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#until then though i will continue crawling across the ground making horrible moaning noises until my final two exams are out of the way
sneez · 2 years
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fairfax in 70s clothes because i think seventeenth-century men would love flares and incredibly loud shirts and questionable woollen tank tops. i don't have a better explanation than that i am afraid
#artwork#fairfax#puritan swag. the parliamentarian drip#i'm still mid-exams (which is why i havent answered my asks yet i am so sorry dear friends) so this has been my stress relief activity#it has been very effective! would highly recommend drawing historical figures in flares :-D#and belted jumpers for some ungodly reason. i looked at many 'top ten worst 70s outfits' articles in the process of drawing these#i must confess though i would wear 100% of these outfits. especially the first two he is making it work so much#to be honest i dont know if fairfax would actually wear any of these in reality but the whole cavalier/roundhead fashion divide is mostly#fake anyway (they pretty much wore the same clothes for the most part) so i like to think he would. he was a swanky guy#ALSO theres that one extant buff coat he owned which i have posted many times before which had pink silk sleeves so i am choosing to#believe that he would wear all of these. thats my opinion as a historian#anyway! i hope you are all doing well my dear friends :-D i miss you all very much#i am so close to being Fwee now..........i only have two more exams and my final one is on the last day of term so i am Almost There#i am absolutely exhausted though. i have five five-hour exams writing three essays for each and they are about as agonising as they sound#but this time next week i will be done!!! and then i will have time to draw more 70s fairfaxes (my purpose in life)#until then though i will continue crawling across the ground making horrible moaning noises until my final two exams are out of the way#eeueuuu. eueuuuuuuhh. eeeeuuuu. like that
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moonlit-jeno · 4 years
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hate sex + jeno
There’s probably going to be a dent in the wall with how hard Jeno slams you against it, his hands planted on either side of your head to keep you caged in. You let out a breathless giggle, grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging his mouth to yours.
It’s not gentle. Nothing about you and Jeno has ever been gentle. It’s always been backhanded remarks and hurtful taunts that led to Jaemin and Renjun having to separate the two of you before things escalated.
Jaemin and Renjun aren’t here now.
There’s no one to pull the two of you apart before your mouths bruise from the kiss, and there’s no one to stop you from biting Jeno’s lip so hard that it bleeds. You hum at the metallic taste, at the head rush that comes from Jeno growling. He pulls back and grabs at your thighs, grip so tight that there will probably be bruises. You can only hope.
He throws you onto the bed and you try to ignore the swooping feeling that comes with being manhandled. Your panties are wet and sticking to your folds at this point but you ignore it, you have to. You can’t be the first one to give in.
“I fucking hate you.” Jeno groans, yanking his shirt off over his head before crawling over you.
“Are you sure about that?” His cock is hard against your hip and you don’t waste the opportunity to drop your hand down to where he’s straining against his pants, squeezing harshly just to watch the way his body jerks. “Because I don’t think you do.”
Jeno looks at you with dark eyes. You can see his internal struggle as he decides whether to fuck into your grip or not, but it doesn’t take him long to rip your hand off of him and pin it to the mattress above your head.
“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll tell you a secret.” You whisper, shoving him back so that you can tug your shirt off. You pull him back to you with a firm hand on the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair with a grip tight enough that it makes his cock throb. He lets you bring your lips up to his ear, lets you bite down harshly at the sweet spot right under his jaw. “I fucking hate you too.”
That does it. Jeno slams you flat against the bed, tugging your jeans and panties off in one go. You drop your hand to rub at your clit, sighing at the wetness, and Jeno groans at the sight as he frees his cock.
It’s not gentle, how he pushes into you. It’s rough and raw and a little desperate. You don’t help that at all, fueling the fire with taunts and off handed remarks that just make him angrier.
“I shouldn’t even let you come.” Jeno growls. It’s not threatening, though, not with the way he continues to fuck into you. He hits deep and hard, brushing against your sweet spot perfectly.
You can’t resist a taunt. “Are you saying that now to save your ass later?” His hips stutter when you squeeze your walls around him and his head rolls back on his shoulders. “You know you can’t make me come so you’re just gonna say it was on purpose, hmm?”
The way his tongue pokes out from between his lips, the way his jaw clenches, tells you your goading is working.
“You’re such a fucking bitch.” Jeno pulls his hand back and slaps you across the cheek. Surprise etches across his face at the keen you let out, your back arching off the mattress. “Yeah? You fucking like that?” He does it again.
“I love it.” You pant out, words barely intelligible around the thumb he shoves in your mouth. You suck around the digit, looking up at him through lidded eyes. His chest rumbles with the moan he lets out. “Love it a lot more than I like you.”
Jeno can’t possibly get any more aggressive but he certainly tries. His hips slam into yours with a bruising force, the pace he sets almost inhuman. And it feels so good, feels so fucking good, but you can’t let him know that.
Or, you at least don’t want him to know that. He can probably tell how good you’re feeling by the way your back arches off the bed, the way your legs squeeze around his waist. His hair falls into his face and you push it out of his face, running your hand through the strands before using your grip to yank him forward. A choked moan leaves him and he falls forward a little, planting his hands on the mattress next to your head. He glares down at you. You smile back sweetly.
“You might be the one on top, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give it as good as I get it.” You pant out, digging your nails into his back and relishing in the hiss of pain he lets out.
Jeno doesn’t grace you with a verbal response. No, his response is in the way he pounds into you, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. You squirm underneath him as your orgasm fights it’s way to the surface, burning hot under your skin.
Your entire body locks up when you come, legs locking around his waist to pull him close, nails clawing up his back. Jeno hisses at the pain, at the tight squeeze on his cock, but it isn’t enough to make him come. He pounds you through your orgasm, not bothering to change the pace or slow down to let you recover.
That would be too generous, you suppose. Your relationship is based on insults and hatred, not exactly grounds for lovemaking. Still, that doesn’t stop your abused walls from clamping down on him, incoherent noises leaving you as you try to get him to stop.
“I thought you could take it.” Jeno snarls, grabbing one of your legs and bending it up towards your chest.
“I can.” You manage to grit out between strained moans and whiny breaths.
Jeno huffs a laugh, but it’s humorless. “Then take it.”
“I fucking am.” He bends your other leg up, using his grip on your thighs as leverage. The position has your muscles straining from the stretch, the angle getting that much tighter. Not that that’s what you needed- he already felt like he was splitting you in half. Now it’s only amplified.
“Take it better.” Jeno hisses. “Stop being such a whiny bitch and take my cock like the whore you are.”
His words shouldn’t make you feel as hot as they do. He’s breaking you down piece by piece and you worry if you’ll even be able to look at him by the end of this. You already know for sure that you won’t be able to walk.
Jeno props one of your ankles up on his shoulder and drops his hand to your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the nub that have your orgasm roaring to the surface. Your body seizes up.
“Fuck, no, I can’t.” You try to twist away from him but it’s no use. Pleasure has you mindless, reacting only on gut impulses.
Jeno doesn’t seem to care. “Take it.” Is the only thing he says, continuing to move with the same roughness as he forces your orgasm to the surface.
The second orgasm hits you too soon. There was no recovery time after the first one, no time to build it up. It hits you so suddenly that it’s almost painful, the pleasure crashing over you with no way out. Your eyes roll shut as it drowns you, bright lights flashing in the darkness.
Your head is spinning and you’re overwhelmed with the dizzying pleasure coursing through you. Jeno pulls out and your core clenches in a confusing state of relief and horrible emptiness. Your legs flop to the mattress and you curl into yourself, still panting heavily.
“We’re not done yet.” Jeno snaps, manhandling you onto all fours and swiftly slamming his cock into you. You scream and your limbs give out, all the sensations overwhelming you.
He shoves your face into the mattress like he’s expecting a smart remark, but that’s assuming you’re not fucked completely dumb. You’ve got nothing left to give except for moans that sound like they’re straight out of a porno and a few curses that lack much variety between them. You turn your head to the side and sob.
“Gonna come again?” Jeno taunts. You try to push yourself up to your hands and Jeno growls, the force of his thrusts increasing until your arms give out again, chest hitting the mattress. He smacks your ass. “Fucking answer me.”
“Yes!” You moan out, the sound muffled by the pillows, the taste of cotton filling your mouth. “Fuck, yes, ‘m gonna come.”
His hips stop moving, cock stilling inside of you. A few tears slip down your cheeks. “Oh? But I thought my cock was useless.” Jeno feigns confusion as if he hadn’t just fucked you within an inch of your life. You groan.
“I’m going to fucking kill- hah, shit- you.” Your threat lacks any force, your sentence breaking when he pinches your clit.
Another slap lands on your ass and you keen, rutting back against him on instinct. “There we go, baby. You wanna come, you gotta do it yourself.”
You throw out every curse you can think of as you fuck yourself back onto his cock. Your muscles are screaming even more than you are, and yet you can’t quite get the speed you need, can’t get the force that Jeno can deliver.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s waiting for. Jeno wants you to beg, wants you to stroke his ego enough that it makes up for all the insults you’ve thrown at him. Your core screams at you to do it, mouth open to deliver the sweet talk that’ll get your back blown out. And yet, your pride prevents that from happening.
Like you even have any pride left, after this. Jeno’s already seen you cry, already seen you moan for it like a bitch in heat. It can’t get any more demeaning than this, working yourself up on his cock while he sits on his knees, doing nothing.
Jeno pinches your clit again and you break, body curling in on itself as you sob. “Please, please, I can’t.” You beg, fisting your hands in the sheets to get over the embarrassment of begging. “Please just fuck me.”
“Oh?” He sound amused and you hate that you know the exact expression that goes along with his voice. “So you’re admitting you can’t do it yourself.”
“I’m not admitting shit.” You get defensive even though he’s technically right.
“Oh baby, I think you are. Come on, just admit that you’re nothing but a dumb little cockslut and I’ll let you come.” His words send your entire body aflame, not in anger, but in arousal. Your core squeezes around him as if to feel him better, to help satisfy the need to get completely fucked.
Your clit buzzes painfully and you drop a hand to rub at it, only to have Jeno pin your hand in place. You sob. “Jeno, please. I need it.”
He lets go of your hand to stroke your hair, gentle touches contrasting the nature of the entire evening. You let your eyelids drop, lean into his touch a little. A gasp is forced out of your throat when he twists the strands around his fingers and yanks, pulling you up so that you back is flush with his chest. His lips go to your ear and the proximity has you feeling his growl in the depths of your soul. “Fucking say it.”
“I need you to fuck me.” You cry out, whatever shreds of dignity you had left go flying out the window. “Please, Jeno, I need you to fuck me.”
His lips quirk up against your neck. “And what are you?”
You hate that he’s going to make you say it. Your eyes squeeze shut. “I’m nothing but a- your- cockslut.”
There’s not enough time to process anything between your words and Jeno shoving you back into the mattress, pounding into your fluidly. You cry out in relief, the orgasm that had started to fade away being stroked back to life.
The intensity of it has your eyes rolling and you arch into it, letting Jeno take what he wants from your body. The pleasure seems to build and build, sinking into your gut until it takes hold completely. You scream when it hits you, taking over every part of your body until the only thing useful left is your mouth, crying out curses and pleas and Jeno, Jeno, Jeno.
It must be what he was waiting for. You cry out his name and he barely manages to muffle his curses before he’s coming, spilling into your pussy. It leaves you feeling hot and sticky between the thighs but you find that you like it, sighing contentedly as you let the aftershocks roll through you.
Some of Jeno’s come spills out and you whimper at the feeling, squeezing your thighs shut. A large palm pried them open and then there are fingers at your entrance, pushing his come back into your pussy. You gasp.
“Fuck, Jeno, I can’t.” You squirm, trying desperately to stop him but lacking the strength. “It’s too much, it hurts-” He raises his eyebrows at you and presses his thumb against your clit, laughing at how your body jolts.
He fingers you to a lazy climax, one that has you gripping onto whatever you can reach, sucking and biting marks into Jeno’s shoulder to ground yourself. It sucks all the energy out of you, leaves your limbs feeling heavy and your head spinning uncontrollably. Your eyes only stay open long enough to watch Jeno stuck his fingers clean, a soft moan rumbling in his throat.
“What are you doing?” You manage to ask as he lays down next to you, wrapping his limbs around you. He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek.
“After sex cuddles.” Jeno yawns, pulling the blankets over your bodies. “We were able to tolerate each other long enough to fuck, I think we can manage to cuddle.”
You try to kick him but end up barely nudging his calf with your foot. “You’re so fucking weird, you know that?” “You’re insults are getting weak, y/n. Go to sleep.”
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korra-the-red-lion · 3 years
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Unnatural Affairs. Chapter 22: I’ve Got You
(Ally + Lyn + Michael)
Michael.
Ally always said that if a ghost ever knew what your true name was, it was a really bad thing. That’s why she insisted if we have to call each other during the banishment, that she was going to call me ‘Mike,’ a name I hated. However, I respected her caution when it came to these things and agreed to the horrible nickname.
Just now, when Kinkly bellowed our names, I felt my body seize up. My knees hit the floor with a painful thump. But before I laid down, my whole body started to convulse. I didn’t understand what was going on and it freaked me out. This whole experience has been one freaky thing after another, but I think this takes the cake.
Then, I noticed it. The amulets were glowing. Although it seemed like forever ago that she did it for us, but it must have been Katherine’s protection. With great effort, I turned my head to look over at her. The vein in her head was bulging out as I saw her mouth moving. Her nose was bleeding and when she caught me looking, she gave me a weak smirk.
“I told you it would protect you,” she said. “He’s a lot stronger than I thought though, so I need to stay focused.” She immediately when back to saying the spell words again.
I looked over at the other two to see how they were faring. Lyn’s whole body shook with effort as she forced herself to her feet. I’m not gonna lie, she looked absolutely terrifying right now. She was covered in grime and blood and the silver sword was equally as filthy. She reminded me of Kill Bill, but even bloodier. Ally looked exhausted but determined to finish this through. The daggers she was glaring at Kinkly were fierce. She also stood up, much to the killer’s surprise.
“How are you…ah.” His eyes narrowed when he noticed our protective necklaces. “So, you must be the cause of all this, then. I best get rid of you first, you stupid whore.”
My eyes widened as I shouted at Katherine to get away. Kinkly raised a lazy hand and the ground tore open beneath her. Katherine shrieked as she tried to get away from the skeletal hands that were grabbing at her. Ally tried to take a step forward, but her own leg got wrapped up in a rope of intestines. She screamed and stabbed at them with her knife, but it wasn’t making much of a difference as the tissues continued to regrow.
Lyn and I struggled against the gory restraints that held us in place. Lyn wildly hacked away with the sword, pieces of flesh and bones flying around. Finally, she got one of her legs free and tore the other one out with sheer power. Kinkly was laughing as he watched our struggle, which angered me. When Lyn grabbed me by the armpit, I cut away from my own prison as she pulled me out. But Kinkly had no intention of making this easy for us, as he made the ground open up like a mouth under our feet as well. I yelled as I felt something bite down on my legs.
“As much as I’m enjoying myself,” he said bored, “it’s time for you all to die.”
I wasn’t ready to die. I struggled and cried as I tried to get away from the floor that was eating me. I could hear the others crying and shouting as well. I felt guilty suddenly. My parents wouldn’t ever know what happened to their son. That was such a horrible thought. And Katherine, it’s my fault she’s even here. It’s my fault that she’s going to die. I shouldn’t have dragged her into this mess.
The floor shook violently suddenly. I was confused when I was shot out of the floor like a cannon. I screamed as I flew through the air and landed on one of the bone trees. My sudden weight and force caused the tree to collapse. I crashed to the floor with a sickening crunch. I cried out when I sat up, my arm broken. Lyn crashed beside me, the air leaving her lungs with an oomph! I didn’t see where the other two ended up.
“Michael,” Lyn gasped when she sat up. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head. “My arm…” I felt sick even thinking about, let alone look at it.
“Shit.” She crawled over to me. I had to try very hard to not recoil at the sight or stench of her. “Let me see it.”
She gently touched my arm, sending shockwaves of pain through my body. I winced with a moan as she grimly nodded. “It’s broken, but it doesn’t feel like a bad break. I’m not an expert though. Though,” she giggled a little hysterically, “we might not even be alive for much longer for it to even matter.”
The situation was not funny at all, but I felt my own laughter bubble to the surface. I giggled madly as I nodded, the tears rolling down my face. Lyn giggled one more time before she sobered up. She pulled me into a tight hug, her body shaking. I gave her a one arm hug back.
“You should stay here,” she mumbled into my ear. “Look for a way out of here.”
“I won’t leave you guys alone,” I said back. “I’m seeing this through to the end.”
Lyn pulled back with a lobsided smirk, only her eyes betraying her true fear. “Fine. Just be careful.”
I nodded determinedly.
She got to her feet with difficulty, her face pinched with pain. She helped me up and when we looked over to where the others were, something in my chest soared.
They had help.
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Ally.
When the floor had spat us out like a food it didn’t like, I was really confused. Grateful, but confused. When we hit the floor several feet away, I heard Kinkly growl in frustration. I sat up, blinking out my stunned state.
“Oh my God…” I heard Katherine gasp beside me.
I reached around until I found my glasses. I shoved them back on my face quickly and an involuntary gasp burst through my lips. Standing in front of us was Dahlia, but she wasn’t alone.
I could see the slicked back greaser hair of David. Jamieson’s floppy hair was recognizable from behind. Amelia stood next to Dahlia, her twisted braid tossed over her shoulder. Fiona and Fredrik stood side by side. Dahlia looked over her shoulder and smiled at me.
“Hello, darling. Sorry that we didn’t get here earlier.”
Tears sprung to my eyes. “I- you’re okay! I thought something happened to you!”
Dahlia nodded. “Something did. Kinkly figured out I had been helping you out and he dragged me here. But these two lovely people,” she waved her hand at the Moore siblings, “found me and freed me from the prison I was trapped in. I gathered the rest of them because I felt like it was time for them to get their payback.”
She bent down and cupped my face in her hands. “I’m not going to let him hurt you anymore, Ally. You’ve done a great job, let us handle the rest.”
I nodded and sat back. My whole body was exhausted. All I wanted to do was lie down, close my eyes, and not wake up for a very long time. I watched as all the ghosts approached Kinkly, different levels of hatred radiating off them.
Kinkly looked furious as they came into his view. He growled at them, “Why are you all here? I wouldn’t be here if I were all of you. You know what I can do to you all!”
“We’re very aware, Robert,” said Amelia quietly. “You’ve had too much power over us for years now. But one brave young woman showed us differently. She showed us that you can do amazing things, even if you are afraid.”
“She came back to talk to me even after how I treated her, and she made an emotional connection with me,” Jamieson sneered at Kinkly. “Ally’s courage is stronger than your manipulation.”
Fiona grasped Fredrik’s hand tightly. “Ally came back to see me even after you made Freddy attack her. She came back after you forced me to attack her. Ally is the reason why we’re able to come back here now and tell you to fuck off.”
Kinkly laughed. “You are all so dramatic! I should have figured out a way to kill your souls so I wouldn’t have to listen to this dribble.”
Dahlia stepped forward, her mouth twisted into a vicious grin. “Robert, you may have destroyed their bodies, but you never going to be able to break their spirits. These people…they are so amazing. I’m lucky to have known them this long. My life may have become boring since my death, but the past 3 months has been pretty interesting.”
Tears were running hot down my face. I didn’t realize the impact I had on all these people, these departed souls. The ground rumbled as the walls shifted around us. Kinkly was transforming into his monstrous form. His teeth grew into these massive fangs. His fingernails grew into giant claws. I realized with dread that the monster that Fredrik was is what Kinkly was turning into, only much larger and more dangerous.
Lyn and Michael ran over to us. I felt a tingling in my body when I saw the angle of Michael’s arm. I shifted to my knees and hugged the two of them. Lyn’s eyes flickered over before she reached over, dragging Katherine into the hug. She made a strange noise in the back of her throat when she did, but she didn’t pull away from the embrace.
“Are you okay?” Lyn asked, her grimy hand hovering over my face.
I took it anyway, my own hands pretty gross themselves. “I think so. Are you two okay?”
“Michael’s arm is broken,” Lyn’s eyes flickered around as she took everything in, looking panicked. “I’m pretty sure I’m okay. How about you?” she asked, her gaze falling on Katherine.
Katherine looked even more exhausted than me. There were dark circles under her eyes and there was a trail of blood from her nose all the way down to her chin. Sweaty hair was plastered on her forehead. At some point, her hearing aid was lost. She nodded slowly. “Just magical backlash,” she said, her voice a bit louder than usual.
Lyn nodded as she looked over at the ghosts who were fighting Kinkly. Her brows were furrowed as a flurry of emotions rushed over her face. “Are they going to be okay?”
“I hope so,” I said softly. “They’re doing this because of me.”
“How do we get out of here?” Michael asked, his voice strained with pain.
“I-I don’t know.”
We all jumped when we heard Kinkly bellow out in rage. The giant shadow monster smashed his hand into David’s chest, tossing the ghost across the world. Amelia shrieked as she was being crushed by his other hand. It looked like they were losing, and panic shot through me like an electric shock. I went to stand but my legs refused to listen to me.
“They need help!” I cried. Why wouldn’t my body listen to me?
“What can we do?” Michael asked, looking around.
Lyn looked between us. I could tell she was thinking of something because her expression turned stony. I squeezed her hand to draw her attention, and when she looked at me, I saw the determination in her eyes.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“Something really fucking stupid,” she smirked at me. “You guys are really wearing off on me, sheesh.”
“Lyn-”
She kissed my forehead before pushing herself to her feet. I didn’t notice that she had grabbed the sword again. I reached for her arm when I realized what she was about to do. She stepped back, her eyes shining wetly. She shook her head at me and pulled the amulet off. She ran over to where the ghosts were and said something to Dahlia. Kinkly smashed his arm into Fredrik, causing the young boy to fall to the ground. Dahlia glanced at me before nodding at Lyn. She disappeared and I saw Lyn curl into herself briefly before standing tall.
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Lyn.
It was a weird feeling.
I was aware of what was happening, but the actions weren’t my own. It was like I was watching a movie or something.
Kinkly was standing in front of me. I could feel my own fear and Dahlia’s as we faced the beast. The sword was held high as I felt energy coursing off my arms onto the blade. I raced over and ducked under his swinging arm, slicing a huge gash into his leg. Kinkly howled in pain as he kicked out. I danced out of the way and swung upwards, cutting his hand open. Blood sprayed out, covering me and the floor.
“You stupid child. You didn’t need to get involved,” he said to me, his eyes glowing like lamp lights.
My lips quirked upwards. “I didn’t, you’re right. But I couldn’t stand by and let you do this any longer, Robert.” The voice was mine, but the words weren’t.
I scrambled to the left when Kinkly launched himself forward, trying to take a chunk out of me with his teeth. I could hear Ally and Michael screaming at me, and I knew I needed to get into the zone. I focused on the fight, on keeping myself alive. The sounds disappeared all around me as I ducked under Kinkly’s legs and slashed his belly downwards. Blood splashed all over me, making my grip on the sword slippery.
I stumbled back when a pair of hands steadied me. I glanced back and Dahlia recognized this one as David. I nodded in thanks as he smiled at me. Half his face was missing, and his brains were exposed. I felt sick looking at him, but I had to focus.
Kinkly pressed a hand against the wound on his stomach. I don’t know what the weird glowing energy was that Dahlia was exuding on the sword, but it seemed to be hurting him badly. Her voice whispered in my head, “Lyn, darling. He’s starting to weaken. As soon as he is weak enough, his hold on this place will go away and you’ll be able to escape. Make sure you take the chance as soon as it presents itself, okay?”
Okay.
The other ghosts came to stand next to me. They put their hands on my back and I felt the energy filling me up. The exhaustion I felt before is now gone, my muscles twitching. I ran forward and yelled loudly as Kinkly’s claws brushed by my face. I ignored the pain and slashed the sword through his leg. He collapsed on his right side as his bottom leg fell to the floor with a wet plop. Kinkly roared as he tried to catch himself. I jabbed the sword into his gut and tore it upwards. Dahlia was viciously attacking him while he was weakened.
Suddenly the floor opened up again, but this time the hands grabbed at Kinkly. He screamed as he realized what was happening. “NO, NO! I CAN’T GO BACK THERE. STOP!!”
I stepped away, my jaw opened in horror from what I was seeing. Dahlia’s confusion was mixing in with my fear. Then the other ghosts slowly approached him, helping the hands drag him down into the floor. His screaming became more frantic and panicked as he got dragged down. Dahlia separated from my body, causing me to stumble forward in sudden exhaustion.
“You need to get away from here, now!” I was taken aback by how similar she looked to my dad. She shook me to get my attention and then shoved me towards the others. “Quickly, Lyndsey!”
I felt my legs moving on their own as I ran over to where they were. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or adrenaline that was driving me, but whatever it was, I felt like I needed more of it. My legs felt like concreate blocks were glued to my feet.
“Dahlia says we need to get out of here!” I explained as I hoisted Ally to her feet.
“Lyn, Jesus, are you okay?!” She gripped my arms tightly.
The whole place shook ferociously, causing us all to stumble around. “We don’t have time to talk!” I grabbed her hand, looking for an exit. There was another big shake, pieces of bones falling to the ground. Michael pointed with his good arm and shouted.
“It’s over there!”
Katherine led the charge as we raced to the opening. It looked like a tear in reality or something. It reminded me of something you would see superhero movie or something like that. I spared a backwards look to see that Kinkly’s head was the only thing remaining. He was screaming loudly as blood gurgled out of his mouth. There was a horrible sound of bones cracking in multiple places.
Quickly we all ran through the strange opening. A light blinded me as we passed through. I could hear the sounds of screaming all around us, could hear the sounds of people dying. Hands were grabbing at us, trying to drag us back. Katherine stabbed a hand that had grabbed a hold of Michael’s non-broken arm, making it very hard for him to get away. But just as quickly as the torture started, it ended.
The blistering cold air hit my face, and I fell to my knees in blissful relief.
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Ally.
I fell face first in the snow.
My chest was heaving from everything. We were out, and we were alive. I looked up at Lyn, who was covered in so much blood that it was hard to tell what was her blood and what wasn’t. I looked over at Michael, who was kneeling in the snow, babying his arm. He caught my eye and give me a tiny thumbs up. Katherine looked tired but mostly unharmed. She pushed her hair out of her face and fell back into a pile of snow.
“I told you it was going to be dangerous,” she muttered darkly.
I laughed, though it sounded a little manic to my ears. “Yeah, I guess you did.”
Lyn fell back to lay beside me. She ran a bloody hand through her bloody hair. “And good fucking thing I told you to wear pants, eh?”
“Whatever,” I chuckled. There was pieces of flesh and bone shard on my pants, and blood splatters.
Michael sat down and dropped his head into his knees. “I can’t believe that happened. I can’t believe we survived.”
“Don’t fucking mess with the Spook Searchers!” Lyn lifted her hand in the air.
I nodded weakly. My whole body felt like I got ran over by a truck or something worse. I just wanted to curl up and die. All that was supposed to happen tonight was getting rid of Fredrik, but instead we got rid of Kinkly. It was just unthinkable, but it happened.
“You guys need to see a doctor,” said Katherine tiredly.
“No kidding,” said Lyn sarcastically.
Katherine rolled her eyes. “Let me finish, asshole. But there’s no way you can explain all this. We’ll have to get cleaned up first.”
I turned so I was facing her. “Where do you suggest we do that?” Katherine shrugged.
There was a sucking sound that drew my attention. I tilted my head back and saw all the others walking though the same tear that we came from. They smiled when they saw me. I used Lyn to pull myself up so I could face them.
Dahlia knelt in front of her, her eyes shining with pride. She wrapped her arms around me, even though she was no longer physical. “You figured it out, Ally. You did such a wonderful job.”
I nodded, feeling a little numb. “Thank you,” I mumbled out, my words feeling clunky off my lips.
Jamieson ran a hand through my hair. Amelia gave me a hug as well. Fiona and Fredrik both kissed my cheeks. David tipped his head at me.
“What happens to you guys?” I asked, my face warm from all the attention.
“We can finally rest,” said Amelia, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
“That’s good,” I bowed my head into my chest. “I’m so happy for you guys.”
I lifted it slightly to watch them all pass through a different opening. It looked lighter, happier. I waved to them as they all walked into it, finally able to leave this place that had anchored them here for so long. I felt my eyes sting as tears welled up in them, but they never fell. I felt Lyn take my hand into hers, and Michael squeezed my shoulder.
Dahlia watched them leave, her expression hard to read. Once the opening had closed, she turned back to me and smiled. I smiled back, even though I could feel my heartbeat stuttering a little. An anxiety attack was building as things started flashing through my mind.
“Good job, darling. You deserve a rest.”
“I know,” I croaked. “What happened to him? To Kinkly?”
Dahlia’s expression got dark as she glanced away. When she looked back at me, she looked thoughtful. “Robert is gone, forever. What he said to you, about killing the others so he could live. That is something dark, something that no one should ever work with. The deal he struck was that he would feed the demon that he sold his soul too, otherwise his soul would be taken. He was going to kill just before exams, but you caught him in time.”
I raked my free hand through my hair. It was a lot to take in but at least it was over. I took a shuddering breath and nodded. “Okay. Thank you, Dahlia. I-I just need to rest now.”
“Take all the rest you need,” she smiled at me. “I’m sure we’ll talk again.”
She disappeared from view, but I knew she wasn’t too far. I took in my friends and felt grateful that we were all mostly okay. Now, to find a shower.
XXX
I was getting really used to the smell of the hospital.
We sat in the waiting room as Michael got his arm casted. Turns out I sprained both my ankles when I was trying to get away from the gore trap, so I had ACE wraps on them both. Lyn was mostly fine, just needed her hands wrapped and a bandage for her face. The nurse ensured it was shallow enough that it wasn’t going to scar, which made her sag in relief. Katherine sat with us too, even though we said she could go home if she wanted to. She had a bandage wrapped around her fingers and hands, but otherwise she was fine.
Lyn had brought me down before my anxiety got out of control. I was glad she did because I didn’t want to spend a night here. When they asked us what happened, Lyn said that we got into a car accident. Except there was no car we could use as proof. They didn’t ask to see the vehicle though.
I leaned my head on Lyn’s arm, and she trailed her fingers down my arm comfortably. The hum of the overhead lights was making me feel drowsy.
“If you told me this was how this term was gonna end, I would have thought you were pulling my chain,” said Lyn suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence. I glanced up at her, curious.
“But, in some super fucked way, I…it was good for me.” She paused, her look far away. “It really made me realize some stuff about myself. I’m glad that I met you and Michael. It was something that helped me grow as a person.”
I nodded, putting my hand on top of hers. “I’m glad I met you two too. I was so worried that it was going to be like high school all over again, and that you guys would just think I was the freaky girl. You really got me to open up and I’m glad that I’m learning to be okay with myself.”
Lyn gave me a lopsided smile, avoided the injured side. She bent down and kissed me deeply. I kissed back and cupped her cheek. I ran my thumb over her cheek as I pulled away. I was about to kiss her again when I heard Katherine snort beside us. My cheeks turned red as I sunk back down in my chair and Lyn’s ears turned bright red as she looked away embarrassedly.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, her face flushed as well. “I just…never mind.”
The three of us sat in awkward silence.
After a few agonizing minutes, I cleared my throat and turned in my chair slightly, so I was facing Katherine. She glanced up from her phone to show me she was listening.
“So, I guess you’re kinda like an honourary member of the team now,” I said with a grin. “Unless you want to be a full-time member. But there’s a bunch of paperwork to fill out.” I shot Lyn a look when she snorted loudly.
Katherine stared at me with wide eyes before she shook her in disbelief. “No offence, Ally, but tonight sucked,” she laughed. She stopped and looked thoughtful, tucking a strand a hair behind her ear. “Though…you guys are kind of fun to hang around. I’ll think about it,” she said with a small smile.
“Here I am!” said Michael cheerfully as the nurse walked out with him. He grinned as he held up his casted arm, the plaster a cheerful blue colour. “They said the colours were for the kids, but I ain’t basic.”
The nurse glanced at all of us with concern. “I really do think you should all stay overnight for observation if you got into a car accident.”
I looked down at my busted ankles, looked at Lyn’s and Katherine’s hands, and Michael’s arm. I smiled up at the nurse with the slightest shake of my head. “I know we look rough, but I think we’ll be okay. Thank you, though.”
The nurse looked like she didn’t agree with that, but she didn’t argue. Lyn pushed my wheelchair out to the front door and helped me get into the back of Talia’s car, who graciously drove us here. I squeezed in the back with Lyn and Michael. Katherine slipped into the front seat next to her mom and she drove us back to our dorms.
It was so dark when we got back onto campus. Katherine got out of the car and gave us all quick hugs to say bye. When we hugged, I felt that weird feeling that I couldn’t place again. I looked at her quizzically and she stared back flatly. Maybe it was just my imagination. She wished us luck on our exams and hopped back into the car. We waved to her and Talia as they disappeared into the night. Michael and Lyn both helped me walk as we headed to Michael’s residence.
Once we got there, Michael told us to wait a second before he ran inside. He came back a minute later with a big grin and a black permanent marker. I signed his cast with ‘Nancy Mars: Ghost Whisperer’ and my actual name. Lyn rolled her eyes when she saw but I could see the amusement in her eyes as she signed both her names as well.
We wished Michael goodnight and Lyn helped me hobble all the way back to my res. I wondered if Sarah would question my outfit change and wrapped ankles. I sighed when the building came into focus. I was ready for my bed.
“Therapy is going to be really fun for all of us,” said Lyn as she helped me inside.
“I’ve been going for awhile now,” I remarked, “but never in a group format.”
Lyn’s lip quirked upwards. “Well, I’ve gone like, twice, and it’s not fun. But yeah, going with you two crazy people? I’m sure it will be a riot.”
“Maybe they’ll give us a discount when we tell them we stopped a murderer.”
Lyn shook her head. “Not sure how we’re going to sell that one, since he died on us, you know?”
The memory flashed through my head, and I shuddered. “I’m not going to forget that anytime soon.”
Lyn nodded silently as we approached my door. I craned my head up to kiss her, but Lyn lifted me up instead. I wrapped my legs around her waist as she kissed me. It was only after a few minutes I noticed that her face was wet. I broke the kiss off with concern and saw that she was crying.
“What’s wrong?” I asked softly.
She pressed her forehead against mine. “I was so scared. I was so, so, scared that we were going to die,” she choked out. “I kept it together while we were there because I had to, Ally. I-I just felt like that was going to be where I d-d-died and no one was going to know.” She openly sobbed now as she fell to her knees, her grip tight on me. I cried with her, understanding the emotions she was feeling. We just held on to each other and cried.
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Don’t Run From Me
Your bare, naked, feet crunch the snow as you ran through the woods for what felt like hours. You couldn’t make out what happened, you blacked out for, God knows how long, and you woke up in a shed, which was in the middle of the woods, with nothing but your bra and underwear. You notice marks on your upper right arm, which made your skin crawl for some reason. The shed was small, small enough to give you a small panic attack, there was no windows, no doors; they were boarded up.
 You searched and searched the shed for what felt like years until you came across a hammer with a broken claw, you use the flat face to bash through newly boarded up wood on the shed windows. You used all your strength and might to smash the wood until the last of the wood became soft pieces of paper falling onto the ground. Your heart fluttered with relief when the windows was the only defense in your way to freedom….and answers. Without thinking you lost the grip on the hammer, it flew through the window and broken glass flew into millions of tiny little pieces, landing onto your arm, piercing your smooth, scarred up skin, breaking the barrier and entering a world of pain. Your scream was inhuman, it was like a high pitch, scratchy noise, like when someone scraps a metal fork against a plate or a metal table. It was unbearable, horrific! Your eyes starting to water, but you blink them away.
 Your SOUL was filled with DETERMINATION.
 You crawled out of the broken window, more glass piercing your delicate skin, but you shook off the pain and continue to climb out of the window until you lost the grip on the sills, you fell, face down, onto the recently build up snow. Did it storm today…? You shook your head, and slowly got to your feet. Pain shot through your arms and your neck as you raised. You didn’t care though, your legs sinking into the snow, the frostbite eating your cold skin, wind and snow mixing into your flowing hair. The snow become more and more deeper as you continue through the woods, the snow sinking to your knees. Cold tears rolling down your cheek, welcoming you with a slight sting following by a larger sting on your right cheek. You reach your cheek slowly, as soon you press your finger on your cheek, you gave a harsh hiss.
 Did someone hit me?
 You couldn’t tell, all you know is that you blacked out, woke up with no clothes, noticing your long hair was cut unevenly from the bottom, giving you a weird angle, and the weird marks on your arms. Besides the scars that covered half your arm and body, you couldn’t help but notice some sort of track marks traced up and down your forearms. Drugs?  
 I wish I had a mirror….
 Question and confusion was filling your head, but shook it off as frostbites started to kiss your numb, cold skin even more. You started to move forward again, through the rows of trees and hard rocks under your bare, cold feet.
 You feel like your head was spin, air was rushing out of you; you were light head. You stomach was growling loudly, causing you to shake even more from the cold and your body reaction.
 Low blood sugar? Shit, how long was I in that shed?
 You try to remember what happened before you blacked out, it was a blur, but it was coming back to you piece by piece. It started about four months ago…...
    You fell into the mountain by mistake, it was just a stupid dare with some drunken idiot who would give you three bucks, a Sears card and a possible “good time” with the drunker if you go up the mountain. You laugh at the crappy rewards, but your sense of adventure and curiosity was eating at you so much all your common sense escaped you, and just like that you grabbed your favorite hiking boots and made your way to the legendary Mountain Ebott. At first you didn’t understand why the town folks were so scared, it looked like an ordinary mountain, trees were taller in person then in the distance, there were flowers everywhere; it was beautiful.
 You dream of escaping the harshness of the world and enter to paradise, but your father, an alcoholic and abusive man, pulled you down from la la land into the real world of assholes and con artist who would use you in disgusting ways. That day you learn that dreams are just a way to tell yourself a lie, so you can have a reason to wake up each morning to work at a dead-end job at the town’s local diner.
 But standing here, an untouched forest filled with wild flowers and freshly grown trees surrounding the mountain plains and clearing made you think that everyone in that small hellish town was wrong. They were liars and fakes!
 Paradise is real!
 Your daydream quickly died when you backed up into a hole, you fell and fell until the sun was nothing but a star staring down at you. You stared at the star, thinking it was the last thing you were going to see before you die. You close your eyes, fearing that the end was near, you wait for death to come to you, but it didn’t. You open your eyes to complete darkness, the only source of light was the hole you fell in, but it only dimed your surroundings.
 You couldn’t see much but you notice you were sitting on a pile of golden flowers, they were glimmering in the dark sun light, How are they able to survive? You thought to yourself. Thinking for a moment, you shrug off the thought and slowly got to your feet. You manage to survive the fall, but your leg was riddled with pain. You moan and groan as the slight hint of pain shooting through your right leg, your brain was screaming at some logic bullshit at you. Telling you to sit down and rest, keep going until you feel rested. But her heart, or at least her very SOUL, was telling her to keep going; don’t stop!
 You were filled with DETERMINATION!
 Ignoring every logical sense in your brain, you slowly started to make your way to the caverns. You were slow, but you were able to find an exist that lead to some kind of ruin. It was still dark, but you can see it was covered in moss and overgrown vines, it was like something out of a fairy tale book or something. You kept going until you hear something, it was like a high pitch laughing. You turned around, there was nothing, just pitch, black darkness. You shrug it off, thinking it was nothing. That changed after you turned forward and was surprise by something unimaginable, you never thought it could exist.
 “oI!” it said gleefully, “iM TeMmIe! tEmMiE tHe TeM!” It was like a little dog, but it also had cat ears, with fluffy black hair; the only thing you can describe was monster.
 You heard the legend of the Human/Monster war centuries ago, but you always thought that what it is: stories. But you’re standing inside the mountain, staring at a cat/dog like monster with a high pitch squeaky voice. You felt the urge to…. pet it? Her? Is it a her? But something about… her was off.
 She acts friendly enough, but your nervousness and cautious manner was telling you a different story. You carefully stepped from the weird dog/cat like monster but at the slightest movement you felt a sharp sting on your backside, something like a bit of electricity hitting you from a lightning storm.
 You turn around to see a wall of white pellet like bullets pointing straight at you. All you can think of how in the world is that possible? And where did it come from?! It wasn’t there before….
 Soon the high pitch laughter turned into a scratchy high note horrid laughter, the monster’s sweet dog like face started to twist into a cruel demon like horror. Her teeth became crooked and sharp, her eyes became hollow with only light dimmed eyes in the center of her pitch-black sockets. She continued to laugh that horrible sound, talking about how this world was Killed or Be Killed, calling you an idiot and that you were going to die slowly and painfully. The “Temmie Flakes” caged you like some sort of prisoner, slowly waiting for your execution, the bullet coming towards you. Fast!
 You were trapped, helpless, and scared. Your SOUL was slowly losing determination, you clutch yourself, tears rolling your cheeks; you were waiting for the end. But it didn’t come.
 Silence filled the air, the dog/cat like monster was blown away from a…fireball? You didn’t care what it was, you were grateful to who or whatever saved her. “What a nasty little creature!” A large, booming, but soothing voice spoke in the shadow, causing you to jump to your feet. Out of the shadow appears a large figure.
 Another monster?
 You were right. The shadow figure was, in fact, a monster. A giant one at that. You started to clutch yourself in fear again, closing your eyes tightly shut. Thinking that this monster wants to kill you too. “Oh, my child! Don’t be afraid! I won’t hurt you!” You still huddled and shield yourself. You didn’t believe him, you didn’t want too. You were too scared to believe someone would just “help” you for no reason! Especially this big booming creature.
 Few moments later, you felt something big probing your back carefully. You slowly open one eye, you looked directly at the large figure, and to your surprise, or kind of sort of a surprise: he was a goat monster! Wearing a purple and white robe, with a strange looking symbol on his chest. He also had a large mane and beard with two curved horns. He sorta reminds you of the goat you had as a kid. You loved him a great deal, he made you forget that you were on a smelly cow farm with the worse people you knew.
 You remembered he stumble into the barn one night, you found him shaking in the hay, the poor thing was scared.  You decided to keep him, he was your best friend, your only friend. He was with you almost every step, until you’re drunken Dad and Uncle ran him over with the family tractor.
 Poor Mister Beans, he was barely three years old.
 While rubbing your back slowly, he gave you his large furry paws, offering you, in kindness, help. You wanted to refuse, you were almost killed! By a deranged little dog/cat monster! But you were alone, and you were scared, maybe he won’t be so bad. You grab is paw and you both walked into the darkness together.
 It was a sort walk but the goat monster, who introduced himself as Asgore, welcomed you to a small cottage that was embedded into the carven wall. You were impressed that it was so well built and fortified. Plus, the little garden in front of the house was breath taking! It was covered in those yellow flowers you saw earlier. You were just in awe of how something so beautiful can exist down here in the darkness. Asgore seemed glad that you enjoy his garden, he looked like the type of man who loves to show off his garden. Like some teenage boy who loves to show off his bike to the local cheerleaders or to some naïve girl who just wants to find love.
 Asgore welcomed you into his home, you felt a warm sensation of hope and love splashing you on the face like cool summer air welcoming you.
 You automatically made yourself at home. You explored every inch of that cottage expect for the stair cases in the main hall. That peaked your curiosity, you were about to take a step, but Asgore stopped you at the last minute, telling you nothing lies beyond that path expect death. That got you away quickly.
 You spent a week in Asgore’s care. He was a gentle, loving caring, and protective man. Like a father caring for his long-lost daughter. Those traits are hard to find these days.
 He made you various kinds of pies, between eggs and bacon pie, Peanut Butter and Jelly pie, Snail and garlic pie (You push that pie into the trash), Cherry and Rosemary pie, even Butterscotch and Cinnamon pie! It was tasty but with a bad aftertaste of left over snail pie.
 He reads to you, play board games, and have lovely chats, but mostly Asgore’s questions about the surface and human culture.
 He even insisted that you call him “Dad” but it brings back so many painful memories of your real father. A man who promise to protect and love you but spent his days in the bar down the street from your house, beat you for the little reason, controlling every aspect of your life with the threats of murdering you in your sleep, destroying your dreams, forcing you to take pictures of yourself naked, and so many horrible things. You hated it! You hated him!
 Every day and night, you can hear his voice swearing at you, calling you a slut. But his sweet, intimating inner psychopath calls you every night to talk to you. He grabs your hand and gentle rub it like you were a fragile little thing. “You’re my little sweetheart, aren’t you?” You always wanted to say no, to throw it at his face, but you were too much of a coward. You nodded and whispered, “Y-yes, Daddy….”
 Ever since then you wish he would die, that someone would find him and rip his throat out and the birds would eat his face, so no one would recognize him. It came true one day, but you don’t entirely remember….
 You gently decline him, you kept calling him Asgore. You didn’t know how he would react, he gave you a disappointing look at first, which frightens you. You thought that he might punish you in some way just like your father always did when you did something he didn’t like. It was always painful, and some sort of scar formed on your body.
 His last punishment involved rope around your arms and a knife; counting how many times you “disobeyed” your father. He stopped after twenty-three. You told him you were his sweetheart after hundred times through tears and crack sobs.
 After you turned down Asgore’s offer, he threw his giant paw hands so fast you barely even saw it coming. You flinched, thinking he was going to hit you. But he didn’t. He patted you on the back before pulling you into a hug, telling you it was alright. He wasn’t going to force you into anything you don’t want.
 Your heart was still racing, you were shaking! You wanted to push away, but you succumbed to the hug, and you began to break down. Tears flying onto the Goat Dad’s fur and robe.
 But you didn’t care. It felt good.
 After a month of Asgore’s loving care, you felt as if something was missing. You wanted to see more from beyond the ruins. You have the urge to explore! Your SOUL was DETERMIND to see more.
 But you feel bad about Asgore’s isolation and loneliness. But you are feeling that you are slowly going crazy if you stay in one place for too long. So, you mustered up any courage that was creepy up your back. You found Asgore reading another book about Snails, and enjoying his usual Flower Tea he loves so much. You tried it once, but it tastes like damp year old rat’s ass!
 “Oh! Hello my child! You’re up early.” Asgore said kindly. It’s early? How can you tell? You tell him that he has be a very caring host and that he is a very kind man for letting you stay at his home, but it was time for you to move on and go home. Where ever home was.
 He seemed to tense slightly. His grip on his book tighten so much it looked like it was going to crush it under his big meaty hands. He was shaking with what looks like sweats drowning his fur on his forehead, he chuckled nervously. Without saying a word, he brushed pasted you, sending chills into your body. You’re first instinct was follow the sweaty giant, but your cowardly side was screaming, yelling, to stay put but you started to hear clashes and loud banging.
 It made your heart stop.  
 You ran after Asgore, finding the main hall empty, the loud crashes and banging continued at the darken stairs he once warned you about. The noises started to get louder as you move cautiously to the darken stair cases. One by one you carefully stepped down the stairs, the loud crashing become erratic and satanic, it was frightening.
 As you left the stair case behind, you peaked around the ruins and saw Asgore tearing apart the ruin walls and the pillars that were standing tall and proud. They were ripped to shreds by his massive meat furry hands, seemingly collapsing the ruins around his small home.
 He was trying to block the way through the rest of the ruins!
 Panic was rising in you. You needed to leave! You wanted to go home!
 “STOP!” without realizing you shriek. It was high pitched, and it was full of fear. Of him? Of being stuck? Never seeing the sun again? You didn’t know, yet you didn’t care. You wanted to go home!
 Asgore halted his steps when he hears you, you can tell that he was shaking. With anger, maybe? Why?
 His voice was deep and hollow, “Child…. Go back to your room. NOW!” You shook from his sudden roar in his voice, but you shook it off. He doesn’t scare you. Your heart was set on one thing and one thing alone.
 Home.
 Your SOUL was filled with DETERMINATION.
 You stood your ground, you didn’t want to stay here! You didn’t want this! You didn’t want this to be your life!
 “No!” You shouted again, this time you force to hide a shudder from him, when he turned around. You fully faced him, he was different then the loving and caring man you met when you fell in this dark, foreign abyss. He was more…. dark, his eyes were full of anger and sadness, why? Because he didn’t want you to leave? He can’t force to stay! He wouldn’t do that, would he?
 You still shook from the over complicated nerves of fear, rattling your body, but thankfully you didn’t show it. Asgore still glared at you with intense silence. You felt your heart race, beating against your chest. When you met him, he was kind and sweet, almost fatherly, but now it was like some demon was awaken, possessive and murderous, and he’ll do anything to keep you. Even if it means your death.
 “My child, you WILL go back upstairs and to your room right now!” You swore his voice gotten louder, how is that even possible? You continue to stand your ground, shouting at him, telling him that he couldn’t do this. He didn’t have ant rights to trap you here like some sort of prisoner, you told him he couldn’t control your life.
 With that, Asgore release a somewhat howl? It was loud and barbaric!  It made you shake violently, your feet glued to the floor, fear cowering your entire body until a flash of pain embeds into your soft skin of your face. The strike was harsh, unpleasant, and left a numbing feeling in your cheek, you wanted to cry, but all you could do right now is stare, in shock, of the ghastly huge monster.
 You couldn’t figure out why the slap surprised you, you were slapped plenty of times before, when your horror of a father was still alive, but seeing this man, who took care of you, suddenly become something that you feared the most.
 Looking up at him, water pouring out of your eyes, rubbing the warm red spot on your cheek, you looked at the darkness behind him and saw a large purple door, it made your heart pound rapidly with hopefulness and….
 Pure DETERMINATION!
 Maybe there was still a chance! Maybe there was someone on the outside that can help you get to the surface maybe? No one can be horrible as this monster, right? Hope was raising in your heart and SOUL, you already spent years in a hellhole, you don’t need another one, even if his intensions were good, but you couldn’t spend the rest of your days isolated just to appease him.
 You gather up your courage and all the stupidity, without thinking you ran into the towering ball of fur and, with all your might, you pushed him hard enough for him to create an earthquake that would tumble down the ruin around you. You were a bit light headed but kept your composure and hauled ass! You run like your ass was on fire, technically it was, as an enrage Papa goat angerly blabbing about you “making a mistake” and “don’t leave me” and “I’m sorry”  “I love you.” You didn’t want to listen to him, your heart was pounding hard against your chest, adrenaline swimming in your system, your DETERMINATION surrounding your SOUL. You were a hellion flying from the throwing fire magic, running and running until…
 You reached victory!
 When you reached the gate, it took all your strength, but you open the massive, heavy gate and threw it shut. You looked down at your feet and pull a long branch from a pile of snow, wait snow?! And shoved in between the handles of the gate. You release a sharp breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding, but it was too soon when Asgore was banging against the gate door, crying and begging muffled. You didn’t know what to feel about him, pity was in short supply and you couldn’t hate him because he was lonely, but he couldn’t keep someone who’s doesn’t want to stay.
  Your victory was short lived when the adrenaline died down and a blast of cold hit you hard, you shivered violently. You turn to see a whit sheet of snow with flakes falling from… the ceiling? It’s snowing inside the Under the Mountain? How? Magic maybe? Right now, you didn’t really care, you needed to get home or at least find someone who can help.
 You walked, slowly, through the sheet of hard and rough snow and rocks, but thankfully you had your hiking boots otherwise it was going to be a struggle getting through at least three feet of the forest you were currently lost in. But you were DETERMINED and that’s all you have left.
 After hours of wondering the forest, you knew you were lost. You were lost, cold, hungry, and lonely; you were very much alone and unwanted. you couldn’t think of a reason to carry on, your life was complete shit and maybe it’ll be better if you just lay down and die. Some monster would probably eat your corpse anyway, if they eat humans. Do they? Doesn’t matter either way. It’s not like it did at the beginning.
 You felt your DETERMINATION fade away in your SOUL. Crack by crack, slowly slipping away into the depth of the void itself, leaving you as an empty vessel of depressing despair.
 You curled in the snow, clutching your legs to your chest, and release a small series of tears until they fall rapidly, it was making your dry throat crack, but you didn’t care at the moment. Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier by the minute until your numb body was falling into darkness, but not before you heard crunching and a pair of blue boots in your fading sight.
 You were slowly coming to, you felt like you were surrounded by a warming and fuzzy cloud that was guiding you to a safe Haven, and you thanked all of the gods for this gift. Slowly opening your eyes, you let out a silent gasp as you eyed what appears to be a…skeleton. Yeah, a short, grinning skeleton. His eyes were light blue and…. starry, he looked like he was wearing a Halloween costume, it was a t-shirt with paddings on the shoulders, pants with shin guards, and what looked like a banana around his neck, you couldn’t decide whether it was threatening or cute? But you couldn’t help but stare at him, you want to look away but…. damnit he looks like a cuddly plushy toy and you just want to squeeze him!
 “PAPPY! PAPPY!” the smol skeleton shouted happily which almost made you jumped out of your skin. “THE HUMAN IS FINALLY AWAKE! I TOLD YOU THE MAGNIFICENT SANS WOULD WAKE THE COLD HUMAN!” the little skeleton was jumping up in down like a little kid on sugar, with literal floating stars around him. He was staring at the stair case as another skeleton came into the room, only this skeleton was much taller then the other one. Only he looks more…. laid back than “Sans,” he has an easy-going feature with a lazy smile that’s stuffed with a half-lit cigarette and his hands lazily hiding in his orange hoodie. You might think that, due to his lazy posture, he might not care that a human was on his couch, huddled with several fuzzy warm blankets, but his small, round eyes were glaring at you.
 It was powerful enough to burn a hole in your head.
 “heh youre right bro though i think she still looks a bit cold. maybe you should make something to warm her bones up! hehehe!” Sans groaned at the pun, but you caught yourself giggling at the horrible joke. The little skeleton rolled his eyes at both you and the taller skeleton, “UGH! WHY MUST YOU RUIN EVERYTHING WITH YOUR TERRIBLE PUNS! BUT NO MATTER, HUMAN! I SHALL MAKE YOU WELCOME TACOS! AND AFTER WE CAN TALK ABOUT YOUR CAPTURE! IT’LL BE PERFECT! MWEH HEHE HEHE HEHE!” Sans jumped gleefully towards another room you assume was the kitchen. You WERE hungry of course but now you were now stuck with the other skeleton, glaring hard at you like you committed the crime of the century. You try to look evade his gaze by taking a look at the skeleton’s house, you were impress on how clean and comforting the house is. The walls were a reddish color, with blue and purple strip carpet, by the T. V was a sock with dozen sticky notes, and on the side, was a large table with a…. rock with glitter?
 Weird….  
 You were too preoccupied to notice that the taller skeleton popped next to you, you let out a squeak of fear, making your heart race against your chest. You whipped your head at the tall skeleton, who’s gave you the laziest grin you have ever seen, try your hardest not to yell your head off, but use the calmest voice you have, “H-how…. you were just…. what the fuc- “the taller skeleton holds a finger between the both of you, halting your sentence. He pulled his now unlighted cigarette and threw it on the ground, he dug in his pocket and pulled out a…dum dum? Where the hell did he get that?
 He sucked on it for a few moments before he talks, “better watch the language honey my lil bro might hear ya. hes a bit…. 'sensitive,’” he airs quoted and unquoted his phalanges, you gave him a confuse look. He just shrugs and close his eye sockets.
 How the hell is that even possible?!
 “spend some time with him youll understand but lets get down to brass tax.” You were going to open your mouth, but he grabs the front of your shirt and drag your face close to his, his left eye socket was flaring a bright orange flame, flickering heavily like a wild fire spreading chaos, but it wasn’t chaos he was spreading.
“w h a t t h e f u c k a r e y o u d o i n g h e r e ? !” his voice was harsh, dark, and deep. So very, very deep it made your skin crawl in a way you never felt before, not the way your father did, but it was enough to give you a heart attack, well not an actual attack but still.
 You tried to keep your voice steady, but it was still trembling with fear, “I…I fell! I fell, and I ran! I-I swear!” The taller skeleton grips your shirt even harder, his voice was thicker, if that’s even possible, “s w e a r t o m e!” You shook and shiver, “I swear! I was with Asgore and I ran! Please! I’m not here to hurt ANYONE! Please…” you never shouted a pled before, it hurt. Your throat was crack, it was screaming for water, ANYTHING, but it doesn’t matter now, if this skeleton was going to kill you you wouldn’t stop him, you just want to escape from this hellhole. You never asked to be here nor ask to be in a shitty situation, and this grim reaper was just making this worse.
 You felt warm pings of wet tears falling down your cheeks, the grip on your shirt was gone, the present of the skeleton was gone. You close your eyes and hide your face in your hands, muffling your cries, “Please…. I don’t…. he hurt me so bad! I don’t want to get hurt again, please…. Please don’t hurt me….” You continue to cry for a moment until you felt boney hands pull you in an unsuspecting hug, letting your head slide on his clavicle, you felt a pat on your head. You continue to babble about your pain, your father, Asgore, every shit thing that happened to you, and you didn’t care anymore.
 But he mumbles something and felt a slight tingle in your skin, it was… smoothing and peaceful, a kind of peace you never felt before, it was nice. But it was short lived when a small explosion destroyed the small peace, the smell of burned meat and salty taco invaded your nose as Sans, covered in grease and taco sauce, brings out a tray with several tacos, all burnt and covered in glitter. He gave you the friendliest smile you have ever seen, and he was so… innocent and a sweetheart, it was hard for you to hate him. Especially with that cute floaty starry thing he does when he glees.
 The three of you eat, or tried to eat, Sans’ “newly friendship” tacos (while Sans was distracted the taller skeleton, who calls himself Papyrus, made the tacos disappears. Apparently didn’t want to hurt his little brother’s feelings either.) While Sans talk about how treat you well under his, his brother’s care, and how someone name Alphys will be “excited” to meet you and he’ll be in the “Royal Guard” in no time. You feel like you should be scared by you couldn’t stop smiling at Sans’ caring nature when he offered you his room, but Papyrus turned that idea down hard. REALLY hard. Insisted that you sleep on the couch, which was fine by any means.
 After a few weeks, the skelebros treated you like family, which was unexpected considering you were human, but it didn’t matter, not to you or them. But within those said weeks turned to months, you and Papyrus has gotten close, very close. You didn’t know how it happen, that day you met him, he comfort you in a moment of depression, but he made you forget. Forget everything.
 You and Papyrus spent almost everyday together, getting drunk at Muffet’s, getting high with his self-made drug, annoying each other with horrible puns and terrible knock knock jokes, and beating him at his “head corn dogs” challenge. Between horrible jokes and eating week old corn dogs, you notice that Papyrus have been grabby with you lately, but it’s usually slight touching of your bottom or he “accidentally” grabbed your breast when the two of you were alone. You weren’t sure how-to response to this, every time you wanted to speak up Sans always come in. He seems to have a natural talent for coming in at the wrong place, at the wrong time; no matter how much love you have for Sans it gets annoying fast.
 But one night after Sans left to train with Alphys, you finally came clean to Papyrus. Well, more like blurting your feelings like an unholy banshee is real smooth moved. Your heart and SOUL was beating against your chest so hard that you might faint or hyperventilate, but Papyrus turned your face to his, slowly caressing it. Moving his hand from your cheek to chin, gripping it gently, moving your soft lips to his lipless grin, pressing it softly. After a few moments, some wet and tingling moved around your lips then it dived deep into your mouth, dancing with your tongue. He moved his hand to grip your hair, his touches become greedier and lewd, like he was getting drunk off your taste; it was beautiful.
 Without thinking, Papyrus grabs you by the waist and pushed you on the couch. You didn’t do much expect stare at his empty sockets, but he had the look of a feral animal, you scared yet aroused. You wanted him to do so much to you! You wanted him to rip your cloth off, tie you down and let him down whatever, you wanted him to mark you, remind you that you belong to him!
 God! You wanted him to DESTROY you!
 But tonight, it seems he just wanted to admire you. Every curve, every weak spot, everything that would make you squirm in delight. He kisses the curve of your neck, nuzzling, licking the sensitive spots making you excited with arousal, panting hard for the craving of the hard touch of this skeleton. You moan and beg when he release you from your clothes, he slowly pick at your collarbone to your left breast, gently licking and nipping your nipple, making you gasp blissfully, moving to your right nipple until he moved his magic tongue down from your breast, from your stomach, and to your wet dripping womanhood. You arched your back as you felt the warm, wet tongue assault your entrance, you let out a moan as the agony teasing was bring you to the brick of release, but it was ultimately denied. You begged! Begged and cried for release! But the sadistic skeleton just laughed at you, but removed his own clothes to reveal his long, thick, glowing cock, you nearly drool at the sight. Papyrus climb on you, rubbing his cock at your entrance, you gasp at the goosebumps revealing on your skin, you beg for him to take you, to make you cum, to make you his. “Do you want me, honey?” he asked, you nodded eagerly as he enter you like a gently lover would. His pace increased, holding you by your hips, stretching your womanhood beyond extent, feeling every groove, every hum of magic flowing inside you. You wrap your legs around his pelvis, begging him to release you, to make you cum and let him mark you as his, but he took the advantage to give you a deep and passionate kiss as his magic flew into you. As he rides his orgasm, you came as well with a shout “I-I LOVE Y-YOU!”
 After that first beautiful night, Papyrus returned his love for you.
  You fell and roughly roll down a steep hill, snapping you from your day dream, hitting your head on the snow and rocks. You raised your head and saw red in the snow, you realized you were bleeding! You had to find Snowdin and the skelebro’s house before you die from either the cold or blood lose. You stood in a forest clearing, a clear spot surrounded by trees which has many different path, all of them lead to the dark forest. You were shaky and scared, you couldn’t tell which path would lead to Snowdin, maybe the one with stones that look like human children?
  You were about to talk the path before you heard faint crying behind one of the large boulders, it wasn’t like a heavy sob, but it was like a little howl or a…. wail? Wait, Happstablook?
 “Oooooooooooooooh~”
 You remember meeting Happstablook in the ruins when you sneak away from Asgore to explore, you remember he was crying because of a…. cousin? Or something about being a bother? You don’t remember, he was mostly babbling while he was crying. You tried to talk to him, but before you could say a word to him he just disappears. But now it wasn’t his usual light crying, he was out right sobbing! Either Asgore hurt him or someone else did.
 You walked up to the large boulder, a bright pink glow illuminates heavily, “Happstablook? Is that you?” the light dimmed a bit, a whimper escape and the sobbing became louder, “Wait no! It’s me!” you shouted before Happstablook disappeared, that seem to stop him. The light brightens, and he popped his head from the rock, “Darling? Is that you? Oh, thank Asgore, you’re alright!” He whispered excitedly, his glow was still dim, and tears were still flowing, but you notice there was some marks on him that look to big to be scratch marks, and blood was spilling out badly. You tried to touch him, but he flinched away from one, “Happstablook, what happened to you?” Happstablook gasped a sob before he found his voice, “I-I was lying in the snow, minding my own business, then I heard a noise. I-I thought I was somewhere I wasn’t wanted, so I tried to move but they…. They…. They tried to kill me, darling! I was so scared, I panicked and ran! It was awful!” Happstablook tried to hide his face when new tears form, you couldn’t imagine what this poor monster has been through! Some…. maniac just attack him? Just like that? You knew all too way about this situation, you were going to give him your best consolation, but a soft ruckus in the bushes was enough to give both of you pause. There was a panicked in you, especially Happstablook, his usual pink glow changed into a deep crimson red and his tears were replaced by droplets of sweat coming out of his ectoplasm hair,” Oh no! Oh no! Ooooooooh~! They’re coming! They’re coming! Run! Darling, we must run!” Out of nowhere, Happstablook pushed you into one of the dark pathways and kept flying towards the darkness, you follow him as best you can. But you kept running and running, adrenaline keeping you on your feet, but you hope you would keep up to Happstablook.
 It seems like you were close to the glowing ghost monster until….
 A screech reached your ears, and the glowing crimson turned into a dark grey. Your heart stop, you couldn’t see much but the ghost was sliced in half, slowly falling a part until nothing was there but dust. Your knees were weak, your heart stopped, you couldn’t breathe, you never seen anyone was outright murder in front of you. You horrified! Tears fell for this innocent little ghost, and now you were staring at the murderer. You couldn’t see them, only their glowing red eyes and the reflection of the stain red blade.
 Your mind was racing, the only thing that was going through your mind was “run!” When you looked at the murderer, they weren’t there in front of you, but the heavy breathing, which made your hairs stand up, convinced you to run like mad. You kept running through the dark forest, keep going and going. You thought, with all your determination and adrenaline, is that you’ll keep running until you die of exhaustion, but after a few scratches, you manage find Papyrus and Sans’ house after…. who the fuck cares?
 You were aching for safety and relief!
 You bum rush through the door, it threw open with a harsh bang on the wall, but you honestly didn’t care, if there was a murderer out there you had to make sure Papyrus was alright. You gather what breathe you had left and cried out, “Papyrus?! Sans?! Please…. Please answer me…” after a few moments of silent, and almost fearing the worse, a tall skeleton in a bright orange hoodie popped in front of the stair case. A wave of relief crashed over you, you threw your arms around Papyrus’ neck and gave him a long deep kiss, he returns that kiss with his arm crushing your bruise form in his arms.
 “honey where the hell have you been?! We searched for you for almost two weeks and we feared the worse!” Papyrus holds your cold body to his warm bones, you wanted to cry, wanted to break down, but you couldn’t process what happened! You were gone for two weeks?! You didn’t even remember leaving the house! You remember eating…. something, but something hit you? It was fuzzy, but that wasn’t important right now. You looked up at Papyrus, your eyes were still watery from earlier after witnessing….
 Papyrus grips your chin gently to face him, “honey whats wrong? what happened?!” You gather what’s left of your voice, it felt raw for some reason, but you manage to let out a little, “Happstablook…. murdered…. murderer! Murderer! Murderer!” you pointed at the orangish door, repeating “murderer,” through a valley of tears and sobs. You weren’t sure if Papyrus understood you but he it seems he did. After a few moments, he took you in his pig pen of a room and slipped one of his “clean” orange hoodie on you and covered you in several different blankets. He got up quickly and turned to leave, but you grab a few of his phalanges and try to tug him towards you, “No! I don’t want to lose you too! Please don’t go!” You cried, you let go of Papyrus phalanges as he crouched next to you, he gave you a quick peck on your forehead, “sans is on patrol and if what you said is true I had to make sure he’s alright. don’t worry ill be fine honey.” Papyrus left quickly out of his room, you know you should listen to him, but somewhere, deep in your gut, something was wrong.
 Something terribly wrong.
 You quickly kicked the warm blankets off and rush after Papyrus, you ran down the stair, spotting him standing in the front door. Just standing there, you were about to call him before…. Revealing a deep, crimson slash across his sternum, it completely ripped his hoodie, staining it with his…blood. You felt your blood freeze, everything ceases to function, only your voice seemed to reach you when you release a high-pitched scream, “PAPYRUS! NO!” The wounded skeleton stumbled a few times, you ran towards him until he collapsed in your arms, splashing his blood over you. You looked at the bloodied skeleton, the one who you gave your love too, dying in your arms. His body slowly decaying into dust while you sat there and watched, tears coming as waterfall, landing on his blood-soaked hoodie. His hands gently grip the edge of your hair, small words coming out of his dying mouth.
 “a…. always…. love…. you.” He was gone.
 The dust on your hand was enough to make you gag, you try to gather Papyrus’ dust, hoping by some miracle he might come back somehow, is that even possible? You didn’t care, you just wanted Papyrus back! You needed him! How would you get him back? What would Sans….
 “Human! What’s with all the tears, Human?!” That voice. You looked at the door way, a shadow appeared, it came into the light to revealed to be Sans. Covered in blood and dust. No. It couldn’t be. Not sweet and Innocent Sans you come to love. This can’t be real. But it was.
 Sans was standing in the living room, holding a butcher knife, and those horrible red eyes you saw was his. His usual starry eyes were replaced by deep crimson, hollow eyes. It was like the eyes of the Devil himself, only it possessed the most innocent thing you have ever known. “What’s wrong, Human? I Only Did It To Protect You! Papyrus, The Others? They Would Never Understand.” Sans began, motioning to the dust on the floor, “He Didn’t Care About You. He Never Cared About You….!” Suddenly all the rage inside of you was boiling inside of you, how dare he! Papyrus cared about you, he…. “He Didn’t Care About You Like I Did!” That made your skin crawl. But then it made sense to you all together.
 All those times you and Sans were alone together, the way he stares at you and Papyrus, the way he sometimes touches you and caresses your skin, he was obsessed with you! All those times he yelled at you and Papyrus showing “profanity” in public, it was because he was jealous. Dear god, why didn’t you see this! “You Didn’t See How…Unhappy You Were, Human!” Sans continued, his eyes changing from red stars to swirlies like he was a mad scientist, or… a crazed murderer, he gently rubbed his red stained blade, making you shudder in return, “So I Saved You! But You… Mweh hehe! You.... You Ran Away From Our Home I Tried So Hard To BUILT!” Sans hand flew to your cheek, he hit you hard enough to lose your balance. “How Could You, Human?! I TRIED SO… hard…. To Make You Comfortable….” Sans’ voice was eerily calm, his so familiar grin grew even wider, if that’s even possible, “I Even Made You Feel So Good, Human! Do You Remember? Do. You?”
 You fell in a daze, you hold the same cheek that was bruised earlier, then a sudden flash covers your eyes: a sharp pain on your same cheek radiated as an angry Sans shouted at your barely conscience body, another pain shot threw you neck, but you didn’t care you soon felt numb and good like your whole body was in paradise. You felt your arms being pulled over your head and something wet and slimy traveling down your neck to your breasts, licking both your nipples, then a slight pain spread into you as you heard a loud grunt from Sans. The pain halt, becoming more pleasurable. You begin to moan, wet tears escaping your eyes as you beg for more, he greatly obliged you by increasing his onslaught which hits you with more pleasure-pain that cruelly entice this brutal skeleton to continue. He pants and moan while his dripping tongue dangles over your mouth, “OH HUMAN! I-I’M CLOSE! SO CLOSE!” You were close too, you beg him to let you cum with him he grin at your request and thrusted, hard, into you until you let out a scream, sending you on the edge of your high. Sans thrusted one last time as he cum heavily into you, his hallow eyes stared at you before claiming your mouth. Your eyes become heavy by the second, even in your blurred state your skin crawled at a simply word before disappearing in the abyss.
 “M I N E.”
 You blinked at the sudden memory before you, you kept blinking until you felt new tears rushing from your eyes. You couldn’t believe it. Sans, the sweet and kind skeleton with a heart of gold, raped you! He kidnapped you, locked you in a fucking shed, drugged you and raped you! For two weeks?! You heart wretched in loathing from the thought, your stomach twisted you willed yourself not to throw up the empty content, “Sans…. wh-“ you were interrupted by yet another sharp pain, but this time it radiated from tip of the red blade digging into your side with Sans harshly gripping your chin, forcing you to look at his blood covered face, “Why Couldn’t You Obey, Human?! Was I Not A Good Captor?! Was I Not A Perfect Lover Like My Brother?! Was I- “Sans froze for a moment before his grin grew wider then normal, his hallow eyes turned starry red, his grip got even tighter that you winced in pain, “Or You Just Want This To Happen, Hmm?”
 What?! How could he even say that?! You never asked for this! You never ask for Sans to-  Sans lets go of your chin and grabs a handful of your hair he roughly pushes you down on the carpet, where Papyrus’ blood and dust were. You scramble to get lose from Sans’ hard grip, you squealed and screamed. The dust was covering your face, mix with Papyrus’ blood, your tears and sweat, it was like being forced into a dead man’s coffin it was more horrifying when it was the man you loved. Sans’ laughed at your weak attempts you escape his death grip, “You Wanted Me To Kill Him, Yes? Kill Him Like That Ghost In The Forest?” You tried to turn your head, to shout your pled at him but he could only hear your muffles, “I didn’t kill them, please….”
 “Oh? If You Have Stayed In Our Home, Darling, They Would Have Still Be Alive! If You Just Agreed To Be Mine None Of This Would Have Happened! Papyrus Carry On With His Useless and Worthless Ways And That Ghost Do Whatever He Does!” You shook your head, not trying let his words were getting to you, but you couldn’t help it. This skeleton was abusive, manipulative, controlling he reminded so much of your… father. A man who contently beat you, hurt you until…
 He was drunk again! This time he had a gun, he loaded with bullets and shot at you, multiple time. He found you at all your known hiding spot, he yanked you by the hair and threw you against the wall. He points the gun at you and slowly trigger, but it came out as a soft click. You took this opportunity to push him away, he fell through the glass table. Million of pieces of glass pierced his rough skin, his eyes flaring with angry at you and you knew deep down he wasn’t going to shoot you, he was going to make sure you hurt. Bad. You quickly grab his car keys and rush outside, you got in the car and locked all the doors you hastily put the key in the ignition and gave it a couple of clacks, it wouldn’t start. You begin to panic as your father jumps in front of the hood with an incredibly amount the engine start and forced the car in a reverse causing your father to fall on the pavement. You could drive away get away from this monster once and for all, but seeing this bastard, who tortured you most of your life, who was vulnerable for the first time in how long finally gives you a chance for freedom, for vengeance. You switched the gear shift into Drive and looked at the stumbling Devil himself, this was it… No going back. You can finally be free. You slammed on the main petal and just like that he was gone.
 Or Was he?
 No, he wasn’t gone. He will never be gone. Men like him always live in the shadows, behind masks of who they pretend to be. Like your father, like Sans. Oh god he was right! He was right, if you stayed in the shed none of this would have happened! Papyrus would still be alive and Happstablook wouldn’t have suffered that fate!
“You Couldn’t Behave, Can You, Human? Must You Ruin Others Lives With Your Selfishness? Ruin Them With Their Death?!”
  You started to shake you stop struggling and begin a new form of tears you begin to mumble, and sob apologizes. To Papyrus, to Happstablook, to Asgore, to your terrible father, but mostly to Sans. He was right, he was just trying to protect you to show you how much of a lover he is to you and you betrayed him.
 You felt the grip on your hair harden and pulled you away from Papyrus’ dust, “What Was That Human?! I Didn’t Catch That!” You shook with your sobs coming out as hyperventilation, “I’m SORRY, SANS!” You screamed, it was loud enough to penetrate his skull, “I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SO SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO DISOBEY YOU! I-I’LL BE GOOD! I’LL LISTEN TO YOU FROM NOW ON I PROMISE!” Your babbles were out of control, but you hoped that would suave the skeleton enough for him to trust you again. You wouldn’t run again if he won’t hurt anyone else, maybe gain his trust again show him that he won’t take you back to that god forsaken shed again or maybe that you love him as much as he loves yo-
 You heart sunk as you felt something sharp sticking into your neck Sans laugh was low and nasty, “Mweh Hehe Hehe! Oh, You Will Human! We’ll Be Happy Again! But… It Seems That You Can’t Be Trusted! So~ It Seems Like I Have To Punish You! And If You’re a Good Girl… I’ll Let You Have Your Clothes!” He pushed the needle in your neck and soon the familiar blur of regret, sorrow and dismay.
 You felt your DETERMINATION disappear.
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My Neighbor, Fen’harel Chapter 8:  Let’s Pretend This Never Happened
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They’d been at the bar for who the fuck knows how long.  She lost track somewhere after her second shot of tequila and third beer.  Then totally stopped caring and spilled the entire story about what happened between her and Solas to the group after her.... third.. no fifth... or... well some shot.  She’d lost track of that too.  Didn’t care.
Did not care.  
It was bliss.
Sera was also drunk at that point.  She was running about terrifying random men to arm wrestling competitions.  Something the first few had found hugely amusing until she beat them all.  Now every time she approached someone, or re-approached them as the case may be, they’d blanch and mumble excuses.
Dorian seemed slightly buzzed, and Bull seemed not affected at all.  That should change.
“More fuzzy navel nipple!”  She shouted as she pounded down her last empty shot glass.
Bull shook his head at the barkeep before looking at her, “First off, Boss, that’s not a thing.  Second, I think you’ve had enough.”
“Nooooooo.  You’ve only got four horns still.”
Bull raised an eyebrow and shook his head, “I’m gonna get the tab.”
She attempted to make pbbhhhtt sound with her tongue at him, but her lips felt funny, so she wasn’t sure how successful she was.  Her eyes turned to Dorian only to find him staring at her as though she’d grown another head.
“What your eyes?”
He raised a brow, “I’m going to assume you’re asking why I’m staring.”
“That.”
“You and Solas, that was really a thing?”
She scowled, “Do you need,”  She paused as she hunted for the word.
“Details?”  She nodded, and Dorian gave a slight wrinkle of his nose, “No.  I do know how that works I’m just amazed he had it in him and that you…”  He eyed her then leaned back, “Well, was he always like he is now?”
“Yes.” Amended, “No.”  It was difficult sorting through the sludge that was her brain at the moment.  
“Thank you.  That answered all my questions perfectly.”
Bull walked up with Sera slung over his shoulder cursing about how no one was brave enough to fight her.  His voice carried easily over hers, “Let’s get these two home.”
“I’ll walk.”  
At least that’s what she meant to say.  From the exchanged glance between Dorian and Bull, she’d guess that wasn’t how it came out.
Dorian walked over and wrapped a hand around her waist just as she started to stand up off the stool.  “Not so fast.  I’m not really in the mood to deal with a head injury tonight if you don’t mind.”
“I’m fffiiinnnneee, Dorian.”
He ignored her and kept his hand firmly at her waist.  She would have fought it more if the room wasn’t tilting so much.  To try and keep from losing the contents of her stomach to the whirlwind around her, she kept her eyes on Sera’s flailing upper body as they followed Bull outside.
Then there was blackness, and the next time she realized what was happening there was Bull’s face looking in at her as Sera drooled on her shoulder.
“Final stop, boss.  Let’s get you to bed.”  With one hand Bull reached across from her and tenderly moved Sera from Emmy’s shoulder to leaning back on the seat.  Sera gave a loud snore but didn’t wake.
“I don’t need help with bed.”
“Sure, boss.  I just want to see your new place again.”  He stood back so that she could step out and held his hand to her,  “Come on.”
She pouted and ignored his hand as she scooted her butt towards the open door of the car.  “Not your boss anymore, Bull.  I--”
As she stood and placed a foot down on the ground outside it swayed away from her violently.  In less than a beat, she was falling and then she was flying to land cradled against a warm body.  Her eyes looking up past horns to a twinkling night sky and, after a moment, to the familiar ceiling of her building.
There was the beep of the car being locked then Dorian’s voice behind them, “That’ll let us know if she wakes up while we’re taking care of this one.  Honestly, that I’m the sober one...”
Emmy reached up towards one of the, now many, Bull horns above her until her fingers hit one that was solid.  They traced over the ridges and pulled experimentally as Bull grunted.
“They’re attached to my head still, thanks for checking.”
“Welcome.”
There was another lapse of time in her mind, and suddenly they were in her hallway with Dorian holding her purse as he swung her door open.  They walked in, and she heard her door close again, and a curious meow from Darcy as Bull walked her into her bedroom.  Then he stopped just outside her door.
Chopin could be heard playing on the other side of her bedroom wall, clear as if she had it on in her room.  She let out a long groan at the images it brought and the memories that threatened to poke their way through her drunk haze.
She tried to focus on Bull’s face as he spoke but it was moving too much, “So Boss, this guy really did a number on you huh?”
Her brows furrowed, “No.  I---”  She gulped back air and realized she’d started to cry for some unfathomable reason, “Fine.”
“I have an idea.”
“Yes?”
Whatever was making Bull now grin Dorian had apparently caught on.  He came over as Bull crossed the door into Emmy’s bedroom, “This is a terrible idea.”
Bull let her fall on the bed rather unceremoniously, and she let out a little squeak of surprise.  Then Bull brought a finger in a shushing motion up to Dorian who rolled his eyes but leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
Darcy came up to jump onto the bed, rubbing his head against her face before he settled.  Bull gave him a look, paused, but then shrugged as his hands went to the end of the bed.  
“What---”
He pulled and then pushed, so her bed hit with a thud against the wall.  Darcy’s claws came out gripping the covers as he gave Bull a look that screamed, I dare you to try that shit again.  Emmy for her part was too confused to do anything.
Than Bull did do it again.  Darcy hissed and jumped off the bed darting past Dorian into the living room.  Bull repeated but this time gave a satisfied grunt, a very sexual in nature grunt.  Emmy’s eyes went big as saucers, but then he increased the bed movement till he had a steady motion going.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
She gripped the covers as he grinned at her and continued making the occasional lewd noise as a companion to his banging.  Her eyes went from Bull to Dorian who was still standing calmly despite the fact that his face was firehouse red.  That was enough to confirm that what she thought was happening was really happening.
Now she felt herself start to giggle uncontrollably and had to fight hard to hold it back.  Instead, she crawled her way up to the top part of her bed.  Then she started her attempt at little and moaning noises.
“Oh there, yes.”  
Dorian snickered now, and Bull caught her attention with a movement of his hand.  He brought his fingers up to his mouth shook his head slightly.  No talking then.  She went back to just making little fake mewling sounds.  
After another minute or so of that, the music on the other side of the wall abruptly shut off.  She waited with baited breath as Bull continued to bang her bed.  That must have gotten him.  Any minute now he’d be banging on the wall yelling at them to---
There was banging, but it wasn’t coming from her wall.  
Dorian straightened and schooled his features as he went into the living room.  Bull smirked and let her bed drop before he followed.  Her heart was pounding fast and hard in her throat as she quickly pulled her hair down and ruffled it.  
Without thinking, she pulled off her top, so she was only in her bra and pants then scurried off the bed.  She went into the doorframe and leaned against it in, what she thought was, a sexy but uninterested pose.  She forced her eyes to stay away from the door.
When Dorian opened it, she heard Solas speak immediately and he did not sound pleased, “What are--”
At the sudden stop in his words, she couldn’t help but look towards him.  He stood staring at her, his eyes intent and brows furrowed as his chest rose and fell in quick breaths.  A fact that was evident because he wore nothing but a pair of sweatpants, water still making his chest slick from the bath she knew he had been taking.
Dorian swung the door wider for him as he said, “Good you’re finally here, we were---”
“Having sex.”  She shouted across the room in an attempt to help the situation, a satisfied grin on her face.
Dorian looked at her and shook his head just a hint before pushing past Solas, “We have another one in the car.  Take care of her tonight, yes?  You can do that much at least.”
Solas’ mouth fell open before he snapped it shut looking between the three people in front of him.  Dorian pushed out into the hall and Bull followed but not before giving a warning, “I’m going to be calling her in the morning.”
With that, her two friends vanished down the hall leaving her alone with her half naked ex.  She scowled.  Correction, her two soon to be dead friends.  She was going to strangle them both.  As soon as her room stopped tilting.
With the room, her stomach began to heave horribly.  She would deal with the man who she wanted to bang, no not bang kill yes kill that’s it, when she was done with her toilet meeting.  By some miracle of nature, she managed to make it all the way there before she lost the contents of her stomach.
Once she flushed, she took a deep breath and moved to curl up on the tiles.  The coolness feeling absolutely delightful on her pounding temple.  Just a minute, just one more minute and she’d deal with that problem in her living room.  She heard soft footfall, a sigh, and then there was a hand placed on her head before she went into a blissful lack of awareness.
When she woke up again, it was to have her mouth opened as something was slipped in.  Her head pounded and stomach rolled again as she struggled.  
There was a calm, if somewhat annoyed voice, that spoke next to her.  “Stop squirming.  I have no intention of poisoning you, these will help.”  Solas’ hand was cradling her head as he placed a pill on her tongue and then brought a glass of water to her lips.  “Drink.”  When she did he lowered her gingerly down to the bed.
He set the water next to the bed, and his hand was on her forehead again feeling her temperature.  She blinked at him; her eyes managed to lock onto the familiar lines of his face as she said, “I’m not sick you know, just stupid.”  She gave a mournful sigh, “You’ll never let me live this down.”
“Emmy, hush.”  He let his hand brush softly over her forehead to her cheek, sweeping a strand of hair out of her face.  Then he adjusted her pillow a bit as he assessed her one last time.
She swallowed, “Ok.  Will you…” Her fingers picked at the sheets, and she looked away from him as she continued, “Please stay for a minute.  I mean, sorry that’s stupid, you don’t have--”
“I am not going anywhere, Emmy.”  Then so quietly that she thought she might have imagined it, “Never again.”  He bent down, hesitated, and then placed a soft kiss on her forehead before saying, “Now sleep.”
She got up once more at some time in the night.  With one hand he held a wastebasket under her while the other carefully kept her hair out of her face.  When she’d finished, he helped her settle back down before wiping her face with a wet cloth and placing another wet cloth on her head.  
She mumbled something incoherent, her brain still fogged from the pounding headache.  Then she brought a hand up, and her fingers brushed against his jaw.  He stiffened before releasing a lungful of air.  She brushed a line down his jawbone before placing her finger on the small dimple of his chin.  Only then did she pull her hand away and fall back to sleep.
When her eyes opened the next day, her head was clear and her stomach completely settled.  It still took her a while to figure out what the hell was going on.  This was not her room, she did not have soft gray walls, and she certainly did not have beautiful blue sheets that felt like how she’d imagine a cloud would feel.  
Then she sniffed and immediately her nostrils were filled with the delicious smells of sandalwood and books.  Before she realized what she was doing she had nuzzled her face further into the sheets.  When she did finally realize what all this meant she shot up in the bed eyes wide, a cloth falling onto her lap.
Bits and pieces of the night came back to her in a rush, and she groaned her humiliation.  She looked to the nightstand, and there was a half full glass of water.  Her fingers went down to lift the washcloth.  None of it had been a dream then.  He had cared for her all night, she had… gods she’d thrown up in front of him, and that wasn’t even the worst of it.  The whole fake sex thing was so---
Ugh.  Idiot, you’re a total moron Lavellan.
She shifted and pulled the covers off letting her legs go over the bed till the toes of her bare feet touched the floor.  Only then did she realize the best part.  She was in one of his shirts and that was it.  Well other than her bra and underwear, small blessings.
There was a vague memory of her tossing off her shirt in an attempt to… well to do something.  Something that had seemed like a great idea at the time.  But what the fuck had happened to her pants?  For that matter how had she gotten from her place to his in the first place?  Even more important, how would she get out of this without making any more of an idiot of herself?
Her eyes wandered the space again.  It was neat, mostly neutral tones, but there were bursts of color here and there.  The robin’s egg blue sheets, a beautiful landscape painting over the bed, curtains designed in a pattern that was somehow both intricate and understated, and a small stack of books on one night stand.  Everything about the space was so Solas it made her heart clench.
There was a soft knock from the direction of the door.  She turned towards the sound to find him standing there completely relaxed.  He was wearing a loose running tee, fitted running leggings that were a stark reminder of how he had the finest thighs she’d ever seen, and bare feet.  Thank the gods that the shirt was long enough to cover his crotch otherwise she might have turned to a complete drooling idiot.  As it was, she was having trouble forming words, but she wasn’t slathering at the mouth, more small blessings.
“I am glad to see you awake.  If you wish, feel free to use the bathroom.  I set out an unopened toothbrush for you and some toothpaste,” he gestured to a closed door opposite the windows she was facing.  “When you are done come out to the living area, and we can talk some.”
She squeaked out what must have been a passable, “ok,” because he gave her one of his soft smiles and turned to go back out.
With one last deep breath, she stood and padded her way into the bathroom.  Once there she took in the damage.  All things considered, it wasn’t awful.  She quickly ran her fingers through her hair to fix some of the flyaways before getting to work with brushing her teeth.  A small little sigh of pleasure escaped her as she brushed off all the yuck that came after a night like she’d had.  
Her eyes took in the space around her as she continued to brush, eyes stopping on the large soaking tub next to his glass shower.  She went over to it trying not to drool any toothpaste out of the corner of her mouth.  There were a few candles set up on one corner and a book on another.  She had been right; he still had that same bath habit.  
Her body started to flush at the thought that she was in a room he was regularly naked in.  That he had been naked in that bath just last night before they’d disturbed him with their childish sex show.  
She felt toothpaste start to try and leak out of the corner of her mouth and hurried to the sink to spit then rinse.  It was a welcome distraction, thinking too much on all that right now was not a good thing.  This whole situation was awkward enough without her being swamped with memories of him in a tub.
Once her mouth was clean, she turned to go to the other door in the bathroom that she assumed led out to his living space.  As her hand touched the handle, she felt her heart speed and stomach start to flutter.  She froze staring at the design of the wood on the door for at least a full minute until she realized she couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever.  Eventually, she’d have to face him.
Shutting her eyes, she inhaled and counted down from ten.  When she got to one, she opened her eyes once more and swung the door open walking out.  Her eyes immediately started to dart everywhere taking in the space around her.  
His apartment was at least twice the size of hers, a corner unit that had the balcony space wrapping around two sides.  She thought she saw a small garden on one of the sides, but it was hard to tell from here.  The living space itself was minimalist but comfortable.  Again it was mostly neutral colors with unexpected bursts of color here and there from things like the pillows on the couch.
The smell of coffee suddenly filled her nostrils, and she turned her head, nose flaring as she scented out the location.  Now her eyes took in the kitchen.  It too was bigger than hers and much neater.  Also probably had seen more actual cooking than hers ever would.  
Bonus, it also contained a strikingly handsome man.  Another thing she doubted her kitchen would ever have.  The man in question turned to her with a coffee mug in his hand.
“Good morning, Emmy.”  Solas held the cup out to her, “You still take your coffee with cream?”
“I--”  She swallowed, started again, “Yeah, does this mean you’ve started drinking coffee also?”
“No.  I have a coffee maker for if I have a guest who wants it.”
She eyed the cup wearily, “You didn’t have to make a whole pot just for me.  I can go a morning without.”
Solas chuckled, and the sounds sent warmth cascading over her, “If my previous knowledge is anything to go by that is a false statement.”  He continued to hold the cup out to her with a half smile, “If I wished to poison you, Emmy, I had plenty of opportunities last night.  I assure you it is safe to drink.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean…”  She shook her head and moved forward to take the mug from him.  When she did her fingers brushed against his sending a familiar jolt of electricity through her.  She cleared her throat, “Thank you.”
“It is nothing.”  He turned to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs setting them on the counter.  Then he bent down to get a frying pan out of a lower cabinet, the action giving her a great view of his perfectly sculpted rear.  Gods, she had never seen such a fine ass on anyone male or female.  He’d ruined her for all future butts.
“Do you still take your eggs over medium with two slices of dark toast?”
“Yes, but uhm, I mean you really don’t have to---”
He straightened and put the pan on the stove as he said, “I want to.  Sit.”  He gestured behind him at the bar area.
She hesitated debating how awkward it would be if she put down the mug then made a run for it.  Considering all he had done, and the fact she was wearing his shirt, probably pretty damn awkward. When she weighed her options just sitting was the best one at the moment, so she did as he asked making herself comfortable on one of the bar stools.
Before she took her first sip of coffee, she glanced down.  The ratio of cream to coffee was perfect, just enough to make it a lighter brown, exactly how she liked it.  She took a sip and said, “I’m surprised you remember all this.”
With a swift, graceful movement, he cracked the eggs on the side of the pan then took the shells over to the waste basket before he answered, “I am fortunate to have a very good memory when it comes to things that are of importance to me.”
She had been taking a sip of coffee when he spoke and nearly choked on it at his words.  Her heartbeat fluttered insistent against her skin, and her whole body tingled.  
This man had shattered her world.  Broke her heart into a million pieces and stayed away even when she needed him the most.  Now here she was, after one week of being with him, ready to jump his bones again.
And the award for person with the least amount of resolve and self-respect goes to… Emmy Lavellan.  Come on up Emmy, give a speech.
“I appreciate what you’ve done Solas but one night doesn’t make up for---”
“I am aware.”  He flipped her egg over, “But Emmy, I want to make it right.”
She looked down at the coffee mug she held cradled in her hands, fingers clenching tighter around it as she spoke quietly, “I don’t know if you can.”
There was a deep intake of breath, “I have to try.”
This was not a conversation to have first thing in the morning, she didn’t know when was a good time to have it, but she knew it wasn’t now.  “Let’s not do this right now ok?”
There was silence as he pulled a plate from an upper cabinet and put her eggs on.  Then he grabbed bread, placing two slices in the toaster, only then did he turn and come over to face her.  He leaned over the counter, so he was mere inches from her as his hand came up, his fingertips brushing over her fingers that still held firm to the warmth of the mug.
Her eyes came up to meet his, and her breath caught.  As she became completely trapped by his gaze, she couldn’t help the rush wishes that filled her.  Inarticulate needs rose to perilous levels inside of her, things she had worked so hard to contain now feeling as though they might make her erupt from the intensity of it.  How easy it would be to press her lips to his, just a small movement forward and she’d taste him again.
“For now, I will do as you ask.”  One more brush of his fingers along hers and he straightened, turning to go to the toaster that had finished her bread.  He put the toast on the plate then brought it over to her.  Then he opened a drawer grabbing a fork which he placed next to the plate.  “Eat up.”
Her eyes went from him, now busy cleaning up, back to her plate.  She was completely confused about what the fuck had just happened.  All she knew was that she now was finding it difficult to remember how her lungs worked.
Without looking at her he asked, “Is there something wrong with the eggs?”
“I---”  You what Emmy? “No, they’re good.  Thanks.”
Having trouble processing everything that was happening her body went into auto mode.  She set her coffee down and went to work eating the eggs.  The perfectly cooked and seasoned eggs because, of course, they would be perfect.  The little sigh of contentment that came from her at first bite was completely beyond her control.
As she greedily gobbled up her breakfast, Solas finished cleaning then leaned back against the counter opposite her.  When she finished putting the last bit of egg-soaked bread in her mouth she looked up to find him completely relaxed, hands gripping the counter and a smile on his face as he watched her.  
“How is your head?”
She worked to finish chewing the last bite then swallowed, “It’s perfectly fine.”  
Which, now that she thought of it, was odd.  All things considered, she should have the monster of hangovers now.  She vaguely remembered him waking her at one point to give her some kind of pills, was that what had done it?
“I am glad to hear it, but now I would like to go on my run before it gets too much warmer out.”
Oh, a dismissal then, but she should have known.  It was one of his running days and, even if she hadn’t remembered his habits, the running outfit was enough of an indicator.  So why did she suddenly want to grip the counter and not let go?  Why did she so desperately want to stay in this place surrounded by everything that was him?
She managed to push out words in a surprisingly cheery voice,  “Yeah, of course.  Sorry I kept you.  You could’ve just kicked me out when I woke up you know.  In fact,” she stood and looked at him her head tilted a touch, “Why am I in your apartment?”
“It was more convenient for me to care for you here.”  He went over to take her plate, and she started to say she’d do it but he stopped her, “I’ll clean it when I get home.”  He took it over to the sink and said, “I also fed your cat, Darpy?  Dashy?  You were shouting a name which I presumed was the cats, but you were not exactly clear.”
She felt heat rise to her cheeks and mumbled, “Darcy and thanks for that too.”
He smirked, “Darcy?  As in Pride and Prejudice Darcy?”
She frowned, “Yes, why?”
“I suppose I just did not see you liking that book character, much less liking him enough to name your cat after him.”  
She started toward the door, and he followed behind, “Why?  I clearly have a thing for arrogant, know-it-all, men who have trouble getting close to people.”
She had expected some kind of snappish response, but to her astonishment, he chuckled.  “I will keep that in mind.” They were at the door, and he reached around her, his chest brushing against her shoulder as he went to open it for her.  Which meant when he spoke his mouth was close enough to her ear that the words tickled her skin,  “It means I still have a chance.”  
He took a step back from her and gestured out the door.  Completely unable to form any cohesive thoughts, much less words, she moved out of his apartment.  He walked out behind her shutting the door before starting down the hall towards the elevators.
When he got to the elevator doors, he pressed the button and glanced down the corridor to her as he said, “Have a good day Emmy.  You can bring back my shirt whenever you are done with it.”
The ding of the doors sounded, and he walked into the elevator leaving her frozen in the hallway.
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