gave a quick briefing of the hotel, letting Charlie take over and show her dad around.

You sighed happily, it was nice to see Charlie interact with her dad. You hoped that he would see the big picture and offer her some guidance and support.

You leaned your head against Alastor’s shoulder, turning to return to the lobby

”Let’s leave those two to catch up shall we?”

He huffed but followed you anyway.

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“Well it is a very good plan b-but I don’t know Charlie” Lucifer sighed. Charlie’s face dropped. “Daaad this is the only way to prove to Heaven that sinners deserve a second chance”

Lucifer looked away from his daughter “Charlie you don’t understand-” she huffed,frustrated “what don’t I understand?  That my own father don’t believe in me? If Auntie can why can’t you?” She was holding back tears.

You were on the fence at first too, but you were willing to help her out. You supported her crazy ideas and even encouraged that she gave it her all. 

Yes it might have been far fetched,  but you believed that Charlie could do what Lucifer could not.

”Heaven wont listen to you Charlie! They didn’t listen to me. What makes you think you can change their minds?” 

You knew it was a tough question.

Charlie didn’t know the hardship of how Heaven operated.

How much Lucifer had spent centuries trying to convince them that humanity was capable of doing amazing things.

Hell, if sinners had mortal souls why couldn’t they change after death?

But you knew. Heaven was convinced that the rules were black and white. Hell was made to punish the most severe sinners.

of course this is flawed for several reasons

Hell was a punishment to all who fell.

Lucifer knew this.

But why couldn’t things change?

Charlie turned to you, a look of frustration and sadness on her face. You intervened. “Luci just one meeting. One meeting with Heaven so Charlie can at least try. I know you can’t see that things could change, but think about the possibility. Why should a sinner be damned if there’s a second chance? Heaven shouldn’t be able to decide what a person’s soul is capable of”

Lucifer sighed.

You always had a way of making him see possibilities in things.

If you believed in Charlie, then that must have meant…

”what are the odds in this succeeding” he asked you

You blinked. 

You knew what he was asking.

Your sight of everything was always nearly right.

”Theres a few bumps to sort out, but it’ll be fine” you said.

he grimaced.

”Ill even go to Heaven with her” you offered.

Charlie was going to need all the backup she needed up there.

Angels could be a piece of work.

Lucifer sighed, before turning to his daughter “Fine. One meeting-” Charlie launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his small frame and she jumped around

”thank you thank you thank you!”

He smiled, returning her hug.

Charlie ran off to find Vaggie and tell her while you watched Lucifer.

”It wont stop anything” he said as you ushered him into the office.

You hummed, pouring a cup of tea as you looked out the window into the city on the horizon.

”You don’t know that” you whispered.

Silence filled the air between the two of you.

”H-have you…you know” he started to say nervously

You turned to him, seeing him fiddle with his wedding ring.

Your stomach curled.

”what” you growled out unintentionally 

he swallowed “Have you seen Lilith?”

You stilled. Your wrist burned in warning

promise me

”I can’t tell you that” you said curtly.

Lucifer glared at you “you’ve been saying that for years!”

”and you always get the same response” you said back

He stood up and angrily approached you.

”Have you no shame? I know you. You can’t lie to me!” He was starting to raise his voice

”Luci calm dow-” 

“NO! You can see everything! Everything and everyone! so tell me sister have you seen my wife…have you seen Lilith?!”

he was grabbing your arms, shaking.

You hated the look of despair on his face, hoping that you would at least tell him something.

But your wrist burned at his question, and your anger of being put in such a predicament got the better of you.

You hissed at him “No.” you held his glare, before he sighed letting you go. He ran a hand through his hair, backing away from you “Im sorry i-i didn’t mean that”

You clicked your tongue at him sighing

”Oh Luci…” you cupped his cheek, you couldn’t tell him where she was, no Lilith made sure of that,but you could show what you’ve seen.

Lucifer’s eyes widened as flashes of his wife appeared in his mind. He didn’t know where she was,but she seemed…happy.

”I know you worry about Charlie but I will never let anything happen to her. Heaven can act all high and mighty, but surely someone up there will see reason” you said to him, breaking him out of his trance.

He shook his head slightly, giving you a soft smile, nodding.

“Sooooo you and that bellhop…” he wiggled his eyebrows at you teasingly. You tensed, looking away embarrassed. He laughed “Oh? Shy? Not you” you glared at him, folding your arms across your chest in defense “w-what? Theres nothing wrong with me trying to pursue someone” you grumbled. Lucifer smiled. It was cute at how flush you were. 

You were always the serious one.

Never really doing things for yourself.

You always held duty and responsibility above all things.

So seeing you blush over some tacky, old times fuck  guy was refreshing.

So he teased “Oooh no the Queen can do anything or anyone she likes”

You growled at him, making him laugh harder as he gave you a hug and bid you goodbye as he teleported, leaving you with your thoughts.

“Well that was interesting” you whipped around to see Alastor walking from the shadows.

You laughed nervously, “Alastor! I didn’t hear you come in…how muuuch of that did you hear?”

He smiled down at you, tilting his head “ooooh nothing I wont repeat my dear” he tapped your nose.

He rested a hand on your lower back to escort you to your room like a proper gentleman.

He kissed you goodnight before venturing off to his radio tower. He had to organize some of his thoughts.

Alastor knew you were powerful he admits only that! but he hadn’t expected you to be the Queen of Hell itself.

Yes you were the Princess’s aunt but he just chalked it up to you just having power by blood alone.

The Queen of Hell….hmph. 

Pride swelled in his chest at the thought as well as a wicked smile graced his lips His darling was one of the most powerful in all of Hell that gave him a power trip and a lingering thought

How the fuck were you the Queen? 

Just how powerful were you?

And one last thought before he turned on his broadcast

How could he use that power you wielded?

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[popamolly]

‘INTERNAL REDEMPTION’ LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

summary. (y/n) continues to spy on Lucifer, preying on the little vulnerability that allows he allows (y/n) to see. Unbeknownst to both of them there is something blossoming with each conversation and shared stolen glance.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR

warnings. lucifer morningstar x stripper!fem!reader, eventual smut, mention of death, slow burn, biblical references, sex work, sexual themes, trauma, abuse, murder, slow burn, 18+ minors dni

author’s note. italics is for a flashback, just wanted to let everyone know if that isn’t made clear in the text, i finished this up at like 2am. enjoy sinners &lt;3

Lucifer held you captive with his words for hours. Explaining everything you wanted to know about him and his army of ducks. That wall was slowly crumbling as was his resolve. Though that seemed to be in the back of your mind as you found yourself intrigued by him and his story— ultimately finding out that the King of Hell was actually quite charming in his way.

“So these ducks are a manifestation of sinners,” You look toward him as if to confirm his words and when Lucifer nodded you continued, “Every sinner in Hell? No wonder you have so many.”

“And this isn’t even half of it,” Lucifer smiles proudly as he hops up from his chair, gesturing toward the rubber duck piles that almost reached the ceiling, “There are more at my amusement park.”

“I see, I guess I am just trying to understand why ducks of all things?”

“Spiritual progression? Rebirth? New beginnings?” Lucifer taps his chin in thought before shrugging, “A mere duck can mean a lot of different things that’s why, plus they are cuuuuteee!”

You laugh, a real genuine laugh, which was a sound you haven’t made in a long while. The King wasn’t so bad once you got know him. If anything he was an ideal king that you would read stories about. You wanted nothing more than to listen to him talk for hours more.

“What?” Lucifer got a bit self conscious, realizing that his excitement might have came off a bit nerdy or childish, “It’s silly isn’t it?”

You shake your head to ease his insecurities with a lopsided smile, “No, I just had this version of you in my head and seeing you now, in person..it's completely changed now that I have met you.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.” Lucifer chuckles. He fiddling with the top of his cane as if he was scared to meet your gaze.

“It is.” And for a moment you forgot why you were here. If you had to chose between the V’s and Lucifer when it came to deciding Hell’s fate, Lucifer would win by a landslide— but Lucifer wasn’t the one who owned your soul, “Tell me more about Charlie. Your face lights up whenever you speak of her.”

“She is my pride and joy!” Lucifer boasts proudly, “She has this whole Hotel thing going on apparently. I’ve been poppin’ in here and there to help her ya know, being an awesome dad and whatnot.”

“And what of this hotel?” You ask, leaning a bit closer to Lucifer as if he would tell you a secret, “Does she really believe that she can redeem sinners?”

“Yes, she…she does,” Lucifer sighs after a moment, turning away from you to run his fingers through his golden hair. A heavy weight clearly on his shoulders as he thought of his daughter and her fairytale like dreams for Hell. It hurt his heart to know that he couldn’t do more for her. He knew he could make whatever dream of hers come true except for the one she wanted most. This was a whole other thing entirely. This was something between Hell and Earth and the lines have always been blurred— he would never be able to cross it even he wanted to.

“You don’t sound too sure..” You chose your words carefully. There was a tiny crack in his wall of vulnerability and you wanted to crack it some more, “Do you doubt Charlie?”

“No no no! Pfffft, Of course not!” Lucifer quickly says before sighing in defeat, raking his fingers through his blonde hair, “I don’t doubt her..I just— I don’t think she understands the weight of what she is trying to do. I just l don’t want her to end up hurt over this.”

“If all else fails then she will know that you were there for her,” You say, placing your hand on his shoulder reassuringly, “All you have to do is believe in her, even if you don’t believe in her dreams.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Lucifer turned to look at you. A split moment in time where the world seemed to stop and it was just you and him. Your words might have came from your own selfish need to stay on Valentino’s good side but your kindness remained true. It became clear to you that the King was nothing more than a prideful man that was trying his best. Not only for his daughter but himself and for Hell. In the short time that you knew him it was something that you quickly learned to admire, “Yes, well,” Lucifer clears his throat, his cheeks flushing slightly under your intense gaze, “Thank you for the company. It was nice to…open up a bit.”

“Of course, your majesty,” You nod, taking that as your cue to leave the King to his Kingly duties as the time you two spent together had made day turn to night in an instant, “I will leave you to your duties.”

“Right! My duties! I am a very very busy man! So many souls to collect, tons of sinners to kill, people to torture, the list just goes on…haha!” Lucifer wanted to jump out of his own skin and slap himself silly. Curse him for his rambling, why did he even feel the need to impress you? A lowly sinner that meant absolutely nothing to him.

“if you ever need a friend or,” Your fingertips grazes the doorknob to his bedchambers with the tray of empty plates in the other arm, “…A listening ear, you always call upon me.” Offering one last smile in the King's direction, you slip out into the hall, closing the door behind you softly.

Lucifer couldn’t help but feel how his room suddenly felt cold now that your warm presence was gone. There was a certain emptiness in the air that reminded him he was truly lonely. \

“So the King of Hell’s daughter wasn’t joking about the redemption of sinners,” Vox sneers over the tiny screen of the voxtech watch he gave you, “And whatever the reason for the Radio Demon to be by Charlie’s side, it surely only benefits him.” The watch screen slightly glitches from Vox laughing, “Redemption of sinners?! How stupid is that?”

“It could be possible,” You say, making the watch on your wrist glitch some more.

“If I wanted your opinion bitch, I would ask for it!” The static noise was starting to ring in your ears, its material overheating in the palm of your hand, “Whatever the case is, I need you sucking Lucifer’s dick by next week if we are going to get any valuable information out of him, do you understand me?”

You bit down on your bottom lip, tears stinging at the corner of your eyes from feeling guilty about getting close to Lucifer under such circumstances. Your paths should have never even crossed. You both might be in hell but you were in entirely different worlds. There was this unspoken connection you two shared the moment your eyes met and it was just enough to get the guilt eating away at you.

“Or do I have to tell Valentino that his favorite obedient girl is being defiant?”

“No, I—”

“Good, I’m so glad we have an understanding. Now go get me some actually good information I can fucking use!” With that Vox hung up the call, making you let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. You toss the watch to the floor angrily, dropping your head into your hands. This was all just a stupid pointless mission. One that had no satisfying end or results because there was nothing to say. There was nothing to report back. The King, Charlie, and those around him was plotting to do more good than harm.

You leaned over to turn the faucet off, stopping the hot water from filling the porcelain tub completely after nearly overflowing it from being too lost in your thoughts.

Slowly, you began to slip out of your clothes, neatly folding them and putting them aside before stepping into the hot water, the stinging pain hardly anything you would flinch from. That stinging pain felt good, it reminded you that you were present in the moment even when you wanted nothing more than to just to disappear.

Closing your eyes to relax, you sink deeper and deeper into the water until you felt your mind slowly drift elsewhere.

With a melodic hum, you turned the page to your book, intrigued by the ancient text and words of God. Surrounding you were scrolls and other relics that you stole from the council’s library, eager to learn more about God and his mysterious ways. It was all you could do in Heaven after all, live blissfully but you were bored of that. Instead of thriving off the golden city’s pleasures you always found your head in a book, a simply pleasure that you’ve grown to love.

“Boo!” Lucifer suddenly pops down in front of you. Startled, you toss your book up, which he catches with ease, “What ya reading?”

“God’s texts Lulu, what else?” You try to grab your book from him but he holds it above your head, slowly inching upward with the help of his wings to show that he was taller than you. He wasn’t but you’d like to humor him every now and again, “Lucifer! Give it back!”

“Wouldn’t you much rather see the gift I brought you instead of reading a boring book?” Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows in jest, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

“A Gift?” You stopped jumping for your book then, your wings tucked back into you with a curious glint in your eyes. Lucifer gave dramatic pause before presenting you a green apple. He tossed it to you and you caught it in your delicate hands, smiling at the kind gesture. “An apple, how romantic.”

“Is it not to your liking?” Lucifer played along with your teasing remark, circling around you as he playfully grabs and twist your hair around his fingers in such a loving way that it had your heartbeat quickening and you breath falling short, "I thought I'd give you something a little bit more nontraditional."

It took everything in your power not to swoon over a damn apple because it wasn't just an apple to you. Lucifer would go out of his way to bring you things whenever you two would meet up at your secret spot under a new sprouting tree. There was something sparking between you two and you weren't sure how long you would be able to avoid it as you were a hopeless romantic. Lucifer had such a way with words that whenever he spoke it was if he was building palaces- cathedrals even. Between that and that charming warm smile, you knew you wouldn't be able to deny your feelings for much longer but until he admitted it first you weren't going to say anything. Call it stubbornness but you simply didn't want to be mistaken and absolutely sure that your feelings for him were one hundred percent reciprocated.

"Next time get a red apple," You said, finding that hidden resolve within you once again as you smirked at him, "They're sweeter."

"Are they now?" Lucifer stopped circling you to stand only inches apart from your face. He was so close that you could feel his breath against your lips. A ball of anticipation formed at the base of your stomach, making you feel as though you have swallowed butterflies, "(Y/N).." The angel in front of you swallowed a lump in his throat, his own body betraying him as he backs you up against the tree, lips only barely touching one another, "Can I kiss you?"

You were breathless. Lucifer had officially sucked out all the air from your lungs- or so it felt like, "Yes." And with your consent, Lucifer crashed his lips to yours passionately. He invaded your mouth and all of your senses. You melted into him, relaxing against his body as you brought your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. It was as if fireworks went off in your head. Even the sound of distant ringing of the bells had you questioning if it was truly meant to be.

You suddenly pulled away from Lucifer, "Bells.."

Lucifer blinks at you dreamily, "You hear them too? It's perfect."

"No, Lucifer, the bells! I'm late for afternoon prayer!" You shove him out the way and continue collecting your things. You have been late to afternoon prayer for the past two weeks and were already walking on a thin line with the Seraphims, you couldn't afford to be late again, "I have to go."

Lucifer pulls you back to him with a slight frown, "So soon? But this might be our last time together for awhile. I have that council meeting today."

"For what? Don't tell me this about your dreams and aspirations?" By the way Lucifer looked away from you you knew it was exactly that, "You can't bring that to the council members, they will see it as a threat to everything they have built."

"And have you ever asked yourself why that is? They should embrace change, not run away from it." Lucifer says, his facial expression serious, "I can prove to them that change is positive, something good!"

You shake your head, "Don't be a fool Lucifer."

"Why can't you just support this? Support me? Is change so bad?!"

"If it's going to cost you your life Lucifer, then I can't support it." You place your free hand on his check. The pad of your thumb grazing his soft skin comfortingly, "I won't support you in this."

Silence falls over you two and for a moment you thought that your friend had finally seen through to reason but it was the exact opposite. Your heart broke and you knew that your support was the one thing he ever wanted from you and you denied him that. There was this quiet heartbreak you felt in your chest, realizing that you had lost not only your lover but your friend as well.

Lucifer's hand comes up to grip your wrist, gently pulling you away from him, "With or without you, I will do this. I will show them. Show everyone." You could only watch as he turns from you and flies away, leaving you to be covered by his shadow and retreating back.

"That pride of yours," You whispered, hands clenched tightly into fist at your sides as you felt tears leave your eyes, "Will be your downfall, Lucifer."

You sat up in the water suddenly, gasping for air as you felt someone violently shake you. You sputtered and coughed up what felt like a lung, water trickled down and into your eyes making your vision blurry for a few seconds before you could blink them away to focus on the person who was kneeled next to the tub, concerned clearly etched across their face as they looked at you. You blinked away the water, the blurry figure now forming into none other than Lysandra.

"Goodness, dear! Do you know how dangerous it is to fall asleep in the bath?" Rushing to grab a towel that was hanging on a rack, Lysandra lets you put all of your weight on her as she helps you out the tub, wrapping the fuzzy warm towel around your nude body, "You're lucky I saw the water coming from under the door! What on earth were you thinking?" "I had the strangest dream.." You start to say, breathless and panting but Lysandra shushes you, helping you dry off and get warm as she leads you out the bathroom, fully intending on not leaving your side for the rest of the night.

"Hush, your mind must be in shambles poor thing," The elderly woman leads you back into your bedroom, "A nice cup of calming tea should do the trick. Now stay here and don't move."

You were still in shock to even register your current reality anymore. That dream you had felt too real, almost as if it had just happened. Why was Lucifer in it? Why were you an Angel? Why were you in heaven? You dismissed it as nothing more than your mind playing tricks on you. This only happened because of your growing connection to Lucifer. It was nothing of importance right? Dreams come from imagination- but there was a part of your mind that knew that dreams could also stem from memories.

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[matrixbearer2024]

Vox x Reader Headcanons: Fiancé Edition

Fiancé!Vox x gn!Reader

A/N: MY BRAINROT IS BRAINROTTING OKAY I JUST NEEDED TO DUMP THIS STUFF SOMEWHERE AFTER SEEING ALL THE WIFEY ALASTOR AND LUCIFER STUFF- LIKE I LOVE THOSE TWO BUT LEMME YEET IN MY BELOVED SAMSUNG TV NOW YALL- THIS COULD MOST LIKELY BE OOC COMPARED TO CANON BUT LIKE- LET ME DREAM I WANT THIS FLATSCREEN SO BAD P L E A A A S E-

A/N: This little thingy would have both an SFW and NSFW portion, mostly because I'm a depraved little shit and I am downbad for a 7ft bipedal television with issues-

SFW HEADCANONS:

Now first off, y'all probably would've been dating a long long while before this mans would pop the question.

I feel like he'd know that he wants to marry you, but he's so unsure of it plus he's concerned about how that would affect you in all of it.

Like, oh great if this gets out suddenly you've got one of the biggest targets on your back because you're the technology overlord's fiance and soon to be wife/husband.

As if you hadn't already when you both started dating-

Vox is a perfectionist so I'd imagine he would try so so hard to get everything completely flawless for his proposal.

But nothing goes his way that day, none, nada, zilch-

That's just his luck, totally not because it got screwed over by a certain radio demon for shits and giggles.

But he ends up asking you anyway, though a bit indirectly because it slips during his irritated rant.

"I can't believe they managed to spill wine all over me back there! All over one of my best suits as well!"

"Hun, we could always send your suit to the professional cleaners. It's okay! We can always just go someplace else next time too-"

"No! That- ugh! I had all these plans today and they were just ruined! I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for when I was going to propose to you-"

"You were gonna what-"

Vox immediately shut up once he realized his screwup then.

So much for keeping it a surprise!

That's kind of how you ended up with a diamond ring on your finger that night.

And that's how Vox ended that really stressful day with an extremely satisfying night.

He ditched work the next day and just spent it being all over you.

Yes he admires the ring on your hand from time to time, this man just stares.

You can betcho ass that ring is expensive as fuck too.

Like as if this man didn't kiss your hands enough, that new accessory marking a new chapter of your afterlives just makes him do it more.

He's actually kinda housewife material if you squint-

This man can cook and clean, and as a bonus he's filthy stinkin RICH.

Bro I need me one of these holy shit-

If he wasn't clingy enough before, oh boy get ready for this.

He will always have an appendage on you at all times, a hand on your lower back, your hip, in your hand-

Or he'd just have you in his lap while he worked on stuff in his office.

Also, Vox being possessive as all hell if someone so much as just stared at you too long-

Please that goes straight up to 1000% when you agreed to wear that ring.

You guys planning to get hitched doesn't stay secret for too long though.

With Valentino and Velvette sticking their noses in Vox's business as a daily pastime anyhow-

Hence why a lot of sinners started shipping you two.

And oh goodness the ship wars.

Sometimes Vox wishes the internet wasn't really connected to his brain-

The magazines went wild with that one too-

Cuz imagine, the richest and the pride ring's probably most esteemed bachelor-

Aside from Lucifer probably, Vox's marketing and PR team are insanely good at their jobs-

Was now off the market and due to get hitched with you.

I'd imagine even if Vox doesn't post anything on social media, you or Vel would-

Literally like those married couples on TikTok or something with a whole bunch of cute shit.

You can best believe the most cracked out shit happens while you're both engaged though.

"Oh this is Vox, he's my ex-boyfriend."

"... You have got to stop saying that. I'm their fiancé."

You did not stop saying that.

Actually you wouldn't stop saying that even when his title upgraded to husband.

Not that Vox cares, your shenanigans were what caused him to gravitate towards you in the first place.

And until now they're what keep your relationship fun and interesting.

"Hey hubby, ooooh~ you're looking like the hottest thing in all of the pride ring despite having just rolled out of bed."

"Hahaha, good morning to you too doll."

It doesn't register what you called him at first until he's had his coffee and then it clicks.

You play it off attempting to be coy until he replays the video of you greeting and calling him that on his face.

His. Face.

Sneaky little shit that's what-

He doesn't really respond to any other petname now, you've dug your grave.

"Vox."

"Vox."

"Vooooooxxxx-"

"What? What?? What do you want???"

"Can you peel this orange for me?"

"Really? That's it? Why don't you peel it yourself?"

"Because it tastes better when you do it?"

He does it eventually, hell if he's in a particularly good mood he'll even feed you.

That's always kind of how it goes when you ask him for things.

If it's something you want/can buy though?

You're already in possession of his credit card, just get whatever tf you want HAHAHAHA-

He's still a busy bastard though so it's not really much different from how it's like when you guys were dating-

But he genuinely tries to balance his work a little better to spend more time with you.

This man is such a workaholic though you end up having to drag his ass out of his office to rest anyway.

Again, nothing new from when you were just dating.

You guys jokingly throw around your soon to be marital titles in private.

Vox kind of feels like a kid in a candy store when you do, just giddy and excited for what's to come.

Not to mention he now has a partner in crime when he riffs on Alastor!

He'd be over the MOON if you just joined his chaos.

The radio demon probably wouldn't give a shit, he's just built different like that-

You both get so comfortable that you almost forget that you have a wedding to plan and set a date for.

Until Velvette asks about it and you're both just: "Oh. Right."

Your fiancé's schedule is so fucking packed though it was nearly impossible to.

This guy was going to work himself to death before you could tie the knot lmao-

But eventually you both got a date and venue settled, so that was one step closer.

NSFW HEADCANONS:

Okay so like, I know sinners can't actually copulate unless you're Lucifer but that's besides the point-

And Vox isn't really a family man at all-

But boy oh boy if he didn't have it before-

This man would have an insane breeding kink after you both got engaged.

This man wants to see you stuffed.

Literally doesn't matter if you're riding him or he's just impaling you on his cock-

This guy just wants to fill you up so bad.

I'd also think that you guys would be screwing around a lot more often after he popped the question-

Something about emotions constantly running high and dopamine being one hell of a drug.

I think Vox is a switch, so I'd also imagine he'd be more inclined to let you dom him every now and then.

Or when he just wants to be a bratty little shit please go ahead and tame him, he likes it.

You can kind of get away with more stuff when you're both engaged.

Like tease him a whole ton and he just bites hook, line and sinker.

It's already gotten to the point where the power in the tower would die often enough that Velvette herself has gone through some crazy lengths to cockblock her colleague.

Speaking of, Vox would probably use you as a stress reliever after work if you let him-

Like he will just fuck you stupid until all you say is his name because this guy is addicted to hearing it.

Or he'd let you fuck him stupid until he's so far into sub space he forgets about his shitty day.

Cuz if it's rough, it's rough with you two.

But on the gentler side-

It's just as addicting and if not probably a little worse.

Though you would probably be the one taking initiative/domming whenever you both have gentle rounds.

I'm all for Vox being able to switch some of his parts cuz he wanted to/can.

So y'all have fucking choices when it comes to wrecking this idiot.

Like a multiple choice exam, literally shotgun the fuck outta those answers like you deteriorate his mental.

And consequently the entire city's power grid.

"GODDAMNIT! VOX! (Y/N)! NOT AGAIN!!"

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x you #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox headcanons

[ifyoucandaniel]

exactly one person asked and i’ve been DYING to make this, so here are all of my favorite long batman fanfics in general and for new readers @twisted-tales-told :)

cards on the table by @wesslan ! 69k, completed. this is one of my all time favorite fanfictions, it’s so funny and tim is a mastermind genius and a little liar <3 he basically pretends to be a fortune teller and gives scarily good predictions and advice by stalking the upper class and eventually gets involved with the batfam and has to maintain his lies while dealing with his issues :) 10/10, very found family, good angst, so much lying

Dark Matter by @mysterycyclone , 221k, ongoing. this is a batman fanfic rec, of course my bbg dark matter is going to be here <3 this is a MCUxDCU crossover where after infinity war (spoilers for that if you haven’t seen it!) peter parker gets sent to the DCU dimension with part of the soul stone and basically is haunted by the ghosts of the avengers while trying to survive in gotham and get back to his dimension. this is so well written i’ve read it at least three times, it’s still ongoing but trust me it is SO GOOD. i can’t properly describe it, but if you like spider-man and you are interested in batman, you’ll love.

Red is the Color of Sinners by @bluelotuswrites , series, 120k, ongoing, M. i want you to look me in my eyes when i tell you this is my favorite series on ao3. it is set after under the red hood and daredevil 3 where jason and matt meet in a church after jason loses his ability to speak following the events of UTRH. they keep running into each other both as matt and daredevil and eventually jason begins helping matt out with injuries and tech. it’s not finished yet, but there is something so compelling about their dynamic in this series as well as jason’s overall character and how he is portrayed. i’m a sucker for mute jason after UTRH and this series does so well giving him a fresh start and a place away from gotham to heal and build relationships. i cannot recommend enough.

buy back the secrets by @vinelark , 71k, ongoing, T. THIS!!! oh my god, so this is a timkon fic where kon still doesn’t know tim’s civilian identity, but whenever he’s in trouble tim calls for superboy which leads to them meeting without kon knowing. shenanigans ensure when kon starts spending more time with tim! it’s still ongoing but the author is currently working on the next part and it is so so worth the wait. chapter 4 ends on a cliffhanger though so be warned :))

Sales People Know (listening is the most important part) by Mayhem10, 77k, completed, T. this has the coolest urban magical realism ever. tim basically runs this magic shop that shows up places and people who need something find it in his shop :) it’s kinda a slow burn found family fic with magic themes and a smidge of angst!

Retrograde Motion by Lysical, 112k, completed, T. this is best de-aged kid fic ever. jason gets turned into a 7 year old and basically the outlaws, artemis and biz, join forces with the batfam to take care of him. but trust me when i say this is worth your time, it might sound tropey but in the best way possible!! and jason’s relationship with artemis is sooo important to me in this!

Hand in Unloveable Hand (a chokehold) by britishparty, 54k, completed, M. this is one of the best psychological torture/grooming fics i’ve ever read. pretty much what if while our taking photos of batman and robin, little tim gets kidnapped and black mask gets his hands on him and decides he’s the perfect size for a protege. years of psychological abuse and insane mind games ensue. also tim is a Badass™️

If He Had Come by bronwe_iris, 45k, completed, T. so i’m a little freak and i love the angst of arkham knight jason, but more specifically the aus where bruce saves jason before he becomes the arkham knight! this is an au where bruce finds jason and saves him from the joker after 9 months of torture and brings him home. focuses on his healing mentally and physically and rebuilding his relationship with his family

Banshee in a Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee), 43k, completed, T. veeeery good angst. basically what if tim couldn’t die? 43k of tim drake whump where he just dies a bajillion times and eventually his family notices <3

The Birds: Hatching a Family by Oceanera12, 81k, completed, T. this is like “what if the batkids weren’t adopted by bruce, but instead they were all foster siblings who can’t seem to stay out of gotham at night and batman happens to find them and decides obviously he can’t leave these kids to their own business, he has to stick his nose in it” and there’s some angst and heaps of found family

The Hellblazer’s Apprentice by @bluelotuswrites, 29k, ongoing, M. what can i say, im a simple woman, i love to see jason with literally any older male mentor :) basically in UTRH what if he took up an apprenticeship under constantine to learn magic to piss off batman! so good, i really love constantine so seeing him and jason interact in a long fic is so good. also ALL BLADES JASON TODD SAVE ME… ALL BLADES JASON TODD-

something in the static by bonerot19, 101k, ongoing series with three main completed works, T. this is a jason centric series where jason still lives in crime alley with his mom and dad and never stole the batmobile tires. it follows his life in crime alley with an addict mom and an abusive dad and one night when his dad is whaling on him nightwing finds him and the bats just can’t seem to leave him alone after that. steph is his neighbor and best friend also and their relationship is so good. this is a “what if jason took a different way home to the wayne’s” fic series and i love it so much <3

catch the asteroids that come your way by ThePackWantsTheD, 54k, completed, T. i don’t read a lot of ships in the batman fandom i’m sorry, but this kyle/jason one is sooo lovely. basically the two of them growing up together and falling in love and then dealing with the aftermath of A Death in the Family and finding each other again :) really sweet and nice!

hope you find something you like! i realized the majority of these are tim or jason centric, and i love them all dearly, but if anyone has any recs for long fics focusing on any of the other batkids lmk! and any other recs in general, i am a fiend for new fics

#batman fanfiction recommendation #batfam fic rec #batman fic rec #fic: cards on the table #fic: dark matter #fic: red is the color of sinners #fic: buy back the secrets #fic:salespeople know (listening is the most important part) #fic: retrograde motion #fic: hand in unloveable hand (a chokehold) #fic: if he had come #fic: banshee in a well #fic: the hellblazers apprentice #fic: the birds: hatching a family #fic: something in the static #fic: seventeen going under #fic: catch the asteroids that come your way #timkon #jaykyle #timkon fic rec #batman #batfam #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas #cassandra cain

[pandoraslxna]

— ❝ I'll be nice once. Then I won't. ❞

⋆｡° ✮ Sinner and saint

Quaritch has captured you, the oldest daughter of Jake Sully, and made it his personal goal to draw every bit of useful information out of you.

⋆｡° ✮ Listen to me

The cute newbie of his squad enjoys late night activities way too much, keeping Miles up every single night since she moved into the quarters next to his room.

⋆｡° ✮ Helping hands

Quaritch has to escort one of the most annoying scientists he's ever met, into the depth of pandoras forest, just so she can study some weird looking plants. Surely, it couldn't get worse than that, right?

⋆｡° ✮ Double trouble

(featuring Jake Sully) The Colonel had send you on a mission to get information out of Jake Sully, but things take a different turn than what you were expecting. Not that you mind.

⋆｡° ✮ Sweet like cherry (mini series)

Miles has a secret admirer and apparently, she has a thing for photography.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

⋆｡° ✮ Classified briefing

Briefings can be so boring. Luckily, Quaritch has his favorite little lap warmer with him to make to whole thing so much more entertaining.

⋆｡° ✮ Drabbles:

Quaritch loves your ass

How does he eat pussy?

Thigh riding

Corrupting you and then turning you into his little cum dump

Non-con + size kink

Darcryphilia

#Miles Quaritch masterlist #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #atwow #avatar miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x reader smut #atwow quaritch #avatar quaritch #colonel quaritch #colonel quaritch x reader smut #quaritch #quaritch smut #quaritch x reader #recom miles quaritch

[voiidlizrd]

My sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

- Sunlight, Hozier

Idia Shroud x Persephone! GN Reader

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Summary: Azul, a member of the Board Game Club, begins noticing the change is his competitor/friend Idia. He plans to get to the bottom of his unusual behavior…

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Warning(s): (potential) spoilers for Chapter 6, Idia losing his mind over how much he loves Reader, GN reader, Reader is described to have pointy ears!, Floyd.,

A/N: Idia deserves his time in the spotlight, I love him sm and the trope/parallel of Persephone/Hades for them

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Azul doesn’t know much about Idia on a deep personal level. The two are friends, sure, but it isn’t like they share secrets while at a sleepover or have friendship bracelets. It doesn’t bother Azul much, he never had a problem with just being decent friends. While Azul doesn’t know a lot about Idia…

He does know that something is definitely wrong.

It was another club meeting for the Board Game Club. Azul and Idia were playing a game of cards with funny and cute animals on them. Usually Idia would be absolutely destroying Azul at the game— or any game for that matter— but today Idia just stared down at his cards in deep thought. And it wasn’t the usual stare of determination. It was more akin to the thousand yard stare.

It’s been over ten minutes since Azul’s move and Idia hasn’t made a single attempt to outdo his move. Plus he hadn’t blinked in a good two minutes, which creeped Azul out.

Azul clears his throat. “Idia? It’s your move.”

Idia snaps out of his daydream and looks up from his cards with a ‘huh?’, looking down again and setting down another one of his cards, not even bothering to a usual smug declaration or shame Azul for being so stupid for playing such a lame card (which he did on purpose to try and gain Idia’s attention throughout the game).

“Is something the matter?” Azul finally asked after some internal debate. He didn’t want to pry— after all they weren’t all too close— but he just couldn’t stand the unusual silence of the game.

Plus, Azul admits, he’s incredibly nosy.

“Uh…” Idia flushes and rubs the back of his neck, the blue flames of his hair turning pink and even the end of his hair flickering in the shape of hearts, which made Azul’s jaw drop.

“No… I’m okay. Just uh- thinking! Y’know, strategizing! Also your move sucked lololol.”

Well, at least he got a normal Idia despite how horrible his lie was. Azul narrowed his eyes at the Ignihyde dorm leader with a small ‘uh-huh’ and placed down his next card.

“Did something strange happen?”

That’s when Idia lost cool. He was sweating bullets, looking guilty as a sinner in church. “What makes you say that!? Nothing happens! Nothing at all.”

His phone chimes. Idia takes out his phone almost immediately, going over the screen, and smiles. Replying quickly, then pausing, looking up at Azul.

“Uh… I think I’m gonna head back early!” Before Azul could protest or even say a word, Idia grabbed his things with a quickness that Azul hadn’t even seen from him before. “See ya next meeting!”

As Azul watched Idia leave the classroom without even looking back, he quirks a brow, humming in thought.

If there was one thing about Azul, he wasn’t just going to let something like this slide.

He had to find out what’s wrong with Idia!

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Idia takes his place again at the fountain of the courtyard, the third time this week. Many people are already in their respective dorms, which means Idia is alone with no one in sight, yet still he bounces his leg and looks every which way. The sun has slowly begun to set, given by how the sky turns a yellow, orange, pink, and reddish hue with clouds littering the sky. The running water of the fountain continues to break the silence. The sound alone and the time of day with the scenery no doubt would calm the nerves, but to Idia, he could only feel nervous. His heart pounded, hands growing clammy, and his fingers picked at his painted nails and chipped the polish. He’d have to redo them later.

He checked his phone once, twice, and three more times as he continued to look around. Idia checked the time again and again, checked his notifications (which were mainly with his game notifications, much to his shocking disappointment) and others just junk mail.

The time went by from 6:00 to 6:30 in a flash. He had to go back to his dorm sooner or later before the teachers making their rounds in the halls came by and asked him to leave— for the fourth time in a span of three days this week.

Idia goes back to looking at his phone, opening it, and going to a locked album in his photos with a password that consisted of two special dates combined.

One being his anniversary.

And the other being the day he met you.

Once unlocked, almost thousands of photos and videos appeared on screen, all consisted of you and him in each picture, but mainly only you. He never really enjoyed photos of himself but he’d deal with it for you, always. Idia is convinced that half of his storage on his phone is half dedicated to you. Not to say that the flash drive in his room kept in a locked box in his desk drawer is any different. It’s full of the backups of the photos on his phone and then some.

He clicks a more recent photo of you, though, it was a year ago during the summer time— the one time your parent actually let you see Idia after a long hard month of managing your studies and practicing your magic.

Sat beneath the sun, flowers bloomed beneath you through the sand somehow, a big smile on your face as you face the camera. Idia couldn’t help but let his heart swell as he stared at you. Your hair, your outfit, your skin, your eyes; Idia had memorized it all in his mind, but he could never get enough of it. Even if he could make a perfect replica of you in a game, it wouldn’t feel or look the same. He swiped to another photo, this one being in the fall. Idia was in the photo this time, flushed and flared up as it showed you giving him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark on his pale skin. The next was a picture of Ortho hugging your side.

It kills him every time he sees you in the best way possible. His heart can’t stop racing and his face is an even brighter red, his hair flaring up.

“Idia!” A voice yells from across the courtyard, making Idia perk up in excitement, a smile blooming on his face as the flowers beneath your feet.

There you were. Finally with him at long last. Sure, he talks to you almost everyday through text and chats with you on call, but it’s never enough. He waits for winter and fall every year, the only times of the year where you aren’t busy helping your parent with their business and able to sneak out of school.

Idia stands up to attentions immediately, his arms open to welcome you in them as you slam yourself against him in a hug, almost making him stumble back into the pool of water in the fountain. Idia holds you close, not wanting to miss a moment of your warmth— despite wearing his signature hoodie.

You pull back and peppering kisses along his face, which makes him heat up even further. A dopey smile stretches across his face as he giggles, hands on your waist.

“I missed you!” You held his face in your hands, a loving smile on your face. Hell, he could’ve sworn he saw hearts form in your eyes. Or maybe that was his loser induced brain talking. “You’re so handsome! Have you gotten even more cuter?”

“We FaceTimed yesterday, it’s not like I changed at all.”

“Untrue, you styled your hair a little, didn’t you?” You ran your fingers through his hair, letting the warm flames tickle your skin. “It looks much longer than the last time I saw it!”

“I could get it cut if you don’t like it-“

“Oh shut up! I love it!” Another kiss on his lips, just a light peck, but even with that his hair bursts into large pink flames— almost like a bone fire that was doused in lighter fluid.

“Stoppp…” He says halfheartedly. “My heart can barely take it anymore, the meter is already broken. You’re too OP for me…”

You merely laugh at your fiancés antics.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD!?”

The way Idia jumps into the air is similar to that of a cat being scared of a cucumber. Idia’s head turns to the source of the voice, seeing Azul with the two Leech twins by his side looking shocked— unlike Azul, who looks downright horrified. Or would astonished be the word? Either way, he’s still as his eyes look from you to Idia.

“UH- UHM.”

Idia is panicking. He hasn’t told a single soul about you, not even Lilia whenever they were online and playing together! Of course he never told anyone, you were way out of his league, from a totally different school so who the hell believes “they’re from a different school” anymore!? Not only that, your family was famous for their innovations to helping and saving the planet by starting with agriculture and food! Almost every mom has the famous “guide to good health” in their kitchen!

“I- I don’t know them?”

….

“THE HELL SHROUD!?”

“Dear, I love you very much, but that wasn’t very smart…”

“Firefly Squid has a… partner?” Floyd tilts his head at you, approaching you and then poking you.

“How much is he payin’ you?”

“Excuse me.”

The stare you give Floyd speaks wonders, a pair of thorns growing up your arm as you try and smile politely at Floyd, but it’s more of a grimace.

“Please don’t ever insinuate that I’m using Idia for money.”

Floyd blinks and then grins, all teeth— sharp teeth. “Hey! You’re like a Flowerhorn fishy!”

“ARE WE JUST NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT YOU AND IDIA BEING ALL LOVEY DOVEY?! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!?”

Idia seriously wants to die. Like, he wants to melt into a puddle or crawl into a hole where people can’t find him. He puts his face in his hands and groans.

“You must be my Idia’s friends!” “YOUR IDIA!?” “Yes!”

“Idia is my fiancé!”

A beat passes. Then two. A whole minute passes before Azul screams out a ‘WHAT!?’ He grabs Idia and shakes him by the shoulders.

“YOU HAVE A FIANCÉ!? YOU NEVER TOLD ME!? I KNOW WE ARENT CLOSE, BUT WHAT THE HELL MAN!?”

“I DONT KNOW IM SORRY!”

You watch in amusement as Idia is rag-dolled by the meroctopus. Meanwhile you were being inspected by Jade and Floyd, as you’ve come to learn their names are.

“Woaahhh so Firefly Squid has a Flowerhorn as his fiancé! That’s so cute! I wanna squeeze you.~”

“Please don’t touch me.”

“Hehehe you’re funny!”

“Now, now, Floyd,” Jade speaks, placing a hand on his shoulder to restrain his feral twin. “We shouldn’t just bombard them with questions right off the bat. We should get to know them first before anything.”

“Might we ask your name?”

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N), soon to be a Shroud! Or Idia will be a (L/N)… We’re still debating on that.” You laugh a little, looking over them to check on Idia.

Ah, he was sweating buckets while Azul was getting winded over a long lecture, or maybe him ranting. You weren’t entirely sure what he was saying anymore, it all sounded like ravings of a lunatic. Was finding out Idia is engaged that life altering?

“Huh? (L/N)?” That’s when Jade’s eyes lit up and his polite smile grew to be more excited, surprising you. He looked similar to a kid on Christmas. “I have one of your family books on mushrooms and their types as well as their benefits to health. And the special addition ‘Mushroom Advice for Aspiring Potion Makers’. Might I say there are a millions ways you can use a mushroom to make poison.”

You stare at Jade a little astonished that mushrooms were the first thing he discusses, but you can also appreciate mushrooms. They are very special and odd fungi that change every day.

Meanwhile with Idia and Azul.

“WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE THAT I HAVE A FIANCÉ, AZUL!?”

…

“OKAY. I KNOW WHY IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE BUT DONT GIVE ME THAT LOOK, MAN!”

Azul was close to pulling out his hair. He can’t believe it. It wasn’t the fact that Idia never told him, it was the fact that this was the very, very, VERY, very last thing Azul expected to be wrong with Idia. In fact, this thought wasn’t even on his mind, it wasn’t even on his list. Why would it be? It was Idia he was talking about! The guy could barely survive being asked what time it was, let alone managing to get engaged!

“Why- No, how??”

That’s when you step in, going past Jade and Floyd to stand beside Idia. “We’ve known each other since we were kids! And I was the one that ‘proposed’. But we were sixteen then, so when we turned eighteen! So we’ve been properly engaged for a year now.”

You hugged his side, Idia smiling softly as you do, looking away at the ground as you practically show him off with pride.

“My question is, why haven’t you told anyone, Idia? Especially after that ghost kidnapping you.”

“The what now?”

Idia tenses as you look at him with a smile. He felt the warm air of the outside just grow cold, cold as the winter.

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Floyd chimes in, laughing. “I remember that! There was this ghost that kidnapped Idia-“

“STOP TALKING-“

“To marry him or something. Pretty weird right?”

The air grows heavy as you continue to stare at Idia, a smile on your face. “Really now?”

Idia audible gulps.

“Yeah! He was really adamant on them not getting married he just wouldn’t explain why… Wait he didn’t tell you?”

“Nope! Not at all.”

Idia gives a nervous smile. “Uh… I can explain?”

A best of silence, then another. The three merfolk looked to one another in the tense silence as you and Idia stared each other down. You waiting for Idia to explain meanwhile Idia was waiting for himself to finish buffering.

“You might’ve said something you shouldn’t have…” Azul clears his throat, very uncomfortable in the silence. Floyd whistles guiltily.

The three slowly back away from the couple. Azul might’ve gotten his answer, but he also might’ve just started an early divorce.

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A bird chirps overhead as you and Idia stand in front of one another, giving some clarity in the silence, but Idia inside, currently, he was dying inside. He had completely forgotten about the whole “ghost marriage” thing, he had gaslit himself into believing it was all a fever dream, especially with the fact he had to be around a shit ton of people and be put through all of that drama— which, completely drained his social battery to the negatives. Telling you would mean he was worrying you and force you into sneaking out of school— most likely midday— and get yourself in trouble. Your smile was strained, an eyebrow twitching downward into a furrow, your arms crossed. Idia shuffles in place, his hands wringing together and he picks at a hangnail.

“Stop that,” you said softly, despite your little glare. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Sorry…”

“For the picking or the very important thing that you never told me.”

“Both?”

You sigh, shaking your hand, simply holding his hands in yours. You lead him to the fountain and sit him down beside you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I dunno I was just- it was stupid, I don’t even know why it happened. And it was completely exhausting, my mind was racing and I think my life was flashing before my eyes!” Idia began rambling, already sweating. His hands were clammy. “Everything was happening all at once. I just wanted to call you and talk to you after it happened and go to sleep with you talking and-“

“Idia.”

Idia shuts his mouth immediately as you let go of his hands and put his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing the apple of his cheeks. He sighs.

“Sorry… I’m upset cause this isn’t what I wanted to do with you today. Damn Azul.”

“It’s okay Idia, we can still do what you wanted to today.”

“Yeah but I’d have to do it even quicker now because there’s only so much time before you have to go! I can’t speedrun a whole movie! Or maybe I can…”

You chuckle and let go of his face, a hand on his lap. He leans in closer to you, his head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I’m a total noob at this. Are you… mad at me? For that whole ghost marrying me thing.”

“Huh? Mad? Why would I be mad?”

“Cause I didn’t tell you about the other woman.”

“PFT- other woman??”

“I DUNNO!?”

“Idia. No, I’m not mad. As long as no other ghost is coming after you, then I won’t turn anybody into a mint leaf.” You pause.

“Can I turn ghosts into plants…?”

“Y/N no.”

“What? I can keep it as an ‘in case’ protocol in case some random ghost lady wants to marry you again.”

“I highly doubt that. Who’d want to marry me willingly?”

You deadpan at him. “I do.”

“Doesn’t count, I’m your last option.”

“Idia!”

“What? It’s true!”

You laugh, making Idia laugh with you, despite knowing that he’ll get an hour long session of you praising him after a self-deprecating comment like that. You thread your fingers through his hair, moving your head to the side further to kiss his forehead. He blushes and moves his face closer into the crane of your neck. He relaxes into your warmth, shutting his eyes. The sound of birds chirping overhead, a peaceful wind passing by, Idia snuggling close to your side as your head rests against his.

Sunflowers bloom at your feet, stems branching up from the ground and brushing against his ankles. They all face him. Idia thinks for a moment that he’s similar to a sunflower, especially when it comes to you.

He’ll always look for you, for his sunlight.

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[heavenlyraindrops]

♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Ten ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Ten Warnings: profanity Click on the first tag to see all the other chapters

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Ten]

You pressed the stone on your bracelet feverishly in a string of long and short beeps, hoping Lucifer would receive it. 

They know. Me and you. They know. 

The stone lit up, indicating he had heard you. You pulled your sleeve down over the accessory, and smiled brightly at Avery, one of the exorcists, who was approaching you down the street. She smiled back, but it was shadowed with the disappearance and probable death of her friend who hadn’t come back from the extermination a week ago. 

You’d met in the street and she had stopped you to talk- something that happened to you quite frequently whenever you went out. But now you were itching to get away, now that Adam knew- anyone could have known.

“Well well well. Look who it is.”

You turned your head to see Adam and Lute. Avery perked up. 

“Adam, Lute! How was the meeting?”

Adam yawned animatedly. “Boring. Lucifer’s-“ his eyes shifted towards you “-brat showed up. Has some stupid hotel for redemption or something.” His snickers turned into a flurry of raucous laughter, and even Lute next to him looked smug, yet contemptful. 

“Er, what?” 

Both their eyes turned to you in unison. 

“What meeting?”

“We had a meeting in the Heaven Embassy. Charlie Morningstar was there,” she explained slowly, as if you were stupid, and also because Adam had just stared at you for a good six seconds without any response. “She wanted to redeem sinners,” Lute spat.“Stupid idea.”

Your mind swirled at Charlie’s name, and you bit back your objection- if angels could fall, why couldn’t sinners rise?- but you decided it was best to not disagree with Adam for the time being. 

“Agreed,” you said rigidly. Adam nodded, as if he was pleased with what he heard, then turned to Lute.

“C’mon danger tits,” he said. “Let’s get outta here.”

You watched them disappear down the street.

“Well he’s quite a character,” Avery piped up. You turned to her. You had forgotten she was there, you realized, taking in a deep breath and sighing it out.

“Right. Well. There’s not much one can do.”

Avery laughed. “He’s the first man. Do you ever think it got to his head?” She fell silent, flushing. “Don’t tell anyone I said that, though.”

You gave her a wan smile. “Don’t worry. I can keep a secret.”

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Your hand gripped the edge of the sink, before your eyes met your own haggard reflection in the glass in front of you. You winced at your eyebags, which boasted your lack of sleep proudly, and your dull complexion. 

One month left. You still hadn’t decided. 

You debated between going to the living room and tidying up a bit, or going back to your bedroom and falling asleep for what could hopefully be at least a year. You could wake up and realize this was all just a dream. The past seven years, since the day you had met Lucifer, had been just a dream. You slunk back into your bedroom, shutting the door and climbing into bed. Something drifted out of the sheets and landed soundlessly on the floor, and you bent down to pick it up. 

A single red feather. From his wing.

Something swelled in your throat, tears threatening to spill out from your eyes. You sniffled, then bent over, shoulders racked with silent sobs. You ran a hand through your hair, fingers tangling with the strands and tugging it involuntarily.

A couple of quick, polite knocks on the front door snapped you out of your state. You sniffled again, wiping your eyes hastily. They sounded nothing like Adam or Lute, who usually knocked as if the door was unbreakable, or simply barged in. You picked your way across the messy living room and opened the door. 

“Sera,” you said, trying to make your voice sound bright and welcoming but it just rasped out instead. Sera’s smile began to fade once she saw you, her eyes looking up and down, taking you in, in all your exhausted glory.

“[name],” she said, and her voice betrayed no emotion. You tilted your head to the side.

Fuck. She knows.

“Yes?” You said dryly, trying to hide the fact that your heart was going a million kilometers per second. 

Sera cleared her throat, straightening up. “I’ll cut straight to the point.” You stiffened, waiting for the blow. “Heaven has visitors. From Hell, arriving this week, to plead their case in court- that redemption may be possible for sinners.”

You nodded slowly, the dread melting away as you relaxed. 

“We need a place for them to stay, only for a little while, and seeing that you are- supposed to-“ she frowned as your stare darkened, “-be one of the most powerful souls here, due to your purity-“

“You want me to take them in while they’re here,” you said flatly. She nodded and smiled, continuing, trying to convince you, confident she would.

“It’s safer to put them with you than some random hotel, and your house is quite big, you’ve got plenty of guest rooms, and you’re quite- supposed to be-“ she waved her hands around, as if she was trying to bat your sharpening glare away from her, “-proper, collected… neat and tidy…” Her gaze drifted behind you into your living room and she winced. 

You twisted your head round to look over your shoulder, then snapped your eyes back to her. “I’ll get myself presentable for them,” you said gruffly. Sera smiled again, and you wondered if she actually believed you. Clearing your throat, you forced a smile, even though it came out as a grimace. 

“So. Who exactly are these lovely… wayward souls?”

Sera’s expression hardened. “Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell,” she said stiffly, and then relaxed. “And some other… sinner who she’s going to bring along with her.”

The word ‘Morningstar’ knocked the breath right out of you. 

“Oh,” you managed to utter. Sera smiled tightly. You cleared your throat.

“Well.” You squared your shoulders. “I look forward to meeting her. Sera nodded shortly.

“I’m sure you do.” Her voice dropped as she leaned forward suddenly, and you took a step back. “[name], are you sure you’re alright?” You forced a smile.

“I’m just fine, Sera.”

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A/N: Hey guys! Rain here. Multiple things I’d like for it to be known:

-Exams are coming up, and I have a fuck ton of stuff to study. It’s meant to be one of the most important exams in my course so… it’s a pretty big deal.

-Meaning, this might be the last chapter I’ll be able to get out for a while. Either that, or updates will be slower. Luckily, once exams end I have three months of freedom and will be able to update as much as possible!

-until then, I am going to write oneshots now and then, and am also opening my requests! More details are on the pinned post on my blog. (Pls send me a request it makes me feel cool… :’) no like please PLEASE SEND REQUESTS I literally have nothing to write otherwise)

-all I’m saying is, I just won’t be able to write as much cause I’ll be super busy. Don’t worry haha I am NOT going on Hiatus. The taglist is still open.

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[ch4osworld]

THE PASSENGER

Chapter 2

Words:1753 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

It's finally time for Lilith's disappearance, yay! As usual i hope this chapter will be of your liking! Also i don't think this week i'll be able to post anything as i will be really busy with studying and such, but i will still try to write something.

You once again travelled through the meticulous intricacies of hell, with one destination in mind, your shop. You managed to open your pretty little place to make a living out of your miserable life. It was really simple, you would give the customer all the information they needed, while you would get something in return, something of great value, money peraphs, but you managed to get a few souls too. It hurt you, seeing those demons throw their hopeless life away for something so futile as even a little secret you had managed to see, but this is hell after all, a place of eternal torment, where every vitality is doomed from the very beginning. If you wanted to keep yourself alive, it was your job to do just that, as much as it broke you. You took your keys and opened the door. It was lifeless, as usual, it was overflowing with dust, dust that you never had the courage to remove, it seemed filled with energy, peraphs that wasn't dust, that was ash, tiny little particles of a person's being, you were sure someone died in there, your heart told you. Every time you would enter that hollow place it seemed to invade an ancient thomb, you would feel a sense of turmoil every time the delicate and heavy smell of whood would enter your nostrils. You walked behind your desk, steps heavy with grief for someone that you never met, but that was the only place you could afford, so you couldn't let them rest, not for a very long time.

A sinner walked through the timbered door into the dimly lit room. The woman was tall and slender with light-grey skin, her unusual white hair were shaped in the form of large horns, her shoes looking like ballet slippers, wich she walked on the tips of her toes. "Good morning ma'am, what is that you'd like to know?" You told her listlessly as she got closer to you: "Good morning great passenger" she responded, bowing before you. You were bewildered, it seems like people genuinely respected you, at least some of them did, it felt....nice: "I'd like for some information of where to find angelic weapons". This woman was peculiar, to say the least, not many have asked you about angelic weapons before: "there is a desert somewhere in the pride ring, far far away from civilization, there lays many corpses, stabbed by those same weapons, not many are aware of that place"  you replied, showing her a map you had previously found there: "I shall thank you, i hope this is enough to pay the price" she said, handling you a good quantity of money and an angelic weapon, a rare find, "Don't worry, it's perfect" she thanked you one last time before heading away.

Now that work was done, you got back to travelling hell like usual, your steps unusually loud, as the stermination was coming near once again. In a few days the angels would arrive and bring chaos and destruction everywhere they'd reach. You knew that they would not harm you, it was agreed upon the pacts stipulated by Lucifer, but he still decided do gift you something you could protect yourself with, an angelic weapon, a beautiful knife adorned by the most gorgeous and ethereal images carved into it's handel. Oh how sweet, he cared about you a lot, you could easily sense it. It would be romantic even, if not for the fact he was bound to Lilith. Luci never wanted you to suffer, but oh if only he knew how much he hurt you, he would never forgive himself. He suscitated such a pity on you. But even after all this suffering, this torment you were costrained to live with, you found something in you that was worth it still, your humanity. You were no demon or angel, you were just a simple human. You never turned into a demon once you fell, peraphs it was because you were never casted there, it was by choice, by choice of following the one you loved most, even when he couldn't reciprocate. For as long as you could remember you had cherished your humanity above all else. It was part of you, carved into the very depths of your being. It gave you strength in your toughtest moments, as it was a source of force and resiliance, a reminder that good could still exist in a haunted and grotesque place like hell. You loved how it felt to be human and every aspect of it, how it felt to be fragile, how you needed to eat and drink to survive, how things felt on your bare skin, how it felt to be alive, how you were unique. You loved and cherished every single aspect of it, and if it would be taken away from you, you'd fall into the pits of despair and emptiness, because being human was what made you....you. But even as you embraced your humanity, you knew it made you weak, an easy target, for hell was a merciless place, but you refused to give up your soul, for it was the only beacon of hope and light in your meaningless life, and you would never trade it for anything in the world. There was another thing other than your humanity that gave you hope though; Charlie, Luci and Lilith's daughter. When they first announced the pregnancy to you, something inside yourself shattered, maybe it was your heart, maybe your very own soul, but nontheless it spiraled you down into a despair you would have never wanted to reach, and the worst thing was that you had no one to talk to, no one wich you could confide your deepest sufferings. You drowned in a pool of misery as Lilith watched you pleased and she took Lucifer away, to keep it all to herself, like the whicked and evil woman she is deep inside. You could still remember the day they announced the pregnancy to you like it happened yesterday.

In the grands halls of Lucifer's palace, you stood in silence as him and Lilith made their announcement. Her hand rested gently on her slightly swollen belly, a radiant smile gracing her lips as she looked upon her husband with adoration: "Lucifer and I have some wonderful news to share!" She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up: "We are expecting a child!". The words hit you like a hammer, your heart aching with pain that threatened to consume you whole. But despite the turmoil growing within your soul , you forced a smile, masking the pain that burned inside you: "That's wonderful! Congratulations to both of you, I can't wait for the baby to be born!"  Your voice filled with untrue enthusiasm. Lucifer's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his eyes flickering with something unreadable, before turning back to Lilith with a smile: "I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED! I HAVE MANY PLANS–OOOH AND I HAVE A LOT OF NAMES IN MIND!" As the conversation turned to how to name the baby, you felt as though you were drowning in a sea of sorrow. You wanted nothing more than to scream, to breakdown from the injustice of it all, but you knew you had to maintain this facade, for you would never ruin your friendship with Lucifer.

Even after all this torment, you managed to have a good relationship with Charlie. Her joyous character infecting you, making you find a reason to keep living. You grew to be attached to her, you watched her make her first crawls, make her first steps, and say her first word, you watched her grow. She was truly like the child you never had to to you. As you travelled through hell your thoughts lingered on the young lady, to distract yourself from the sorrow surrounding you, you decided to play a visit. As you got closer and closer to Lucifer's castle, a negative aura started surrounding you, something didn't feel right. You tried to dismiss the feeling crawling down your spine, as you reached the palace.

You ventured inside, making your way through the shadowed corridors, your footsteps echoing through the dimly lit halls. You silently approached Lucifer's and Lilith's bedrooom, but as you stepped into the vast room, your breath got caught in your throat at the sight before you. Luci sat hunced over on the edge of the bed, his shoulder shaking as tears streamed down his face. His joyful demeanor seemed to be replaced by utter desperation. For a moment, you stood there in place, unsure of what to do or what to say, but you fastly recomposed yourself, as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, with the same loving embrace he would give you back then in heaven: "It's alright Luci" you murmured reassuringly "I'm here for you, tell me what is happening and we can deal with this togheter". Lucifer's body tensed up at your touch, his breath heavy as he looked up at you with red, teary eyes: "She's gone...Lilith is gone" he cried, as he vainly tried to stop the tears from flowing down his cheek. Your heart ached at the anguish in his voice, full of pain and torment that threatened to engulf you both "Luci, listen to me, you are not alone, you have me and Charlie by your side, you can do it. I am sure Lilith is ok, that she will be back, sooner or later" this is the last thing you said, before the silence started to loom, broken only by the sound of sniffs, as Lucifer buried his head in your chest. You passed the entire day holding one another, as he ruminated on the memories he had with his wife and you listened to him. And so, they clung to each other in the darkness, finding solace in each other's arms, weariness soon found them, and they fell asleep, still embracing eachother.

While you held Lucifer in your arms, offering words of comfort, a tornado of emotions raged within your soul. Amidst the pain you felt for him, a tiny spark of hope flickered to life. As you felt Lucifer's tears on your body, you dared to entertain the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for you. Now that Lilith was gone, you and him could, peraphs, get togheter someday, and have the happy life you always wanted you two to have.

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[alitheakorogane]

Freedom's Protection: Stirring Up a Hurricane

Summary: The bomb was finally dropped, leaving nothing but a series of chain reactions spreading around the area... Literally. Venti revealed himself as the Anemo Archon Barbatos to his people as a last resort for defending you, causing the entire nation of Mondstadt to go into chaos.

This is the fourth part of Mondstadt's storyline for the Reader Protection Squad SAGAU series.

Note: There are instances of grammatical errors, please bear with me. Also, the entire layout was now changed and I placed a title on them so I could not be confused while I write the next chapters. It's still the same story though. Honestly, I have a hard time writing this part, that's why it took me so long.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 (current), 5, 6, 7

"You could say that I am more than just a mere drunkard bard, Miss Rosaria."

"After all, how could I ever spread blasphemous words about myself?"

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The bomb was finally dropped, leaving nothing but a series of chain reactions spreading around the area... Literally.

You wanted to slam your head on the wall or slap Venti to his senses. He just literally drop a bombshell on everyone regarding the non-so-subtle secret he had kept for months, and the ones who had heard of it were looking at Venti like he had grown a second head.

What the hell, Venti?!

There are some who don't get it, but those people who are quick enough to understand what the bard has implied were shocked to the core.

This drunkard bard was delusional, is he really the Anemo Archon? He must be drunk.

Diluc should not let this drunkard drink Dandelion Wine again, he looks young but he can drink an entire stock in one go like there's no tomorrow, and now he spewing nonsense.

Rosaria just glared as she asked her usual drinking buddy in disbelief, "What do you mean, blasphemous words about yourself?"

The young bard ignored the vigilant nun and turn to one of the sisters of the Church, who was just standing with the common folk, "Sister Gotelinde, do you remember the first time we officially met, where I was trying to borrow the Holy Lyre der Himmel?"

Gotelinde nodded as she remembered the first time she had talked to the bard personally and responded with a thoughtful voice, "Yes, it was the time of the Stormterror incident. You tried to borrow the Holy Lyre to save Dvalin but since you have no documents permitting you to borrow it legally, you had the guts to introduce yourself as the Anemo Archon. I never believed you that time because it's preposterous and it's impossible for a simple drunkard bard to be the missing Archon."

"WAIT, WHAT?!"

The citizens of Mondstadt had exclaimed when they heard the nun's outrageous statement, the nuns had exclaimed the hardest.

Deaconess Barbara's eyes widened as gears started to turn in her head as she now connected the dots. She remembered the time Venti had temporarily fixed the Holy Lyre der Himmel a few months ago, she and the nuns had found out that the Lyre was broken again after weeks, but she was still wondering how this bard fix a holy relic, although temporarily. Now she had found her answer, it makes sense that the only one who could restore it (although temporarily) is the Anemo Archon himself.

Then she remembered her actions towards Venti and his friends at that time. It was embarrassing, and she couldn't help but paled at the thought of her Archon seeing her breaking down in front of him and accusing him of destroying the Lyre... His Holy Lyre der Himmel.

Calvary Captain Kaeya Alberich, who was just silent the whole ordeal, was staring at the bard with searing intensity. He wondered if his drinking buddy was the Anemo Archon because if he really is the respectable Lord Barbatos, Venti may have already known about Kaeya's real nationality. After all, he was considered to be a sinner from a godless land that was destroyed hundreds of years ago.

Venti smiled sweetly, as he bowed down like he always does after finishing his performance, "Now you know my secret, citizens of the City of Freedom. Now my disciples, rejoice! Behold, the Anemo Archon, Barbatos has descended!"

He then stood up with confidence in his voice, his eyes glittering in mischief, "Shocked, aren't you? Don't you just want to cry out and rejoice? How does it feel to finally meet the god you've been serving?"

Everyone was in chaos, some of the nuns had fainted, and the Deaconess seems to be in a catatonic state, as she remembered her embarrassing interactions with the bard before. The citizens of all ages were astounded to hear the bard's remarks, the devotees of the Archon were paling at the thought of a homeless drunk bard being the regal and freedom-loving Lord Barbatos.

You could say that was kind of... unpleasant, to say that at least.

One of the senior nuns of the Church of Favonius, Mother Maria, then spoke to some Knights who were standing awkwardly at each other.

"Arrest that bard and his comrades immediately! We will execute him and that imposter for emulating Lord Barbatos and the Divine Grace, and imprison the others for colluding with the suspect!"

"Now, now, Mother Maria, I think this is a mistake," Jean spoke up as she tried to reason out why they can't do such a horrendous thing. The fact that Mondstadt hasn't conducted an execution, whether private or public, in a hundred years makes this decision a little bit unfair. Especially with Jean knowing Venti's identity, the bard being killed and sacrificed at the hands of his beloved citizens to appease the same person they had adored and held in high regard was a little bit ironic. It is not a good way to show praise to their Archon, after all.

The majority of the crowd agreed as they screamed their approval of the decision to arrest them. With slight hesitation in their eyes, Knights rushed into action, with no choice over the matter. The lower guards are tasked to calm down the crowd, while others are tasked to take the rebellious young adults to their custody, especially you and Venti.

For the first time in her life, Jean felt helpless. She may be the Acting Grand Master, but she was against a bunch of angry mobs who had records of being devoted to Lord Barbatos with the Church backing them. The Knights and the Church have equal power in Mondstadt to maintain peace and freedom in the nation, and they both swear to the power of their Anemo Archon to serve Mondstadt and its people, hence giving them equal authority.

They rushed to Venti to capture him, as you yelped and covered your eyes as you can't bear to see the scene unfold in front of you, while Bennett and Razor pulled you in their backs to serve their bodies as your meat shield. The Prinzessin der Verurteilung was pointing her bow while Oz was preparing to strike the other team with Electro.

"As much as I hated to fight all of you since I'm your Archon and it's my duty to protect you but you leave me no choice..."

Venti sighed as he raised his hand to raise a small wind barrier, encasing himself, you, and the rest of the current Benny's Adventure Team. The guards who tried to reach the bard first were hit face-first in the barrier. Eula and Noelle tried to hit the barrier with their claymores many times but it never shattered.

Unfortunately, Amber tried to hit the barrier with her Pyro arrows, but since Anemo is known to be reactive to elemental power besides Dendro and Geo, they just bounced back and created a Swirl reaction, hurting some Knights nearest to the barrier. You opened your eyes in time and gasped in shock, as you see the injured knights and citizens who were unfortunately hit by the Pyro-Anemo combo. There have slight burns on their skins, some of them unconscious.

Screams of anguish and groans of pain were heard in the area, as many people were shocked by the tragic scene in front of them. Many voices had been heard, making your ears hurt over the matter, but you couldn't help but stare at Venti instead, who was turning pale as his favorite flower.

"He used his Anemo Vision!"

"I kind of forgot that that bard was blessed by the gods... Why of all people deserved of them, why them?"

"They had been injured, please help them!"

But there is one yell from one of the people that makes you stop in your tracks, and you knew that Venti is going to hear these piercing words:

"IF HE WAS THE ANEMO ARCHON THAT HE REALLY SAID HE WAS, THEN WHY WOULD HE TRY TO HURT HIS PEOPLE?"

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The cliffhanger was a giveaway, isn't it?

Do I need to announce that Part 5 is in the works since this was intended to be long ass until I decided to cut it again into two parts? I got too carried away, it seems.

To be honest, I apologize for OOC Venti and other characters involved in advance if you feel like they are, it's just that it's my first time writing for Genshin Impact actually. I used to write for Detective Conan and Assassination Classroom before, and this was new territory for me. I'm so glad many appreciated the SAGAU fics I made for the fandom.

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Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Sinners in Secret

Cardinal Copia is a possessive man, he isn’t inclined to share anything much less his particular Sister of Sin. Even if nobody in the abbey has noticed them together, she knows who she belongs to. But even some of the best pets need to be re-educated from time to time.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: (oOohO boy ** rubs hands together **) rough oral sex, rough sex, voyeurism, google translate Italian, dom/sub vibes, bad/no aftercare, spanking, dirty talk, you know…the standards at this point

A/N: This feels like the result of a very fucky sleep schedule and the culmination of all of the dirty thoughts about the Papas drifting around. This is my magnum opus and I don’t know if I will ever be able to top this honestly (ahaha see what I did there?) Surprising to nobody I honestly think I will end up making this into a multi-parter because if I don’t get to live vicariously through my writing and watch them have a threesome I will riot against my own brain

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“Sorella…” 

I arched my back, rolling my hips against Copia’s as I felt his lips press against the sensitive spot by my ear. I shuttered, cupping his face and pulling him to my lips. 

Copia’s hand was threaded in my hair when the sound of someone knocking on the door startled us apart. I slipped from his lap and threw myself quickly into the chair on the other side of his desk, my face flushed bright red as I fixed my habit on my head. Copia cleared his throat and adjusted his cassock before sitting in his office chair.

“Come in.” He called, a hard edge to his voice. He hated being interrupted, especially when it interrupted our time together. I heard the door open and busied myself with looking very interested in the Latin translation I had done earlier today. 

“Ah, Cardinale!”

“Papa. Seestor.” Copia said crisply, his glare dark. “What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Afternoon, Cardinal.” Sister Imperator’s voice was sharp, I couldn’t help it as my eyes drifted to try and sneak a look at her. Unfortunately for me she was too observant and her eyes locked with mine, instantly squinting at me suspiciously. “Sister…whatever could you be doing here? Aren’t you on library duties today?”

“Sorella, don’t tell me you have a…how you say? Ah! A feeling for our dear Cardinale.” Terzo teased as he slid next to me, his arm coming across the back of my chair. 

My face instantly flushed bright scarlet, an uncomfortable giggle bursting from my lips. I looked to Copia for help but he had a quizzical look on his face, his hands steepled in front of his face while he rested his elbows on the arms of his chair. He was leaving me here to hang in front of Imperator, bastard.

“O-oh of course not!” I laughed, panic bubbling in my chest before I started to babble. “Cardinal Copia was helping me with my translation work, he is very dutiful and attentive whenever I need help with my Latin skills. He is a very good friend!”

The three others in the room all had various looks of disbelief. Sister Imperator had one eyebrow lifted, her head tilted just barely, and the look on her face read that she didn’t believe a word at all. Terzo’s face was quirked with a funny sort of smirk, his eyebrows knitted together as if he was trying to decipher something. Papa looked at me with warmth in his eyes before looking over at the other male in the room. Copia’s face was the most troublesome. 

The only way to describe it was blank, nothing on his face gave his reaction away. His eyes however..oh they spoke of my undoing. His mismatched eyes were filled with unbridled fury. They were locked on mine and I knew I would be paying for that comment. The tension in the room could have been cut with a wooden blade.

“Yes well, Sister, Papa and I have a meeting with the Cardinal. I’m sure you have some work to do elsewhere…” Imperator trailed off, gesturing to the Latin notes in my lap and on the desk.

“Yes of course, thank you Cardinal. I’ll see myself out.” I mumbled, cheeks flushed red as both men watched me gather my things quickly and scamper from the room.

As I turned to shut the door behind me, Copia’s eyes locked with mine and a chill ran down my spine. Oh I was so fucked later.

…

I spent the rest of my working hours in the library, partly hiding from Copia but also working on my various translation projects. It wasn’t till one of the other sisters who worked in the library came to drag me to dinner did I even know what time it was. 

Our big formal dinners at the abbey were always noisy, especially when Papa was home with the ghouls. Tables were laid out family style and siblings mingled together with the Ghouls. I actually forgot I had been avoiding Copia and managed to forget myself, smiling while laughing at the ghoul’s antics at the table. Mashed potatoes had been flung lightly at another sibling and I let my eyes drift towards the head table where Copia sat with the older Papas and Sister Imperator. 

The Cardinal wasn’t looking at me, clearly in a deep conversation with Primo and Nihil. Just as I was about to look away his eyes drifted to me. At first his face seemed to soften but then his posture changed and I could see the dark look return to his face. Before I could even think what that could mean, Terzo slid into the seat next to me. I turned to him with a polite smile and slid my gaze away from Copia. Ah, he was still sour over being interrupted.

“Sorella, how is your supper?” Terzo spoke, his voice low and syrupy. I leaned closer to him so I’d be able to hear him over the din of the dining room. He clicked his wine glass against mine and we drained our glasses together. “I hope dear Aether is not bothering you.”

“No, of course not Papa.” I smiled at him as he reached over to refill my wine glass with the bottle on our table. “It’s nice to have you all home for a change, even if it's only a quick stop. It’s been so quiet here without the ghouls.”

“It is very nice to hear you say that, Tesoro.” He teased, my cheeks flushing as I sipped my wine glass. “I too have been sick for home.”

“Do you mean homesick?” I chucked, wine flushing my cheeks even more. I hadn’t eaten much that day and I was drinking more wine than I had for a long time, feeling I needed liquid courage to get me through this. I could feel eyes on Terzo and I, deep down I knew it wasn’t another sibling who was locked on us.

“Ah yes, homesick! My English is sometimes not so good, even more after a few bottles of wine.” Terzo laughed, a loud belly laugh that caused more than a few siblings to look at us. I smiled at him but felt the heat gathering on my face. “What you say, Sorella? Care to join me for a nightcap some time?”

“P-papa?” I sputtered as I looked around me to see if anyone was paying attention to us. The other siblings were fully distracted by the rambunctious ghouls, none of them looking in our direction. “I-I don’t understand.”

“Mi dispiace, Sister. I just assumed you had been looking for esclusiva confessional time.” He leaned in, arm resting behind my chair as he whispered into my ear. “I have seen the way you look at the high table, Sister. Unless that gaze isn’t meant for me.” 

His hand brushed against my cheek, causing me to jump, before my eyes locked with his. He had a slight flush to his cheeks, one I knew was mirrored on my own, and a wicked smile on his face. I blushed more, and squirmed under his intense look in his eyes.

“Judging by the Cardinale storming from the room just now, I would say those looks were not for me.”

I felt the alcohol drain instantly from my bloodstream, the blood draining from my face. 

“W-what?” I whispered, Terzo’s face spread into a wicked grin, one that reminded me of the Cheshire Cat, as he rested his chin in his hand. “I-excuse me Papa…”

Without another word I scrambled out of the dining room, unsure of what I would do if I even ran into Copia. I knew he would be furious and my heart pounded in my chest. I paused in the hallway, thoughts swirling around, and tried to come up with the best plan of speaking with Copia. I knew I couldn’t do it now, not only would he be beyond furious right now but I was tipsy and I didn’t trust my mouth to not say something stupid. 

Also dinner would be finishing up soon and curfew not long after that. I knew I didn’t want to be caught out of my room by then. Instead of running right to Copia’s office where I assumed he would be, I did the only smart thing I could think of. I went right back to my room where I told myself I would go right to bed, collect my thoughts, and have a full explanation and apology ready by morning. With an optimistic pep in my step I went back to my room, fully intent on following through with my plan. I slipped inside, shutting the door behind me, and turning to see a red envelope on my desk with a familiar scrawl on it. 

“Oh fuck me…” I groaned, pulling the habit from my head and tossing it on my bed. 

I stared at the letter for what felt like hours before I plucked up the courage to actually open it. My heart was in my throat as I saw one simple line, there was no signature but I didn’t need one. I knew exactly who wrote to me. I paused to look at the clock on my desk, it was only nine in the evening, I knew I had a few hours to get some sleep before I would follow his commands. I slipped into my nightgown and buried myself under the covers, closing my eyes and willing my heart to calm down as I squirmed just thinking about what Copia had written.

Library. Midnight. Do not wear anything under your nightgown.

Oh. Oh. I was so dead.

…

I startled awake at the sound of my alarm, glad I had thought to set it before I fell asleep. I had a few minutes to sneak down to the library so I rushed to take my underwear and bra off. I couldn’t help the flush that came to my cheeks as I felt a small thrill run down my spine. I tucked my feet in a pair of simple slippers, knowing the floors would be too cold for bare feet, and wrapped my silk bathrobe around myself. 

I slipped out my door as silently as I could, noting the sound of soft snoring from the rooms closest to me. Quickly I snuck down the hall, past the other senior Sister’s rooms and past Imperator’s door. Down the carpeted staircase, the weave dampened the sound of my steps, and into the main entrance hall. I padded down the long hallway to the wing of the abbey that had the library and large recreation halls for indoor clergy events. 

The library doors were closed but never locked, the other Sisters who worked the library with me knew that sometimes the siblings of sin needed a quiet place to come in the night when they couldn’t sleep. I prayed to Satan himself that tonight nobody would be inside or come looking for solitude. I opened the door slowly, wincing at the creaking of the old hinges, and slipped inside. 

“Cardinal..?” I whispered, looking around for any source of light or sign that he was already here. I walked between the bookshelves, heading up the large staircase towards where I knew he liked to sit in the daytime. “Copia?”

I slipped between the shelves and looked over the bannister, looking for signs of anyone. I felt leather gloves wrap around my wrists, pinning me against the railing. I gasped and tried to turn around but he let go of one wrist to slip a hand in my hair, tugging roughly to prevent me from turning around. Instantly I had to bite my bottom lip to hold back the wanton moan that threatened to spill from them. 

“Sorella.” Copia murmured in my ear as he pulled my hair tight enough that my head was resting on his shoulder. “I would have thought you would have learned after last time…”

“Co-” I started before he pressed his entire body against me, pinning my body to the railing with his hips as he covered my mouth with his leather clad hand and cut off my words. The hand in my hair let go before coming to wrap around my throat

“You will refer to me by my title, Sorella.” He hissed,the muscles in his body taut. A thrill ran down my spine, squirming against him as the railing bit into my hips. “You must be taught a lesson, no?”

Copia’s hand around my throat tightened its grip, pressing firmly against my windpipe. My breath was harsh through my nose as I exhaled and tried to suck in a breath around his glove. All I could smell was the scent of warm leather and the slightly spicy scent of the incense and aftershave Copia used. It was heady and intoxicating to me, especially with the man himself pressed up against me firmly.

“Sarebbe un piacere per me, cara mia…” He practically purred, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. I whimpered, his hand covering my mouth came down to my hip and he squeezed it harshly. 

Copia was pressed flush against me, my body practically crushed against the bannister, and I could feel his cock through his heavy cassock as his left hand began to explore my body. I felt the heat of his hand through the leather gloves as his hand skimmed from my hips, up my waist, with his fingers splayed out. Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I shuddered, my fingers gripping the wood of the bannister so tight my knuckles were white. Roughly he tugged on the belt of my bathrobe, loosening the knot till he was able to open my robe.

“Take it off, Sorella.”

“Yes Cardinal.” I whispered, voice wavering slightly as I let go of the bannister to slip the silk down my shoulders and let it pool at my feet.

 I still hadn’t been allowed to turn around and I attempted to turn my head to try and catch his eye. There was a loud crack as his leather gloved hand made contact with my ass. I hissed between my teeth, facing forward again and gripping the railing, while squirming slightly to try and get some relief for the steadily increasing throbbing between my legs. 

“Did I say you could turn to me, cara?” Copia sneered, his hand on my throat clenching slightly. I panted, heart rate buzzing in my ears as my eyes slipped closed. 

“No, Sir.”

“Do not remove your hands from the railing till I tell you, yes?”

“Yes, Cardinal.”

I felt both of his hands leave my body for a moment and I whimpered at the loss of contact, body aching for his warmth back. That was till I felt him lift the hem of my nightgown, tucking it around one of the flimsy straps. While the front hem kept me covered, my entire backside was exposed to Copia. His leather clad hands ran from my thighs and up to cup my ass before coming around under the thin cotton to skim over my stomach, the muscles clenching as they passed, before he curled around me again. He ground his hips into mine, his cock brushing against my ass, and I moaned as quietly as I could. His hands paused in their movements, pointer fingers just barely brushing the underside of my breasts as my nipples pebbled and hardened against the fabric of my nightgown. 

“This is meant to be a punishment, Sorella.” He tutted, disappointment clear in his voice. “What kind of lesson are you learning if you are enjoying it, hm?”

My cheeks flushing deep red as his hand brushed against my ass again, a quick snap of his wrist and I felt the skin begin to sting from the bite of the leather. I hissed, my bottom lip clenched between my teeth, as he spanked me again. I rolled my hips back to give him a better angle and clenched my hands so tightly to the bannister I would be surprised if I didn’t leave marks from my nails in the wood. His hand came to soothingly rub the welt that I knew was developing, I rocked back against it as I seeked out the comfort of his familiar hands. In a flash, his hand was tugging on my hair again, arching my neck back towards him as I panted.

“Sei una ragazza cattiva, Sorella…” Copia purred, his voice thick with arousal as he teased me. He kicked my feet apart, widening my stance till he was pleased with it. “I will have to punish you extra for your trasgressione tonight…”

“Please, Cardinal.” I begged, heart pounding in my chest as I started to slightly panic. I didn’t mean for that to slip out. I felt him chuckle, his chest pressed against me as he ground against me again.

“No, no Dolcezza…we are beyond the point where you can beg with me.”

I felt Copia move away from me again before his hand spanked me hard, three times in a row. I hissed a breath between my teeth, trying my hardest to not cry out in case anyone was in the halls. The last thing I needed was for someone to catch me here like this with the Cardinal.

My legs were shaking, barely able to hold my weight up. Copia’s grip on my hip as he spanked me was the only thing holding me up right now. I leaned on the banister, hands still gripping the wood tightly, and hung my head as I fought to keep as silent as possible. After a few more smacks to my poor red ass, he paused and rubbed the skin soothingly. I felt his hand slip from my hip to dip between my legs, brushing against my dripping slit. I gasped harshly and bit down on my bottom lip to stop from crying out as his gloved finger teased me. 

“So wet for me,” Copia murmured in my ear, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of my ear. “I am flattered, bella…”

“Cardinal…” I whimpered as his other hand, the one not running back and forth with featherlike pressure over my cunt, snaked up my body teasingly. His gloved fingers paused to brush against my hardened nipples, teasing the sensitive peaks, before sliding up my chest and wrapping around my throat. 

“You will need to earn your orgasam, Sorella.”

“S-sir?”

“Get on your knees.”

With a speed I knew normally I’d feel embarrassed over, I turned around to finally look at the Cardinal. His biretta had been placed on the bookshelf to his left, his hair already falling in his face. The look in his eyes was wild and predatory. His mismatched eyes, white iris especially, looked like they were glowing in the lowlight of the library. His face was flushed and he seemed to have a slight dewy quality to his skin in the evening light, it dawned on me that he was sweating from the exertion of holding himself back. Furious Copia was like an animal, just waiting to be unleashed. 

I looked up at him obediently, hands twitching in my lap, as my ass ached from being pressed against my calves and heels. I was waiting till I was told what I could do; I knew better than to just jump him like the little gremlin in my mind screamed to do. Copia smirked, eyebrow cocked, as he ran his hand across my cheek and petted the top of my head. 

“Good girl.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his low tone and the look in his eye, the heat pooling in between my legs as I squirmed on the floor below him. I watched as he leaned slightly back against the bookshelves, gesturing to his obvious tent behind his cassock. 

“Prove to me you have earned it.”

I didn’t need to be told twice, my hands drifted from my lap to run up his thick strong thighs. Slowly I unbuttoned his cassock from where the buttons started around his mid calf and up to his waist. I brushed against his hard cock as I passed his crotch before pushing the heavy wool coat open so I could begin undoing his trousers. My heart was beating wildly as I unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock, hard and hot in my hand. 

Slowly I ran my hand up and down his length, teasing the tip with the pad of my thumb. Copia groaned quietly, rolling his hips forward to add some friction. Feeling encouraged I tightened my grip and began to run my fist up and down before slowly teasing him with the tip of my tongue. I ran it across the head of his cock, tasting the precum that had beaded there, before pressing my tongue flat against the underside and taking him into my mouth. 

Copia groaned as his hand buried in my hair, fingers twisting at the scalp to tug sharply. I flinched slightly at a particular sharp tug when I began bobbing my head up and down while hollowing out my cheeks. But the ache of my scalp has nothing on the burning lust in my core, hips rolling and squirming as my knees begun to ache. I looked up at Copia and felt my cunt clench at the look on his face, a whimper bubbling up my throat.

His head was leaning back but he locked his eyes with mine, his breaths coming in sharp pants as I continued to suck and tease his cock. Copia’s eyes were hooded and dark with lust, his pupils blown wide as they bore into my own. His cheeks were flushed and his clergy paint around his eyes looked slightly smudged. I watched him bite the tip of the middle finger of each glove and tug them off with his teeth, tossing them on the shelf where his biretta sat. His warm hands came back to rest against the sides of my head as he tangled his fingers in my hair. 

“Bellissima…” He groaned before, with little warning, he held my head steady and began to fuck my face. 

I relaxed my jaw, taking him as deep in my throat as I could but occasionally gagging as he hit the back of my throat. I moaned deeply, feeling his nail scrape against my scalp as his thrust stuttered slightly. My hands ran up and down his thick thighs and reached up to cup his ass, nails digging into the fabric as I tried to keep my balance. I could feel the spittle dripping from my mouth, my eyes beginning to water with every time I gagged. I must have looked like a mess to Copia but I didn’t care. 

I whimpered around his cock and fought the urge to slip my hands between my legs to touch my core. I needed relief from the painful ache. My heart was thrumming in my chest, my breath was coming in little pants when I wasn’t choking from Copia’s brutal pace. I felt his cock twitch against my tounge and I knew he was close. I felt his grip on me tighten as I looked up at him with lust clouded eyes, tears streaking down my cheeks, his face looked positively feral as he grunted down at me. 

“Swallow it all, Sorella.” He snarled before thrusting as deep as he could manage, my nose pressed against his trousers as he finally finished in my mouth. “Like a good girl…”

I could feel his cock twitching as he emptied himself down my throat, I could barely keep up and I felt some drip from my aching mouth. I looked up at him with watery, adoring eyes with a cheeky smile as I released him from my mouth. I used my fingers to wipe up the combinations of fluids from my face, licking them clean while keeping our eyes locked together. His hand cupped my cheek gently, his thumb toying with my bottom lip. 

Before Copia could say anything I heard the sound of the library door hinges creaking open. Panic ran right through me as I scrambled to grab my robe and tuck myself into Copia, who was busy tucking himself back into his trousers and righting his cassock. 

“Sorella..?” The familiar Italian lift of Terzo’s voice made my heart rate spike into cardiac arrest. I was going to die, let Lucifer open up the pit of hell and swallow me up. “Are you in here?”

I started to step towards the banister at the end of the alcove, intending to reveal myself to Papa just so he wouldn’t search for me, but Copia grabbed my wrist. I looked back at him with a curious look on my face but he didn’t say anything, he pulled me over to him and turned us so my front was pressed against the bookshelf and he was pressed against my back firmly. I had turned my head to look over the edge of the bannister, in the low light I could see Papa peaking around the shelves downstairs, I prayed to every saint below that he wouldn’t come upstairs. 

I jumped out of my skin when I felt Copia’s bare hand cup my cunt from behind, pulling me back flush against him. I looked back over my shoulder with wild eyes, but the Cardinal didn’t say anything. Instead he pressed a finger to his lips, indicating to me to be quiet. My heart was sputtering out of control at this point; I was either going to pass away from being caught by Papa out of bed with a senior clergy member or from the feeling of Copia’s fingers teasing me. 

His fingers teased my slit, slipping just barely between them and lifting away before they would brush against my clit. I was quietly panting, my breath barely deep enough to keep the oxygen circulating, and I felt Copia lean forward to whisper in my ear. 

“Quiet, Sorella. You would not want our Papa to catch you like this would you?” He purred, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. He punctuated his comment by finally letting his finger just barely brush against my clit. 

I barely kept the very obvious wanton moan in my mouth, instead a very light whimper slipped out. Copia covered my mouth with his hand sharply and I felt my soul leave my body as my cunt clenched and I felt some of my fluid drip out of me and onto Copia’s hand. Neither of us moved at first, our heavy breaths being the only thing I could hear as my ears rang in the silence. The seconds ticked by and just when I thought we’d been in the clear…

“Sorella?” Papa’s voice came from downstairs but much closer than before. He was nearing the stairs, there were only a few places left to check downstairs before he’d have to come up. My heart was in my throat, I thought I was going to throw up.

Copia seemed spurred by this and his fingers began to slip back and forth from my clit to my clenching entrance, just barely slipping in before sliding away to swirl around my clit. If his hand hadn’t been covering my mouth we would have been found by now. I was biting the inside of my cheek so sharply I was positive I was drawing blood. I was panting, eyes clenched closed tightly as I rolled my hips back against his teasing fingers searching out any friction or relief. I was leaning heavily against the bookshelf, squirming as my nipples brushed against the wood grain. 

“Hm…is it possible my little tesoro wants to be discovered by Papa?” Copia’s voice was deadly and sharp as he whispered in my ear. “Dai suoni della tua fica direi di si.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as his fingers circled my clit torturously slowly, faintly I could hear the wet sound of my dripping cunt as he moved his fingers lazily. I loved when Copia spoke Italian, he had been doing it less and less frequently as he adjusted to the siblings of sin here who didn’t know how to speak it, and the shit knew it turned me on. My heart was pounding in my chest, I was gasping breaths through my nose as I panted with Copia’s hand still firmly covering my mouth. He curled around my body and I could feel the slowly growing bulge under his cassock returning again. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my lips, barely muffled by Copia. 

My life as a Sister of Sin flashed before my eyes as I heard the first footboard of the stair creak. Terzo was heading up the stairs, I looked out over the edge to watch him. He couldn’t see me yet but if he came all the way up and turned around he would get a full view of Copia pinning me to the bookcase. Copia’s fingers dipped inside me, curling slightly as he thrusted them lazily. I felt the rope of my orgasm pulled tight, I was so close and self-preservation was the last thing on my mind as I watched Terzo slowly come up the stairs.

He didn’t turn around, instead he headed to the mezzanine on the other side of the large library. Copia was entirely focused on me, whispering dirty things in both English and Italian in my ear as he nipped and sucked at my neck. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking, heart thumping away painfully, as Copia’s thumb brushed against my clit as he thrusted his fingers. 

“Such a supple peccatrice you are, Sorella…” He murmured while tracing the outline of my ear with his tongue, I whimpered, my hand gripping his wrist so tight I was surprised he didn’t cry out in pain. 

I looked out over the bannister to the other side of the second level of the library and my heart almost stopped completely. Terzo stood, leaning against the banister casually as his eerie missmatched gaze locked on mine. I felt my face turn bright red, my whole body shuddering as he watched me. Copia hadn’t noticed, most of his body was turned away from that side to watch the main walkway for Papa. I arched my back sharply, moaning into Copia’s hand as his fingers picked up their pace. My legs shook violently as my pleasure began to come to a head. I could hear my blood pulsing in my ears, but my eyes never left Terzo on the other side of the library.

“What would Papa say if he saw his sweet Sorella now, hm?”

I could see the smirk on Papa’s face from where I writhed as one of his hands that was holding onto the bannister drifted to grip his cock through his trousers. His white gloves made it blatantly obvious he was caressing his cock over his black trousers and I couldn’t help the flush of pleasure at the idea of Terzo getting off on watching me. I watched as his eyes closed for a moment and his head rolled to the side, obviously pleasure written on his face. My spine cracked as I arched against Copia, rolling my hips against his fingers and moaning. As if the heavens decided to dump more on me at that moment, Copia’s thumb frantically rubbed against my clit as he punctuated his command with his fingers thrusting violently into my cunt. 

“Come for me, amore.”

I honestly thought I was going to black out as my orgasm slammed into me, shudders running up and down my body as I rolled my hips to ride his fingers. Papa’s face lit up as he realized I had come in front of him, a wicked smile on his face as he winked at me. My eyes rolled back, head landing against Copia’s shoulder and I lost sight of Terzo. I dug my fingers into his wrist, nails leaving little half moon marks in the skin as I felt Copia press a gentle kiss to my temple.

“Good girl, Sorella…” He purred and I bit my cheek so hard I felt the blood drip to prevent my desperate moans.

I felt weak, my legs unable to hold me up anymore so Copia helped hold me in place as the aftershocks rolled through me. When I looked over to where I had spotted Papa before, he was gone. I felt the blush on my face deepen before the creaking sound of the library door hinges startled me. I knew then Papa had left and there was a tiny part of me that was disappointed he didn’t stay.

I felt Copia relax just slightly before pulling back from me slightly. He reached forward and positioned my hands on the bookcase, bending me at the waist, and placing my palms flat on the wood of the shelf. I jumped when I felt the head of his cock brush against my tight opening, running up and down to cover himself in my wetness. 

“I have you all to myself now, tesoro.” Copia grunted in my ear, sliding inside me slowly. 

I bit down on my bottom lip, a whimper slipping from my lips. I felt him angle his hips as he filled me with his length, stretching my walls as I arched back and angled my hips for him. One of Copia’s hands gripped my hip tightly, controlling the speed of his slow entrance into me despite all of my squirming. The other was curled around my throat, possessively holding onto me. After another torturously long minute I felt his hips press flush against mine and I felt so deliciously filled deeply by him. 

My eyes rolled back as I shuddered against him as he barely moved his hips, torturing me with his shallow rocking. I stuffed my balled fist between my teeth in an attempt to muffle my moans unsuccessfully. Copia’s hand left my hip and before I could react I felt him slap my ass right on top of where my previous welt sat. His hand that had been around my throat came up to cover my mouth instead, muffling the keening sound that had bubbled up out of me. 

“Quiet, cara mia. You wouldn’t want Papa to come back looking for you would you?” The Cardinal hissed in my ear, his hips starting to move more aggressively and snapping just the way he knew I loved. Heat flushed in my belly and my cheeks felt rosy, my cunt clenched at the thought of it and I felt Copia pause before chuckling darkly. “Sorella…quanto perverso.”

I panted as his hand moved from my mouth to grip my shoulder, pulling me back roughly to match his more aggressive thrusts. He spanked me again and I cried out again, far past giving a shit on who found us like this. He felt so good, his cock rock hard inside me and my legs quivered as the heat of my lust began building in my belly again. 

“C-cardinal, please…” I begged, for what exactly I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t help but whimper when he spanked me again. The crack of his palm on my skin echoing in the quiet library. 

“Do not ever forget who controls you, who controls your body, Sorella.” He groaned in my ear, voice dangerously low. “Do you think that your Papa could bring you this much pleasure?”

A breathy moan spilling from my mouth was his only answer, I didn’t trust my mind to put sentences together as I focused on the pleasure he spoke of. His fingers dug into the taut muscle where my neck and shoulder met as he pounded into me, pulling me back to meet each of his thrusts. I shuttered against him, my nails digging into my palms as my heartbeat pounded in my head. 

“Answer me, bella.” His voice was tight, punctuating his statement with a particularly sharp snap of his hips. I cried out, feeling tears welling in my eyes at the intensity.

“N-no, Sir.” I whispered hoarsely, arching my back as my orgasam began to build. His hand on my hip slipped between my legs to lazily brush against my clit and I moaned again. “It’s only ever been you, Cardinal.”

“Si, Sorella, and there will not be another. I do not share.” He hissed and I felt the tears begin to spill down my cheeks, from frustration or maybe embarrassment when remembering Papa had already seen me; I wasn’t entirely sure. “Not even for Papa.”

“I’m so close, Cardinal.” I said, whimpering as he spanked me again. “Please sir…”

“Please what, dolcezza?” Copia’s voice was silky despite the wild pace he sat with his thrusts. 

My chest bounced with the force he fucked me, my hips and ass aching from his grips and spanks. I was so close and I didn’t know I could hold off what felt like an inferno. When his hips stuttered slightly I knew he wasn’t far off either, cunt clenching his cock tightly at the thought. 

“Please let me come…” I begged, nails digging into my own skin as I felt the flutter deep inside me as my orgasam threatened to spill over. “Cardinal please.”

His thrusts became more sporadic, his finger sliding against my sopping wet cunt and brushing my clit more urgently. My breath was wild, panting like I had spent a mile running, as I moaned a little louder than I meant too. Copia’s hand moved from my shoulder, covering my mouth and pulling me back flush against him. My back arched almost painfully as he began to thrust wildly into me. My hands gripped his wrist by my mouth, nails digging into his skin, his other hand came up to wrap around my throat, squeezing a warning as I fought to stifle every noise coming from my mouth. His cock hit a sensitive spot deep inside me and I felt my eyes roll back in my head as my orgasam held back by a fraying thread. 

“Please.” I repeated over and over like a mantra behind his bare hand, tears spilling from my eyes and running down my cheeks and over his fingers. I felt delirious, my heart felt like it was going to explode, and just when I thought I would pass out between the lack of oxygen and the muscles in my body fighting back my orgasam Copia spoke two words that pushed me over the edge.

“Now, amate.” His words were hissed and sharp in my ear but they were punctuated by him biting my most sensitive spot on my neck, sucking hard and running his tongue across the broken skin. 

None of this really fully registered to me as my body felt like it had been pulled taut by some unseen string suddenly as I came undone in his arms stronger than I ever had before. My toes curled, eyes clenched tightly, fingers digging my nails into his skin. I shuddered deeply, hips rolling back against Copia’s violent thrusts as he fucked me through my orgasm. I felt him shudder, cock twitching as he thrusted a few more times before he too toppled over into the abyss with me. I felt him fill me with his seed, moaning broken Italian in my ear as I slouched forwards against the bookshelves bonelessly. He crushed against me as he thrusted weakly through our aftershocks, his chest heaving against my back as I dimly registered the feeling of him slipping out of me. 

“Bellissima, tesoro.” Copia murmured, pressing gentle kisses to my exposed shoulders. “You have been such a good girl tonight…”

My face flushed at his praise, squirming slightly under him as his hands wandered to my waist. I knew he wanted to keep going but I could barely keep my eyes open. 

“Copia…” I murmured, turning my head to look back at him. “I need to get back to my rooms before we actually get caught.”

“Si, si. I understand.” He mumbled before sighing heavily. He drifted away from me, taking a moment to right his cassock which had a large wet stain from where both of our fluids had smeared on him. He flushed slightly before moving his belts around to try and cover it as best as possible. “Come, let me walk you back at least.”

I turned, reaching to the floor to pull my bathrobe back on, and smiled at him sleepily. I cupped his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, pulling away before either of us could get carried away.

“I think it would be more suspicious if I was found to be out of bed with you, don’t you?” I teased, eyebrow furrowed at him. He shrugged sheepishly and gave me a wry smile. 

“Cannot blame a man for trying to get back to your room, eh Sorella?”

I was happy his mood seemed to return more to normal, I took his hand as we slipped from the library and made our way quietly to the main entrance where he cupped my cheeks with both hands and kissed me quickly before I could stop him. 

“Goodnight, Tesoro.” Copia whispered against my lips and I felt butterflies pool in my belly at the warmth in his eyes. 

I was tempted to toss my own advice out the window and drag him back to my room myself but he slipped his hand from mine and scurried down the hallway where senior male clergymen had their own rooms. I practically floated back to my room, despite all the bruises and marks all over my body. I had started to open my door when a voice startled me, my soul almost leaving my body at that moment. 

“Ah, buona serata, Sorella.” My head whipped to the dark at the end of the hall as Terzo stepped out from the shadows. 

He had his hands in his pockets as he casually leaned against my door frame. His hair was slightly messy and he had a slight flush to his cheeks. My mind wandered to what could have caused that at this time of night and I knew my cheeks were flushed.

“P-papa…” I greeted him, head tilting in respect as I clung to my robe slightly. “I was just getting some air, I’m going right back to bed now.” 

“Hm,” He eyed me, knowing full well I was not getting air, and smirked at me. His hand drifted up and caressed my neck. “I did not know that air bit back, bella.”

I shuttered and looked down at what caught his eye, a massive bite mark that looked more like a welt. I could feel the slight indent of teeth around the outside of the mark. My eyes looked at his mismatched eyes as they drifted across my face, a knowing smile on his lips. 

“I hope you sleep well, Sorella.” He purred, leaning in close to whisper in my ear. “I am sure you will since you seem to be quite saited. Maybe next time I can be of some assistenza…”

A shudder ran through me and heat pooled in my belly, my eyes wide as I mumbled a flustered good night to Terzo and slipped into my room. I could hear him chuckle as I leaned against the wood door, his expensive italian leather shoes clicking on the marble floor as he walked away. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute as I tossed my robe over the chair at my desk and threw myself in bed, willing myself to fall asleep instantly and to ignore the pounding of my clit.

#Ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #cardinal copia #papa emeritus lll #my writing #sinners in secret chapters

[fanofstuff02]

PRISON AU IT IS!

AU by @rius-cave , although I added my own thoughts into it (For example, her idea was that Lute helping Adam but I wanted it to go more like the actual show, where I think Lute wouldn’t help Adam if he was a sinner.).

Tagging you @fightinsoda and @foreverpeachy2010 , hope you don’t mind.

Everyone’s roles:

People who’s in prison:

Lucifer: You’ll see

Husk/Hunter (I’m basic): Tax evasion/illegal gambling

Angel Dust/Anthony: That guy has a mafia family

Alastor: Spilling government secrets on radio (Still a serial killer)

Sir Pentious: Illegal weapon posession

Vox: Fraud

Valentino: Do I need to say something

Adam: Framed with murder

This is an all male prison yk

People out of prison:

Charlie: Law student

Emily: Also a law student

Vaggie: Fired cop

Lute: Cop

St Peter: Cop

Sera: Judge

Nifty: Canteen lady

Rosie: Prison nurse

Velvette: Crime partner of Vox, but managed to dodge going to prison

Do police officers can both patrol and do wardening? I have no idea. But this goes like that.

Also, sorry if this doesn’t has that much details. I tried not to copy @things-arent-what-they-seem66 ‘s fic. The next chapters will be better I swear.

ENJOYY!!!!

Also, I’ll post the new chapter of my favorite au a few hours later.

“Dad..?” A little kid came out from behind the desk where she was hiding and looked to his father. Why was his dad covered in red? And why wasn’t the person she didn’t knew moving? “Is he okay?”

“Don’t worry sweetie. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine He can’t-“

“Stay away from her.” A slightly scared, but determined voice came from behind. “Charlie, come here.”

“Lily, you have to listen! He was going t-“

“I don’t care. Charlie, don’t go near him.” Lilith pulled her daughter to herself harshly and took her arm into her hands.

“I want to stay with daddy!” She fighted against her mother’s grip but she was too strong. Lilith gave Lucifer one more disgusted look and rushed to outside.

“LILITH!” Lucifer yelled as he wanted to go after them, but he froze when he heard someone shout.

“Stay where you are and raise your hands up in the air!” A police officer walked inside and pointed his gun to him.

Lucifer, who was still in shock, did what he said. He handcuffed him and guided him to a police car. He saw multiple polices around. Lilith was talking to one.

“I heard the intruder coming in. It was at my daughter’s room but instead of calling you, my husband decided to play the hero and end him himself. I’m hoping you will put an end to this.” Lilith’s eyes met with Lucifer’s, but she cut the eye contract. She couldn’t look him in the eye. All she saw was a murderer.

“I understand you ma’am. I hope you can get divorced easily.”

Lucifer then looked at his daughter. Oh, he could do anything to go near her, wipe her tears away, hug her and calm her down. Instead, he could just look at her. She teared her gaze from the stone floor and looked at her father. And at that moment, Charlie understood that her father wasn’t a monster like mommy said.

Lucifer only thought about how he failed as a dad while he was taken to prison.

— Today —

“Rise and cry you freaks!” Lucifer woke up with someone running their baton on the bars. It was loud.

“Mmmhm, that’s right! Get the fuck up before I make you.” He said.

Ah, of course. Officer Kadmon. A.k.a. the world’s biggest piece of shit. On his daily wisit.

“That mother fucker.” His cellmate groaned.

“Indeed.” He got up and grabbed one of his rubber ducks. Those always calmed him down.

“Whats the matter Morningstar? *random surname*? Uncomfortable?” Kadmon laughed at them, stopping at their cell.

“Nah, it’s more like a hotel to be honest.” He said calmly.

“Mocking me?” He hit their bars with his baton. “Too bad you’re not on the right position to do that right?”

“Don’t you have a better job to do?” The other guy spoke, annoyed.

“Aww, you don’t want me to break your other fingers? You want me to go the fuck away?” He said in a childish voice “Guess what! This is my fucking job you horse shit!” He laughed loudly, causing even more curse words. Shove that fucking stick up to your ass. Lucifer thought and stood up. Luckily the shithead didn’t realize.

“Goodbye bitches!” He kept walking but was immediately startled when the short prisoner squeaked the rubber duck on his hands near his ears. Nah, startled would be unfair. He literally jumped.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Morningstar!?” He tried to hit him behind bars but Lucifer was fast.

“Oops.” He chuckled and went back to his bed. It was worth it.

“Oh, do you wanna lose the privilege of your sissy hobbies?! I can make that happen!” He growled.

“Sure, sure.” He played with his duck, not caring about the screaming man.

“You’ll see, bitch.” He walked away to the other prisoners. “Back in your place huh, *Alastor’s surname*? I told them specifically to keep your cell empty!” He scoffed at the prisoner at the next cell, who hadn’t been around for a while because he escaped. Hunter said that it was Kadmon who caught and brought him back. Lucifer didn’t like Alastor, heck that prick thought he was being ‘creepy’ with his boring attitude. But at least he knew where he stood. Officer piglet didn’t.

“How nice of you, kind officer.” He could literally hear the smile on his voice. “I hope you had a wonderful week.”

“I did. Unlike you, pussy!”

— Awhile later —

Adam was on night patrol with Holly. He wished it was Lute, but that gal was nice too he guessed. She might be a gay, but she was still cool. He waited outside of a coffee shop as she got them some.

He was mumbling a song to himself when he heard a human voice coming from the woods. He was saying “You don’t own me.. You don’t own me…” repeatedly. He took his gun out just to be safe, he knew what kind of creeps there were at night. He walked off slowly there. There was an old man looking at him, and he was walking near him.

“Sir? Are you-“

“YOU DON’T OWN ME!” He screamed and made a dash to Adam, causing the officer to back down and pointing the gun at him.

And thats when he heard that. Someone shooting behind. Shooting the old man in the head right where he pointed his gun. He fell down, face all bloody.

Oh no.

“Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit!” Panic rose in Adam as he understood the crazy guy was dead.

“WHO’S THERE!” He shoot his gun at the woods. He heard someone else though.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” A guy, much saner than the old man came from behind. “YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM YOU CUNT! WHAT DID HE EVEN DO TO YOU!?” He pushed him away from the old man and looked at him. Adam couldn’t do anything as he saw the cries of the man.

Oh shit.

“Look, it was-!“

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!”

He got up angrily, ready to beat the shit out of the police but then stopped when he saw the person had a gun. Instead, he ran to their police car in order to find another officer.

“WAIT!” He tried to track him down as he ran there. But immediately stopped when-

He heard a high pitched scream coming near him. It came from a woman who was just out of the coffee shop. She looked scared. “Officer, help!”

“No, look, it wasn’t-“

“Sir..?” Holly came rushing, she must’ve heard the woman, and froze when she saw Adam.

“Holly, you don’t-“ He tried to came closer to them but the guy yelled again.

“HE KILLED HIM!”

“I DIDN’T! Holly you have to-“ He shutted his mouth in shock as she pointed her gun at him, hands shaking.

“Don’t come any closer!” She stated. “Place your weapons infront of you and raise your hands where I can see them or else!”

“Come on-“ What the fuck?!

“If you don’t, I’ll-“

“Fine.” He did what she told. “Hey, what are you-“ He panicked even more when she reached him with handcuffs.

(Is this how this works? I have no fucking idea)

— After —

Adam was thrown to a court the following days. He came up with a lawyer, but there were evidence. The guy who saw him -he learned that it was his son- testified that it was him, and the woman did the same. And before you know it, he was charged for murder and sent to prison in an orange jumpsuit. He didn’t understood what happened clearly until he was placed in the middle of the general population of prison.

“Wait! I didn’t do that shit! It was a fucking mistake!”

“It surely was, wasn’t it, officer?” He heard voices behind him and felt all the color on his face drain away. He was fucked. He turned around only to be met with a huge group of inmates. They were almost like predators, and in this case he was the prey.

“What are you dirtbags looking at?!” He yelled, trying to keep his threatening posture. Failing miserably.

“Ohoh, a punching bag I’m looking at.” One of them said, mimicking the ex officer’s ex attitude. The others took this as a starting point and threw him to the ground.

Lucifer watched the prisoners beating the shit out of former officer. His cries and pleas were harmonic. It’d be easy to let the prisoners end him to be honest, but he knew a better way to humiliate him. Physical beating was something, but psychological beating… Its harm could never be measured. He decided what to do and jumped up his seat.

“ENOUGH!” He shouted to his fellow inmates. Everyone backed away with disgusted looks on their faces, still not wanting to let go of that fucker.

Adam heard calm steps coming near him and holding his chin. He muttered something and looked up to the other man.

Morningstar. It was fucking over.

Lucifer eyed the pathetic guy. He was either gonna pass out or puke. His face was ruined. Aren’t mister handsome anymore, he thought, he still remembered how arrogant this prick was before. He chuckled, karma had a cruel but pretty good sense of humor.

“Do you hear me?” He asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Then listen carefully.” He whispered sharply. “Because I will only speak once.” He grinned to the scared man.

“I am offering you a deal. You will be protected from physical harm, no one here dares to cross me. In return you’d give me your full obedience. You’ll be mine. You will always do what I say. Deal?”

“I-“

“Okay, then I’m leaving y-“

“Deal.” He quickly said, hating the sound leaving his lips. He didn’t wanna do this, all of his cells hated this. But this was his only chance. He could still hear the wolves. Cops weren’t welcome inside bars.

“Excellent.” He cupped his cheek.“Now get up. You need treatment. Rosie will do.” He held his hand out. Adam barely stood up but that was it. He passed out to Lucifer’s arms. He groaned, this guy was fucking heavy. He just let him slip and left him on the floor. He could call the nurse later.

“This mean we could end him now?” One of the prisoners asked with hope.

“No. Everyone, listen!” He called out to the crowd at the last part. “You will not be hurting him from that moment. I agree,” He raised his hands as he heard objections. “He deserves it. But I am just saying you can’t physically hurt him.”

“And why would we feel the need to not do that?” One particular inmate spoke. One inmate with a personal hatred against the former guard.

“Think about it, Alastor.” He came closer to the smiling, taller man, still keeping an eye out for his newest toy. “Humiliating him like he did to most of us is much better than simply ending that bitch, right? You must know the damage the words can do much better than everyone.” He looked up.

“You might be right. But it is no guarantee that he won’t try to hurt us.”

“Oh if he does, you are more than free to fuck him up right there. But until that happens, nobody will lay a finger on him. Understood?”

The crowd muttered yeses and okays, although not all of them looked convinced. Alastor just walked away simply. Whatever, he made the announcement after all.

“Hunter, can you help me with getting the big baby to the nurse?”

End of the first chapter! This took a lot more time than I guessed, but it was worth it!

Have a good day/night!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel alastor #Prison au #hazbin hotel au #adamsapple

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VIII)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 5.1k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: irresponsable parent, one suicide thought, nudity, implied bisexual reader, misoginist thoughts, Homelander (!!!!), SMUT, hate/rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, dirty talking, some degrading, slight choking, bitchy reader.

Notes: i might wrote more than intended here lmao but the smut is here finally you sinners, give this reader a trophy for the strongest bitch ever to resist soldier boy, well deserved!! hope you like it lol, and thanks for reading as always!!

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @soldirboy @deans-spinster-witch @girlsforpjm @artemys-ackles

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

GEN MASTERLIST! — SERIES MASTERLIST!

Part VIII: Tamed

2009

"Baby, how was your audition today?" your mother asked once you entered the kitchen.

Your suit was long gone along with the great smile you put on before leaving early that day. But she was different. She was all honey and candy, putting on the happiest face ever. And you knew it wasn't because of you.

"I'm not doing that shit," you spit harshly. This was your way of delivering the news now.

Her eyes widened as she closed the distance between both. You looked down to your feet, not wanting to see her disgusting face. You felt her hands on your shoulders and your body tensed under her touch.

"Why?! This is your dream, honey! You have to do it!"

You quickly pulled away from her.

"No! Mom, you did this to me!" your voice came out loud and shouting. "I just wanted to be normal! But you always influenced me to do this and go after Vought, I don't fucking want that! Those supes are fucking assholes and everything around them is a damn lie!"

She was startled, you could tell that from the way her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she placed her hand on top of her heart, pretending to be hurted. It was the first time you talked back to her like that.

Since you were a child, you did everything she asked you to. You never complained, never stood up for yourself. You didn't have a choice, nor an opinion that mattered. Your mother picked everything for you. Your clothes, your behavior, your food, your studies, your dreams... Today, you decided it was over. She was over controlling your life.

Your mother scoffed, a sly smile on her lips as she tried to touch your arm softly. Giving a step back, you shook your head saying 'no'. She sighed.

"Honey, this isn't you. And Vought, this is your dream. The Seven are your dream. Now, why don't you go back and-"

"I said no."

You cut off her stupid words with a straight voice. Her smile dropped in a second and you saw her eyes darkening.

"Y/N, this is not what your father wanted for you. We didn't raise you like this," she hissed through her teeth. 

"Don't talk about dad. You don't care about him, you never did. Fuck, you don't care about me!" you raised your voice, fighting the tears in your eyes and the knot on your throat.

You were so sick of being weak. She raised you to be like it. Soft, fragile, compassionate, cute, playing the dumb rich girl with no brain and forcing you to not show your intelligence to others... It was all a façade. It was easier for her to manipulate you if you pretended to be stupid. Since her pregnancy, all you were for her was a cashback. Your father already had an heir, and what could be better if that heir was also part of The Seven, the most powerful supes of the planet. Of course, Vought shares would be higher than ever and your mother would be even more disgustingly rich. And you would be giving everything away for free. It wasn't fair for your selfish mother to suck your life away like this. But in the end, she didn't care.

"I'm not staying here. I'm leaving," you continued, crossing your arms on your chest. "I want my part of dad's inheritance, and I'm gonna be a fucking doctor and show off my brain after decades of hiding it, I've had enough of you stopping me."

"No, no, baby, you can't do this to me–"

"If you don't, I'll sue you and expose you, Vought and Homelander on a fucking trial."

She scoffed. You could see the tears forming on her eyes, but you weren't sure if they were because of you leaving or because you were threatening her money.

"You won't do that. They'll kill you."

"I don't care, I already tried to kill myself. They'd be doing me a favor."

At your confession, her jaw clenched and she tightened her fists.

"Fucking brat. Someday, when you regret running away from me, don't come back. You're just a disappointment for me, ever since you were a stupid child. Everything you are is useless and worthless, and I regret ever putting you in my womb."

Your brows furrowed when she spilled those harsh words, and you fought the urge of hitting her until she passed out.

"Don't think I ever told you, but yeah, you weren't a natural conceive. Yeah, we used his sperm and everything. The point is- I didn't want fucking kids, but your dad, ugh god, he did. And I gave you to him. All I get to say is, I was better without you. Probably if I should've waited just a little, my child wouldn't be a fucking ungrateful piece of shit standing right here," she gave you a grin. A sick one, as her fingers ran through your hair like she used to when you were a little girl.

You wanted to knock her off and run. But you just stood there, biting the inside of your cheek and tasting your own blood as she finally revealed herself to you, her daughter. It was clear you meant nothing to her. And you just wished your dad would be alive. He wouldn't force you into that stupid audition anyway.

"I pity you," she mocked. "But if that's what you wanna do, then leave. And don't you dare to come back."

A loud knock on his door woke him up from a deep slumber. Ben rubbed his eyes, groaning at the stupid sound of your voice calling him from the other side over and over. This was becoming a fucking routine he was starting to hate.

"Fucking shit," he mumbled, removing the blankets off his bare body when the door finally opened and you walked inside, stopping by his side of the bed.

"C'mon, Soldier Boy, get your ass up. You didn't wash the dishes last night."

Ben rolled on the bed and looked at the clock in the nightstand. He grunted. "It's fucking 6 A.M."

"Yes, and I have shit to do before I leave grocery shopping," you said, looking around his room. There were clothes everywhere you knew needed a good wash, an open bag with weed on top of the desk, joints and cigarettes, and a bunch of toilet paper littered on the floor you didn't want to know about. "One of them is watching you to make sure you clean the cave you live in."

Ben groaned, cursing under his breath, but stood up from the mattress with a wide grin. He noticed you always did your best to keep your eyes upon his face. Even if it wasn't the first time you had to see him like this, he enjoyed the way your body and face reacted to his naked form. So he got used to sleeping with no clothes on, knowing you'd always come to get him for breakfast. He could get used to it. Except for the part where he had to clean shit. That's why you were there. It was your fucking task to clean everything. Women's duties. But he had to endure the fucking times.

He got to complain to you every single day, every morning, and it was becoming already part of his routine too. But you somehow forced him to clean shit up and then he had to wait for his food, for his weed, lube and more clothes and shit you brought every time you were out. At some point, he thought he could be used to you feeding him up, but he still had a mission and it didn't matter how many times he had been sneaking into every room in your place, checking inside your office, how many times he had been searching through your bedroom on the drawers and smelling your lingerie, he still found nothing. He was pretty sure there was something else he wasn't really seeing yet. And Homelander on the TV along with those fuckers Victoria and Dakota Bob wasn't making his personal mission any easier, nor having no clue of where this kid Ryan was.

"Put some pants on," you said, interrupting his daydream.

"Whatever," Ben rolled his eyes and walked past you, taking a pair of pants from the carpeted floor.

"God, you're so fucking stoned," you mumbled watching as he dressed himself. "Get this mess cleaned after the dishes, I don't want to greet this shithole every morning."

"And what's in it for me, doll?" he asked, passing by your side and getting inside the bathroom.

He never bothered to shut the door closed while taking a piss, and this was, also, something you got used to seeing and hearing. When he finished, he came back with a smirk, stopping his tracks right in front of you.

"Nothing. There's nothing for you, stop acting like a dog begging for a bone."

"Yeah, well I'd like your pretty bones better.”

He gave you a wink and walked out the bedroom. God, he was so damn annoying. You followed him quickly and climbed down the stairs just to make sure he would start washing the dirty dishes from the last dinner you had.

“Make sure to scrub them correctly,” you said as you looked at how he turned on the sink.

Ben grunted in frustration, looking at you from the corner of his eye. It was always the fucking same with you, giving him directions he already knew the whole time.

“Fuck, woman, you’re so fucking annoying. I’m no damn pussy, I can do this without your ass here.”

The way he answered made you grin, getting closer to him until your arm was pressed against his own. “Yeah, I know you’re not stupid. I’m just making sure I’m taming you well.”

Ben’s eyes widened a little, clearly surprised by your boldness but not too much. Because the one who should be taming who, was him towards you. His macho self wouldn’t let a woman treat him like that. It didn’t matter he was hitting on you since the moment he met you in the facility, like doctor and patient. Ben was pretty sure that, besides his own personal payback, you would fall for him eventually. And once you do, because he was pretty sure it’d happen sooner or later, he would give you the best fuck ever. He turned his gaze to you as you looked at him with innocent eyes.

“I’d shut my mouth if I were you, sweetheart,” Ben warned in a low voice, taking in your figure standing so close to him that your warmth could be felt all along his body. “I don’t wanna screw you yet.”

“I take that as a challenge.”

The sun was almost setting down as you drove back home. It took you more than expected to complete the second shopping trip of the week and you were getting tired and spent. Sleep was becoming a privilege at this point. The past nights you had confined yourself to the lab down the bunker, and just now, you felt the cure was ready. Almost ready. The most important component was missing and you were still considering things you might regret later.

The low sound of the radio accompanied your thoughts as you traveled on the road, and the ways you’d like to tell Soldier Boy about all the mess you were getting into under Grace’s supervision, who had just called two fucking times in days. But part of you was afraid Ben wouldn’t understand the importance of a cure. He was a supe, and without his powers, he was fucking nothing. Just like Homelander. Even if he had made it clear that he hated his own son, you doubted to trust him and you felt the same hateful feeling towards you coming from him. At this point, you knew you were just putting up a stupid act.

And you started wondering if it should’ve been easier if you just let him between your legs and take what he wanted. He was a simple man; he saw a fuckable female, he wanted her. Surely you also knew when a man, woman, or anyone was attractive, but you just didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to feel like he won this battle. It was too fucking much, and you stopped sleeping around with strangers a couple of years back. The problem was, Ben wasn’t a stranger anymore, not to you.

Suddenly, a figure landed a few feet away from you on the highway. You hit the brake of your car as fast as your reflexes allowed you to, seeing red, blue and white. Once your car stopped completely, you met with the last person you’d ever wanted to see. Homelander smiled widely as you locked eyes with him through the windshield. He surrounded the car until he came by your side, standing outside your door. You turned on the flashing lights of the car and turned the engine off, it wasn't like you could escape anyway.

“Nice to see you around, doc,” he greeted.

“Why are you following me?”

“I told you before; I have eyes on you.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing tightly the wheel between your hands. “I don't know what you want me to do.”

“Don’t be stupid. That cure won’t see the light, I’m making sure of that,” Homelander leaned on your open window and your head moved away slightly as he studied the insides of your car.  “You’re welcome by the way.”

“For what? For trying to kill me? For taking my father’s money for your stupid circus? For touching me?” you hissed.

He chuckled, straightening himself again. “For taking you out, silly.”

A long sigh escaped your lips. “So this is your plan in the end.”

“It always has been. I know every move you make, the stores you go each week, I even know where you’re living right now and how you work your ass off that stupid experiment of yours,” his words made you visibly tense and he noticed, like every little reaction coming from you. “How’s the old man doing by the way?” he asked, as if it was just another chat between friends.

“You make me sick.”

“Oh, no. I want you healthy,” Homelander placed a hand on your wrist. “Please eat well and rest enough. Don’t burn yourself out, honey, it's useless.”

You started shaking your head, confusion fogging your mind at the way he talked like he had something prepared for you. “You’re fucked, Homelander,” you whispered.

You were trying to convince yourself more than him, scared of what he would do to you, forcing you into this twisted mouse and cat game. He just smiled widely at your words, laughing under his breath.

“Once I have you under my mercy,” you continued, holding his gaze. “You’re gonna be fucking nothing. I promise you that.”

His hand wrapped around your neck and for a moment you thought he would kill you right there. “I can’t wait to see you try and fail miserably, I’ll enjoy that show. Might become my favorite.”

Homelander let go of his grip roughly, allowing you to breathe again.

“Fuck you,” you spat back.

He chuckled, straightening himself and walking away from your car, giving you a last glance. “Not yet, doctor. Not yet.”

Once back in the spot where he landed, he flew away and you were left alone on the road. No cars, nor people walking could be seen, but it was better that way. Forcing your hands to stop shaking, you turned the engine on again and started to drive back home. Taking your phone out, you made a call, waiting for the other line to answer. You had to act fast and track that motherfucker down, not caring if you were already regretting what you’d do next.

“So, what’s your story?”

His question surprised you more than you could tell. After dinner nights like this were becoming a really weird habit of him talking shit about this stupid century, how things were better back then and how people got dumber with time. But you never thought Soldier Boy would insist on your past, not since the first night you ate together at the same table. You finished your glass of whisky, not sure if answering his question or not.

You shrugged. “I’m not that interesting.”

Ben drank his own liquor down before asking again. “Let me rephrase that: why do you hate Vought so much?”

“Who says I hate them?”

He studied your face for a moment. The look in your eyes told nothing, but your heart rate and your breathing was always enough for him to know you were fucking lying about it. Ben had started to think of many other things you were hiding from him. But even with all that stupid mask covering you, he wanted to have you. Countless times he tried, he wasn’t going anywhere now. Nobody could resist him, you were just another game to play and he was kind of enjoying it.

“All of you. You scream inside that you want to fuck them up,” he answered. “Believe me, I want nothing more than that.”

“Didn’t you have your own payback some months ago?”

“Yes, but you already know that from my file. I’m asking about you now.”

His intense green eyes and the grit on his words caused you to think exactly what to say. You couldn’t hide it anymore, not everything at least.

“My mom. Vought experimented on her when she was pregnant, that’s why I have powers,” you said, dry and straight to the point.

“How?”

You breathed out, closing your eyes for a moment, not believing he would force you to remember the memories you had been fighting to erase.

“She was paid a huge amount of money. And she hoped her daughter would join Vought someday; she was so wrong about that,” you gave a bittersweet chuckle. “On my eighth birthday, I finally discovered my powers. There was this huge party and a lot of my parent’s rich friends and their kids, whom I didn’t know because I had no friends, were there. And then, I just remember I got overwhelmed by all these people and the attention. I always hated that. And then, my mother couldn’t find me when it was cake time. I was in my room but she couldn’t see me there. Turned out I was invisible… It was the first and the only time I could make my clothes and my shoes disappear with me.”

Ben listened attentively, much to your surprise, as he spoke once again, locking his eyes with yours. “So your powers come from your inner wish of disappearing from your mother’s sight.”

You hummed and nodded your head. “I think that’s a great way of putting it, but yes.”

“Well, I'll take it back. They fucked your life too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, and they’re still after you anyway.”

He scoffed. “Those fucking cocksuckers. Also, where the fuck is Grace anyway? All the CIA bullshit?” he asked, quickly changing the topic abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he demanded an answer.

“No news from her apparently, nor any agents.”

“Bullshit, your last call with her was a couple of days ago and you said nothing.”

“Why are you so invested in her? You like her?” you mocked, noticing how his resemblance switched from calm to visibly annoyed. There was no fucking way you’d tell him where she was right now.

“Y’know what I’d like? A fucking reasonable answer from you, that’d be perfect,” he snarled, and you knew he was back being stubborn and childish asking the same fucking shit all the time.

“I don’t know, but when I do I’ll tell you,” you responded after remaining silent under his angry stare.

“You’ve been saying the same shit over and over—”

“Okay, so tell me what you want. You want Homelander. Good, and then what?”

He held your stare, you noticed he was trying to keep himself down. “The kid.”

“Ryan?”

“Yes, the fucking brat.”

His hard eyes were not lying and you argued back on it.

“You can’t do that, there has to be another way.”

“Fucking tell me where it is. ‘Cause I see nothing!” he shouted, his voice booming all over the room. “That fucking pussy and his fucking team, they all had him right there. And in a second, Butcher just backed up! I could’ve done it already and we wouldn’t be here, playing dollhouse.”

Spilling the truth was no option right now. He was stupidly pissed right now. But you knew it was cruel to hunt a kid down just because his father had put him into the spotlight thanks to his powers. Ben, on the other hand, was blinded by his hatred towards Homelander, and you knew he was a man of his word. He was more than able to kill Homelander and the boy for a deal, one that was broken because of a weak moment coming from Butcher. Even for your morally gray head, killing Ryan was not an option. At least not now. You hated Homelander, but you probably understood Butcher more than you’d like to admit. Soon, you would think about a plan; where to put the kid after injecting the anti V.

“Let me give you a lead when I can,” you said.

“Tell me why should I trust you.”

“It’s your choice, honestly. Probably you shouldn’t, but I may give you something sooner or later.”

Without waiting for his response, you took the empty dishes to the sink, and Ben followed you with his eyes, taking in the softness of your exposed skin through the short summer dress. He liked the way the fabric hugged your curves and how it fell over your legs, inviting him to have a taste. Ben noticed you putting on shorts and dresses more often the last few days, and he was thankful for the hot weather to be able to see you like this. The past nights, he had jerked off with you in mind, wondering when he’d be the man to put you in place. Perhaps he just needed to try again.

He got on his feet as you talked, but none of the things coming out of your mouth were important as he put his weight behind your body, his hands roaming over your arms before you got to start washing the dirty plates.

“Do you not get tired of trying?” you breathed out.

You felt his rough hands caressing your arms, before moving down your waist, pressing your ass against the bulge growing on his pants. He smiled to himself once he heard the loud gasp coming from your mouth.

“Just tell me you haven’t thought about it,” he whispered, placing his lips down your neck, nipping softly at your sensitive skin, as he massaged your flesh, going to the curve of your ass.

“And when you get this, what?” you asked, turning around to meet his dark eyes. He was practically devouring you with his stare. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him hot, looking at you like that, as if you were the last and only meal that could end his greedy hunger.

He smiled, and whispered cockily against your lips. “You can always ask me for a second round.”

Fuck it.

You captured his lips in an impatient kiss, nibbling at his bottom lip with urgency as you tasted the whisky from his mouth, your breaths mixing and panting as he lifted you up without further effort. Ben walked towards the countertop in the middle of your kitchen, placing you on the surface as he spread your legs. You welcomed him closer, feeling his hands traveling freely under the thin fabric of your dress, feeling the softness of your legs, your inner thighs, until he rubbed over your panties. You let out a moan against his mouth when his fingers found your folds and you held tightly against the corner of the countertop.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart,” he growled, breaking the kiss.

“It’s been a while, ohfuck!”

A shiver ran down your spine as he stretched your pussy with one thick finger, his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, sucking and nipping on your skin. Your walls fluttered as he pumped in and out, and your hips set a move on its own. He hissed against your skin as he worked you open and ready for his hard cock, growing excitedly in his pants. A second finger slipped in and you clenched.

Ben smirked and you felt the burning feeling of his beard as he kissed your shoulder. You wondered how he’d feel between your legs, bruising your inner thighs with his big hands and the burning of his facial hair. The frantic fucking from his fingers pushed you to the edge, moaning and panting for air as his thumb played with your clit. You gripped on his forearms, looking for something to hold on tight as you reached that sweet high.

“Fuck, you did so well,” he praised, pulling his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you empty. He brought his wet fingers to your lips and you complied, opening your mouth. You licked his fingers, locking your eyes with his. “Wonder what twirls your pretty mouth has for me,” Ben pushed his fingers further, making you gag for a bit. “I’ve been thinking of hundreds of ways of finally holding your tongue with my cock.”

His other hand wrapped your neck, as he forced you to suck his fingers harder, hitting your gag reflex over and over. He discovered he loved hearing your breathy sounds and the dirty look in your eyes while you sucked his digits. When he pulled out his fingers from your mouth, you took in a deep breath, but the grip on your neck grew tighter as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’ll have to go down on me first if you want my mouth,” you whispered against his lips.

Ben could hear your heart racing, and he was sure you got all dizzy and bothered just by his hand. “Oh, is that so?” he rasped.

You rolled your eyes, growing impatient. “Why don’t you shut up and fuck me hard?”

And there it was. They’d always beg for him in the end. He smiled down at you, loosening the grip around your throat. “With pleasure.”

His hands wasted no time in getting rid of your dress, discarding your panties and your bra ripping them in half. You moaned when his palms groped on your tits, playing with your nipples and squeezing them harshly. God, you were getting wet again just by the feeling of his mouth biting on your soft buds. Quickly, you reached for his pants, touching his hard cock over the fabric. Ben growled, feeling the softness of your palm stroking him gently. Good choice not wearing anything underneath. Your other hand tugged at his shirt until it was discarded over the floor, his pants following after.

He got you off the countertop so your feet were on the ground, and turned you swiftly, laying you down on your chest on the cold surface. He massaged the sides of your hips, running down his palms over your ass with a hiss.

“Now this is quite a view.”

You moaned as his fingers played with your entrance. “Fuck, Ben, just do it already.”

“Shit, doll, I love when you beg.”

He stroked his cock with your juices before aligning with your pussy, slowly sliding in your wet heat. He stretched you out inch by inch, and you became a whimpering mess. After a moment of staying still balls deep in your wet core, he snapped his hips against your ass, setting a brutal pace. Loud moans and screams escaped your throat. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You knew your fingers stopped being enough each time you needed sweet release, and probably you would regret him fucking you later, but right now you didn’t care. His fingers inside your cunt, the way he would handle your body like a feather just for his disposition and to get off with, and now his cock filling you up was becoming too much. But you loved it.

Soldier Boy felt too good inside you, fucking your brains over and over. His hands bruising your hips, groping the flesh of your ass and breasts, as he pounded into you, everything was like heaven and you were sure you’d be spent once it was over. His dark, lusty eyes memorized every inch of your body and the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. The kitchen was filled with your whimpers and his animalistic growls, mixed with the sound of his skin hitting against your own. He hit on that sweet spot repeatedly, making your walls clench around his cock.

“Jesus, you’re coming pretty quickly today,” Ben teased under his breath, his fingers tangling in your hair pulling your back against his muscular chest. “Wait for me, doll,” he whispered in your ear, satisfied on how fucked out and desperate you were underneath.

“Do it fast, you asshole! Fuck!”

Your pussy fluttered and clenched on his cock as he hit your spot again. With a loud moan, you finally reached the climax you longed for so long, and took his deep, rough thrusts as he fucked you through bliss. His name escaped your throat countless times, coming down from your high. Ben growled, your orgasm and the spasms of your cunt triggered his own, and he finally released himself inside your tight pussy.

And how good it felt to finally have you there, begging and crying for his cock. It was so much better than his own imagination, and he took in great pleasure on fucking the brat out of you. He continued bucking his hips until his white seed started leaking down your thighs, and finally stopped. The only sound in the room being your tired breaths.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped, feeling his grip on your scalp softening.

He sucked on your neck one last time with a cocky grin on his lips. “I told you I’d be a great fuck, sweetheart.”

“I wish you could shut up for once,” you answered back, looking at him from your side, and feeling his cock softening inside you. “I might have my methods.”

He bucked his hips one more time. A whimper escaped past your lips as he pulled you back against his chest in a swift motion, his fingers traced your neckline. “So do I, doll.”

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SINNERS — Chapter 4

After Maegor finds out his beloved niece is to be wed with her own brother, he absolutely loses his mind. He can't just let her go.

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PAIRING – Maegor I Targaryen x Fem!OC.

SUMMARY – A year has passed, Maegor's lies are exposed as Aenelys overheard a conversation and they both found themselves in a discussion that was interrupted by an unexpected visit and terrible news..

TW/TAGS – targcest (uncle/niece), age gap, angst, smut (humping, praising), cursing, maegor being his own warning, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, manipulation. if something is missing let me know!!

NOTE – finally i managed to sit and write for this, I'm sorry if it's not perfect, but I'm still struggling with my writer's block.😫 hopefully you'll like this!! pls enjoy🤍✨

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Maegor was unable to take his eyes out of her. His hand found its way to her back, caressing the soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips. His little princess was exhausted after last night, which finished with her limbs shaking and her beautiful doe eyes covered by tears. 

Aenelys had been behaving these past year, and Maegor was pleased with it. As long as he made her believe he was hers, nothing could go wrong. He was smarter this time; hiding his mistresses in brothels while her princess remained oblivious of his acts, waiting for his return and opening her soft legs to him because she was getting obsessed with the pleasure he could provide to her.

He was no fool, not at all. He knew there was no way he could be inside her without getting her with child, and that was no good for his plans… he needed her a maiden, he could not allow her to breed a bastard, not when her title and prestige were at risk. Those were two things he needed from her, her title and her legitimate child, but for that he must be patient, wait for the right moment. 

But that does not mean he could not have fun with her in the meantime.

Maegor found himself searching for new methods of pleasure that would work for both, one of his favorites will forever be having her plump lips around him. The first time she learned how to please him with her mouth, she was acting shy and flustered, nervously touching him until he decided to control her movements. Aenelys turned out to be strangely good at this, pleasing him like no other.

"Not even the most expensive whore can suck my cock like you do, my sweet dove," he had told her as he wiped the tears off her flushed face. Aenelys smiled widely, feeling proud after realizing that she was better than anyone. She thought that he would only seek release in her after that… but how wrong she was.

There is no secret that Maegor had some carnal need that needed to be fulfilled, and his wish to be inside some tight, wet walls were too overwhelming to be ignored. This is why, after those times where he could not get satisfied by her touch, he would leave once he made sure she was sleeping, and seek that much needed release with someone else; his dear friend and favorite mistress, Tyanna. 

Ser Draqos knew about his dirty little secret, for he would guard the princess door each night, seeing how her beloved uncle and lover would leave her alone for some common whore. It was hard for him to understand how Maegor, a man who had in his power a woman as sweet and beautiful as the princess, decided to sneak out like a rat in the middle of the night and lock himself in brothels with other women. It was nonsense that only a fool could understand. 

But now Maegor was laying beside her, his big hand on her back as she started to move, her eyes slowly opening as she turned around with a small, sleepy smile. Maegor put his hand around her neck, not squeezing it but leaving it there as a sign of some kind of dominance over her, something that the princess loved to feel. 

"How beautiful you look in the mornings," he whispered, brushing his nose against hers in a strangely soft touch. "Did you sleep well?" 

"I always sleep well with you by my side," she murmurs in response. Maegor smirked, almost hearing the devotion in her voice.

Without saying a word, he pressed his lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Aenelys moaned; the sudden act made her heart flutter, still not getting used to these heated touches that made her limbs go numb. The butterflies on her belly blurred her thoughts as he possesively devoured her lips with a fervor that left her breathless. She squirmed beneath him, so easy to arouse. Maegor knew exactly the effect he had on her, and he knew that if he dared to touch between her legs he would find nothing but her sweet slick running down her thighs. Her flesh begging to be touched.

She sighed as he leaned back, a small string of saliva joining their swollen lips as Maegor's darkened eyes stared at hers with a hunger that made her legs shake. He had woken up with the intention of devouring her in every way, not satisfied with the action that took place the night before. Aenelys felt his hand roaming down her body, a small squeeze on her left breast before he positioned himself between her legs, spreading them open for him to see all of her. 

She blushed, looking at him with those beautiful eyes that screamed innocence - or at least what was left of it. Maegor growled, his fingers involuntarily touching her soaked folds as she mewled beneath him, her hips moving upwards as she searched for more of his touch. 

"Look how wet you are for me, my sweet doe," he mumbled, towering her body as he leaned forward, a shadow casting over her petite frame and hiding her from the sunlight. "And all of this is for me, right?" He asked using that husky tone that sent her into a submissive and pleading state. She nodded as a response muttering a small 'yes' that could be easily mistaken with soft gasps. 

Maegor, discontent with that answer, put his hand back around her neck and squeezed it. Aenelys purred under his touch and a smug grin appeared on her uncle's lips. 

"I made you a question, princess," he murmured as he brushed his nose against her cheek. "Answer me." His low voice caused chills down her spine, making her pearl throb with excitement.

"It's- it's all for you," she replied in a sigh, her voice thin and weak as he pressed himself against her. His length felt the warmth of her folds and a groan left his lips as she moved her hips, starting to hump on him. 

"Good girl…" he sighed.

Maegor then started to move as well, his hips meeting hers in slow but hard movements that made her whine. His hardness rubbing against her swollen bud almost made her eyes roll, her hands holding onto his shoulders at the same time he kissed her. The muffled noises of their passion were echoing in the room. 

"I can't wait to be inside you, my dear," he whispered against her lips, "I bet you would feel so good around my cock, squeezing me with that tight cunny of yours." 

His words did nothing but to increase her arousal, her cheeks turning red as her mind flooded with images of him claiming her as his. Her mouth dropped open with a whine, her clit throbbing as he used his free hand to press himself further into her soaked flesh. Aenelys closed her eyes, her back arching as his grip around her neck tightened even more. 

"Does it feel good, byka mēre?" Little one. That bloody nickname sent waves of heat all over her trembling body as she whimpered a response. "Are you going to cum? I can hear how wet you are, love… So needy for me." 

She felt the knot of her lower belly starting to form, searching for that needed release as his name fell from her lips like a sacred prayer. After he let go of her neck, his lips wrapped around one of her sensitive nipples, licking and sucking the delicate bud as she frowned in pleasure and her whole body shook. The stimulation between her legs, plus his hungry mouth roughly working on her breasts, made her see stars behind her eyelids, her limbs shaking as her cries of pleasure became louder. 

Aenelys fell apart beneath his thick frame, crying his name as she reached her overwhelming climax. Her breathing was fast, ragged. Her eyes closed as he kept moving trying to find his release - which was far to come. 

After a few seconds, Maegor kept going in an useless attempt to feel that knot in his gut. The stimulation was not enough for him, and the frustration was growing inside him, losing his patience. Aenelys started to cry even louder, the overstimulation being too much that it became a bit painful. Maegor groaned.

He let go, trying to use his hand but it was still not enough. Aenelys saw his struggle and she tried to make things better as she noticed how his patience was hanging from a thin thread. 

"I can… I can use my mouth-" 

"Be quiet," he snapped at her as he stood up, lurking for his clothes around her chambers. 

Aenelys covered her nudity with the thin sheets of her bed, staring at Maegor as a tiny feeling of inefficiency filled her chest, almost making her cry. It was not the first time this would happen, and even when she would offer to please him in other ways, he would grab his things and leave her room… just like he did this time. 

The princess felt a slight pain in her heart as she was left alone, trying to convince herself that the next time will be different. Trying to convince herself that he went to the training yard instead of a brothel. 

Though she was not very sure of that. 

A few minutes later passed before one of her loyal maids entered her room, preparing a warm bath for her. Aenelys found herself relaxing in the water while Henela washed her hair. The princess had been unable to focus on anything besides what happened with Maegor, she wondered what she could do to be better for him, to please him and leave him satisfied. 

"Are you still a maiden, Henela?" The princess suddenly asked, the lady almost blushed at the question. 

"Uh… no, princess, I'm not," she hid her nervousness behind an awkward giggle. 

"So you know how to properly please a man, right?" Aenelys asked again without shame. She turned around looking up at the flustered maid, the curiosity shining through her eyes. 

"Well, there's many ways to please a man," Henela explained, going to search for the princess' robe. "You can use your hands, or your mouth-"

"I have done those things-"

"Have you?" She interrupted with surprise. 

"I have," Aenelys nodded, standing from the tub and wrapping the robe around her body. "But it seems as if they are not enough… Is there anything else I could do to please him?"

The shock on Henela's face was undisguisable. 

"I'm not quite sure what else you can do, those things usually work," she murmured, now feeling a bit embarrassed. "Has he ever… been inside you?" 

Aenelys shook her head, "he does not want to," she sadly said. "He says a princess shall always wait for marriage."

"Is he planning to wed you?" Henela curiously asked. 

"Yes," she nodded excitedly, "Though I'm not quite sure when, but I know we will get married someday…" Henela felt a tingle of pity on her chest after seeing her dreamy eyes and knowing the truth about Maegor. "He gave me this necklace when I was sixteen," Aenelys said as she grabbed the pendant hanging around her neck, "I think he gave it to me as a promise…" 

"Pardon me for my intrusion, my princess, but is he not already married?" Henela asked. 

Aenelys smile trembled a little and she shook her head, as if she was trying to downplay the situation she was in. 

"Oh, yes, but here we're free, and we can get married even if he's married in Westeros, can we not?" she shrugged, still with a soft smile on her face that was so hard to watch for her maid. "Besides, Ceryse does not love him, not like I do. He deserves a good wife, someone who can give him what he wants."

"What does he want?" 

"A child!" Aenelys excitedly said. 

"Oh…" she simply said.

"How lovely would it be to be carrying his child," Aenelys murmured, standing in front of the mirror and placing her hand on her belly. "But firstly, I need to know how to properly please him. Is there any advice?"

Henela sighed, "Men usually like it when women take control or seem to be confident in the marital bed," she explained, "for that you need to be on top, riding him."

"Like a horse?" 

Her maid giggled softly, "not quite, but the movements are rather the same. Moving your hips in circles or back and forth, it drives them crazy." 

"Does it?"

Henela nodded.

"Please, also remember that men like to hear your pleasure, so you have to be loud, but try not to be too obvious about it or they will know you are lying." 

"That is a bit confusing," Aenelys giggled. Henela laughed too.

"Men are complicated, my princess, but if there is something that can keep them interested is a good sexual companion… I'm sure Prince Maegor would be rather infatuated once he gets to bed you." 

"You think?" Aenelys blushed. 

"Definitely, my princess," she nodded. "Sometimes we can get them to do as we please by just opening our legs, they always think with their cocks."

"Henela!" She gasped, laughing at the word she used and slightly blushing. It was not very common for her to hear a lady using that term.

"It is the truth!" Henela giggled, making her sit in a chair in order to brush her hair. 

"I think the fact he's waiting for me is the purest act of love," Aenelys murmured, her silly smile and dreamy eyes coming back to enlighten her face. "The fact that he stopped seeing his whores is proof that he actually loves me, right?"

The way the princess smiled made her feel pity again; she could only ask for the truth to be out. She simply nodded, hiding the guilt behind a soft look in her eyes. Henela had a special spot for the princess, and she was not going to be the one telling Maegor's little secret and eventually breaking her heart. 

A few hours later she was walking towards the dining room to break her fast. A freshened look on her face as she had taken a hot bath and had her braids done by Henela, leaving any trace of sadness behind after what had happened inside her room. She kindly smiled at everyone who crossed her path; the princess had known how to win every servant's heart, which is why they would always give her pity glances as she walked - they knew what her beloved uncle did behind her back. No one dared to say a word, everyone was too afraid of the Prince to even think about confessing his lie. 

Everyone but Draqos, who was standing in the hall being threatened by a very angry Maegor. Aenelys found them, slowing her pace and quietly approaching the corner to spy. She was able to see her uncle's back and Draqos' face under the sunlight. She frowned, noticing how her loyal guard was visibly mad, his eyes throwing daggers at the man in front of him as they seemed to have a not so friendly conversation. 

She was not able to hear clearly, but her heart ached when she heard his last words before he left: "Consider yourself dead if you dare to tell her about this."

Aenelys frowned, her confused expression being plastered in her face as she leaned back in the wall trying to make sense of what Maegor had just said. That is when a hand was pressed on her shoulder, a touch so gently and caring. Draqos looked down at her lilac eyes, and with a single glance he knew that he had heard part of the conversation.

"What did he mean?" she asked softly, trying not to jump into conclusions. 

"Princess, you shouldn't have heard that," Draqos sighed, almost looking ashamed.

"But I did," she firmly replied, "what did he mean?" she repeated, her eyes never leaving his as she was forcing him to answer her. "I demand you to tell me what is going on."

The inner struggle was obvious in his eyes as he immediately looked away, unable to resist the temptation to tell her the truth if he was staring at her. Aenelys silently pleaded for an answer. 

"He will not hurt you if you decide to speak to me," she told him, softly speaking in an attempt to make him talk. "I will make sure you are safe, I promise."

With that, Draqos was easily convinced. His sweet princess was begging for an answer and he was not going to be the one to deny her of it. He would never deny her anything.

"I'm afraid the prince has been seen occasionally escaping during the nights, and sometimes during the days," he started, his voice somewhat soft as if he was trying to make everything less painful. "He visits the brothels almost every week, seeking companionship in the arms of a courtesan named Tyanna." 

Aenelys pressed her lips into a thin line as she took in the heartbreaking news of the not so unexpected treason. Draqos got a bit worried when he did not see sadness in her eyes; he saw anger. Her soft, doe eyes turned into flames as she imagined that woman touching what belonged to her. 

"How long has this been going on?" she asked. 

Draqos took a deep breath, "it has never stopped, my princess." 

She sighed, a shaky sigh that almost broke his heart. 

"I need you to promise me something, Ser Draqos," Aenelys softly spoke as she took a step closer and looked up at him. Their closeness would not be well seen if someone walked in, but he was not going to be the one to push her away. 

"Anything," he whispered, his deep brown eyes looking at her lilac ones with a devotion she wished to see in Maegor. 

"You are my protector, you sworn yourself to me when we first arrived here," she said as she grabbed his hand. "I do not want just your protection. I want your loyalty and sincerity. Do not lie or hide things from me again." 

"Princess-"

"Promise me," she demanded. 

"I promise you," he answered without missing a beat, not even doubting himself. "My princess, I will always be loyal to you… Until my last breath." 

Aenelys nodded, taking in his words and closing her eyes when he leaned to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering there longer than they should have; it brought some sense of peace and calmness. The princess muttered a small 'thank you', before she took a step back and looked at the floor, as if she was avoiding his stare. She excused herself before her expression hardened again and she walked away from him.

With a single glance to her determined steps, he knew where she was walking to, so he walked behind her just to make sure she would be safe. 

Aenelys reached for the door and pushed it open, hard enough to disrupt the calm environment that had been established in the dining room. Maegor frowned as he looked at her, the sign of dried tears in her rosy cheeks immediately worked as a warning that something was not right, and the realization hit when Draqos stood behind her.

"Leave," she ordered to all the servants that were staring at her with curious eyes. Everyone left, except for Draqos. "You too," she told him.

"Princess-"

"Go," she interrupted him. Draqos doubted for a second, staying still while giving quick glances to Maegor; he did not trust him. However, he eventually turned around, reluctantly leaving the room.

Aenelys saw Maegor leaning back in the chair; his legs spreaded, his jaw moving as he was eating while a small grin appeared on his face. She knew he was going to tease her, a daring provocation in order to make her explode; she tried not to get caught up in that, but her feelings were all over the place, her heart was beating too fast and the ache in her chest did not seem to cease. 

"You lied to me," she murmured, trying to make her voice not break. 

"Did I?" 

"You did!"

"Ah…" he scoffed, drinking from his tea as if she was not falling apart in front of him. "When did I lie to you, darling?" 

"You are fucking a whore, Maegor," she mumbled, wiping a rebel tear as she looked to the floor. A small tsk was heard from his side.

"Well, that's the thing, little one." He stood up, and he slowly started to approach her. "I do not remember telling you I'd stopped fucking whores. It is not a lie if I never said it, is it? You just assumed it." 

There was a silence where Maegor reached for her face, cupping her cheek with his hand as his thumb wiped the tears away. It was a gesture so delicate and soft that it almost made her sigh; her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly, and her heart skipped a beat. It brought some calmness to the turmoil of feelings inside her chest. His softness, that was hardly ever shown, made her almost melt into his touch once again, but then his own voice made her wake up from the trance he had put her in.

"Who told you?" 

That mere question brought her back to reality. She thought about how many people knew about it for him to ask such thing. She thought about how ridiculous she must have been seen by the servants that already knew about it, for she would never hide her undying loyalty and devotion to him. 

She pushed his hand away from her, taking a step back as the anger consumed her once again.

"No one did!" she replied, raising her voice. "You really think I was never going to find out about this?" 

"My sweet doe," he softly spoke, trying to calm her down. "You need to understand that a man has needs-"

"I'm the one who should be satisfying your needs!" She yelled. "I'll be your wife, I will marry you, not her!" She spat the last words with utter disgust.

He took a deep breath, slowly starting to lose his patience. 

"I know that very well," he whispered, taking a step closer. "But there are different kinds of pleasure that you cannot provide me with. You know that." 

"I do not care!" She yelled again, this time pushing him away. Maegor was taken by surprise, and he almost lost his balance. Pure shock on his eyes as he saw her unexpected outburst. "I can be all that for you if you only give me the chance!" She whined. "I'm right here, uncle! I'm yours, and I will always be yours. Why can you not understand?!"

His anger was immediately shown as he unexpectedly wrapped his hand around her jaw, digging his fingers into her flesh - strong enough to make her stay still. Her eyes widened in surprise, a slight panic running through her eyes as she saw the rage written all over his face. She whined, now out of pain. 

"You cannot understand simple things, can you?" He muttered so close to her face that she was able to feel his hot breath against her lips. "Is your brain so small that it cannot comprehend anything? You think I haven't fucked you because I do not wish for it?" He scoffed. "Oh, you silly little thing. I could spread your legs and bury my cock on that needy cunt of yours right here if that is what I want, but I won't; because I'm smart, and I'm patient, you know why? Because I could easily fuck a bastard into you." Those last words were spat with rage, the kind of feeling he had never felt with her up to this point.

He was wondering how she could not understand what he had been explaining to her for months. Her obliviousness to certain things made him furious.

"Is that what you want?" He continued, tightening his grip. "A bastard is a weapon against maidens as you, something they can use to steal your rightful position in the throne, is that what you want? People calling you the whore princess because you opened your legs to someone who's not your husband? Don't act stupid, I know you are more clever than that."

He let her go, and she stumbled backwards as she touched her jaw trying to soothe the tingling pain that was left there. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he stared at her teary eyes. Maegor then approached her again, two of his fingers lifting her chin forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Listen to me, my love," his tone changed, returning to be the soft and gentle one he would always use with her. "You want to feel me inside that tight cunny of yours? You want me to breed you until your womb is filled with my seed? That is fine, and you'll have all of that…" he made a pause, appreciating the red on her cheeks produced by his words. "But for that you'll have to wait until we marry. Is that clear for you?"

She nodded, reluctantly.

"Answer me," he demanded. 

"Yes…" she replied in a thin voice, and he smiled pleasantly.

"That's a good girl," he muttered before he leaned and left a soft kiss on her forehead. A chill ran down her back, a sense of uneasiness settled in her chest. She remembered Draqos giving her the same gesture, and causing the complete opposite emotion. "Now… this is the last time I will bear one of these tantrums, do you hear me? I will not forgive you again."

She was about to answer, but the door was suddenly open and Draqos walked in. He noticed the marks on her jawline, he saw the tears in her eyes and the way she looked away from him, avoiding any eye contact. He clenched his jaw as he bowed in front of them, wanting nothing to scream at Maegor for hurting such a delicate maiden like her.

He hid his rage towards the prince as a serious semblance was drawn in his face, clearing his throat before he made his announcement.

"Prince, Princess… The Dowager Queen is here," he informed. 

Aenelys looked up at Maegor, trying to find the same surprise on his face, but he remained nonchalant to the words of the knight, almost as if he was expecting his mother to arrive. 

Before Aenelys could express her confusion, Visenya entered the dining room, dressed with her riding attire and wearing an unreadable expression on her stern visage. The princess noticed how her eyes scanned her body, her expression slightly changing when she noticed the marks on her neck, but returning to be a hard look when she paid further attention to the marks that were left by her son's tight grip.

"Mother," Maegor greeted her, bowing before her and grabbing her hand to kiss the back of it. "What brings you here?"

"I'm afraid I've come all this way to inform you both of something not very pleasant," she started, her voice low and almost lacking any emotion. Visenya turned to look at Aenelys and she sighed as she grabbed her hands; it was at that moment that the princess felt her heart skip a beat. "Is your father, princess," Visenya sighed.

"My father?" She asked with slight confusion. 

Visenya looked at her son before looking back at the girl in front of her.

 "The King unexpectedly died last night in Dragonstone."

She felt the tears clouding her eyes, her nose itching and that agonizing feeling on her chest. She covered her lips with her hand as a sign of shock and disbelief, feeling as if the world had fallen on her shoulders and the weight of guilt was pressing against her chest, causing her to breathe rapidly and unevenly. Aenelys looked at Maegor, whose face was lacking any surprise - she was too shocked to recognize the mischievous glint on his devilish eyes. 

"How… How did it happen?" she managed to speak between deep breaths and sobs. 

"The war weakened him," she explained. Aenelys was taken aback by this new information. 

Information that Maegor already knew and decided to hide from her.

"What war?" Aenelys asked again.

"The war with the Faith Militant," she explained, "The High Septon took your disappearance as an offense, for his niece is Maegor's legitimate wife. People in King's Landing are accusing your father of promoting this relationship between you both, and they raised against his reign." 

Her dress suddenly felt tighter, the difficulty to breath making her gasp as the tears fell down her cheeks. Her eyes looked at Draqos, the despair and desperation was clearly visible in her face. He took a step forward, but Maegor grabbed her first. The princess buried her face on his chest while his hand went to her hair, cooing against her ear while she uncontrollably sobbed, soaking his shirt with her tears. 

Suddenly, the entire discussion with Maegor was easily forgotten, for the pain in her heart was bigger and almost unbearable. The guilt making it impossible for her to calm down.

"Your mother and siblings are waiting for you in Dragonstone for the funeral," Visenya informed her, "King's Landing and the Iron Throne are now empty…" 

Aenelys thought it was quite odd the way she pronounced those kasts words, but her mind was too blurry to even try to process them. Maegor, however, found himself understanding the message between the lines, and he held her close to his chest and gave a soft nod to his mother. Things had never been clearer.

It was time for him to take what was rightfully his, claim his position as King of the Seven Kingdoms, and make Aenelys his queen.

Everything went exactly how he wanted.

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Itty Bitty Sinners Chapter 1.7: Brain and Heart

Tw: Blood, violence (mentioned)

Suppressing feelings, stealing, threatening, plenty of cursing, blackmail, lying to a loved one, keeping secrets, lmk If I should add.

'Help me when I'm too detached and cold

Give me the vitality that I need to trust love more

Blood to the water, neither can fuel us alone

Fervency in my arteries, passion bloomin' through my bones

Heartstrings trigger emotion streams

Agape loves a journey, red rivers connect all of me

But, but be it steadfast, don't you disappoint me

Sometimes I think you're all I need, wise beyond belief.'

~Melanie Martinez, Brain & Heart.

~~~Charlie and Vaggie:The next day~~~

Charlie woke up that day feeling sorta…

Out of it.

Like there was a weight on her chest that couldn't be lifted.

Caring for Vaggie almost always made her feel joyous and inspired, but today?

Today she was worried! Why was Vaggie so hesitant to regress? Why was she repressing?

Was she abandoning her precious baby girl? Why was she talking like she was unimportant?

Nope, this will not do! She had to talk to her girlfriend! And she will not rest until she does!

So, Charlie told everyone that there would be no exercises today, but encouraged them to hang out and talk amongst each other.

She then asked Vaggie to meet her in their room so they can talk.

"Charlie, what's going on?" Vaggie asks. "We had a whole thing planned today." She says as they enter their bedroom.

"We'll do it tomorrow." Charlie promises. "But, for today. I think maybe it would be best to spend some time together, just you and me."

"Why? Are you feeling little?" Vaggie asks, concerned for Charlie.

Charlie shakes her head. "No, I'm just worried about you. You've been repressing, worrying about me, and yesterday you said that you felt like you were in my way.” She explains. “I can't just ignore that.”

Vaggie looked away from her. "Yeah, you can." She mumbles.

“Vaggie?” Charlie asks.

Vaggie sighs. “It's nothing, okay? I just know how busy you've gotten lately.” She lies. "I didn't want to add something to your plate, that's all."

Charlie frowns, she sits down on the bed and takes Vaggie's hand. “Vaggie, you know you're very important to me, right?” She asks.

Vaggie nods. “Yeah, I know.”

“More important than anyone or anything.” Charlie says. “You're never in the way, ever. I don't understand why you'd think you are. You're my girlfriend. And I love you so much."

And she does, sometimes so much it hurt.

She's loved so many people...

But none like Vaggie.

Vaggie was her world, her everything.

She needed Vaggie to know that she was loved.

Vaggie squeezes Charlie’s hand, then looks up at her…

She wished she could pour her heart to Charlie, tell her the truth…

Why she wasn't as important as the sinners,

Why her feelings were invalid,

Why she didn't...deserve any of the wonderful things Charlie gave her.

But, Charlie can't know about it, any of it.

It'll break her to know.

Vaggie forces a smile. “I know, babe. I love you too. It's just that- I just-”

Charlie looks at her with the most patience she has ever seen, from anyone.

“I don't want you to worry about me.” Vaggie says. “They're actually more important than me right now. You have this deadline. You have to prove redemption works. How can you do that if you're so focused on me?” Vaggie asks.

Charlie takes Vaggie's face in her hands next and looks at her closely. “No one, I repeat, No One is more important than you are to me. Not Pentious, not Angel, not Alastor, No one.” She says. “You are not just my girlfriend, but you are my whole world, Vaggie. No one could ever mean more to me than you. If redemption works, we'll prove it together. But not at the expense of your mental well-being. Do you understand me?” She asks.

Vaggie nods.

“Good. So, no more repressing?" Charlie asks.

Vaggie nods. "No more repressing."

"Good." Charlie hugs her.

And Vaggie holds her closely. "Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

Vaggie frowns again.

She shouldn't be so important. She's hurt thousands of sinners…

“What is it?” Charlie asks her again.

“I'm sorry.” Vaggie says. “I didn't mean to worry you.” A tear falls down Vaggie's face.

“I know, it's okay.” Charlie says. "I'm not upset with you." She promises.

Vaggie let Charlie go, and she paces the room. “I just- I know how important this is, not just to you, but it's important to me. I feel like everything is always at risk, all the time. Like I could lose you in a second and-!"

Charlie interupts her by taking her hand.

Vaggie's hands are shaking. "I don't want to lose you.” Vaggie says, tears finally falling, the dam that protected her from expressing all of this... it wasn’t strong enough. “I worry about what all of this will bring sometimes.”

“You won't lose me.” Charlie promises. “Whatever happens, we'll figure it out together."

Vaggie nods. “Yeah, I know. It's just hard.”

“I know what you mean.” Charlie says, frowning now too. “But, I promise we'll be okay.”

Vaggie wraps her arms around Charlie again, she just wanted to feel safe, like heaven and hell didn't exist anymore. Like it could all go away, and it can just be her and Charlie.

“But-” Charlie starts to say.

Vaggie looks up at her, seeing that Charlie was smiling, but something was wrong...

Or just- upsetting.

“If you get redeemed… that wouldn't be a bad way for this to end.” Charlie says.

“Charlie, no-”

“I'm only saying! You deserve better than this hell you've been forced to endure. I know you have this thing, I know you want to protect me, but what I want is to give you paradise.” She says.

Vaggie sighs, and grabs Charlie's shoulders. “Fuck heaven, Charlie! I don't want heaven, I only want you. You ARE my paradise!”

“And you are mine.” Charlie smiles, hugging her back tightly as a tear falls down her face.

Charlie hugged her beloved again, she wanted to hold Vaggie forever and never let her go.

But-

It would be selfish to keep Vaggie here…

Even if she is everything Charlie ever wanted, ever needed.

She can't keep her forever…can she?

~~~The Hazbins:~~~

Angel needed a plan...

He can't let Alastor tell the others about his regression; it would ruin everything he has accomplished.

He felt like he could actually be friends with these weirdos. Like they could take him seriously.

How can they possibly take him seriously if they know the truth about him?

Wasn't it bad enough that he's treated like less than human at work?

Wasn't it bad enough that he was the slut of the group?

The idiot who sold his soul to a moth?

No, he can't let this happen, he had to think of a way to stop that mother-

"Hey." Husk says to Angel as he reaches the end of the stairs.

"Hey." Angel smiles back, walking over to the bar where Husk was working. "How you doin?"

Husk smiles. "No new complaints from me." He says. "And you?"

Angel shrugs. "I don't know...I never really do."

Husk nods, and sighs exasperatingly. "Yeah."

Angel sits at the counter...still wondering what the fuck he was gonna do...Alastor is-

Then he perks up...

Husk! Of course.

"Uh- hey, Husk?"

Husk's ears perk up as he looks at him.

"Just- between us. What's Al's deal?” Angel asks.

“His deal?” Husk asks back.

“Is he a little? Is he some type of pet? I need something on him.” Angel says.

“Why?” Husk asks. "Did something happen between you two?"

“No! I- I just need something, okay? I'll take anything weird and personal.” Angel says.

“Do you have any idea what Al would do to me if he found out I gave you that kind of information?” Husk asks.

“I won't tell him where I got it.” Angel says.

"Do you have any idea what he could do to you?" Husk asks.

"I ain't afraid of him." Angel says. "Come on, I know you have something."

“Nice try.” Husk says. “Now, what's really going on?” Husk asks.

Angel looks down. “Well, I-”

“Hello!” A voice says behind them.

They both turn to look at their snake-like friend.

Angel smiles. “Hi Pen.”

“Hey.” Husk says to the snake.

"What are you two up to?" Pentious asks.

"Just talking." Husk says.

"Ooo what about?" Pen asks.

"Nothin. Really." Angel gives Husk a look, maybe of disappointment? Or anger? Husk wasn't sure. But he didn't exactly appreciate it, so he gave him a quick look back.

Angel was just like this sometimes...it wasn't anything serious...

Was it?

Vaggie walked downstairs next, walking toward the kitchen before Pentious turns and smiles at her. “Vaggie!"

Vaggie stops and smiles. "Oh, Pen. Hi."

"Um, how are you feeling?” Pentious asks.

“I'm good.” Vaggie smiles at him, rubbing her arm anxiously. "Thanks." She says.

"Of course." Pentious says.

"And- are you doing okay?" Vaggie asks back.

"I'm fine, actually, better than I've felt in a long time." Pentious says.

"I'm glad to hear it." Vaggie says. "I have to go, but I'll talk to you later." She says.

The two smile at each other, and Vaggie walks away, and moves towards the kitchen.

Pentious then turns back to Husk and Angel who stared at him with confusion. “What?”

“Since when are you two so...close?” Angel asks.

“Oh, we're not!” Pentious says. “We just chatted a bit yesterday and as it turns out, we have a lot in common. I believe we could start a friendship.” He says.

“Huh.” Angel shrugs. “Good for you. I guess."

“There's nothing weird about it!" Pentious says defensively.

"Okay?" Angel says, eyebrow raised.

"We didn't- I mean, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. We were simply talking. Nothing else!" Pentious says.

Angel rolls his eyes. "Pen, let me make this easier for you. We. Don't. Care." Angel says slowly. "In fact, we couldn't care less about- whatever that was."

"Oh, that- that is easier. Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Angel says.

"You ready, boss?" A small egg creature asks, appearing out of nowhere.

"Anywho, I'm taking my eggbois to the park, cheerio." Pentious says.

They watch as Pentious and his eggbois leave the hotel, then Husk and Angel turn back to one another.

Husk grabbed something from under the counter. “So, what were you saying?” He asks.

Angel looks up and sighs. “Forget it, I'll figure this out myself.” He says before walking back upstairs.

“What's his deal?” Husk asks out loud, to no one really.

“Oh, don't worry about Angel, Husker. He's just a little…sensitive right now.”

Alastor...

Husk looks behind him, and then the radio demon shadows his way to one of the seats at the bar. (Or however someone would describe what Alastor does.)

"What did you do to Angel?"

"Nothing." Alastor says.

"I don't believe you." Husk says. "He seemed upset and you seem to be the cause of it. Listen, I don't care what you do to me, but leave him alone."

"Relax, Husker. I have no ill intentions." Alastor promises.

Husk raised up an eyebrow. "Good, because you wouldn't want me to call YOUR caregiver, would you?"

Alastor stops and turns to Husk, a smile still on his face, but his eyes are threatening. “What was that?” He asks

Husk crosses his arms, but takes a step back. Yes, he's scared of Alastor, but he cares about Angel more.

"Like I said, I don't care what you do to me, but leave Angel alone." Husk tells him.

Alastor chuckles. "Oh, Husker. You are a funny one.” He pets Husk's fur and lightly touches his nose. “Don't be alarmed, dear. I have no intention of hurting your… little spider friend."

Alastor dissappears in his shadow, his grin wider than ever.

Husk sighs in relief. He was sure that wasn't going to work out in his favor.

But he's alive...he'll take that as a win for now.

~~~The V's:~~~

Velvette had fallen asleep on Vox's chest but woke up snuggled up with only her doll.

She looked around and couldn't find her caregiver.

“Voc?” Velvette asks. “Voooooc!” A small voice shouts.

Velvette whines, where is he!?

“Velvette, what are you doing?” Valentino asks, having heard her shouting from the next room.

“Voc gone!” Velvette says. “Can no fin him!”

“Vox is downstairs, Princessa.” Val says. "Here, let's fix your hair for today then join him for breakfast." Val says.

"No!" Velvette whines. "Nee' see Voc now!" She demands.

"Velvette, can I please help you with your hair first?" He asks, his eyes are horrible but he can see how messy her beautiful curles were.

"Mtay." She reluctantly agrees. "Den we get Voc!" She says.

"Deal." Val says.

He takes her to the bathroom to help her with her hair for the day, putting it up with two buns. "Okay, I think that's good for now."

“Nee’ Voc! Now!” She demands.

Valentino rolls his eyes but nods. "Okay, sassy girl. We can go see Vox now."

"Not sassy." She mumbles.

"Whatever you say." Val chuckles.

Velvette tugs on Val's wings.

Valentino looks at her confused. "Yes?"

"Up!" Velvette demanded.

"Now, what's the magic word?" Valentino asks. Vox may tolerate her demanding nature, but he surely wouldn't.

"P'ease?" Velvette whines.

"Alright, babydoll." Valentino chuckles, picking her up and walking to the kitchen.

~~~

Valentino hands Velvette over to Vox without warning. "This is yours." He says.

“Hey-” Vox quickly tries to carry her with one arm since he currently had coffee in the other. "What the hell, Val?" Vox asks, setting his coffee on the counter.

"She wanted you." Valentino shrugs, getting out the milk and orange juice and placing them on the table.

Except what he put on the table was ice tea and lemonade.

Vox set Velvette down on a chair and switched out the beverages to the correct ones.

Velvette felt sad when she was set down...she wanted her caregiver. "Voc?" She asks.

Vox sits next to her and smiles. "Yes, Velvette, what is it?"

Kitty (their fizzy robot) served them pancakes and bacon with a huge smile on her face.

Velvette's eyes fill with tears, the dam was damaged and there was no going back. She just wanted Vox now, she wanted to be held and to be told everything was going to be okay.

She reaches for Vox as she cries quietly. "Voc."

Vox picks her up and sets her on his lap. “Hey, hey, hold on, sweetheart. What's going on?" Vox asks. "What happened?"

“She- she was mad at me.” Velvette says, "Das why I set." She says.

Vox looks at Val who looks just as confused. “Who was mad at you, babydoll?” Val asks.

“Cawmilla.” Velvette mumbles.

“Carmilla?” Vox asks her.

“She was mean to me at da mee'ing.” She says. “She yelleded and saids mean fings to me, member?” Velvette asks them.

“That's what this was about?” Vox asks. "Carmilla rejecting your idea at the meeting?"

Velvette nods.

Velvette did mention something about Zestial and Carmilla not taking her suggestion of defending themselves against the angels seriously, but she didn't seem that upset about it, merely annoyed with the older than dust overlords.

“Ohh, so we're killing Carmilla then?” Val asks. “We're going to go kill a bitch? I'm up for that.” He says, getting up and heading for his tower to get his newly bedazzled gun.

“Stop.” Vox grabs Valentino's wings and pulls him back. “We're not killing Carmilla, Val.”

“Pretty sure we are, she made Velvette cry.” Valentino says.

“We will talk about this later, just sit down.” Vox demanded.

Valentino does, crossing his arms. “You're no fun.” He pouts.

“That's what made you so upset, Vel? That happened a few weeks ago. Were you suppressing all of this the whole time?” He asks.

Velvette looks away from Vox, nor wanting to answer that question...

“I'm not mad, I just want to know.” Vox tells her.

“Yes, you're not in any trouble, Princessa.” Val adds.

Velvette sniffles. “I’ wa’ tupid.” Vel says.

“It's not stupid if it upsets you, Velbelle.” Vox says.

Velvette's tears pour faster, so she tries to dry them with her sleeves.

Vox turns to Val and gestures for him to grab the diaper bag that was left in the livingroom.

Val rolled his eyes, but did grab it and hand it to Vox.

“Vel, I'm sorry she was mean to you.” Vox says, grabbing a baby wipe from the bag to clean her face. “Carmilla is just jealous because you're a hundred percent smarter than she is, and she knows it. Old people don't like when young people know more than them.”

“No one wisten to me. Never!” She complains. “Bu’ I do good.” She pouts.

“I know, it sucks. Carmilla's a bitch.” Vox says. “I'm sorry I can't fix this for you, babydoll. If I could I would-”

“You could…” Val hints to him.

“Val, if you even try to touch her, she'll kill you…twice.” Vox explains.

“Hmm. What if I just make one of her kids cry?” Valentino suggests. “It would make me feel better.”

“She'll probably kill you three times if you attempted that.” Vox says. “If you're lucky.”

“Ugh, you never let me kill anyone!” Val whines.

Vox rolls his eyes, but Velvette giggles. “Vaw funny.” She says.

“Yeah, he's funny alright.” Vox agrees with a hint of sarcasm to his tone.

Velvette snuggles closer to Vox.

“You feeling a bit better?” Vox asks her.

Velvette nods. “Yea, a bit be'ah.”

And she was, she's just glad she can finally relax. And she was glad Vox was here to help her relax.

“It's okay to talk about your feelings, Velvette.” Vox promises. “I know it's been hard for you in the past, but you're safe now. We're not going to make you feel bad for having them. I'd rather you get upset than to see you break down because you pushed all those big feelings down. Okay?”

Velvette nods. “M'tay, Voc.” She says.

Vox holds Velvette close and rocks her gently. “I'm very proud of you for talking to us, Vel. You did so good.” He praised.

"You really did, darling." Valentino agrees.

Velvette smiles and hides her face in Vox’s shoulder. She's happy that they feel that way, but she doesn't know how to take what they said, so she just hides.

Vox and Val smile at each other.

Vox just holds her for a bit.

He never wanted to let her go.

He hated to see Velvette so upset.

"How about we all take the day off?" Vox suggests. "We can relax, play some games...?"

"Yeah!" Velvette giggles excitedly. "We cu' pway wif dolls! Day can has a fashn' show!"

"Sounds good to me." Valentino says.

"Me too." Vox agrees. "After breakfast, we can play with dolls as long as you want." He promises. “Sound good?”

“Yeah!” She giggles happily.

She loves little days!

~~~Angel: That night~~~

Angel needed something on Al.

He didn't want to do anything crazy...he just needed some blackmail in case Alastor tried something.

So, of course, Angel walked downstairs and snuck into Charlie’s office.

He looks through her desk to try and find the results to that stupid test, she had to have them in here somewhere.

Where would Charlie hide them?

He checks the drawers of her desk and has no luck. But then he sees the filing cabinet.

He looks through it and finds the file with the test results. "Gotcha." He whispers, as he turns to leave he knocks over something that was on the desk. "Shit."

He knows this is wrong, but what else can he do? He can't convince Alastor of anything- no one can!

It's Alastor's fault, he started it, that's all there is to it.

Angel takes the file, hides it in his jacket and sneaks back out of the office, careful to not step on whatever fell off the desk as he avoided making any more noise.

He manages to get out of her office with no issue.

“Angel?" A voice asks before he could even make it to the stairs.

Angel jumps and looks behind him. "Charlie...hi.”

The princess has a huge smile on her face as always. "Couldn't sleep either?" She asks.

"Um...nope." he says.

“Can we maybe talk? For a second?" She asks him.

Shit.

“What about?” He asks her.

“It's nothing serious.” She says. “I just wanted to check in on you, make sure you're doing okay.”

“I'm fine.” He says quickly.

“Are you sure? Ever since we asked about the classification test, you've been-”

“I said I'm fine.” Angel growls. “I don't need your stupid test!”

“I wasn't-”

“Can we drop this? Please?” Angel asks.

“Yeah. Of course. I'm so sorry. I didn't-”

“Stop apologizing.” He says.

She shouldn't be apologizing…

She didn't do anything.

“Angel…Are you-”

“I said I'm fine.” Angel tells her. "Just- drop it. Okay?"

Charlie's head drops to the floor. “Yeah...okay.”

He suddenly feels cold, ice cold…

‘Tony, I can help you. This sickness you have, it can be helped.’

‘I don't need your help.’ He growled.

Molly rested a hand on his shoulder. ‘Please, Tony…’

'Stop!' He pushes her away, her head hitting the wall hard.

‘Molly- I- I didn't mean to-’

His sister gets up, the back of her head bleeding a little.

Angel feels a painful, horrible feeling in his chest, he looks over at the princess who's walking away, similar to how she did when she tried to stand up to Val. “Charlie-” He shouts, trying to get her attention.

Charlie looks back at him. “Yes?”

“I'm sorry…It-it was just a long week.” He explains.

Charlie smiles. “It's okay, I know work isn't easy.” She says, walking back over to him and taking two of his hands.

Angel nods, his breath slowing down, but not as fast as he needs it to.

Charlie makes eye contact. “I mean it, it's okay.” She says. “If you ever want to talk, I'm here for you. I won't judge- or pity you. Oh! We can even have a drink and talk if that's easier!” She suggests.

Angel smiles. “Thanks…maybe I'll take you up on that…someday.”

Charlie smiles. “I hope you do. I know I've been spending a lot of time with Pentious. I forget to tell you sometimes just how proud I am of the progress you've made. You really are doing such a great job here. No one deserves redemption more than you do.”

Angel feels a sharp pain in his chest. “I- uh. I should try to get some sleep.” He says.

“Yeah, good plan.” Charlie says. “Rest up for tomorrow. Another fun day of super fun activities!”

“Yeah, looking forward to it.” He lies.

“Rest well!” She says.

“Thanks…”

He walks to his room and closes the door.

Yeah, Angel pretty much hates himself now…

But honestly…

How's that different from any other day?

'When did humans start to separate

Brain and heart as if they could stay alive alone?

Flip it around the other way

If they were apart and you had no power start or database

Only a shell remains

What fun is it, to be so calculated

Or be taken advantage of, 'cause your heart's too trusting

Silent expressed push my head into my chest

Bind them up, forever wed

"Don't drift too far, " they said.'

~Melanie Martinez, Brain & Heart.

Possum note:

Guess who has two thumbs and had a mental breakdown... this guy!

Hahaha.

Mental illness is so fun! I love it! So much! lol

I was having such a good week too, darn it. :/

Anywaaaaaayyyyzzzzzzzz

What did you all think of the chapter? Half decent at least I hope?

If not, better chapters are on their way.

Thank you all for your support, and being my safe place. I appreciate all of you! Every comment, kudo, any support. You have no idea, guuys, it means everything to me!

I hope you all are doing well, you have the bestist day ever and you all are safe and okay 💕

If you're not, that's okay too. And remember it's okay to talk about stuff.

And remember also that bad days don't last forever. Tomorrow is always possible.

Good song for bad days: Tomorrow will be kinder by the secret sisters.

It's my comfort song. It would be the song for every chapter if I had to just pick 1 song. Lol 🎵 🎶

@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @innocentlittlelambsnursery @ask-dusty-boy @dex-dawn @abby5577 @babiegurlmuffin

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[ptn-imagines]

Can you do Suspect R x pre amnesia! chief? ik there's not a lot of content for her but they give such domestic married wives energy like

LOOK AT THIS. its fine if u dont accept, ther are PLENTY other ptn womens i thirst after so....

Oh, I will absolutely write for Suspect R despite her lack of content. In fact, I was hoping someone would ask!

Due to the lack of content on both her and Chief pre-amnesia, I ended up focusing more on the feelings they may have shared more than anything else, using the glimpses of Shepherd-12 we see in Shalom's interrogation as a guide. If this isn't to your satisfaction, feel free to send in another request! Praying that chapter 14 marks the return of the OG wife...

Suspect R x Pre-Amnesia!Chief

Once upon a time, her name was the one they loved the most. In a world where everyone wanted to use or betray them, she was the only one they trusted whole-heartedly. Shepherd-12 adored her.

As truths were unveiled and lies became unmasked and Shepherd-12 became more and more jaded to the world, she was the only one spared of hissing and biting. Only she could melt the icy protective layer upon the Shepherd’s heart, for only she could be trusted with it. Only she had pure intentions.

Secret trysts and rendezvous, the Shepherd was always so tense until the face of the nameless official melted away to reveal their lover, who perched on the edge of their desk like she belonged there. She did belong there. And the Shepherd abhorred the idea of belonging to anyone, anyone except for her. They would give themself over to her in a heartbeat, and they would drown in her, and it would be a sweet way to die.

They are a creature of Mania, but this Sinner is their salvation. She makes them feel human in a way that nobody and nothing else does, and they know that fate will never be kind to them so they relish these precious moments, and they love her eternally and devotedly and without regret nor restraint.

She loves them in kind for she knows this is what they need. They will never speak their thank yous aloud but she knows; how could she not? Even if the world should revile them, see them as monsters (and it did), the two of them would have each other. They need nothing else.

She holds them so close as though she attempts to meld their flesh as one. They greedily kiss her deeper, hotter, as though trying to exchange pieces of their souls with each entwined breath. She is both the untamed tempest that will inevitably drown them and the singular piece of driftwood that keeps them afloat in the storm.

Nothing else matters. Nobody else matters. Let the world burn to ash. The Shepherd would welcome it. The world is rotten to the core. So are they. Only she remains pure in an endless sea of filth. Only she is the truth among the lies.

“My dearest, your heart is becoming so black,” she whispered one night, and they didn’t know it then but this would be the final time they saw her like this. Her fingers caressed their face and they purred, leaning into the touch.

“They don’t deserve any more,” they breathed, nails digging into her back as though they were afraid they might slip through their fingers. “They can go to Hell for all I care. You’re the only thing that matters.”

She smiled at this and pulled them into another deep kiss. This one felt different, like a goodbye, but it was still filled with every ounce of passion and fire and desire and need and belonging they had come to expect. “You know it won’t end like this.”

“I know.” They detest the fact. She makes it bearable. She’s the only reason they haven’t torn the world asunder yet, because she is part of that world. “But you’ll be there, won’t you?”

She smiled. “Always. Don’t sleep for too long, or I might have to come and get you myself…”

…

Shepherd-13 always wakes from the dreams of these memories too soon, these ghosts banished with the rise of the sun over this corrupt city.

What was her name?

If they could choose anything to remember, it would be this.

#ptn #path to nowhere #ptn suspect r #path to nowhere suspect r #suspect r #ptn headcanons #path to nowhere headcanons #headcanons