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specshroom · 15 days

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A Mischievous Fairy

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When a humble farmer decided to live on the outskirts of town right next to the forest he did not expect to make friends with a small temperamental creature from the forest.

It was a pretty good deal you had going on, you help his plants grow with fairy magic and he gives you a safe warm place to sleep and home cooked meals. Most days are spent with you doing your best to annoy the poor farmer as he tries to remind himself that you're the reason his produce sells for such high prices.

You fly around his head making little jingle noises and he tries to ignore you and go on with his work. You steal little things like spoons, screwdrivers, pencils and put them in places he can't reach like on top of the cabinets and shelves. When you get mad at him you grow weeds in his crops until he apologizes or gives you a gift to your liking. Despite this the farmer has grown to truly enjoy your company...for the most part.

His loneliness is getting to him and he's tried to have company over but it's kind of hard to explain to guests why there's a little, scantily clad fairy staring daggers at them the whole time. It definitely ruins the mood as he tries to convince them you won't bite (you will and you have).

One day the farmer comes home from town looking more excited than usual. You plop yourself on his head as he walks around his little cottage.

As he sorts through all the items he bought you get impatient and decide he's not paying enough attention to you. You fly right in front of his face and pose for him, showing off the new outfit you made out of flower petals in his garden.

"Not right now, Tiny."

The farmer rolls his eyes and gently shoos you away with his hand, focusing back onto his apparently very interesting haul from the market. The very rude gesture gets you all fired up and you're in his face again this time with your hands on your hips and an angry expression. The farmer sighs and gently cradles your tiny body in his hands.

"Look, I'm busy. Alright?"

He walks over to the windowsill and gently plops you down onto the little pincushion he set aside for you. You sit there with your arms crossed, glaring at him as he puts away his items.

While you're sulking you notice a little bottle of purple liquid poking out of the farmers front pocket. You quietly flutter over and sneakily inch the tiny thing out of his pocket.

"Hey!"

The farmer tries to stop you but you're much faster than him and fly up, out of his reach. The glass bottle is a little bigger than you're torso and when you inspect it the label says "Growth serum"

You let out quite a dramatic gasp and look down at the farmer, betrayal written all over your face.

"Now Tiny, don't jump to conclu-"

The farmer starts but is interrupted by a very angry fairy yelling things he doesn't understand right in his face. All he can hear is jingles but he's sure he's getting severely cussed at. He understands why, you helped this man grow his crops bigger and better than ever and now you think he wants to replace you for some stupid, probably overpriced serum?

You angrily throw the bottle to the ground and the farmer dives down to clumsily catch it before it smashes onto the floor.

As you feel tears fall down your hot cheeks, you flutter back to your windowsill and sit with your head between your knees.

"Hey, don't cry now."

The farmer sheepishly leans against the windowsill next to you.

"I promise, it's not for the plants. You already help me out so much with that and I appreciate it a lot. I don't need anything else."

You peak your head out from your arms and look at him skeptically.

He holds his hand out to you and you hesitantly flutter onto his palm, enjoying the warmth of his touch despite the cold wetness of your cheeks.

"Truth is, it's lonely for me out here... and I know you get lonely too."

You scoff at him. Obviously, the whole reason you were upset in the first place was because he was ignoring you.

"I uh... I got this for you. So we could....uh well only if you want to, I mean... I don't know."

You stare at him dumbfounded as he fumbles his words, you've never seen the farmer like this before.

You shoot up to hug his cheek, jingling in excitement. You give him tiny kisses and he laughs at the ticklish feeling. You float to the counter in front of him and bounce on your heels waiting for him.

"Alright, alright."

He chuckles at your stark change in mood and uncaps the tiny bottle of magic liquid. You brace yourself as he carefully lets one single drop fall onto your little head.

Nothing happens for a moment but before you could feel disappointed the world blurs and you're suddenly face to face with your farmer.

He stares down at where you sit on his counter, now perfectly human sized. Your cute dress didn't survive the quick transition but you don't seem to mind as you jump the poor farmer.

You grab his face and kiss him deeply. Finally feeling his lips on yours makes your wings flutter and your heart sing as you lock your legs around him to pull his body closer.

"Alright, slow down."

He says through kisses and huffed laughs as you kiss all over his face and neck.

"Now why don't you let me show you how much I appreciate you."

He mumbles in a sultry tone, bringing his hands down to grip your ass and grind your hips into him.

He laughs at the way your wings violently flutter and takes that as eager agreement.

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#teeheeheehee #monster fucker #(?)#shit what do i tag this #fairy #fae #nsft fantasy #fantasy prompts #monster lover #monster x human #fairy x human #fae x human

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bambisnc · 2 months

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fairy of shampoo [or, holding hands w riize]

pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : fluffiest fluff 2 ever fluff cw/tw : none! (some arent really hand holding im sorry guys ://) wc : 0.6k

seunghan : he's a simple guy but he's also a hopeless romantic; big sucker for interlinked fingers and all the symbolism that comes w it <3 his grip would be so, so gentle though.. unless on rare occasions you happen to trigger his slightly possessive streak where his fingers would unintentionally tighten around yours.. wouldn't hesitate to show off him holding your hands to the source of the jealousy~

wonbin : hand holding patterns would definitely differ but mostly he'd stick to the simplest kind : your hand over his (or visa versa if he's feeling particularly babygirl/wants to be comforted by you).. he's the kinda guy who'd gently stroke your knuckles with his thumb all the time but the second you do it to him he ends up so flustered.. (side note he probably swings your hands tgt when you're out on a walk or something ;-;)

sohee : i saw this one twt post where they said that he seemed to not be that used to physical touch and was slowly getting used to it with his members ... so i feel like he'd maybe be a bit hesitant, shy to initiate proper hand holding straightaway; but would still want to feel connected to you .. hence, interlocked pinkies <3 also whenever he can he'd raise your hands to his lips and place a lil kiss right on the tip of your finger,,

anton : hear me out - he gets kinda hyper excited when you're around him and because of both of you being busy with your respective works you don't really get a lot of time together.. but there's so much he wants to show you, to experience with you.. this is what leads him to grab ahold your wrist and almost feverishly drag you places + it gives him leverage to be able to casually bite your arm (it's his love language) once a while ._.

shotaro : prefers to keep his arm around your shoulder whenever he can rather than holding hands which is adorable but guys... he's a head bonker trust me..... likes to bump your heads together (like a littol bunny ;-;) when he has his arm around you. also it makes him feel overall really fuzzy and warm inside to think he's kinda "protecting you" and keeping your pretty head comfy as well,, adores the fact that this position more often than not ends with you having an arm around his waist >///<

sungchan : he's an all or nothing guy and if it's you he physically can't go nothing; therefore he must have one of your hands in his while your other rests on his arm. yes he knows that means your hands won't be free to carry/hold on to anything else but hey what else is he here for?? steals whatever your holding and holds out his hand to you like oh you want to hold something too? here, hold this for me please ^^. yeah i know it's my hand and what about it D: ?

eunseok : he's different he's not like other guys huge fan of wrapping a hand around your waist because he's generally not a huge fan of a lot of pda but this provides him a secure position right at the edge of casual affection, intimacy and can we go to the other room and makeout :/ please :/ this probably started out as just teasing you but he actually likes how he's kinda subtly making it known that you're each others' <3 oh and loves that he can tickle you whenever he wants :p

notes : haha. mai. mai hey if u see this im begging u to take away my motivation rn please the history textbook is calling out to me please </3 /lh... + the coloured text realllyy isnt visible on light screens huh. fml + [m.list]

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multydoodles · 20 days

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What your favorite TWST Character says about you

I won't accept any objection since I'm correct <3

Grim: You have or had a cat.

Ace: Objectively, you're correct. Morally? No.

Deuce: You have no idea what you want to do with your life you might as well start biting.

Epel: You have anger issues and struggle with being taken seriously.

Jack: You struggle to admit when you need help

Sebek: You have no room volume and are very passionate about literally everything

Riddle: You have a bad relationship with a family member

Kalim: You're so depressed it's alarming

Jamil: You want him to grow healthy or burn the world around him.

Floyd: You have no idea what's wrong with him nor do you care

Jade: You miss Sebastian with your whole heart

Azul: Either you find him endearing or were in the same situation once

Ruggie: How is that constant burnout going for you?

Silver: You have narcolepsy or love fairy tales

Trey: You have great taste but nobody can fucking see it

Carter: So how is that self-esteem holding up?

Rook: Stop pretending you're not attracted to hoes

Leona: Your sleep schedule is as bad as his

Idia: You never touched grass in your entire life

Vil: You're a lesbian.

Crowley: Daddy issues. Or Dilf enjoyer (he'll never be one)

Crewel: This is the 10th time you've said you got taste- we get it.

Trein: The grumpy aurea captivated you

Sam: Desperate for more content of this man

Vargas: Breaking tin cans with your skull is your passion- or you find him hot.

Rollo: He grew on you like a parasitic leach.

Ch'enya: Cat. Just cat

Neige: WHEN are we gonna get more RSA content in this essay I will-

Gideon: You don't actually care about him.

Fellow: You want to fuck him. That's it

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #night raven college #royal sword academy #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #ace trappola #deuce spade #epel #malleus #kalim #cater #lilia

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theredofoctober · 10 months

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SPITE— The Boys fic, Billy Butcher x reader, crossposted from AO3, reader uses she/her pronouns

TW: Violence, noncon

The super villain known as SPITE (reader) has been stalking Billy Butcher. He captures her, and chaos ensues...

Read after the cut

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"You little cunt."

The words lose their meaning quickly in the lurching dark through frequent repetition.

Their first utterance is a hiss against your ear as you're dredged from the street to some rank basement, roiling in your captor's grip like a sturgeon all the way down.

The second usage of the phrase errupts in a catankerous grunt as their speaker attempts to bind you to a chair, a gyre of your tulle and satin costume half-smothering him as you thrash, and kick, and bite.

"You little cunt," snarls Billy Butcher, for the third time, as you clip his jaw with your forehead.

Then, with a vicious grin, he spits a gout of his own blood into your face.

"Like that, do you, you fucking supe slag? Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from."

His shackles your throat with his fist, smirking as you flinch from the red razors of his teeth. He wears a mask of revulsion, the whites of his eyes within it shocking, horrible.

You can't seem to look away.

"Not so brave, now, are you, flower?" asks Butcher. "See, I've been following you, and just picture my fucking surprise to find out that you've been trying to do the same to me. And just me, that is; you've kept well out the way of my Boys. You've been very clever about it, I'll give you that. I doubt they even have a clue who you are."

He releases your throat and wipes his hand on the garish fabric of his shirt with a laborious theatricality.

"So," he continues, "either you were trying to kill me off—which you are absolutely shit at, by the way—or there's something else you're after. Wonder what that could be?"

Butcher kicks a chair leg, and you rock upon it like a bowling pin.

"Look at ya," he sneers. "Running around here, dressed like some clown's tart— sorry to tell you, love, but the circus ain't in fucking town."

Swallowing dryly, you attempt to scrape the chair backwards, inch by inch, across the floor, putting space between yourself and the man with the coarse velvet of murder in his voice.

Butcher watches your retreat, shaking his head.

"Where are you gonna go, sweetheart? You can't use your fucking fairy magic powers when you're all tied up like that, so don't get any ideas. You're cosied up with me for a bit. So let's have a chat, shall we?"

With your voice obstructed by a makeshift gag you merely widen your eyes in response.

"Well, love, I'm glad you asked," says Butcher, with an acid sarcasm. "There's only two ways you're leaving here tonight: either as strawberry slushie at the bottom of a fucking rubbish bag, or all in one piece, except for your dignity, that is. Better make up your mind. I don't have all night."

He pauses, pretends to consider.

"Well, I do, but I wanna spend it cracking open a couple of beers with the lads, not down here chin-wagging with a bleedin' Supe."

Butcher's gaze is thick with the dregs of an old and bitter madness: you feel more than undressed by it, skinned, rather, your muscles flayed from the bone.

"Look at you," says Butcher, coldly. "Sitting there in all that pink bollocks looking like something Piglet shat out after a mad one in The Hundred Acre Wood. What's it all about, eh?"

He kicks suddenly at your calf, his boot rending layers of candyfloss fishnet thread with a blow that will surely bruise.

"Nobody's making you wear this shit; Vought won't touch you with a bargepole after all the stunts you’ve been pulling on the sly. Your own kind don't want anything to do with you. You're a loner. So what were you doing prancing about in this silly fucking get-up? Waiting for me to notice?"

Butcher shunts your chair back against the wall, tipping it at an angle that, at his high vantage, likely allows a view that is particularly obscene.

"Don't be shy," he leers. "Every time you threw a kick at me I could see right up at your knickers. And they're fragile little things, ain't they?"

You strain against your bonds, bucking with such an indignant gusto that the ropes start to fray against your muscles.

"Oh no you fucking don't," says Butcher, and slaps you so hard across the cheek that you're still again in an instant, your ears sirening from the blow.

"You don't wanna piss me off, darling," says your captor, grimly. "See, I could really fucking hurt you, but I don't wanna manhandle you more than I have to, savvy? Then again, I think you're gagging to be roughed up. Didn't put up much of a fight, did you, and now I've got you right where I want you—"

You mumble your objections into the wad of lace against your teeth, but Butcher ignores you, caught up in the rhythm of his spiel.

"—Seems like you're desperate for me to give you a good seeing to. Well, don't worry, love. Daddy's here."

He's being ironic, you think, but as a strange combination of want and loathing twists his countenance you begin to change your mind.

"I can't stand your sort," Butcher mutters. "Filthy mutants, the lot of you. But seeing you in this mess I might have it in me for a pity fuck."

He shoves a thumb into your mouth and pulls free the gag, wincing as his fingers come away wet with drool.

"Well," he says. "Speak up, love. Do you wanna shag, or die?"

"Neither," you rasp. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Butcher's smile is blood and ice.

"See, I thought you'd say that. So I took the liberty of popping all the security footage I've got of you onto a nice little pen drive so I could play it back to you, remind you how many times you’ve tiptoed around me about in your glorified stripper wear without finishing the bloody job. Let's have a gander, shall we?"

He fumbles for a remote, and a vast television screen illuminates in the centre of the room, revealing picture after picture of you tracking Butcher across the city by night. You recall taunting him with your proximity, enjoying the game; it's how you always hunt your targets, hounding them until they go mad with paranoia, an end hastened by hallucinations cast like spellwork from your fingertips, each more awful than the last.

Butcher, however...

He had been difficult. He'd barely seemed to respond to your assaults, no matter your pressure upon his mind.

"In case you're wondering, I saw your poxy visions," he announces perceptively, rapping the television screen with his fist. "But you underestimate the level of fucked up I've witnessed in my life. I've seen scarier shit in my morning routine."

The screen flickers, and you're faced with a shot of yourself standing in Butcher's shadow, so close to him that your breath is almost on the back of his neck. How smug you'd been in the thought that he hadn't known you were there, that you were so extraordinarily clever, and daring.

Humiliating to think that Butcher had followed you with equal stealth, despite his limitations.

"Tell me why you picked me to wind up," he demands, "and not Frenchie, or M.M., or any of my mates. Why am I so special? You've heard my theories. Now it's your turn."

You don't immediately answer, keeping a mutinous silence.

Butcher approaches you with a slow, heavy tread, a killer's prowl, and leans into you, smelling of beer and cologne, and his own congealing blood. You wonder what he makes of your own scent: sweat and sugar, the remnants of perfume, petty irritants for his rudimentary human senses.

Smirking, you say, "You despise us all so much, Billy. I wanted to see what your face would look like when you realised that a Supe had killed you."

"Nah," says Butcher, shaking his head. "I'm not convinced. I reckon you wanted to know how hard a 'normal' like me could hate-fuck you when you got caught in the act."

He shunts a knee between your thighs—each lashed to either side of the chair, conveniently apart—and grinds an apex of bone against you, forcing a reluctant shiver through your core.

You're afraid to move, lest you provoke him; you can't be silent lest Butcher thinks he's won.

At last you settle to hiss between your teeth, "Why don't you just do it? Like you said, I can't use my powers with my hands tied like this. So what's stopping you? Why don't you just do what you want, Mr King Shit of Fuck Mountain?"

"That's not my style," says Butcher, with a sneer. "I want you to ask for it. Beg like the pathetic cunt you are. I'm giving you a choice."

"I'm tied to a chair, genius. I don't have many choices."

"You were trying to murder me, sweetheart. You're lucky you're getting any options."

"You could just let me go."

"And put up with you tormenting me for another bloody month? Not likely."

You burst into sudden laughter and Butcher freezes, his face clouded by sheer loathing.

"Shut up," he snarls. "Shut up right fucking now."

Butcher makes a fist, and you wonder what he means to do: violet an eye, shatter a tooth, break bone like a glass in some grimy pub. As your laugh continues he aims a punch and misses as you weave your head aside, splitting his knuckles on the back of the chair.

"Shit!"

"You're a hypocrite," you say, as he wipes off the blood. "I know all about you. Your hard-on for killing Supes. You act like you think you're better than us, but really? I think you're a jealous little fanboy."

"Who's the fucking fan here?" snarls Butcher. "Admit it. That little stalking act— you've been flirting with me."

You wrinkle your nose.

"You wish."

"Don't have to wish. I reckon if I was to feel that snatch of yours right now you'd be wet through."

The laughter dies in your throat, and you edge about in your seat, attempting to shimmy your skirt further down over your hips.

"Wouldn't mean anything," you mutter, at last, and Butcher gives you a cunning look.

"Only that getting smacked about by a man who wants to kill you is your cup of tea. And I'm starting to think it is."

He shrugs off his vast coat, throwing it aside. Veins stand out on the backs of his hands and arms, and you realise, suddenly, that he is serious in what he means to do, entirely so. You could die tonight, and the worst of it is that no one would care.

"Make your mind up, Spite," says Butcher. "You know what's on the table. You pick, or I will. I don't think you'd like that. My crowbar wants to make friends with every one of your stupid fucking Supe bones."

The peril of your situation is unavoidable. You move your lips, the sounds escaping at such mite softness that Butcher cranes his ear towards your mouth.

"What did you say? Speak up, darlin'."

With a sudden lunge you snap at Butcher's earlobe and latch on with grinning teeth. Blood crests your tongue in a grisly baptism, and as the man wrenches from your grip you see how badly he wants to hurt you.

"Oh, you sneaky little fucker!" he barks. "That's it; I've had enough of that mouth."

In a punishing scuffle Butcher stuffs another wad of torn fabric between your jaws, thrusting it so far down your throat that you almost choke. Then he drags your hips forward on the chair and scrambles for his zipper, his face murky with rage.

"You wanna play, Supe? Then let's have some fucking fun."

His fingers pierce your core, twisting deep, and you writhe like a halved worm around them.

Butcher drives his face so close to yours that your foreheads knock together, his eyes the very black of death.

"So I was right. You're making a proper mess, poor little thing."

You attempt to remain defiant, scornful, but you can barely maintain the artifice when Butcher's hand is so deep within you, each rough twitch of his fingers inducing a further slickness. Desperate, you wrench your arms against the ropes that hold them fast, hoping to wear through your bonds.

"Pack it in," snaps Butcher. "Or I will really bloody hurt you."

You believe it, but don't cease your struggling; you never relinquish a fight, whatever the cost.

Cursing, Butcher wraps a fist around your throat, squeezing until you gargle in pain.

"Now you be a good little trollop," he says, "and take my fucking cock, alright?"

He's so hard as he enters you that you see, in his expression, a dark, aching relief, as though soothing a terrible burn.

How long as he thought about this, tortured by your figure twisting and dancing around him through the rain-lashed streets in a miasma of summoned dreams? How close did he come to splaying you across a wall in some filthy alleyway, crushing you like a butterfly under his boot?

Now he has you jailed from your powers he makes you feel weak. How exhilarating that he is capable of this, a man born entirely without super abilities.

With each violent thrust the chair bangs against the wall, swinging a blade of pain up through your middle. Butcher's hands rip at your costume, tearing it between your breasts with an animal malice.

"You're tight," he says. "So fucking tight..."

He kisses your stuffed mouth with a clash of teeth, and the assault sparks the flint of lust in the secret part of you that has yearned to be dismantled by his stark hatred.

Even as you'd schemed to kill him you'd thought this man handsome, admired, coldly, his brutal methods, imagined standing over his corpse, admiring the loss of homocidal life as you might a sun beam in broken glass.

Now you are such fragments in his handling Butcher has no mercy for you. The man is out of control, taking, by instinct, in a berserker state, knowing nothing but the satisfaction of violence.

His cock jars you like a slaughterer's bolt, knifing your warmth with his ever greater heat. There is no talking, for a time, only the fever of his vengeful need. The room resounds with exerted grunts and the squeak of the chair beneath your struggling bodies; the angle of fucking is awkward, and you notice Butcher glancing at your bonds, evidently considering whether or not cutting you loose is worth the risk of you killing him.

At last he barks, "I'm gonna move you. Try anything stupid and you can kiss your kneecaps goodbye."

You nod limply, and Butcher pulls a blade from somewhere and hacks at the ropes with a careless malice, unflinching as he nicks the skin beneath. Keeping only a knot around your wrists he wrangles you over a couch and ruts you, face down, upon it, his fist in your hair, straining its roots.

"This what you thought it'd be like, you fucking brat?"

You try to brace a leg upon the floor, but your foot skids, and Butcher presses you harder against the couch cushions, smothering your ragged breaths.

"Supposed to be superior," he grunts. "Can't even put up a proper fight."

You twist under him, throwing him off onto the floor in a landslide of churning limbs, and as he staggers up after you again he's grinning widely.

"That's more like it."

As he comes for you again you vault yourself over the back of the sofa and roll into a dark corner, loosening the rope across your hands. When Butcher seizes you by the ankles and hauls you towards him you steeple two fingers at the man's forehead and flex.

What you put into his mind is the vilest image your thoughts can conjure, so corrupt that he drops you swiftly and flinches back, his face paling.

"Fuck me."

For a moment you think that Butcher might vomit, and scrape yourself further across the ground, towards the door, waiting for the inevitable heaving to give you time to run. But he only turns his head and spits a clot of plegm into the dust, his countenance wrenched by a savage glee.

"I knew you Supes weren't right in the head, but you're really somethin,'" he breathes. "Can see why all your quarry end up bashing their own brains in against the nearest wall. Not me, though, love. You've picked the wrong bastard."

A rare fear eats through you as you dump the last of the rope and scamper up the stairwell towards the street. As you barrel your shoulder into the door at the top it resists you, barely splintering despite your harshest efforts.

"Supe proofed," says Butcher, smugly, as he comes up the stairs behind you. "At least against half-baked cunts like you that don't even have decent powers."

He slams you against the door, dizzying you in the blow. The next thing you're aware of is being dragged back down to the basement, and although you rail him with blows and waves of toxic thought Butcher manages to lumber back over the threshold again.

"I'm not finished with you," he says, and lets out a yelp as you sweep a foot under one leg, bringing him down onto the concrete floor with a resounding boom.

Spitting out the gag, you snap, "Go on, kill me, fuckface. I'm waiting. Make it good for me!"

"I'll make something bloody good, that's for sure," Butcher retorts, and he pins you on your back, arms trapped beneath you. "I never leave a job half-done."

He kisses you again, his tongue gilding your throat, and you feel his hardness between your legs again, undetered by the fight, likely strengthened by it. This is a man who feeds on brutality: why should his fucking be any different?

This time when his cock enters you his right hand follows, finding your clitoris with a nimble ease. You loathe the way he makes your body jump to his touch, the stupid, whimpering moans that pass your bleeding lips with the ruthless beat of his thrusting.

You detest how easy it is for him to mould your obstinance into something needy and mewling, as though he knew this potential was there from the beginning.

"How's that feel?" asks Butcher, thickly, a devilish blaze in his eyes. "Tell me. Is that good, you little cunt?"

"Yes!" you blurt out, and hate him for making you say it, for the fact that it is true. "God, don't—"

You attempt to bring your knees together, to dislodge his hand, but you can't shift Butcher's weight, only trigger him to fuck you deeper, rolling his fingers between your heaving bodies until you're slick as an eel with perspiration.

"Go on, make some noise," croons Butcher, "'cause you're gonna come so hard you'll forget how much you hate me."

Your mouth opens to protest, but to Butcher's grinning satisfaction you can do nothing but let out hoarse, quavering cries, all rational thought simmered to steam on the pinnacle of your ecstasy.

You've never known pleasure so sharp, so clean. You're still in the throes of it when Butcher bucks against you one last time, flattening you beneath him as he fills you with his groaning release.

He rolls off and lies beside you for a minute, seeming to gaze at the ceiling, with something between disgust and a quiet smugness.

Then he says, into the lull, "You want a drink?"

You sit up slowly, disliking the precarious wobble in your arms as your brace yourself.

"Why," you say, slowly, "the fuck would I want to drink with you, Butcher?"

Getting to his feet he shrugs, and fumbles about on a table for a bottle of something murky and likely possessing the qualities of turpentine.

"'Cause you're still sat on your arse rather than trying to kill me again, so I reckon you need a bevvy. And I know you ain't got anywhere else to go."

Butcher pours you a shot of the dark liquid and eyes you with a cagey interest when you don't immediately take it.

"I'm the only one of your marks that isn't a Supe," he says. "I haven't figured out your M.O. yet. Be easier to pick your brains when you're pissed. Might loosen you up a bit."

"Not a good idea," you mutter. "Might realise we've got more in common that you think."

You outstretch a hand and pluck the glass from him, sniffing the contents suspiciously.

"Ain't poisoned, Spite," says Butcher. "Be fucking rude, after what we just did."

"It'd be bang on character, then," you reply, coolly, and drain the glass in a wincing swig. "Christ. How do you drink this shit?"

"I've got a strong stomach. Or kidneys. Take your pick. So, now you're watered, speak up. Why did you come after me?"

You wind your arms around your knees and look at Butcher sideways, thinking, with some annoyance, how much your answer will stroke his ego.

"A lot of Supes out there are afraid of you. I just wanted to know why."

#ao3 writer #the boys #the boys fic #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #dark!billybutcher #dark!fic #tw noncon

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yanderepuck · 11 months

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Ikevamp au where everything is the same except the suitor falls in love with you, but you hate them.

Imagine. An otome game, but you constantly turn down the guy.

Napoleons route: what makes you think I want to be your body guard?

You: what makes you think I want to be near a panty sniffer?

Napoleons route later: wait... I think I'm in love with her

You: why won't he leave me alone.

Wait why is this actually hilarious

Mozart's route: no one likes you and no one wants you here.

You: what makes you think I want to spend my time with a man who meowed at people?

Mozart's route later: so I actually really like your company

You: I've never enjoyed being around you for a moment after you called me a nuisance.

How would you expect me to fall in love with either of these two after they both tell me they want nothing to do with me. Please explain

Leonardo's route: I'm going to drag you around the city and have you help me with things

You: please just let me be depressed in the mansion

Leonardo's route later: I've really been enjoying our time together

You: please just let me be depressed in the mansion.

Just let her do her thing. She wants to go back home with no strings attached. Make sure she doesn't try to kill herself but please don't drag her along against her will.

Arthur's route: you're a pretty little thing

You: touch me and I will scream and bite you myself. Never speak to me. Don't even perceive me.

Arthur's route later: so it all started when I was a wee lad

You: didn't I tell you to stop acknowledging me? I'm not interested in your trauma. I didn't even know who wrote Sherlock until I got here

Let be real. Most of us didn't actually know. We knew Sherlock didn't write Sherlock but we didn't know it was some crazy fairy man.

Vincent's route: you're really sweet and I think we should be friends

You: yes. Friends is nice. You seem very nice

Vincent's route later: so..I..um...I want to be more than friends.

You: learn how to have a negative emotion and stop acting like being sad is a bad thing.

The boy is honestly toxic. He's going to invalidate your negative emotions I feel it.

Theo's route: hondje! You saw my scar and so now you're going to work for me!

You: shouldn't I be the one trying to blackmail you??

Theo's route later: you're actually a really good worker and have a good eye for art. I like you hondje

You: so you like capitalism? Am I even getting paid? I didn't travel through a door just to run around the city and sell art work

I'll never understand how it makes sense that Theo thinks he can make her do things bc he assumes she noticed some random ass scar. WHAT'S WRONG WITH EVERYTHING LEARNING YOU GOT SHOT. YOU DIDN'T COME FROM THE FUTURE. THEY CAN TECHNICALLY LOOK UP HOW YOU DIED.

Why did I have a hard time coming up with one for Isaac. Ik that boy is problematic but why am I having issues

Isaac's route: HOW DONT YOU KNOW ABOUT *insert very complicated scientific theory*

You: I went to public school my dude. Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Isaac's route later: she's very kind and patient. Is this what love feels like??

You: IF HE COULD SHUT UP ABOUT HIS WORK FOR 5 SECONDS THAT WOULD BE GREAT

I know once I post this I'll think of a better one for Isaac. But oh well. Boy needs to let you talk about your day.

Dazai's route: you're so cute. I'm going to adopt you as my little sister

You: you're a little weird... But I guess this is okay

Dazai's route later: so I really like you, but I need to push you away and act like I don't care because it's what's best

You: I have been here for two weeks and you've tried to kill yourself 4 times. How did you think I could mentally handle that let alone want to date you, PLUS YOU KEEP CALLING ME YOUR LITTLE SISTER

He sibling zones you up until the very end. What kind of Alabama kink do you got going on, Dazai

Jean's route: I'm not sorry that I bit you. Don't talk to me, I don't want friends. No one understands me anyway.

You: if Comte doesn't beat your ass for biting me then I'll do it myself.

Jean's route later: I think I'm learning what love is. She's helped me with so much and I want to repay her

You: he bit me and never apologized or got in trouble. Why the hell would I ever be interested in him. He's treating life like a SURVIVAL GAME

I have many complaints about Jean. But my main one is the biting and him never getting in trouble for it bc he's the favorite child.

Will's route: you found and read my note book and now I have to keep an eye on you so you don't tell anyone that I'm using this information against them to possibly get them killed!

You: sooo...you aren't writing all of this because you have bad social skills and are just trying to better understand everyone because they are all from a vastly different time period than you? Thanks for telling me your plan.

Will's route later: so I've realized the error of my ways and I'm not going to do the deed any more and I hope you can forgive me

You: LET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN VILLA

Will became a little too obsessed. Oops

Comte's route: it is my fault that you are here, so I will protect you and take care of all your needs while you are here. You'll be the daughter I never had

You: thanks! I'll work around the mansion to pass the time and get to know everyone better

Comte's route later: I know I have pushed you away multiple times but I really love you and I want to spend centuries with you

You: I have seen how bad of a parent you are and I've picked up your dirty clothes off the floor I don't think this is going to work

Comte just keeps daughter zoning you and then is like "so I love you" IS THIS WHERE DAZAI GETS IT FROM.

Sebastian's route: every time you do something wrong I'm going to flick your forehead

You: do that one more time and I swear to God I'm slapping that grin off your face

Sebastian's route later: being with you is making me miss home and consider going back to our time. I would love to go back with you and spend our lives together back in Japan

You: there's so many reasons why this wouldn't work out and staying at the top: YOU TOOK SOME RANDOM PILLS SOME PRIEST GAVE YOU. Not to mention you didn't tell ANYONE you were dying

If you're gonna fall in love with me at least tell me you're going to die in a few months.

Also not going to do the trio in this moment. Oops sorry

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp Isaac #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp jean #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp comte #ikevamp sebastian

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Golden hour

Final chapter

a/n welcome to the final chapter! I'm extremely sorry for the wait but I hope the ones who still enjoy this will have fun reading regardless. Thank you for joining me on this journey. 🤍

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Azriel was sitting in his office. The night was in full bloom as he flipped through yet another stack of papers. He never complained about it. Work has always been something he has enjoyed. A way to feel useful and needed. A way for him to feel himself, even if what Azriel did, didn't paint him as the best of males. A strange noise, coming from the other side of the door, made him lift his head, and when the sound echoed through the room again with a frown on his face, Azriel stood up.

His foot landed on the floor with a splash, and the shadow singer dropped his gaze. His guts twisted as the ever-so-familiar golden substance came into his sight. Then panic set in, and the room seemed to close in on itself. As he frantically crossed the room, following the golden track, his brain went numb. And there you were. Spread out on the floor. Covered in open bites. Drained and lifeless. No. No. No. Azriel wasn't sure if he said those words out loud as he fell to his knees in front of you. Your face was twisted in pain, and it took a lot of self-control to not vomit at the sight of it. Azriel tried to lift you, but the moment he touched you, he heard your bones crushing beneath his fingers, and then your screams filled his ears. Screams so loud and was filled with so much pain that he thought someone was skinning him alive.

Azriel shot up, breathing heavily as sweat dripped down his body. Ever since the events in Autumn, his nightmares had shifted. He no longer dreamed of his father's abuse or his hands being burned. No, he kept seeing you die now. Over and over in more than one way. If not from someone else's hand, then from his own. If he thought that his previous nightmare was rough, well, he sure had the Mother laughing at him now.

To the feeling of your hands running down his back, Azriel flinched. But the kisses you left on his shoulder slowly brought him back to reality, and he let the warmth of your shin slowly wash the crippling fear away. The first time it happened, you offered to take the dreams from him, but Azriel knew what that would mean for you, and he wasn't going to let you repeatedly see yourself dying over and over again.

"I'm fine," the shadow singer muttered, bringing your hand up to his lips before kissing it softly a couple of times. You let out a sigh. Fighting with him was pointless. Same as trying to make him talk about it. You knew what he dreamed of, but... Moving closer to your lover, you nestled yourself on his lap and said, "One night, please, let me give you one night of sleep." The last week or so had been insanely hectic. From you being kept under close watch to Rhys going out of his way to keep you under so many shields, at times it was hard for you to even feel Azriel. Then Madja didn't let you move for a good portion of that time. Your body was weak. You were weak. So weak that shifting out of your full fairy form wasn't an option. Yet that you cared about the least. Plus, it was quite interesting to watch Azriel inspect your wings. He'd spent more than one evening drawing shapes in the vibrant patterns on your wings. He had called them a masterpiece. But your heart was mostly heavy with all the people you had left behind in the Autumn. Their lives now depended on you and you alone. You'd been nothing more than a coward. You wanted to help solve it all, but Rhys had politely asked you to step aside while he handled everything. And with the problems, you had already brought them you didn't fight his choice.

"You're weak, love. This can cause more...", "Azriel, you babying me won't help me, please." You knew that his silence as you two laid down wasn't him agreeing to your proposal, but you waited till the spymaster drifted off anyways, before you slivered into his unconsciousness. When Azriel stirred late the next morning, he found you sitting with your legs up to your chin next to him as you started at the wall. In the same way, he had shivered at your touch in the night, his warm embrace sent you trembling as well. You smiled as you softly caressed his cheek, "Morning, handsome," but Azriel didn't return your smile, "You did it, didn't you?" Lying was pointless; even if you pretended that you only shifted the dream, it wouldn't help the case, so you nodded your head and said, "And I'll do it again if I have to."

Azriel pulled you closer to him by your hand. Even if the spymaster rarely left your side now, you two have hardly been spending quality time together. It felt wrong for you to feel sad about that, considering everything that was going on, but you couldn't help it. You tilted your head up so you could look up at him. Carefully nuzzling into his embrace. "You're thinking loudly," Azriel snickered, but you couldn't bring yourself to giggle alongside him, "Y/N?". Damn all of the shields you tried to put on yourself. With a sigh, you moved away from the shadow singer. His confused eyes watching you.

"Rhys sent a letter", Azriel's expression didn't change as if he couldn't pinpoint why that would be a bad thing, "He wants to talk to me alone", "Reason being?", you just shrugged your shoulders. When you had made somewhat of a recovery, Rhys had you questioned about working for Beron. It didn't seem like he had anything against you. But then again, you understood why he would be suspicious of you. His name was on the list of people Beron wanted you to watch. "Well, you're not going alone", "Azriel...", you whined. The shadows singer sat up quietly, "You and I", he gestured at the two of you, "We handle and do everything together now," he said. "Will you be joining me in the bathroom?", you cocked your head to the side and grinned. Azriel only rolled his eyes at you, "Whatever he wants, he can tell us both."

To say that you were worried would have been an understatement. And the fact that Rhysand's face was unreadable also didn't help the case. But you were thankful that at least he did not comment when Azriel stepped into the room after you. "There will be a trial. Most of the high lords agreed that camps and what was done to Y/N had violated quite a handful of rules", even the mention of it made a shiver run down your back, and Azriel instantly took a hold of your hand. "Beron is most likely to be executed, but Eris. Eris and Lucien they need to serve in Autumn", that part didn't surprise you. Eris always knew that no matter what dirty things of his father that he participated in, he would always have immunity. He wasn't afraid to show it off. Hence his behavior that involved you.

"That is bullshit", Azriel murmured through gritted teeth, "They will be punished but there's no final decision as to how". Rhys was calm, yet there was something beneath the surface. You felt another tingle run through you as you spoke, "That's not it; I can feel it." You instantly could tell that this was the part that the high lord wanted you two to discuss alone. This was the reason why no one, especially Azriel, wasn't supposed to be here. "The lords want to use your power to break down whatever Beron had going on and track down his allies," Rhys said after taking a deep breath.

Azriel tensed instantly at the sound of that, his eyes darkening as he gaped at Rhys, "Use? Use? You're not going to use my mate." You pulled at his arm, making sure that he wouldn't jump at Rhys. "This is mostly because Y/N had been tracking them", "She didn't do it for fun", the shadow singer barked, narrowing his eyes as he leaned forward. "I know, Az," but the spymaster only shook his head and asked, "Do you? Because you're backing them, Rhys." You knew very well that the tension was going to rise once Beron's plan to take down all the high lords using their biggest fears against them came out. All in all, you knew you could be sentenced to death yourself. But you've been twisting the truth, telling Beron stuff that wouldn't be enough to break down courts. That had to mean something, right?

"No, the answer is no, Rhys, and if anyone has an issue with that, send them my way," Azriel roared, already pushing you behind him. "Az," you said in a worried way. Hands slowly ran up and down his back, hoping to calm him down. But they were all up in one another's faces, snarling at each other. "You don't give me orders, shadow singer," and you could tell that Azriel was going to launch forward, so you pushed yourself in front of him. Attempting to put as much distance between the two brothers as possible. Step in before both of them say things they regret.

"I would agree, but I can get stuck in Beron's mind; he knows how to trap me," you said quietly. Eyes glossing up as you thought about all the times he had toyed with you to his delight. Azriel's arms pulled you closer to him at the sound of that. "No, Rhys, please," the spymaster muttered. Now it wasn't anger; it was panic that flooded his eyes. Shear panic on having to go through the fright of losing you. He didn't want to step away. He didn't want to put you in harm's way. You've been through enough. Been used enough. Used and abused. Rhys knew this. Knew this very well himself. His shoulders sank, "I'm on your side. I'll do all I can so that she wouldn't have to be a part of any of this".

The high lord reached for your hand, giving it a light squeeze, "Maybe you'll share your memories with me, and I'll just show it to them as proof." You nodded your head slowly. Even if you didn't want to relive it all, you didn't want them to be able to get out of this with no consequences. After some time, Feyre emerged to steal you away for a final cup of tea before you two went back to your tiny home. A decision you both made a couple of days ago. You needed a bit of privacy and a chance to process everything together.

Before Azriel stood up to leave as well, Rhys caught his hand and said, "We will protect her, I promise." Azriel nodded his head before embracing his brother in a tight hug. The realization of how long it's been since they shared a moment like that hit him, hard. "She came to me that night because I was having a nightmare," Azriel said, his voice barely audible as the males separated. "I've been having them for a long time but... I was ashamed and said nothing", Rhys's eyes filled with sympathy, "Azriel, you should have...", "I know but it made me feel weak".

Silence fell over the room for a minute, and then Rhys draped his hand over his brother's shoulders, "She changed your life, and I'm kind of glad that you two went against my plan to separate you for the time being." Azriel let out a low chuckle. "But know that we would never think you're weak. You have a worrier's heart," pressing his hand to Azriel's chest, Rhys clapped his hand on the leather a couple of times. "We support each other as a family and we fight as a family, brother", Azriel nodded his head at his high lord's words. Now, it was only Cassian that he had to tell all of this to. And then the weight would be off his shoulders.

The flight back to your house felt almost nostalgic, and as you both landed in front of the now infamous door, you couldn't contain a smile. It looked just like you had left it as if nothing had happened in the past couple of months. "After you, my lady," Azriel chirped as he unlocked the door, but your eyes drifted to your garden, which in its untended state had almost all died down. Azriel's eyes followed, "Hey, we'll regrow everything", "I know it's just sad," you said as you stepped through the door and into the house.

"We can go to the market to get you some seeds, and I bet we need things to make food for tonight," you hummed as you dusted off the table before placing your cloak on it. Eyes fell on the blanket bed that was still on the floor in the middle of the living room. "Would you go out into the city with me?", "What kind of question is that?" Azriel looked at you all confused, "Well, you don't strike me as a male who would just walk hand in hand with me." Azriel rolled his eyes before coming closer to you, kissing the side of your head before he spun you around. "We could dance through the streets if you want," he said, and you let out a giggle as he shimmied his shoulders a couple of times. You two just stayed in each other's embrace for some time in complete silence. Silence until your stomach grumbled with hunger.

"Maybe you go out to buy some stuff and I and sprout can start on making food", Azriel's eyes wrinkled again, "Who's sprout?", had he missed some creature you grew here? Or was it a person? But you just pointed a finger behind him, making the spymaster turn that way. Not far from you two flouted the shadow that had been by your side at all times.

"You named my shadow?", you only nodded your head, and the little ball of darkness instantly edged closer to you. "Oh, no, no one else is getting named," Azriel shook his head as more of his shadows rushed to you. But the balls of darkness didn't seem to listen as you lifted your hands so they could dance all over you. "It's okay, we won't tell him," you whispered to them, knowing full well that Azriel could hear you. The truth was that Azriel loved it. Loved that something so deadly that was supposed to be scary was so loved by you. As if his most damaged side was being loved by you the most, "I'll pretend I didn't hear it." You giggled, moving into the kitchen to start working on the shopping list.

Humming under your breath, you mixed the stew that was cooking in one of the pots. Azriel had come back not long after you two separated, giving you just enough time to clean up the house and get the fire started. With him now sorting through your books, you were left to finish making dinner. It felt homely and safe. For the first time in a while, you both had no worries on your shoulders. Even if it was for just one evening. It seemed like the biggest gift.

"It smells so good that I need to control myself to not drool all over," Azriel said. His warm hands sneaked over your middle as he inched closer, careful not to hurt your wings. You leaned into his chest, closing your eyes as his warmth seeped through your much cooler skin. It was a delight to soak in his warmth. Noticing that Azriel ran his hands up and down your arms "Get the table ready; we'll be able to eat soon." With one last kiss to the top of your head, Azriel moved to pull out two bowls and some plates for the roasted rosemary-honey potatoes that - he was convinced without even trying - were going to be delightful. Noticing a couple of candles on the other side of the room, the spymaster was quick enough to place them in the middle of the table before lighting them.

You emerged from the kitchen carrying a still-sizzling tray. "Do I have to warn you not to touch them yet?" you teased the male as you turned to him. Azriel was already licking his lips. But he only shook his head, moving to walk with you back into the kitchen so he could pour himself some stew, but you snatched the bowl out of his hands. Azriel frowned slightly.

"Go sit down", your eyes met him for a moment, and you could tell without needing to place your hand on his chest that Azriel's heart had started beating rapidly, "Love..?", but you just smiled at him before pushing him out through the door. Those couple of minutes of waiting for you to come out with the food had been rather nerve wreaking. So many thoughts were running through his mind. Yet Azriel tried to hold himself together. Sprout flew through the doors first, nuzzling against Azriel's cheek before disappearing into nothingness.

And then you came out the door. You had the biggest smile on your face, carrying a much larger bowl than Azriel had brought out for you two to eat from. "If I'm not mistaken, I need to make and offer for your food, right?" Azriel's eyes went big. You two had decided to wait before accepting the bond. He wanted you to be sure. To be well and recovered. To give you enough time to heal. It didn't mean that Azriel wasn't craving to finally have it fully snap into place. But maybe this wasn't at all what he thought it was. "What are you doing?" he mumbled, his eyes searching yours as you placed the bowl in front of him.

"I made you my favorite stew with lots of love, and I want us to finally accept the mating bond." Azriel's thoughts were all over the place as he kept on looking at you and the food in front of him. "I want you, Azriel; it's been you for so long. I want to finally make my heart your home", the spymaster reached for your hand pulling you closer so you could sit on his lap. Embracing you in his arms, "This feels like a dream, I'm so scared I'm going to wake up, and you'll be gone", he murmured, pressing himself closer to you. Those thoughts hunt him often, at times the feelings that flouted through him, simply felt too good to be true. Like in a blink of an eye, you'll disappear. Vanish, leaving only a memory.

"But I am here, and I'm yours", you said softly, combining your fingers through his, "Now, would you please take a bite, my mate?" Smiling from ear to ear, you watched as Azriel picked up a spoon with slightly trembling fingers. Right before he took the first bite, he turned to you, pressing his lips to yours in a rather messy kiss. It felt as if all of the world's sounds felt brighter. Like every sound and smell was sharper. The golden thread between you started to glow, and like a crashing wave on the shore, the feeling of Azriel's presence flourished inside you. Tears picked up the corners of your eyes as you pressed yourself closer to your lover's chest. It felt so overwhelming to feel him. Fully feel him. Azriel had to close his eyes for a moment, but even that didn't help as the tears rolled down his cheeks. You were here in his arms. So near, and only his to care for and love.

Looking down at you, he couldn't contain a giggle: "You're glowing again," and indeed you were sparkling like the brightest star during the Starfall. "Can you blame me? I'm officially mated to the most handsome male in the whole court," Azriel let out a deep belly laugh before leaning closer to you, "I love you so much. I'll love you till the end of time. Through all the golden hours and cloudy skies," Azriel muttered into the crown of your head, leaving kisses in between his words. Smiling at him, you gently wiped away the tears from his cheeks before leaning in to kiss him yet again. As mates now. As two hearts who, from now on, only beat for one another.

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All acotar writing: @brekkershadowsinger @cityofidek @baebeepeach @lucyysthings @hideing @urfavbrunettebish @historygeekqueen @marina468

This series: @moonfawnx @piceous21 @are-y0u-sirius @fall-myriad @hanasakr @j-brielmalfoy @harrylines

#azriel x reader #rhys x reader #cassian x reader #acotar imagine #azriel x you #acotar x reader

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cunninghamchrissie · 1 year

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what about…. chrissy shyly admitting she’d like a tattoo, something small and classy (nowhere her mom could see it of course) and eddie excited as hell about it and giving her ALL the details of what it’s like and all his ideas for what would be good on her <3

"is it gonna hurt?"

eddie tries to suppress a smile. chrissy suddenly brought up the idea of her wanting to get a tattoo and has been asking him a million questions about it.

he doesn't mind, and is more than willing to answer them all, but she's just so cute when she's curious, he keeps wanting to reach across the couch and kiss her.

"no more than falling from a cheerleader pyramid and twisting your ankle," he answers, and chrissy nods, remembering her junior year injury, but still looks a little unconvinced.

"besides," he continues, "i'd be there to hold your hand and distract you with my charm, you'd barely feel it."

he gets a giggle out of her with that, and she visibly relaxes.

"do you really think it would suit me?"

"a bleeding skull with a snake coming out of its eye right on your chest? absolutely."

"eddie!"

he slacks his jaw, feigning surprise.

"that's not what you want to get?"

chrissy rolls her eyes affectionately at him, and he reaches over to fiddle with her hand.

"i was thinking maybe... an angel wing, or a fairy."

eddie's face is gonna split open from smiling so much. how is she so fucking cute?!

"i think that'd be perfect."

the next day, eddie's going around calling all the indianapolis music scene people he knows so he can find the most reputable tattoo shop, those places that charge a fortune just because they can. he'll even face more bullshit jock parties and jack up his prices to sell more of rick's stuff, if he has to. there's no way he's letting chrissy get inked in scotty nelson's shithole of a trailer. it's a damn miracle his arm didn't fall off when the bats got infected back in '84.

in the end, chrissy decides to go with the angel wing on her hip bone, hidden enough so that her mother won't see it, but visible enough to eddie that he pants like a damn dog every time he sees it (or remembers it's there, and that he's the only one allowed to see, touch, kiss, bite it).

#ask #hellcheer #eddissy #edissy #munningham #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #mine*fic

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griefabyss69 · 9 months

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Skipping into your asks to suggest "thirsty daydreaming" as a prompt 😌🖤

Will someone PLEASE get Eddie a drink of water?

[Drabble request series on ao3]

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1.8K words - Steddie - Rated: E

Contains: Eddie fantasizing about Steve, weed mention, post-vecna recovery, masturbation, the most evilest thing of all (doing the dishes)

Eddie's always had an active imagination, one that sometimes lays a dreamlike haze over his daily life, makes things more interesting – and bearable – as he does mundane shit like drive to the grocery store or do his dishes.

Scrubbing away at the dried food instead of letting it soak because he's impatient and knows if he walks away and he'll forget about it all for a week.

So he scrubs and tries to let his brain soothe over the way he wants to climb out of his skin at how utterly boring this is, how much he just doesn't want to be doing it, a stinging poison in his chest as he washes and rinses.

The music in the background is good enough to be playing but not enough for him to sing along to it, and for once he feels like keeping his mouth shut anyway.

He tries thinking about this like some kind of mission, a task he needs to complete for a party of adventurers, or even something he needs to do to get the antidote to the very poison it's injecting him with.

It doesn't really work, nothing catching in his mind, slipping further away the harder he tries to conjure up some fairy tale shit, and even the thought of a handsome knight begging him to save The Kingdom with his awesome dish washing skills isn't really doing anything for him.

He sighs, rinses another plate and sets it in the rack, glancing around the kitchen. It's new, just like the rest of the little house, and he's glad to be here, grateful in the way he's had to be because he survived a horrible death, but.

The mundane shit is even more like pulling teeth than it ever had been before, and he wishes he could still function when he's high. His weird injuries have left him prone to couch lock more than ever, and while that's great for when he can spend his day focusing on pain management and eating a whole bag of chips in one sitting, it sucks for when he has to do stuff.

Usually Steve's around to kind of… not necessarily do things for him, or even help much, but he comes to hang out. And at first he had been helping, because you can take the boy out of scouts but can't take the scouts out of the boy, or whatever it is Robin had said that had made Steve's ears turn a pretty red.

But usually Steve's here and they talk and make fun of each other and have stupid arguments and it's fun, and at this point in the afternoon Eddie would be daring him to eat the weirdest combination he could find in his fridge.

He sighs, sets another plate in the drying rack.

This isn't forever, and he'll get stronger and shit. Then he can get high enough to inoculate himself against the agony of Dishes Poison and he won't have to admit to himself that he misses Steve, even though it's only been like two fucking days since they hung out.

It's just that Steve is easy to be around, doesn't really drain him the way that hanging out with other people does these days. Maybe it's bat-bite rabies or maybe he just has that kind of personality, but he knows when Eddie needs a challenge and knows when he needs to get flung straight off the Earth into the stratosphere so he can finally catch a wink of rest.

And like, Eddie's always been a visual guy.

An auditory guy too. Tactile, gustatory, and whatever the nose one is – smell o'rama kind of guy also. But Steve is one of those people that's so gorgeous he makes you feel like you're sinking into a hot bubble bath on a cold day, and his hands tend to leave hot little brands where his fingers linger on people's skin as he helps them settle down into a chair when their stupid legs give out over nothing.

Well, probably not everyone's. Eddie's smart enough to know why Steve's hot touch sticks to him, as innocent and helpful as it is.

A pretty guy with pretty hands, warm and big on his waist as he braces Eddie while he's trying to do one of the complicated stretches that the physio people gave him… God.

Eddie bites his lip, staring down into the sink.

Yeah, his mind can hook onto that.

He thinks about Steve hanging out, offering to help with other things, like perhaps the boredom that itches along his nerves while he does the stupid fucking dishes. Instead of trying to make him laugh in one breath and insulting him – making him laugh harder – in the next, it'd be his hands.

Eddie imagines asking him – or no, Steve would offer, able to read him so easily sometimes - and Steve would come up behind him, rest his chin on his shoulder. He'd move his hair out of the way so his breath would be warm on his neck, over the shell of his ear, and he'd start talking about his day or something that isn't too hard to follow.

And Eddie would tilt his head, give him more of his neck to work with as he expertly and efficiently works through the dishes, not fumbling them even when Steve's fingers tease at the hemline to his shirt.

Steve would say something like "Let's see how quickly you can do those" or "If you get them done in fifteen minutes I'll blow you", turning it into the kind of game that Eddie finds utterly useless when he's by himself. But if Steve said he'd blow him, he'd have the dishes sparkling and stacked in five.

He pauses, hand clutched around a soapy mug, a shiver running through him as he imagines Steve's fingers pushing up under his shirt, ghosting carefully over his brand new scars to play with his nipples, light and teasing while he tests him out.

"Fuck," he mutters to the empty kitchen, rinsing the mug off.

His dick is getting hard under his sweats, no underwear today because laundry's still hard for him sometimes and he forgets to do it when he doesn't have a set schedule anyway, so he's like, conserving his clean clothes. The tent he's starting to make looks stupid, but it's not like Steve's actually here to notice it, and if he was here, he'd either be swallowing mustard and peanut butter at the same time or he'd be easing Eddie's sweats down his legs anyway.

He lets himself zone out, hands working without him as he goes to a whole other place, a version of this universe where Steve's eager to get his hand inside Eddie's pants.

To get his fingers on his dick, grip him lightly as he teases his foreskin, playing with the part under his head that always makes him jerk in his own hand. Steve would find out where he's sensitive and use that relentlessly, he'd make him continue with the dishes as he plays with him, laughed at any little sounds he was able to pull out of him.

There's just silverware left, because Eddie's not fucking cleaning the pots and pans like this. He starts to rush through them, his dick quickly taking over all of his attention as he drops the same spoon like five times. He just has to finish this and then he can go collapse into his bed and pretend that his pruney fingers are Steve's after a couple hours in his pool.

God, Steve's pool.

He'd make Eddie stand shirtless in front of him while he rubbed sunscreen all over his back, apparently essential for his scars, if not just to keep him from getting the same nasty sunburn he tends to get every summer.

Steve's fingers would dig in firmly to make sure it's all rubbed in well, and even if it hurt his scars it would still get Eddie going, make him hard in his trunks before he can even attempt to keep things soft. Steve would know what he's doing as he makes Eddie pull his hair up off of his neck so he can rub more sunscreen in, thumbs rubbing tight circles into the sore muscles there, sliding forward to tease just behind his ears.

He'd laugh at the sound Eddie would make, bring his hands down to grab his ass – a fork slips out of his hand as his hips jerk forward, accidentally pushing his dick against the counter.

Fuck. Keep going.

Steve's hands on his ass, grabbing hard, his hot breath beside his ear telling him how he wishes he was naked so he could really dig his fingers in, maybe get his tongue in there.

Eddie moans, the sound embarrassing even though he's home alone, and he has to stop what he's doing to just breathe through the hot pleasure building in his gut. He knows Steve has a reputation for going down, but he doesn't think he'd go down on Eddie, even if a miracle happened and he wanted to jerk him off.

The reality check doesn't do much to help him, a dizzy pounding in his head taking over as he gets so turned on that he just. He has to stop.

He pulls the plug out of the sink and rinses his hands off before heading to his room, not bothering to dry them, just shuts his door and trips his way out of his sweats, landing on his bed in a way he knows he's lucky didn't hurt him.

"Fuck, please," he groans, his wet fingers feeling sublime against his dick.

Steve's tongue, pressed against the rim of his ass like in that one skin mag that changed his fucking world, his big hands spreading him open wide so he could get in there - Fuck!

He gets his forearm over his eyes, keeping the hand on his dick in place as he starts to thrust up into it, the image in his mind changing as he imagines fucking Steve on one of his fancy pool chairs. He'd feel so good under him, hair and skin and so tight and wet -

Eddie chokes on a moan as he cums, his hand working to slap down into his pelvis as he thrusts up to meet it, hard and tight and fast as he wrings the pleasure out of himself, the last wisps of his fantasy floating out of his reach as his mind blanks out.

"Oh my fucking God," he mumbles, bringing his arm down from his face.

He's gonna see Steve tonight, and he's gonna have to act so normal, pretend he didn't just cum in under a minute thinking about fucking him, but honestly his only regret is that he got too horny to finish the dishes, and still has to deal with them.

Later, though. Right now he just thinks about Steve's mouth, how it'd feel pressing a kiss against his. A harmless little thing to ease his descent as he catches his breath.

#griefabyss69 writing #drabble requests #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction

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doodlesbf · 5 months

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If blind child is magical turned into a baby

A request by anon

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Time

Time is in full panic in his head, his baby turn into a baby.

He'll carefully and gently hold blind in his arms while blind coo happily in his arms almost make time crumble down both physically and emotionally.

Time will 100% tell baby blind stories while gently petting their hair as baby blind sleepy listening to papa time voice, time vows to himself to love his children baby blind,twilight but won't say it out loud

He'll have a hard time giving baby blind to anyone in the group saying baby's are fragile and delicate which is true but really he doesn't want to share them with the boys.

Warrior

He's very awkward and secretly panicking on how to handle a baby since he isn't trained to handle babies.

Likey let the more experienced members handle baby blind but will observe how they'll handle a baby or even slow learn to hold to correctly hold a baby

Wars ise his scarf as a sort of safety net for the baby blind while holding the baby blind with both arms, it's very awkward and he's tense that a knife can cut right through it

Wars does eventually rest himself seeing baby blind soft coos at him and he will whispered talk back to them

Twilight

Twilight likely the knows how to look after and raise a baby thanks to growning up with the ordain villagers.

Twilight is almost like a parent if anyone outside the chain but really he's the big brother

Twilight knows how to bottle feed babies even grin tease warrior too

Twilight as wolfie will keep baby blind warm and let them touch/feel his fur just to hear baby blind baby giggles *Twilight is prideful big brother and will do peek a boo to the baby blind just to see them smile and cute baby noises too*

Wild

Wild make the food soft and safe for baby blind to eat plus he looking up on his shikiah stale for food that baby can eat.

He'll gentle hold baby blind in a blanket that wrap around his chest so blind is safe and can easily use his arms to whatever he's doing.

Wild smile to the blind baby and will sing softer to blind baby a lullaby that belongs to his mother even tho he doesn't full remember her but it gives him such warm feeling.

Wild taken alot of pictures of baby blind to remember this or get rupees out of some of the chain members from but will save the favorites one for himself

Sky

Full on mother hen, no joke is straight mother hen

He's worry that the magic turning may have long-term effects or even causing blind problems if the magic wears off.

He'll wrap baby blind in his sailcloth as a baby wrap for their own protection and not leave them alone.

Time,twilight or warrior have to be the ones to get sky to clam down for baby blind sake but really baby blind fast asleep in sky sailcloth.

Sky will call baby blind his baby bird if no one stops him

Legend

Surprisingly he have experiences with babies like twilight, he even knows how old baby blind is that he'll make sure to tell the chain

He can actually hold baby blind since he couldn't hug blind when their normal size so this is his only chance

If legend hear baby blind softly baby cry because they can't sleep, he'll sacrifice his dignity and pride to turn into a bunny so the baby blind can fall asleep and yes it leads to bunny legend stuck being their hold onto but will bite anyone who try to wake the baby blind

Legend will sing lullabies to baby blind, he isn't a coward plus get him one step closer to becoming their favorite

Hyrule

1000% trying to figure out how to turn blind back to normal because the magic

Stress levels are higher than legend even legend have to remind hyrule to take a break or force him to hold baby blind

Hyrule hold baby blind while use his magic to try figure what how to fix them, baby blind try to find his hands because baby blind felt magic

Hyrule tell baby blind about his fairy sister and mother alot more and will chuckle if baby blind coo when he mention his fairy family

Four & Wind

Wind have some experience since he kindof help raise his sister with his grandma

He's very very careful with baby blind since the chain are breathing down his neck and will be by baby blind side til they return to normal, he's protective too

Wind the one to steal warrior scarf so baby blind can feel the scarf more

Four experienced babies,kids at a young age too since he'll help a few people with young kids before and during his apprenticeship

Four like wild will hold baby blind and will not give them to anyone too, colors shine more in his eyes that they all felt overly protective of baby blind since they are very vulnerable

Four and wind will be protective of baby blind even during nap time, each will hold baby blind hands

#linked universe #linked universe au #blind child #lu wind #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wild #lu legend #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu four

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the-fiction-witch · 8 months

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Fairy P2

Media Pinnochio

Character Lampwick

Couple Lampwick X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Fairy Potion

Smut kissing/ nudity/ fignering/ eating out/ squirting/ full sex/ raw sex/

"Well, let's start simple" she cooed offering her hand I took it nervously and she led me inside the cave towards a small bed

"I uhh I may need instruction"

"Aww you're sweet" she giggled "But this is your test, your trial for the ingredients I can't tell you," she says

"Ohh, Alright then" I nodded

She lay down and smiled resting her hands on her stomach, I moved closer and gently stroked up her smooth leg until I met the small fabric of her panties I gently stroked the fabric hearing her let out a breath

"Is that okay?"

"I can't tell you" she giggled

"Right sorry-" I laughed I slowly tugged down the little panties and moved her legs up and wide so I could see her ... beautiful pussy, it was almost like she glittered. I sat on the bed beside her and gently stroked her skin around her, making sure to be gentle I pushed her skin a little to reveal her clit I licked my fingers just because I didn't want to hurt her and to make them warm for her getting a slight taste of her, it was like sugar. I gently began with little clockwise circles on her clit which made her smile widely so I continued getting a little faster until I caught her gasping hiding a moan "Is this nice?" I smirked a little

"I can't tell you" she blushed with a slight giggle

"But I can figure it out" I smiled rubbing a little more intense and I noticed how wet she was getting the wetness seemed to glitter and glisten "Do I need to uhhh collect-"

"No, that's not the-"

"Ohh that's fine" I nodded "How about this? would this help?" I smirked moving a little so I could slip a finger inside of her while I rubbed and that caused her to bite her lip "I'll take that as a yes" I smirked moving my finger slowly at first but gradually getting faster to match with how fast I was rubbing which she defiantly looked like she enjoyed as she began to moan quietly "A little faster?" I asked and she nodded "I thought you weren't able to tell me?"

she blushed hard

"I won't tell" I winked slipping another finger inside her and rubbing hard

"Ughh" she moans

I made sure to get faster which only made her wetter and more excited "Can I uhh can I touch whatever I like?" I asked

"Of course" she smiled

I smirked and bit my lip a little moving my hand up to grasp her breast "Fuck-" I groaned groping her breast rather hard as I kept my fingers moving to wind her up more and more until I hatched a plan I took my hands away and blew her a little kiss before moving to press a little kiss to her clit

"Uhhhh" she moaned so I quickly made sure to keep kissing her holding her thighs as she seemed to want to tighten them around my head I kept working kissing, licking and sucking causing her sweet moans "Ughhhh! ahhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she squealed her hand finding my hair often tugging and pulling on my hair, I smirked a little and slipped my fingers back inside her using them to intensely finger fuck her and she tightened her grip on my hair and she squealed arching her back and she squirted I quickly moved back but I wasn't ready I didn't have anything to collect it so all it did was dampen her bed

"Fuck!" I complained

"I uhh I should have-" she began gasping with sweat across her head

"It's okay, at least I know I'm worthy I suppose"

"True, I'm sorry lamp wick" she says

"It's okay, If it's all the same to you I'm happy to keep going and see if we can again?"

"Ohhh well if you want to lamp wick"

"Yeah I'll just uhh" I began I noticed an empty glass potion bottle on a table so I grabbed it and kept the bottle close at hand as I returned to kissing her clit

"Ughhhhh!" she gasps holding my hair tightly

I made sure to finger fuck her hard using three fingers now to make sure to keep the pleasure going, her squeals were far louder now which only made me work harder, I moved my spare hand away from her thigh up to her breast fondling it as I licked and kissed gently playing with her nipple as it hardened. She kept squealing and tugging on my hair I was a little worried about what to do but I knew what I wanted to do. I pulled away leaving her to gasp a moment before I undid my pants and gently stroked my erection "Would this help?" I asked

"I can't tell you" she giggled but widened her legs

"I'll take that as a yes" I smirked moving over her and slipping inside her

"UUughhhhh!" she screamed

"Fuck" I groaned she felt so good, like literal magic! I began moving back and forth quickly already over-excited myself it for a moment shocked me a little that I was currently fucking a fairy, I was inside her, and she was screaming for me which only made me enjoy this more my hands on her hips moving fast and hard listening to her screams until she suddenly grabbed my wrist hard and I felt her tighten around me so I quickly grabbed the bottle and pulled out and luckily I managed to get the glittering liquid "Thank you very much y/n"

"You're welcome Lampwick," she smiled

"Really, thank you" I smiled giving her lips a little kiss she smiled and happily kissed back

"You're very welcome, anytime" she giggled

I was about to get my pants and leave with my potion ingredient in hand but I couldn't help looking at her lying on her bed her wings behind her, her dress around her waist, sweat across her skin, a patch of her own glittery squirt on the bed, her body gasping.

"Would you be opposed to me staying little fairy?"

"Why?" she asks

"Always use a backup?" I suggested

"I don't know, wouldn't want you opening an apothecary using me as you're little producer"

"No no nothing like that, more just... I want to continue"

"Well, I'm sure we could form a deal"

"Go on?"

"If you smash the bottle, and don't try to collect again you are welcome to come back anytime you like and .. continue" she smirked leaning on her elbows

I thought for a moment, thinking of Millie that I did all of this for her to make her fall in love with me, and then it came to me just how creepy that was I was going to use a fairy potion to make her fall in love with me. Ohh god, that's really creepy when you think about it. And I didn't know anything about Millie I just know she's cute, I don't know if I'll actually like her. But... y/n. My little fairy likes me. and wants to spend time with me, and feels so good, and is so very beautiful. I didn't really need to think much longer I stood at the end of the bed "Deal, If I get to stay with you."

"Like I'm you're little fairy girlfriend?"

"Exactly like you're my little fairy girlfriend, we get to cuddle, kiss, and have sex, I get to stay when I come visit"

"I'll be your little fairy, agreed" she nodded

"Okay" I smirked dropping the bottle and letting it smash on the floor "Now where were we my cute little fairy?" I smirked climbing back into bed pushing her down and slipping back inside her

"Ughhhh!" she moans grabbing my neck and tugging me down to her lips.

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smut #thomas sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #lampwick fanfic #lampwick smut #lampwick imagine #lampwick

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rose-lizzzy · 10 months

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Shrub opens the door hurriedly when Gem knocks, and rushes her in. "Please help her." She begs, pulling Gem to her room where Katherine was doubled over in a chair next to Shrubs bed.

Katherine was leaning to one side, blanket wrapped around her, shaking, tears slipping down her face.

Gem hurries over "Oh my gosh." She turns to Shrub. "What exactly happened?"

The gnome fidgets, sitting on her bed, staring at the ground. "I went to the Overgrown to help Katherine." Gem opens her mouth but before she could speak Shrub continues. "I didn't fly. I walked, and took a break. I slept in the Overgrown and then helped clean it up. But Katherine offered to fly me back. And it was okay, but her wings must've given out....they're torn...a lot ....I dont know how to fix them...I tried but now she won't even let me touch them..."

Gem frowns. "Alright. I'll deal with you later." She bends in front of Katherine. "Katherine? Hey, it's Gem. Do you mind if I remove the blanket? I'm going to treat your wings."

Katherine whimpers out a small "..yes", and Gem slowly lifts the blanket.

She first sees that the wings are covered in bandages, healing potions leaking out and covering her back.

"Alright Katherine. I'm going to remove the bandages."

She hears a whimper of acknowledgement, and she slowly unwraps the bandages, trying not to shift the wings too much.

Katherine immediately lets out a yelp, her body flinging away from Gem, falling out of the chair.

Shrub quickly catches her, holding onto her tight. "Here, it's okay...it's okay Kat...squeeze my hands.." she mumbles, easing Katherine back into the chair.

The fairy quickly squeezes Shrubs hands, tightening, almost crushing her hands.

Shrub bites her lip, enduring the pain. Katherine was going through much worse.

Gem finishes taking off the bandages. "Alright Katherine. The bandages are off. I'm going to prepare a spell to glue the tears together."

Katherine nods hurriedly. "Please..." She mumbles

The wizard holds out her staff, and it glows light purple.

The edges of the torn wings glow, mending together.

Gem places a spell over the wings to encase them in a cast-like material, but soft enough to not hurt the wings.

"There you go...be careful." Gem gives them both a stern look. "I'll be back when things get better. And you both will get a good talking to about not pushing your limits."

Shrub nods, and Gem makes her way out while the gnome leaps and wraps her arms around Katherine, avoiding her wings.

"I'm so sorry." She cries, and the fairy rubs her back.

"no, no it's okay. It's fine, Shrub. It was on me. I pushed myself too far and tore my wings. It's okay....but..can I stay here..?"

Shrubs eyes widen. "Yes! Yes of course!! You can stay in one of my mushroom houses! I built them in case my people ever find me here, but it's probably taking a while, so you can stay!!"

Katherine smiles "Alright."

Shrub leads her to a large mushroom with a door. "There you go."

Katherine hugs her tight. "Thank you. I'm gonna try to rest, my back is aching." She laughs a little and Shrub hugs her back.

"Alright...I'll see you tomorrow..." Shrub smiles and hurries back to her house to sleep.

Katherine had a very restless night, trying to learn to sleep on her side or stomach. She usually slept on her back, however the second she tries she felt immense pain and discomfort, so she shifted.

#shrubnoth au #empires smp #shubble #shrub berry #empires shrub #xornoth #nature wives

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gnattyplayssims · 3 months

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1959 Pt2 - Jameson Reed

"Mizrahi? Any connection to the HCR?"

"I thought so but her father left Henford in the 30's. Lives in Copperdale now. Not rich enough to bother with a ransom. Sofia's practically useless to me."

"Sofia?! Why didn't you say so...She's the one we've been looking for."

"The kid with the cypher?"

"Not a kid any more."

Don smirked, "Not after I was done with her."

"She wouldn't know she has it, it's just a regular book to her, but there's no way she'd entrust someone like you with the information. We need someone to gain her trust."

"Who the plumb is this?"

"Don, meet Jameson Reed my most trusted agent. He specializes in undercover missions. He'll get the cypher."

"Forget it! She's mine, I don't part with my property for free."

"Oh don't worry, you'll be compensated. But you'll have to play along."

Jameson spoke for the first time. "Tell me a bit about this girl. What does she like?"

"Stupid fairy tales and her brat. Especially the brat. She won't shut up about her. If you swoop in like a fairy tale prince and keep the focus on the kid, she'll never suspect a thing."

Jameson Reed had settled into his mission a bit too comfortably for his liking. Getting married had not been the plan but it had been the only way to keep Sofia's focus on him like the sweet innocent dove she was. He'd kept her and the house bugged so he knew she was onto him.

"Going somewhere?"

"Oh um, Ava had a nightmare and Thomas was fussy...I was gonna make some hot chocolate."

"Ava hasn't had a nightmare in years and Thomas is a self-soother and doesn't like being held."

"Oh well, some hot chocolate still sounds nice. Would you like some?"

Jamal smiled that same smile that used to bring her such comfort and now sent a chill through her. "How bout you make some for you and Ava and I put Thomas back to bed."

"Oh...okay...thank you."

"Don't take long, Okay Baby?"

"Of course sweetie. I'll be right there."

Sofia yawned exaggeratedly as he entered the room but he pinned her to the mirror in the way that used to make her heart pound in anticipation...now it was pounding for a completely different reason. "What's going on with you?"

She removed his shirt, "What do you mean?"

He quickly undressed her pressing her against the mirror. "Don't think you're getting away with this."

"With what?"

"Using your body against me. I know there's something you're not telling me."

Her heart was pounding but not from his touch as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

Things steadily got worse as Sofia became more desperate to get her and the children out and Jamal let his mask slip more and more. He began nagging her about her duties as a wife and mother, working later shifts and berating her for not satisfying him the way she used to.

"I want a divorce Sofia, I already got the papers you just need to sign them." Hope filled Sofia for just a moment before he tore it away, "And I'll be taking Thomas."

"What? No! You can't take my son."

"He's my son too and I'm the one who can provide for him."

While Sofia crumbled beneath his words, Ava had a different approach. Seeing her mother pinned against the wall was too much and Ava snapped, biting his leg, chest and neck like a feral animal. Jamal finally pulled her off, yanking her off and tossing her back in the bedroom.

Jamal chuckled "You really are too easy. So weak you need a child to protect you. Don't worry, I won't break your pretty face like Don did. It'll be rather painless. Like drifting to sleep."

"Jamal please."

"I will say this for you, I will miss that pretty mouth."

Suddenly Jamal was pulled off her and she collapsed to the floor as someone forced Jamal against the wall. "Jameson Reed, you're under arrest for assault, attempted murder and purgery in 7 worlds. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you."

Jameson was escourted off the premises with only a little fight. The Detective dropped to his knees at Sofia's side. "Hey Sof, can you sit up?"

"Nikolas?"

"It's okay, he's gone."

"But...how?"

"You never did bother to ask about my degree...or my career. A bit rude honestly."

She groaned as he sat her up and her eyes fell on the bookshelves, "I think he's keeping someone in there. I don't know if they're alive. It's been months!"

"Ok. I'll check it out" He scooped her up

"The kids."

"Safe. Sofia you're safe now."

"No, he's just another nightmare."

Nikolas carried her to the bedroom. Past the wedding pictures he wanted to just tear from the wall. He found the bedroom and lay her on the bed before returning to the bookshelf. It didn't take him long to find the book that triggered the mechanism and the room opened.

Ava had come out of her room again and watched as the door swung open. "Mr Nik?"

"Stay there kiddo."

"What's in there?"

"That's what I'm going to find out." He stepped toward the door. "Alright Mr. Reed. What exactly have you been hiding. Something incriminating I hope."

Nikolas had expected drugs, maybe weapons, perhaps files on those he'd done deals with. But this was so far beyond anything he could comprehend. He wouldn't know where to start with technology like this and the jars lining the ceiling gave him an errie feeling.

"What are you?"

1960 Pt1 - Interrogation

#mizrahi legacy #dandy generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

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cheesewelsom · 1 year

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Put Alicent and Rhaenyra in a room together after Luke took Aemonds eye, and you know shit would go down.

Alicent wants to be over Rhaenyra but she can't, her heart still beats at the Rhythm of her- their old song, the song of children sitting under a crying tree, one girls head on the lap of another, while the other reads a story.

Alicent may not be sure of alot of things, but the way Rhaenyra looks at her, the way Rhaenyra's lilac eyes bore into her, tearing her open just by looking at her own brown ones, she knows that Rhaenyra knows her effect on her. Alicent wanting to harshly pull down Rhaenyra's iron shield just so Alicent could see Rhaenyra cry.

Alicent finds out that day that she doesn't even need to pull down anything.

Rhaenyra gives it to her willingly, the moment the words ' forever lost me ' Exited her lips, Rhaenyra's wide eyes make way on her face, then Rhaenyra lunges at her.

Rhaenyra on her knees, saying that she can't lose Alicent Forever, forever is a long time without the beautiful girl with auburn hair and honey eyes, Forever is too much, too long, to cruel to even say.

Rhaenyra wonders how Alicent could say those words, and be surprised when her reaction was anything but accepting? How could Alicent be so ready to make Rhaenyra lose her, her own life, her own heart and head, the woman Rhaenyra thinks about as she sleeps with others.

Rhaenyra hates Alicent, bite on leather and clothes, if she had claws, she'd probably rip Alicent's heart out so easily.. but if she had claws and did rip Alicent's heart out, she would preserve it, she would want to see it beat and then rip her own heart out to see of they beat the same..

Rhaenyra knows they do, but she wants to see them beat together, thumping, bleeding, red, moving at the same tempo together, pumping blood to their bodies as they bleed out. If Rhaenyra had claws, she'd make sure they both die, because if Alicent dies Rhaenyra might have as well threw her own life away.

And if Alicent did die of her own claws, Rhaenyra wouldn't be able to live with herself without eternal conflict, without everlasting hate, devastation and longing.. oh, all of them sound horrible, but the longing would be worse. Fueling the other two, Longing out take reigns and make her think of a better life with Alicent, she knew that it wouldn't happen alive or dead, but her head would make fairy tales, happy endings and fault stories.

It wouldn't be true, but she would make it until she was delirious of fiction and ignore reality, smoke would have to exit her lungs before she could say she wouldn't want a life of happiness, a life without Alicent.

So the begging is explained, the wanting, the tantrum, and Alicent looks at Rhaenyra with the most painful, heart wrenching face that would make childbirth look like a joke. Alicent feels a hole in her back, right where her heart is and feels it bleeding as Rhaenyra begs her to never say those words, to take them back. Rhaenyra on her knees, hands clasped together like a prayer, her begging feels like invocation rather than random babbles of words strung together.

It looks like a prayer because it is, Rhaenyra can't live without Alicent knowing she can't talk, touch, or see her. She can live with her and Alicent not being close, she can breath air with that kind of assurance.. but without seeing her? She'd have to go blind for that to even happen.

And it's not easy to blind a person who can ride a dragon.

She's not praying to any god, just a mortal woman who can actually do so much more. mortals pray to Gods for extraterrestrial help that won't even happen, because how can it? It never happened before so it won't happen now.

But Alicent is no God, she is mortal, and she can do what Rhaenyra needs. To be there for her, no gods come into play, no dragons enter the fray, no men can riddle their minds with jumbled pieces of clues that don't even work.

Just one mortal women, that can easily touch her face and say sorry. That's all she needs, that's all Rhaenyra begs her to do.

And she does it, and Rhaenyra almost faints out of relief, she hugs Alicent's waists and thank her like a mantra she is. Sacred.

Alicent see's Rhaenyra, hears her and her heart can not deny, that this woman would be the death of her. But a little fire and pyre would be worth it for just this moment.

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