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glamour-crusher · 3 months ago

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Been thinking about the implications of replaying hotline miami after finishing both games

How different events and dialogue are both in the sense of “Oh I know what this is referencing/alluding to now!” but more strongly the almost timeloop-esque experience of “Why are you doing all of this again?”

When I was replaying the first game I kept getting caught on Beard’s dialogue when you see him in the shops. How they both hint to his earlier death but also Jacket’s avoidance to address it directly. When you first see him he’s excited and goes on about having not seen Jacket in a bit and references the last conversation they’d had together about Jacket’s ex, but then vaguely goes “Don’t remember seeing you after that…. Maybe we should talk about something else”. It’s cryptic the first time but going back to it after playing through 2 you have a new realization of what its referencing. And Beard getting squirrelly about it and quickly shuffling the conversation along is just Jacket’s mind trying to squash the memory down again. And then later on when you see him again after fighting Biker, Beard talks about how there’s a bad sort of energy in the air, something he “hasn’t felt since San Fransisco”, which the player connects later as being tied to Richter and Jacket’s girlfriend’s murder. While you don’t really understand Why Richter does what he does originally, after the context of 2, you recognize that it was directly because of Jacket and Biker’s fight and his own involvement. Beard’s dialogue serves as both an omen of what has already happened that you don’t find out until 2 with his death and with Richter, but it also sets up as a warning of what’s to come with his girlfriend, something comparable to the events in San Fran

But more to my actual thesis of this rant cause that was mostly just one specific thing that made me flinch whenever I was experiencing it

Throughout the whole game once you replay it, there’s a stronger air of. Judgement, going on. Richard’s warnings and commentary hits twice as hard when its reframed as “Why have you come back? What do you stand to gain from redoing all of this?”

Another thing that stuck out to me was the gametip “Tip: She’s already dead” that comes up right when you start Trauma. In the first playthrough it already feels like a warning of sorts. She's already dead, there's nothing you can do, don't continue down this path you're on, there's nothing for you. But then a second time playing the game and seeing it it has a more. "She's dead, remember? You can't change that, doing this again won't change that, you're not going to fix what's already done". So many actions in a replay of this game feel like a desperate attempt to try to rewrite what has already happened and what cannot change, its set in stone and all you’re doing is reopening those wounds.

And yeah there’s the judgement angle of the whole “Do you like hurting other people?” being a sort of metaphor for the player replaying the game and killing everything again for shits and giggles, but there’s also a. Sadness to it, almost. Like a larger entity watching somebody who is aware that they are stuck in a timeloop, and despite all odds being convinced something may change this time.

And it just kind of ties in to some themes that I’ve previously thought about between both games. Generally speaking I feel like their messages are a mix of empty nihilism in the first game, “what do you even gain from all of this? What does it matter?’ and the second being a warning of “Don’t overcorrect on that nihilism and become so consumed and obsessed with your goals that it ruins your life because it might have been for nothing in the end anyways”. The first game in particular ends on a note of letting go, of finally finishing what you set out to do and getting some degree of closure. Why would you go back and do it again? Wasn’t it hard enough the first time? And, while I haven’t replayed 2 yet, I know its got additional shit and servers to lean back on the “Don’t get too invested, this is all going to end in tragedy”

But then it’s like

It’s still worth it to, in my opinion

You may know how it ends, but now you have a broader context.

To use Beard as an example again, going back to the first game after finishing the second has a lot more weight to it once you’re aware of who this man actually Is and what the implications of his involvement in 1 are for Jacket and their relationship. You as the player wouldn’t have gotten to see that understanding and new awareness of the context behind the weird cryptic shit Beard says and does in 1 without going back to it to redo it again. Sure it goes nowhere, he’s still dead, but there’s another layer of. Appreciation? Respect? Acknowledgment of the depths of these characters and their role in the broader story.

The game doesn’t necessarily judge you or punish you as severely for playing/replaying it as I feel some people say, I feel it more pities you for wanting or needing to go back and re experience these tragedies again, as if it were some kind of emotional self destruction for Jaket and by proxy, the player.

Don Juan I feel represents this pity perfectly, acting as the sympathetic and concerned parallel to Richard’s cryptic warnings and Rasmus’ hostility. Richard tends to not really feel a particular way about whether or not you should do the shit that you do, he just wants to make sure you take responsibility and understand just what consequences are coming to you if you do. The most punitive judgement you receive from him are effectively “You did this to yourself, I don’t know what you’re looking for here”. Rasmus is representative of the levels of violence and senseless killing that Jacket partakes in, whether that be a metaphor for the men he’s killed or the primal emotions. He’s angry at you, he wants you Gone, especially under the context of doing it again. Haven’t you had enough??

Don Juan though is repeatedly concerned about you, trying to comfort you and urge you to settle down and brush away some of Richard’s incidental harshness. I wouldn’t say she’s trying to make you Not Think About It, but is moreso concerned of the consequences if you do, and trying to ease you as much as possible, whereas Richard is nothing but consequences and self reflection.

But in a replay, her comfort and worry feels more personal, especially if you thread a connection between her and Jacket’s girlfriend as a lot of folks in the fandom do, despite having been there before. And her whole “You don’t know who you are?” and “"Acknowledging oneself means acknowledging their actions, and lately you've done some terrible things" have more impact the second time”. Cause yeah, the first time you’re playing you don’t know who Jacket is or any of the setup besides the shit in the prelude. But in a second player it feels more like it’s trying to make you aware you’ve been here before. Not judging you, but making you kind of think, remember who you are and what you did, and ideally make you reconsider doing it again. “You’ve done some terrible things, and you don’t know who you are. Maybe we should leave it that way?” It comes off in a way that’s comforting and somewhat intentionally obfuscating your responsibility in all of this, but underneath it it gives the impression of a concerned mother who already knows exactly what you did but trying to comfort you regardless, but making you feel this bone deep guilt and remorse because you both know how terrible you are but you can’t bring yourself to say it and she can’t bring herself to acknowledge it.

I feel like Richard and Rasmus are a bit more obvious in what they’ve got going on in their role in the narrative, especially in regards to a second playthrough. Richard casts detached judgement and reminds you of what you’re getting yourself into, Rasmus openly berates you and antagonizes you for your desire and even enjoyment in doing it all again, and Don Juan, despite being the most openly comforting and sympathetic, inadvertently worms out the most awareness and guilt in the player (or at least, in Jacket), because of how gentle she is.

Reiterating, there’s absolutely judgment present in these three, but it feels like a sliding scale of sorts.

Richard judges, not in a personal way, but in a very detached way of “You've gotten yourself into this. Here's what's going to happen now. Think real long and hard about how you brought this on yourself" with a slight sense of distant pity in the same way a person might feel for a relative who is actively sabotaging their own life. What you’re going through is terrible but you did this to yourself so I can’t bring myself to feel sympathy. He doesn’t care what you do, he cares that you take responsibility and own up to it. If you’re going to be terrible, be honest with yourself.

Don Juan by contrast has nothing but concern and pity for the player, with a slight dash of judgement in a “I know what you did but its better for all of us that we just don’t address it”

And generally, back to the timeloop themes, it contributes to the sense of futility throughout both games. That no matter what you do its not enough. This isn’t an open ended game, where you can go back and make different choices and get a happier ending. This is it. In the spirit of the second game, its all prerecorded on a VHS tape, you can pop it back in to the VCR and rewind as much as you like but the outcome is always going to be the same. And various parts of the game respond accordingly, even if unintentionally, to make you really consider the weight of your actions and willingly going through them again.

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fictionalcharactersaremypassion · 6 months ago

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When Franny Catches Santa Clause (Sort Of)

“Where the fuck are you going now?” Mickey complained at the sight of his husband sliding his coat and hat on.

“Lip needs my help with some last minute Christmas shopping,” Ian said, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. Mickey wore a grumpy expression as they parted. “He still needs another gift for Freddie. I told you we were going after dinner.”

“All the kid does is shit and sleep. The fuck does he need a gift for?” Mickey had envisioned how this evening was going to go, and now his plans were shattered.

Rolling his eyes, Ian zipped up his coat. “It won’t take that long. We’ll be back before you know it. Why don't you go watch Frosty with Franny?”

“I’m a grown ass man, Gallagher. I don’t watch fuckin’ cartoons.”

“Hey, you ready to go?” Lip came to stand in the doorway.

“Yeah, just give a second,” Ian responded, shoving his wallet into his back pocket. Mickey was on the bed, arms folded. “I promise we’ll be back soon. I’ll call you when we’re done, okay?”

“Whatever,” Mickey said. “You’re giving me a blowie later.” He really did want one, had intended on getting one, but he mostly just said it because his brother-in-law was right there. He was rewarded with a grimace from Lip, who muttered Jesus Christ under his breath.

A grin stretched over Ian’s face. His fingers cupped Mickey’s cheek. “That depends....Do you think you’ve been a good boy this year?”

“Okay, Ian-” Lip interrupted, ruining their goddamn moment, “you think you reign it in until you get back?”

Mickey had a scathing retort for Phillip on the tip of his tongue, but then Ian lowered his head, whispering near his ear, “I have an idea for that extra tinsel if you’re interested.”

“Shit, Red, you’re gettin’ me hard already,” Mickey groaned. His husband laughed, kissing him on the cheek.

Lip remained where he was, unimpressed. “I really don’t know what you said to him,” he said on their way out. Ian said something Mickey didn’t catch.

Blowing out a breath as he waited for his dick to go back down, Mickey realized he really didn’t have anything else to do. Maybe he’d go see what Little Red was doing after all.

The television was on but Franny was no longer watching it. She wasn’t even sitting on the couch anymore, but rather, rummaging through the cupboard under the stairs.

“Whatcha doin’, Little Red?” He raised a brow. “If you’re lookin’ for the presents, they ain’t there.”

“I’m not looking for presents, Uncle Mickey,” she said distractedly.

“Then what are are you lookin’ for?”

Franny was halfway in the little cupboard, pulling herself out with a little frown. “It’s a secret.”

“What kinda secret?” Mickey probed. She said nothing, just stubbornly smashed her lips together. “C’mon, Fran, you can tell me. Tell your favorite uncle what’s up.”

“Uncle Ian is my favorite,” she corrected.

Hmm. Nothing a little bribery couldn't fix but he’d do that later. “Fine, whatever,” he got down on his knees on the floor. “But you can tell me, okay?”

She thought it over then sighed dramatically. He refrained from snorting. “I need a trap, Uncle Mickey.”

“Why? Someone giving you trouble?”

“No,” Franny shook her head. “It’s for Santa. Mama says I can’t see him because I gotta be asleep but I wanna see him so I’m gonna set a trap.”

Now, Mickey knew for a fact that a lot of the gifts were currently hiding in Lip and Tami’s trailer which Ian would be bringing in later that night. He should probably discourage her but fuck that. He was feelin’ a little petty after Ian seemingly decided he’d rather go with fuckin’ Lip and stand in those crowded ass stores than stay home with his husband.

“You want any help, Fran?”

Her little face broke out into a beam. “Yeah!”

Mickey smirked.

With the trap set, Mickey and Franny sat at the kitchen table, eating a shit ton of cookies that Debbie had baked. It helped that he'd already had the necessary supplies stored here so it made the task pretty easy.

“Uncle Mickey?” Fanny swallowed her bite of cookie. “Have you ever seen Santa?”

“Can’t say I have, Little Red,” Mickey said in between his mouthful. “Why?”

She shrugged. “Timmy said you can never see Santa but I said I would and he said you can’t and I said you could and-”

“And what?” He cut in.

“And...and Katie said there was no Santa Clause,” she looked sad now, looking up at Mickey with those big eyes of hers. “Is that true?”

“No, fuck her,” he said immediately. “She’s just lyin’, Kid.”

“But why would she lie?”

“Kids are fuckin’ mean,” then he remembered who he was sitting with, “no offense.”

She shrugged.

Debbie’s voice could be heard calling for her daughter. “Franny! Time for a bath!”

Franny looked like she wanted to object so Mickey said, “Ay, go ahead, Fran. We’ll go on a stake out later, okay?”

“Okay!” She gave him a fist bump when he held out his enclosed hand.

Eventually, Lip and Ian came home, though significantly later than his husband had anticipated.

“I’m sorry,” he said when they were both in bed, the lights out. Ian was waiting just a little longer before he went out to fetch the gifts.

“Fuck off,” Mickey grumbled.

“It was crowded,” Ian said in his defense. “It took nearly an hour at the checkout.”

Mickey rolled over, glaring at him even though Ian probably couldn’t see it. “I coulda been getting a blowie.”

“I’ll give you one tomorrow,” Ian paused, “or later today, technically.”

“When?” Mickey said skeptically. “We won’t get a moment’s peace until everyone goes to bed.”

Ian’s hand slithered up Mickey’s night shirt. “Then I’ll just leave one last present for you to open...”

“You’re so fuckin’ lame,” it would’ve held more heat if it didn’t come out so breathy.

Ian’s soft chuckle hit Mickey’s ears. He captured Mickey’s lips in a slow, sweet kiss. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

Mickey’s hands came to rest on the back of Ian’s neck, matching his husband’s rhythm. When they parted, their foreheads were resting against each other’s.

“Just wait until we get our own place,” Ian murmured. “We’re gonna decorate the shit out of it.”

“Now hold up,” Mickey’s nose brushed against Ian’s. “Who says we’re doin’ any of that shit?”

“Oh, we’re doin’ it. Tree, lights, everything.”

“No lights or decorations besides a tree. And not one of those real trees either. I ain’t cleaning up fuckin’ pine needles.”

“Tree and lights. We can decorate along the walls. It’ll look really nice.”

“Dial back your HGTV fantasies. We gotta buy the place first.”

Ian tilted his head, kissing him again. Mickey sorta melted into that, eyes fluttering. “What was that for?”

“I’m just really glad we’re here together.”

“Fuckin’ sap,” Mickey said with fondess. Ian clambered off the bed, feet hitting the floor. “You goin’ to get the presents?”

“Yeah,” Ian was getting his shoes on. “Can you make sure Franny’s not awake? I caught her in the cupboard earlier. I think she was looking for them.”

“Sure thing.” Mickey was glad Ian couldn’t see his smirk. He waited until he’d gone downstairs, hearing the creak of the door as it shut. Then he quickly, but quietly, made his way towards Franny and Debbie’s room.

Debs was sound asleep but her daughter was not. Franny was already wearing her boots, her coat in hand.

“Did we catch him, Uncle Mickey?” She asked, voice tinged with excitement.

“Shh,” he motioned towards Debbie. “Don’t be too loud. We don’t want anyone to hear us.”

She nodded seriously.

Together, they made their way downstairs and out through the backdoor. As soon as Mickey’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see a silhouette and he grinned.

“Did we get him!?” Franny shouted.

She hurried around the corner, her lips tugging into a frown when she saw who it was.

“Uncle Ian! You’re in my trap!”

Mickey had an old bear trap made of rope and net that he’d never gotten rid of. Using one of the beams on the house, which was surprisingly sturdy, he tied it on there. He’d even used one of Franny’s stuffed animals for bait. Out here with dim lighting, Ian undoubtedly went over to pet it. He was a sucker for animals and Mickey knew it.

So he hung there in the air, glaring daggers at Mickey.

“Damn,” Mickey said, feigning disappointment, “must’ve missed him. Your uncle probably helped him escape.”

“Uncle Ian,” Franny said reproachfully. “We were trying to trap Santa Clause!”

“Uh, why?” Ian’s annoyance was momentarily on pause. He looked between them both for an explanation.

“I wanted to see him,” Franny said matter-of-factly. She wasn’t too happy that the jolly old bastard wasn’t here right now. “And you let him get away!”

“Ay, Fran,” Mickey shot his husband a smug grin, pulling her into his side, “don’t be too hard on your uncle. There’s always next year, right?”

She thought it over and nodded.

He ruffled her hair. “Why don’t you go inside, get a cookie and go to bed? And don’t go peeking at any presents.”

She giggled, hugging his waist. “Okay, Uncle Mickey. Goodnight!”

“Night, Kid,” he dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head. She started to go up the stairs, calling out a goodnight to Ian as well. When the door shut, Mickey faced his husband, pleased with himself.

“What the fuck, Mickey?” Ian looked close to throttling him.

Mickey shrugged. “S’what you get for ditching me.”

“Ditching you? I was helping Lip.”

“Could’ve been given me blowies instead,” Mickey pointed out. “Could’ve gotten one yourself.”

Ian breathed in through his nose, holding onto what little patience he had. “Get me out of this, Mick.”

“Nah,” he decided.

“What?”

“Why don’t you ask Lip to help you?” Mickey watched Ian’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“You’re not fucking serious right now.”

But Mickey was already on his way inside. “Maybe next time you’ll stick around.”

“Mickey, it’s freezing out here!”

“Then you better hope Phillip hears you,” Mickey said with a snicker, shutting the door. He could still hear Ian fussing- albeit muffled. He took a bite of a cookie, going up the stairs back to the warm bed, feeling very satisfied with himself.

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fransteahouse · 11 months ago

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anitaaro04 · 1 year ago

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Rewrite de Stars

I made this while waiting for my car to be fixed. I absolutely loved every second of it.

Based on the late 19th century, two lover boys who love each other but can’t show it publicly. Oh! And definitely based on the Greatest Showman. All credits to the owner of the song and the beautiful voices of Zendaya and Zac Efron.

This is very gay and very much angst based.

Enjoy! :)

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“You know I want you.” He claimed, holding the other man’s hand gently into his “It’s not a secret I try to hide.” Frans pulled away, walking to the hanging rope clinging from the tall ceiling, his face unreadable.

“I know you want me,” the words made him stop. ”so don’t keep saying our hands are tied.” Fran turned around facing the elegant looking man. Tears were pooling in his eyes, yet his gaze was of stone.

“It’s not in the cards” Frans claimed.

“Fate is pulling you miles away,” Stefan argued “and out of reach from me.” He grabbed the rope before the other could get hold of it. “But you’re here…”he grabbed Frans soft hand, pressing it into his own chest, feeling the flittering beat of Stefan’s heart “in my heart. So who can stop me if I decide that you’re my destiny?”

Frans pulled away again, forcing his head not to fall into tempting words. He wanted Stefan. That he could not deny even himself. Yet, he knew that if he gave in into this small piece of want, he felt there was no turning back.

“What if we rewrite the stars?” Stefan pushed on. Frans gave him a wry smile, grabbing the rope from his hands. They started moving around, Stefan following Frans while the latter prepared the stage for the next play. “Say you were meant to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart. You’d be the one I was meant to find”

Stefan stoped in the middle of the dark hallway, his face barely illuminated by the soft light behind the stage.

“It’s up to you and it’s up to me. No one could say what we get to be.” This words hit close to Frans hearth, making him halt on his step, his back to Stefan. He walked towards Frans, wrapping his arms around Frans waist resting his head in his shoulder. Frans laid his arms around Stefans arms, holding him close, laying back his head on the other’s chest. They closed their eyes and felt the body heat emanating from each other. In the darkness of the backstage and the soft lights overhead gave them both a sense of intimacy.

“So why don’t we rewrite the stars? And maybe the world could be ours, tonight.” Stefan whispered holding his lover close to him. There was a heavy silence that followed, like if Frans was holding to this moment for the last time. Slowly but firmly, he detached himself from his arms, turning around to face him.

“You think it’s easy?” Frans searching for Stefan’s eyes. Those beautiful slate-coloured eyes, now a stormy grey from the anguish he caused. “You think I don’t wanna run to you?” Frans pulled him towards the front of the empty stage. “But there are mountains.” he waved towards the empty seats of the theatre. “And there are doors that we can’t walk through.”

Stefan started, and argument on the tip of his tongue. “I know you’re wondering why,” Frans stopped him, “because we’re able to be just you and me between this walls.” He walked towards the edge of the stage, his eyes trained on the ghost-audience, tears now falling through his cheeks. “But when we go outside, you’re gonna wake up and see that it was hopeless after all.”

He spun around, facing the hopeless man. “No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you’ll be mine? Everything keeps us apart.” He pulled out the photo of the woman from his lover’s shirt pocket and showed it to the fiancé. “And I’m not the one you were meant to find. It's not up to you, it's not up to me when everyone tells us what we can be. And how can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours, tonight.”

Stefan took the photo of the woman he was soon to marry. He looked at her with resentment and sadness, then ripped the piece of paper into equal halves. He looked at Frans in the eyes while throwing the papers to the floor. The other looked at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down his porcelain cheeks.

“All I want is to fly with you.” Stefan grabbed his hand pulling him close once more. “All I want is to fall with you. So just give me all of you.” He cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears from his face. Frans closed his eyes, leaning into his lover’s touch.

“It feels impossible” he whispered.

“It’s not impossible” he whispered back.

“Is it impossible?” Frans asked, voice breaking.

“Say that it’s possible” Stefan begged. Frans looked at the sincerity in his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly. Stefan started crying then, a smile spreading through his handsome face.

“And how do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine.” Frans nodded again, this time firmly, and let out a joyous laugh. “And nothing can keep us apart”

“'Cause you are the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me. No one could say what we get to be.” They felt like they were the only one in the world. They needed nothing else and no one else but themselves.

“And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours.” Stefan whispered, kissing Frans softly in the lips. They closed their eyes and held each other closely. That’s when Frans heard a door slam shut from the other side of the theatre. He pulled away and saw the silhouette of someone standing at the door. Reality crashed over his daydream within a second. He looked back at the wide-eye, lovesick eyes of his boy.

“You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide.” He pulled him back to the backstage, to the shadows. “But I can't have you.” His voice broke, tears blurring his vision. “We're bound to break and my hands…” He forced his body away from Stefan. “…are tied.”

He turned around and left through backstage.

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painperformanceclinic · 6 months ago

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Fran & Joann Interview | Pain & Performance Clinic

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spookymulderjr · 2 years ago

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A Close Encounter of the Same Kind

[A Symbrockgel Origin Story]

May 26th was gonna be just gonna be any other day for me in San Francisco. I had come to San Fran for a get together with a bunch of alien and UFO believers. I was their guest of honor cause they wanted to meet THE Queen Angel. It was a fun little meeting and stuff. The humans there were the sweetest and I truly enjoyed their company. I was leaving the little venue they held the event after it was over. I rode my motorcycle outta there fast cause I was getting anxiety from not eating in a while. I saw there was a little sushi restaurant parked my bike and went there. I had eaten my meal and heard some crashing outside the meal as I was tipping, I saw out the window a guy had slammed into my motorcycle. I sighed and left quickly out the door to yell at this fucking asshole who crashed into my motorcycle. I walked up to them and I saw the guy was talking to himself but not really cause I heard another voice.

"Eddie you idiot. You're gonna be in so much trouble. I told you to stop!" said the gravely voice.

"Well I'm sorry I just got distracted!" said the man

"Um, you just fucked up my Paxton!" I yelled out.

"Oh fuck is this your motorcycle? I'm so sorry! That's a sick bike though" said the man.

"Eddie! This one smells different from everyone else!" said the gravely voice.

"Shut up! Oh sorry I have this parasite and... it talks to me in my head. What's your name so we can get some insurance on this, if you have any." said the man

"Stop calling me that!" said the gravely voice.

I'm just looking at this guy wondering what the fuck is going on with him and this weird voice inside his head, but I shrugged and laughed.

"Oh I'm Queen Angel Parker, and you?" I said.

"I'm Eddie Brock. But wait Queen? Like is that your first name or is it Angel?" Eddie said. "Aw, you don't know who I am, that's cute! My name is Angel short for Angelina but I'm also the Queen of Jupiter soooo." I laughed.

"THAT'S WHY SHE SMELLS DIFFERENT SHE IS AN ALIEN TOO!!!" the gravely voice said as a black gelatinous goo creature came out of Eddie's back.

"So that's what that other voice was! I was wondering why you have 2 voices like?" I laughed.

"Yeah, this is the parasite, his name is Venom." Eddie said.

"Oh my god, it's always weird for me to meet another alien it's kinda cool. I'm just used to humans and other creatures, meeting something from the same neighborhood as me is like refreshing almost" I laughed.

"See Eddie, I told you there was something with this one." Venom said.

"Oh fuck, the insurance stuff, I'm gonna so be in debt" Eddie said remembering that he crashed into my motorcycle.

"Hey, don't worry about it, it's gonna fix itself here soon. Being a powerful alien queen like me, you can get some incredible toys. But, we can exchange contact information to just talk. You're kinda cute and would you like to go out for some sushi or something." I said blushing and looking away cause, oh my god these 2 there was something about them I had to have.

"Are you seriously asking me out on a date?" Eddie said.

"No, both of you two." I winked.

"Oh, I like her already!" Venom said smiling.

"Well okay then, uh how's next weekend sound?" Eddie blushed.

"Sounds great! We'll go to this restaurant here. See y'all, I gotta go to my hotel room. I'm tired. I've already went and put my contact in your phone." I said smiling smugly.

"Okay you really are an alien, Venom can do that too!" Eddie said.

"Aliens we can do anything!" I said.

"Yes we can!" Venom said.

I smiled and hopped on my motorcycle and said see ya to them and rode off to my hotel. I can't believe I went to San Francisco for a dorky alien event to meet a bunch of believers and ended up getting a date with a human and a fellow alien. What are the odds of that?

#queen angel signing off #an intergalactic throuple #angel's self ship shit #y'all i'm nervous about this so be nice f;asdkfa #why is it that i can write for other people but for myself i'm like noooo keep it hidden. meh who cares fasd;fasd

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jmbringitonworld · 3 years ago

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Fransweek 2022, Day 7: Valentine's

This takes place within my Machine Convergence AU, introduced in Why You Shouldn’t Mess With The Machine. Basic premise is that the skelebros from Underfell, Underswap and Swapfell/Fellswap end up in classic Undertale, alongside their girlfriends (Frisk and Chara), as a result of trying to use the broken machine to bring Gaster back. Main pairings are Frans and Papara.

While in-universe, the girls refused to have nicknames, I’ve given them ones, just to distinguish them in my mind, and in the story. The Frisks are named after gemstones and the Charas, after flowers, based on their AU’s colour, with Undertale being yellow (a primary colour, to go with red and blue):

Frisk: Topaz (UT), Ruby (UF), Sapphire (US), Amethyst (SF/FS)

Chara: Buttercup (UT), Rose (UF), Bluebell (US), Violet (SF/FS)

I’ve also given them all jobs, which I’ll elaborate on over time, in future fics.

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Life in the skeleton-human household had settled down over time, inasmuch as was possible within a house filled with wildly different personalities. Arguments between the skeleton monsters remained frequent, particularly amongst the more abrasive characters, but their shared goal of fixing their father’s broken machine, and returning the extradimensional visitors to their home universes, had kept them all focused on their task. Perhaps a little too focused, on occasion, as the girls had found out. As such, they’d decided that on this special day, Valentine’s Day, everyone would take a break from work of any kind, to celebrate the romantic holiday with their respective partner. Some of the males were easier to convince than others, with Blue and Vanilla being especially taken with the idea of a Valentine’s date with their beloved, however not even the most stubborn soul could deny such determined humans for too long.

And so it was that, on the morning of Valentine’s Day, all of the mansion’s residents split off into pairs, to spend the day as a couple, in their own preferred way.

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Comic and Topaz had immediately retreated to the privacy of their shared bedroom, choosing to spend their date at home, enjoying the rare peace and quiet inside their nearly deserted house, though with some hesitation on Sans’s part.

“you sure about this, babe?” he questioned, letting his wife tug him down to lie beside her on their bed. “today’s a special day, after all. you really sure you wanna waste it indoors, doin’ nothing?”

Despite his doubts, he nonetheless made himself comfortable on the bed, wrapping his arms around Frisk and cradling her tenderly to his rib cage. She wrapped her own arms around him in return, resting her forehead against his.

“We are not doing ‘nothing’, Sansy,” she pressed a kiss to the corner of his grin. “We’re relaxing together, in our nice, comfy bed, enjoying each other’s presence. What more could a girl need, than her hus-bone by her side?”

Sans chuckled lightly, rubbing his nasal bone gently against the tip of Frisk’s nose, in the skeleton version of a nose nuzzle.

“heh, well you know how much i love taking breaks, ‘specially with my lovely wifey,” he hugged her close for a moment, relishing the feeling of her soft warmth in his arms, before drawing back slightly, to fix his suddenly serious look on her, his eyelights dimming slightly. “look, i know i’m a lazybones a lotta the time, and things’ve been really hectic ever since our otherworldly copies showed up, but... it’s valentine’s, the most romantic day of the year, an' our very first since getting married. don’t you wanna do something special?”

Frisk withdrew one arm from around Sans, to cup his skull in her hand. She gave him a warm smile, as she affectionately caressed his cheekbone.

“Sans, any time I spend with you is special, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing. And now that our house is so full and our lives are so busy, what with the machine, our housemates and our jobs, our alone time is extra important to me. We rarely get to have any time with just the two of us, so I want to enjoy this moment together.”

Sans sighed, closing his eye sockets. He pulled Frisk close again, carding his phalanges through her hair.

“i feel the same, sweetheart. the machine needs a skele-ton of work to fix it, and it’s kept all us boneheads really busy. not to mention, havin’ red workin’ at the lab, even if he’s in a different department, hasn’t been easy. i get a lotta complaints at work about his crappy attitude. guy sure has a bone to pick with the world.”

Sans let out another, deep sigh, burying his skull in his wife’s hair as he held her tightly. Frisk ran her hand along his skull in a gentle caress, hoping to ease his tension.

“Well, he is from a 'kill or be killed' Underground, after all," she pointed out reasonably. "I guess he still isn't used to having to play nice with others. Have you mentioned this to Edge? Maybe he can do something about Red. They are brothers, after all, and Edge works as a security guard at your lab, right? I’m sure he wants to keep the peace as much as you do.”

At his wife’s suggestion, Sans snorted, shaking his head tiredly.

“nah, he only makes things worse,” he grumbled, a disgruntled, aggrieved look on his skull. “according to alphys, edgelord often interrupts his patrol to come berate red when that jackass is bein’ disruptive, but he always ends up causing an even bigger scene. if the two of ‘em weren’t so good at their jobs, the higher ups at nasa would’ve kicked ‘em out on their coccyx ages ago. and can you believe that they were apparently a lot worse underground? how the hell their girls put up with em’ i’ll never know.”

Frisk gave him a commiserating smile, rubbing soothing, placating circles along his cervical vertebrae, causing Sans to let out a low, satisfied groan, as he pressed his forehead against his wife’s.

“ah, forget about those two numbskulls. this is valentine’s day and i’ve got my warm, wonderful wifey in my arms. i don’t wanna think about anythin’ but you today, babe. our valen-time's precious enough as it is, without wastin’ it on others. and... i’m sorry i’ve left you feelin’ bone-ly. i just wish there was some way to make it up to ya, frisky.”

In response, Frisk drew herself up, to pepper kisses all over her husband’s skull.

“There is,” she whispered between kisses. “All I want is to take a break with you. I know how hard you and the other guys have been working to fix things. And I’m grateful, honestly, and so proud. That’s why us ladies decided that today isn’t just a chance to celebrate our love. It’s also the perfect excuse to give our bone boys a break. You deserve it.”

Sans felt his soul warm up from both Frisk’s words and her loving kisses. His eyelights dilated, growing fuzzy around the edges, as he smiled adoringly at her.

“well, i have been working myself to the bone for a while, now. and, tibia honest? i could really use a nap. i’m bone-tired, heh.”

The two of them shared a laugh, clutching each other tightly.

“Well, come on then, hubby,” Frisk grinned brightly at Sans, mirth shining in her eyes, a finger tapping, teasingly, on his sternum. “Stop overthinking things and relax. Let go of all of your worries, and focus on the here and now. Today is all about us.”

“heh, welp, you don’t have to pa-tell-a me twice.”

With Frisk’s answering giggle ringing in the air, Sans finally allowed himself to fully sink into the mattress of his bed, as all the tension left his body. He hugged Frisk close, entwining their hands and hearing the clink of their wedding rings. Ignoring all else, he focused on the softness of her skin, her familiar warmth, the sweet smell of her favourite shampoo. He listened to her gentle breaths, watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, and felt, deep within his soul, the answering beat of her own soul, pulsing in time with his.

“happy valentine’s day, frisk.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sans.”

~~~

With neither quite sure how best to have a romantic date, given their lack of experience with romance, Red and Ruby decided to have a fun day out at the amusement park. Ebott Cit’s fun fair was large, colourful and loud, boasting a wide variety of attractions, stalls, rides, and games of chance and skill. As such, on a popular holiday like Valentine's Day, it was currently packed full of visitors, both monster and human.

Sans felt exposed and vulnerable in such a large crowd, uncomfortable with being surrounded by so many strangers while in a new location, and stuck close to Frisk, one arm slung around her shoulders, keeping her pinned to his side possessively and protectively. Every time someone happened to bump into him, from distracted couples to excited children, Sans would fix them with his single, burning, crimson eyelight, glaring menacingly at the offender until they ran away in a panic, Frisk’s desperate “sorry!” called out to their retreating backs.

“Sans, please stop frightening the other visitors!” Frisk pleaded with Sans. “This is a peaceful universe, remember? No one’s going to attack us out of the blue here. Everyone just wants to have a good time, same as us. We’re supposed to be on a date, so let’s just enjoy ourselves, please.”

Sans huffed, turning his skull away from his girlfriend’s upset frown.

“yeah, yeah, i know, sweetheart...” he grumbled sulkily. “old habits die hard, but i’ll try ta keep a lid on it. fer your sake.”

Frisk beamed brightly at him and leaned towards him to plant a firm kiss to his blushing cheekbone. Sans ducked his skull, beads of magical sweat rolling down the sides, trying, in vain, to hide his burning face.

“Thank you, Sans!”

“... anythin’ fer you, sweetheart...”

Despite his promise, Sans still kept a vigilant, glowing eyelight on his surroundings, unable to truly lower his guard in such a busy, unfamiliar place, though with everyone giving the intimidating skeleton monster with the violent aura a wide birth, there were no further incidents. At least, not while the couple were walking around the fair.

The two lovers occasionally stopped at the various stalls dotted all over the park, admiring the displayed merchandise, but unable to buy anything, since the vendors seemed too terrified by Sans’s fearsome appearance and gruff demeanour to properly serve him. One young rabbit monster had squeaked upon his approach, ducking underneath their stall to cower out of sight, causing Frisk to hastily drag Sans away, apologising profusely to the hidden stall owner.

Things were much the same wherever they went. Even when Sans used his magic to discreetly (and sometimes not-so-discreetly) cheat at the fair games, winning several prizes for a mortified Frisk, who could only bow her head contritely, none of the attendants or other participants dared to call him out on his underhanded tactics. At every amusement ride the pair chose to try, the seats closest to them remained empty, the other fair-goers preferring to wait for the next go, or avoiding the ride entirely.

Sans’s breaking point came when a small human child accidentally ran into him. Looking up, the youngster’s apology died on their lips once they caught sight of Sans’s wide, sharp-toothed grin, with his one glinting, golden fang, and his sole, brightly blazing, blood-red eyelight, the other eye socket a dark, vacant void. The child promptly burst into tears, and was quickly scooped up and carried off by their worried parents, while Frisk’s own anxious apologies fell on deaf ears.

With a low growl, Sans grabbed Frisk’s arm and took a shortcut straight to a quiet, deserted corner, at the edge of the fair.

“i’m sick o’ this bullshit!” his voice, already deep and gravelly, was little more than a furious snarl. “fer once, i’m actually tryin’ ta play nice, but these spineless cowards keep ruinin’ our date!”

Sans exhaled forcefully, before seeming to wilt, his anger leaving him as he turned his despondent gaze towards Frisk, both of his eyelights back to normal, if noticeably dimmed.

“i’m... i’m really sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled pitifully, voice soft and repentant. “i didn’t mean ta spoil our date, honest. i really wanted today ta be special, an’... an’ i was really hopin’ ta give ya the kinda valentine’s experience ya deserve. but i keep screwin’ everythin’ up... as usual...”

Frisk gently cupped his skull, turning his downcast eyelights to her kind smile, her eyes warm and full of compassion.

“Oh Sans,” she breathed out in a light sigh, “you haven’t screwed anything up and our date is most certainly not ruined. I don’t blame you for being a little... tense. You’ve had it rough, your whole life, and coming to this strange new universe hasn’t been easy on any of us. We’re all a bit on edge, frankly. But that’s why I wanted us to have fun today! Because you deserve to have a good time, more than anyone I know. So please, forget about everyone else! It’s our special, romantic date, and all I need is you by my side.”

Sans practically melted at her words and her touch, a doting, adoring smile on his bright red skull, his two fuzzy, heart-shaped eyelights fixed on Frisk’s face. There was no hint of the dangerous killer he was Underground, only an infatuated skeleton, harmless as a puppy.

“yeah, ta hell with the rest o’ the world,” he purred, gathering Frisk up in his arms and nuzzling her face affectionately. “yer all i need ta be happy, sweetheart. so long’s i got you, i’m havin’ a great time.”

Frisk gave her besotted boyfriend a deep, tender kiss, causing him to melt further in her embrace. When she pulled back, however, her soft, sweet smile had been replaced by a devilish smirk, a wicked glint in her suddenly sharp eyes.

“There’s my good boy,” she praised, tracing a finger along the edges of Sans’s smile, heedless of his sharp teeth, before lightly scratching at his mandible, causing him to let out a soft groan. “Don’t you worry about anyone else here, okay? You’re safe. I’m with you. No one’s going to hurt you, not here in this alternate world, and not back in our own world. I promise you, love, I won’t let anything or anyone lay so much as a finger on you, got it? And if they try, then I’ll just have to show them the error of their ways. Just like I did back Underground. So, you just concentrate on having fun, because for today, nothing else matters except us.”

“heh, whateva ya say, sweetheart,” Sans agreed easily, obedient as a loyal lapdog, his skull aflame in a bright red blush. Even though Frisk now wore his dog collar, it was obvious that she was the one who held Sans’s leash.

Frisk giggled, a bold smile on her face, showing no trace of her earlier gentleness or meekness. With a confidence she rarely exhibited, she led Sans back into the crowd of eager, excitable park visitors. The rest of the date went by smoothly and without a hitch, as not one soul in the whole amusement park was afraid of the dopey, lovesick skeleton monster, utterly smitten with his seemingly delicate, human girlfriend.

~~~

After much discussion and many rejected ideas, Blue and Sapphire had eventually decided to go to the cinema, to watch the latest sci-fi film Sans had been eager to see, given both his fascination with space, and the film’s many positive reviews. With it being Valentine’s Day, most people had elected to watch romantic movies, therefore the auditorium was almost deserted, save for Sans and Frisk themselves, allowing the excited skeleton monster the luxury of being as noisy and vocal as he pleased.

Throughout the entire runtime of the film, Sans’s gaze remained glued to the screen, his running commentary echoing loudly in the vast, dark, near empty room, his enjoyment of the movie plain to see (and hear). By contrast, Frisk’s own gaze was firmly fixed on her boyfriend’s excited face, more than content to watch the play of emotions on his skull, and listen to his exclamations of amazement, or his complaints regarding the scientific inaccuracies portrayed in the film. She was also more than happy with her caramel-covered popcorn, digging into her large bucket periodically, and pouting sadly when she’d finished it all, to which Sans instantly gave her his own bucket (having gotten the same as her, in anticipation of this moment), much to her delight.

At the end of the movie, as the credits rolled, Sans turned to Frisk, almost bouncing in his seat, and continuing to voice his opinion, whether it was praise for the visuals and the action, or criticism of the pacing and characters. Frisk smiled indulgently at her boyfriend’s impassioned rant, leaning her head on her hand, her elbow propped on her seat’s armrest.

“I’m glad you liked the film, despite its flaws.”

Sans beamed brightly at her, blue, star-shaped eyelights glowing in the dim light of the auditorium.

“MWEH HEH HEH! SO AM I! I SHALL DEFINITELY RECOMMEND THIS MOVIE TO THE OTHERS, I’M SURE THEY’LL ENJOY IT TOO!” then he paused, frowning lightly, “WELL, MAYBE NOT RED, BLACK AND EDGE. THOSE THREE GRUMPS DON’T SEEM TO ENJOY ANYTHING. OR, AT LEAST NOT ANYTHING GOOD.”

Sans stuck his tongue out, grimacing at his and his brother’s alternate selves’ poor tastes. Frisk giggled lightly. At the sound, Sans perked up again and leaned forward.

“NEVERMIND THOSE GUYS, WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE MOVIE, PRINCESS?” Sans asked, his grin wide and enthusiastic.

Caught off guard, Frisk faltered, hesitating as she struggled to come up with an answer.

“Um, uh, well... it... it was all right?... I suppose...? And the popcorn was delicious,” she shrugged helplessly.

Sans blinked at her halting response, an uncertain look crossing his face.

“YOU... SUPPOSE? DID YOU NOT ENJOY THE MOVIE?” his browbones furrowed in worry, his previous excitement dissipating.

“No, it’s not that!” Frisk rushed to reassure him. “It’s just, well... I wasn’t really... paying all that much attention. To the film, that is. I was, uh, more preoccupied with watching your reaction, than anything else. You’re far more interesting than any film.”

Sans blushed brightly, dipping his skull in embarrassment.

“MWEH HEH HEH...” he smiled bashfully. “I’M GLAD TO HEAR THAT, SUNSHINE. BUT STILL! I WANT YOU TO ENJOY YOURSELF JUST AS MUCH AS I DO! SO NEXT TIME, WE’LL WATCH A MOVIE THAT YOU CHOOSE.”

Frisk smiled softly, a fond look on her face as she shook her head.

“No need, Sans. Let’s just go with whatever you want to watch,” she took one of his gloved hands in hers, squeezing it lightly. “All I care about is spending time with you. It really doesn’t matter to me what we do, as long as we do it together.”

Sans got a complicated look on his skull, torn between warring emotions.

“I FEEL THE SAME. I CAN HAVE FUN DOING ANYTHING IF IT’S WITH YOU!” he shot her a brief grin, squeezing her hand in return, before his expression turned serious once more. “BUT, STILL... IT MATTERS TO ME THAT WE DO SOMETHING THAT YOU ENJOY. I DON’T WANT TO BE THE ONLY ONE HAVING A GOOD TIME ON OUR DATES.”

Frisk sighed, an exasperated, yet undeniably charmed smile tugging at her lips.

“I’m serious, Sans,” she assured him, tone firm and insistent. “I really could not care less what we do on our dates. Being with you... that’s enough. It’s more than enough, honestly. Every moment I spend alone with you is... magical. Especially given how rare they are.”

Sans flinched at her last statement, wincing at how casually she’d said it.

“FRISK... I’M SO SORRY,�� he gave her a guilty look, eye sockets wide and eyelights unnaturally dim. “EVER SINCE WE ARRIVED IN THIS UNIVERSE, I’VE BEEN WRAPPED UP IN HELPING TO FIX THE MACHINE AND GETTING US HOME. BUT! THAT’S NO EXCUSE FOR NEGLECTING YOU!”

Frisk leaned forward, giving him a tender kiss.

“It’s fine, Sans, I know how important your task is,” she smiled warmly at him. “And I’m not mad or upset or anything; I’m not a child, no matter what my parents say. And you’re a busy monster with a lot of vital work to do. I get it. You do what you have to do, okay? Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, really. I’ll be patient, I understand, just like back home.”

“WAIT, ‘JUST LIKE BACK HOME’?” Sans’s eye sockets widened in alarm. “WERE YOU FEELING LONELY BACK HOME AS WELL?!”

Frisk recoiled with a start, squirming uncomfortably in her seat at her panicking boyfriend’s urgent enquiry.

“Well, I mean, um, a... a little?” she looked away from Sans, hunching her shoulders a little, feeling awkward. Sans’s face fell, and Frisk rushed to console him. “But it’s fine! Really! Look Sans, back home, you’re a very important monster and a lot of people rely on you, all the time. And, you’re so friendly towards everyone, and sociable, and so charming and likeable, always willing and eager to help others... You have so many friends. So, I can’t be selfish and hog all of your attention. I know that it’s wrong to keep you all to myself, when so many others need you, I know that I need to share you with everyone else. So, I’m satisfied with whatever time I get with you. I truly mean it when I say that just being with you is enough for me.”

Despite her words of reassurance and her intent to comfort him, Sans grew more and more disheartened. Frisk bit her lip at his lost, crestfallen look, unsure what to do or say to cheer him up. Dejected, Sans turned his gaze down, frowning to himself, his fists clenching, before looking up, fixing Frisk with a determined a stare.

“WELL, THAT IS NOT ENOUGH FOR ME!” he declared, startling Frisk. “I WANT MORE! LOTS MORE! MORE TIME! MORE SMILES! MORE HUGS! MORE KISSES! MORE EVERYTHING WITH YOU! AND I DON’T CARE IF I’M BEING SELFISH!”

Frisk gaped at him, a fierce blush spreading across her cheeks. Sans breathed heavily after his outburst, and took his girlfriend’s hands into his own to ground himself. After a moment, he gave her a sheepish smile.

“TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I WAS ALSO FEELING A LITTLE LONELY,” Frisk blinked in surprise at his confession. “YOU’RE A LOT MORE POPULAR THAN YOU REALISE, FRISK. A LOT OF PEOPLE WANT YOUR ATTENTION, FOR PLENTY OF REASONS, AND YOU DO SO MUCH FOR OTHERS, EVEN IF YOU WON’T ADMIT IT. THAT’S WHY, SOMETIMES, I GET A LITTLE... JEALOUS... I DON’T WANT TO ADMIT TO SOMETHING SO UNCOOL, BUT... THERE ARE TIMES WHEN I WISH YOU WOULD IGNORE EVERYONE ELSE AND JUST FOCUS ON ME...”

“Sans... I had no idea you felt that way,” Frisk laid her hand on Sans’s arm, tone gentle and sympathetic, despite her astonishment. Sans rubbed the back of his skull, letting out a quiet chuckle of embarrassment.

“I KNOW, THAT’S NOT VERY MAGNIFICENT OF ME, HEH... BUT IT’S THE TRUTH. AND IT’S ALSO WHY I UNDERSTAND HOW YOU FEEL. AND I’M SORRY I DIDN’T NOTICE IT SOONER,” then Sans drew himself up, placing one hand atop his sternum, his eyelights blazing brightly and his gaze more solemn than Frisk had ever seen him. “THEREFORE I, THE SANS-SATIONAL SANS, HEREBY PROMISE YOU, PRINCESS FRISK DREEMURR, THAT I’LL BE A MUCH MORE ATTENTIVE PARTNER IN THE FUTURE! AND! I’LL MAKE MORE TIME FOR YOU! I DON’T WANT YOU TO EVER FEEL LIKE YOU DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING, ESPECIALLY IF IT’S MY TIME AND ATTENTION! BECAUSE YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY MY NUMBER ONE PRIORITY, AT ALL TIMES! YOU’RE MY SUNSHINE, FRISK. MY HEART AND SOUL ARE YOURS ALONE. SO PLEASE, BE AS SELFISH AS YOU WANT, SINCE I’M GOING TO BE MORE SELFISH TOO! BECAUSE, SUNSHINE, WHILE I LIKE SPENDING TIME WITH OTHERS, I’M THE VERY HAPPIEST I CAN BE WHEN I’M SPENDING TIME WITH YOU.”

Sans finished his speech with a bright smile, full of all of the love he felt for his girlfriend. Her face hotter than ever, Frisk threw her arms around him, burying her face in his blue bandana, trying to conceal her tears.

“... Thanks, Sans...” voice thick with emotion and muffled by his kerchief, Frisk barely withheld a sniffle. Sans happily returned her hug, his arms tightening around her as he felt his soul fluttering pleasantly.

“MWEH HEH HEH... MY PLEASURE, SUNSHINE.”

~~~

Black and Amethyst had wasted no time when deciding where to go, both immediately agreeing to visit their favourite café, now that they both finally had some time to spare. It was a small, cosy, out-of-the-way place, that catered to both humans and monsters, owned by an elderly gentleman who had devoted his youth to the pursuit of financial security, to the detriment of his social life, and who, in his twilight years, had found himself without any friends or family, and had, thus, used his pension to open up a café, in the hopes of easing his loneliness by interacting with his customers and his employees. As such, the café had an intimate, welcoming atmosphere, which had attracted many monsters.

Upon entering the establishment, Sans and Frisk were greeted by one of the servers, a spider monster, one of Muffet’s many cousins, who led them to their usual table in the corner, the one with the best vantage point of the rest of the room, and took their orders. He returned soon after, with their chosen drinks and a tray of little cakes, before sauntering off with a sly wink at the couple, promising to give them some privacy.

“THAT ONE IS IMPERTINENT AS ALWAYS,” Sans glowered at the retreating waiter’s back, raising his mug to his face to savour the rich, heady aroma of his coffee.

Frisk hummed noncommittally, peering into her own cup of hot chocolate to examine the little heart-shaped, pink and white marshmallows floating in her drink.

“The old man really went all out for Valentine’s, huh?” she cast a disparaging eye over the various pink and red, heart-shaped decorations festooned all over the café.

“HE CERTAINLY SEEMS RATHER PLEASED WITH HIS HANDIWORK,” Sans agreed, glancing at the café’s proprietor over the rim of his cup. Frisk looked towards the man as well.

“Yeah, though I doubt he’s going to be able to chat with any of his customers. Guy’s too nice and polite to play third wheel to happy couples,” she noted, taking a delicate sip of her hot chocolate. “I’m glad Greater Dog is keeping him company, at least.”

“WELL, IT’S NOT AS IF THE BIG BUFFOON CAN LOITER AROUND THE DOGI RIGHT NOW,” Sans remarked drily.

“Ugh, those two are even more sickeningly sappy than usual,” Frisk made a disgusted grimace at the very public displays of affection of the dog couple seated at a nearby table. “But, speaking of sappy,” Frisk cast a considering glance around the café, “I should take pictures of this place and post them to the Monster Embassy’s social media pages. It’s the perfect opportunity to drum up some excitement for some upcoming events I’ve got planned. Oh, and ‘encourage monster-human integration’ and ‘foster positive sentiments between our two species’, as my two other, soft-hearted selves would put it. Those two are so serious when they’re on the job. I wish they’d at least let me redecorate the office.”

Frisk sighed dramatically, bemoaning her alternate selves, Topaz and Sapphire. Sans raised a browbone at his girlfriend.

“AREN’T YOU THE ONE WHO’S ALWAYS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW MUCH I DISCUSS WORK?” he pointed out with a wry smirk.

“Speaking of work,” Frisk carried on, nonchalantly ignoring Sans’s question, to which he let out an amused snicker. “How’s yours going? Third other me’s mentioned that the school has also gone with the Valentine’s theme, and that loads of the little brats keep trying to give her Valentine’s gifts and cards. Hah, bet Red loves that!”

Frisk giggled wickedly at the thought of a disgruntled, jealous Red. Her own Sans chuckled as well, though he sported an annoyed frown.

“INDEED. THE OAF HAS BEEN GRIPING TO ME ABOUT THIS MATTER FOR A WHILE NOW, DEMANDING THAT I DO SOMETHING TO STOP THE CHILDREN. AS IF I WOULD, EVEN IF I COULD. I AM IN CHARGE OF THE SCHOOL’S SECURITY; IT IS NOT WITHIN MY DUTIES TO POLICE THE STUDENTS’ ACTIONS, SO LONG AS THEY REMAIN HARMLESS. THAT RESPONSIBILTY FALLS TO THE TEACHERS AND SUPERVISORS, SUCH AS RED’S PARAMOUR HERSELF, WHO HAS CHOSEN TO REJECT THE OFFERINGS AND DISMISS THE MATTER ENTIRELY. AS HAVE I, WHENEVER I AM THE RECIPIENT, I ASSURE YOU MY DEAR.”

“You actually have admirers?” Frisk interrupted, barely containing her laughter.

“NUMEROUS,” Sans sniffed, holding his head high. “NOT THAT IT MATTERS. THEY ARE ALL MERELY CHILDREN, EASILY AWED BY SOMEONE AS IMPRESSIVE AS I. BESIDES, MOST OF THE OVERTURES OF AFFECTION WERE MADE TO THE QUEEN. HER MAJESTY IS, WITHOUT QUESTION, HER SCHOOL’S MOST POPULAR TEACHER.”

At the mention of the monster queen, Frisk’s expression grew cold and pained. Sensing the change in his girlfriend’s mood, and all too aware of the old hurts he’d unintentionally dug up, Sans placed a gloved hand over one of her own, squeezing it lightly. Clearing his non-existent throat, he hurriedly tried to change the subject.

“BUT ENOUGH ABOUT WORK, TODAY IS MEANT TO CELEBRATE LOVE! AND, SEEING AS WE HAVE FOUND OURSELVES IN AN... UNUSUALLY PEACEFUL UNIVERSE, WHERE MONSTER-HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS HAVE PROGRESSED TO A TRULY ASTONISHING POINT, I MUST SAY, LET US ENJOY THIS RARE CHANCE AT AN UNDISTURBED DATE.”

Shaking off her melancholy, Frisk tried to dismiss any unpleasant thoughts of the past, and focus on the new topic.

“Yeah, you’re right, this universe is a lot more peaceful and amicable towards monsters. Probably because the monsters here aren’t as violent as ours are. Their ruler didn’t instate a ‘kill or be kill’ law,” her voice became harsh and resentful at that last part, before she shrugged, purposefully casually. “So, we’d best make the most of this unexpected opportunity. Who knows for how long we’ll be able to enjoy a little peace and quiet while on a date. Or when we’ll be able to do so again, once we’re back in our own universe.”

Sans frowned at that last remark, and fell into a pensive silence. Finishing off the last of his coffee, he turned his full attention to Frisk.

“THAT TIME WILL NOT BE FAR OFF, I PROMISE YOU FRISK,” he vowed. Frisk blinked at his solemn tone and expression. “ONCE THE FOUR OF US HAVE RETURNED HOME, I WILL DEDICATE MYSELF EVEN FURTHER TO THE TASK OF BUILDING A PEACEFUL, WELCOMING WORLD FOR BOTH MONSTERS AND HUMANS, JUST LIKE WE’VE FOUND HERE. NO MATTER HOW DIFFICULT THAT GOAL IS, I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL THE BOND BETWEEN OUR TWO RACES HAS BEEN MENDED, AND THE TWO OF US CAN GO ON DATES LIKE THIS ONE, WITHOUT FEAR OF VIOLENCE OR HATRED, FROM EITHER MONSTERS OR HUMANS.”

Frisk’s face softened, a rare gentle smile on her lips, as she gazed with fond affection at her boyfriend.

“Then I guess I’d better step up my game as well,” she winked at Sans. “Can’t let you show me up, after all.”

“PERISH THE THOUGHT,” Sans grinned wryly. “HOWEVER! DON’T THINK THIS MEANS THAT I WILL NEGLECT MY OTHER DUTIES, TO YOU. WE ARE, AHEM, LOVERS, AND NOW THAT WE CAN FINALLY BE TOGETHER, AS A... COUPLE, I DON’T INTEND TO SLACK OFF IN THE SLIGHTEST WHEN IT COMES TO BEING AS FLAWLESS A BOYFRIEND AS I AM A SOLDIER. I WILL ENDEAVOUR TO ENSURE THAT YOU ARE ALWAYS AWARE OF MY FEELINGS FOR YOU, AND THAT YOU ARE NEVER LONELY. MY TIME AND ATTENTION ARE YOURS, ABOVE ALL ELSE, AS ARE MY HEART AND SOUL. NEVER DOUBT THAT, FRISK.”

The human ducked her head as a fierce blush blossomed across her cheeks, torn between wanting to tease Sans for his mushy, corny words, and wanting to kiss him for being so charming and flattering her so sincerely.

“... N-Not like you to be so honest and... romantic,” she mumbled, her tone bashful.

“I CAN BE A CONSIDERATE BOYFRIEND WHEN THE TIME CALLS FOR IT!” Sans crossed his arms, posture defensive and arrogant, before deflating slightly and turning his skull away, reluctantly conceding, “THAT AND, WELL... THE MUTT MAY HAVE MENTIONED, ONCE OR TWICE, THAT YOU SEEMED A LITTLE DOWN AS OF LATE, AND THAT I SHOULD BE A BIT MORE ATTENTIVE.”

“Aw, that boy...” Frisk shook her head, a warm smile on her face. Sans definitely did not pout at his girlfriend’s obvious fondness for his little brother, platonic as their relationship was. He was not the slightest bit jealous of how effortlessly the two got along, and how lenient and protective Frisk was towards Papyrus, while she snarked and teased him constantly. Absolutely not. He was above such petty childishness.

“REGARDLESS,” he said out through gritted teeth, “I INTEND TO INCREASE MY EFFORTS TO MAKE YOU HAPPY AND I SWEAR TO TAKE YOU ON MANY MORE DATES IN THE FUTURE.”

“You better,” Frisk tried to smother her delighted smile with a mock pout, but her blush gave away her true feelings. “It’s been a nice change of pace, coming to this alternate universe, where monsters are so friendly, and the other me’s are really cool and all, but... no one can replace you. You’re still the most fun to be around, so... s-so you’d better make more time for us!”

“HEH, YOU REALLY DO SAY THE CUTEST THINGS, SOMETIMES,” Sans felt his soul flutter and, unbeknownst to him, his purple eyelights had turned into little hearts.

“Ack!” Frisk’s face exploded in a bright red blush at the adorable sight, her heart hammering in her chest.

“WHAT? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” Sans raised his browbone in confusion. Frisk tried to cover her burning cheeks with her hands, bowing her head to hide her embarrassment, but she couldn’t help peeking at her boyfriend’s eyelights.

“Y-You’ve got... heart eyes, again, d-dork,” her voice came out, muffled by her hands.

“WHAT?!” Sans took out his phone to confirm that his eyelights were, indeed, heart-shaped. Letting out a strangled shriek, he buried his skull in his arms. “NOT AGAIN! D-DON’T LOOK AT ME!”

With the romantic mood effectively shattered, it took a while for the couple to overcome their embarrassment and resume their date. Despite that, the tender feelings of love the two shared remained with them throughout.

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I know that this ended rather abruptly, but that's because it’s only part 1. Part 2, featuring the Papara couples, will be posted later, once I've got the energy and motivation to write again, after how stressful preparing for Fransweek has been. It'll be a sort of bonus chapter.

Fun fact: I wrote all of Fransweek using Microsoft Word, and my Editor’s Score (which is always displayed, in the top right corner of the page) has remained consistently at 69% the entire time. Every time it went up a percent, I ended up having to write some of Sans’s dialogue and the score dropped back down to 69%. So, as I was struggling to come up with the right words to convey what’s in my head, I kept seeing this big, blue 69 in the corner of my eye, and I couldn’t help but hear Sans’s stupid voice saying “nice”. Godamit Sans.

I can't believe I'm finally done with Fransweek. It has been haunting me for the past two months, and I'm so relieved that I can finally present the results of all the hard work I've done, and put it all behind me at last. I'm definitely taking a bit of break after all of that stress, but I will return to writing again once I'm recharged. Despite how difficult writing with a looming deadline, rules and restrictions, has been, I still had fun. I don't plan on quitting this little hobby quite yet, so there'll definitely be more from me in the future. Whether or not it'll be any good, I can't say.

Thank you @fransweek for giving me this incredible opportunity to take part in such a fun event. It's been wonderful seeing all the great art that others have posted, all to celebrate my OTP. Frans and Undertale are still going strong after all these years, and I couldn't be prouder!

And happy Singles Awareness Day everyone!

Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7

#JMB writes #fransweek #fransweek 2022 #day 7 valentine's #frans #sans x frisk #frisk #sans #machine convergence au #undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #fellswap #valentine's day dates #i hope i did all of the couples justice

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cdroloisms · 4 years ago

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more of the ghost!dream au!! still no good names for it, sorry (feel free to give me recs? maybe?) - picking off right where we left off here [x]. i’ve gotten quite a bit of this pre-written already as well as quite a bit planned - it’s definitely one of my favorite universes at the minute and something im really excited to show yall !!

tw: death, memory loss (?), grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unhealthy relationship, grief, emotional distress, implied torture/abuse, aftermath of prison arc/pandora’s vault, dark(ish?) portrayal of c!sam (he’s one of the main figures of this au lmao but it grapples quite a bit w/ what he did in pandora)

Sam had only met Ghostbur once.

He never knew the former president well, had been busy with his own base during the Revolution and came back to the server in chaos after an ill-fated election and the man exiled. It hadn’t mattered, much, at the time; Wilbur was an imposing man, even in others’ recollections of him, and their words left very very little to the imagination. From what he knew, Wilbur was a smart man, cunning and silver-tongued, brimming with an unending fountain of belief that he could change the world with his words and his words alone; the server, overrun with memories of scuffles and battles and wars and countries Sam had not been around to remember, only seemed to serve as proof that he could. The few glimpses of the man that he managed to catch showed dark, tired eyes, a figure that stood almost as tall as he did, lips twisted in a perpetual tight-lipped smile.

Even as he spiraled, unexplainably, whispers of madness chasing the wind and landing in choppy fragments in the Badlands meetings held over Skeppy and Bad’s dinner table, those eyes never became less piercing, never failed to seem like they were burning through whatever and whoever they looked at. Sam hadn’t been the subject of that stare many times, but he remembers the bone-deep anxiety from having those eyes on him, even now.

Ghostbur, somehow, was the complete opposite; where his eyes had once been all-too knowing, belying their owners’ intelligence, a ruthless penchant for analysis that would split bone from marrow with a single sharp-edged glance, the phantom’s eyes were completely vacant. Instead of the glossy whites and rings of brown that would flicker warm to cool and warm again without warning, there was only an empty, all-encompassing blue.

He had floated over to Sam following a particularly difficult- session, with the prisoner, greeting him with an airy call of his name as Sam set off to his base for the night. He’d startled, then, still fresh off the adrenaline that was sent coursing through his veins each time he entered those blackstone walls, and started a sort of easy, unfocused conversation as they went along the path to the nether portal.

Ghostbur was - off, for the lack of a better word, even with Sam’s lack of familiarity of either side of the man - who he’d been before and what he’d become. His memories slipped through his mind like water seeping through fingers, and his attention span didn’t seem much better. Still, Sam listened to that echoing, otherworldly voice, nodded along as he eagerly recounted his day - or what he could recall from it, at least, until his feet had brought him along the same well-worn path to the nether portal, spitting purple sparks into the night.

“I’ll have to be going, Ghostbur,” he’d said through a thin smile, muscles aching under netherite as he pulled his shoulders back. The ghost’s head had cocked to the side, watching him with empty eyes, hands outstretched in front of him, palms up.

“Sam-” the ghost blinked slowly, “Are you sad?”

Sam froze. Ghostbur stared at him, face still kept in that same blank expression, eyes still an endless blanket of blue, but something - in his stance, perhaps, in the echoes of his words as they reverberated off of nothing, felt familiar, felt like looking up expecting a window and coming face to face with a shattered mirror - before the phantom’s face broke out in a weightless smile.

“Have some blue!”

The blue was dropped unceremoniously into his hands as he fumbled the catch and nearly let it fall to the ground; the clear, glassy surface of it tainted blue by his fingertips, the color swirling and darkening in his hands. He watched it, mesmerized, as blossoms of blue bloomed beneath his skin; his feelings, sharp-edged, became sea glass tossed in its shifting waves, smoothed, numbed, slowly sucked away in a pulsing chorus of blue blue blue-

“That’s quite a lot of blue,” Ghostbur chirped, and Sam blinked at the thing in his hands - navy, the same color as the sky above their heads clinging to the last remnants of twilight - “Would you like some more?”

“...no thanks, Ghostbur,” Sam looked back up, feeling through the new, blue-tinged fog in his brain, memories blurred at the edges but lacking the same burning sting of regret, “Good night.”

“Good night, Sam!” Wilbur smiled, blank blue eyes trained on his face even as Sam stepped into the portal and the world swirled away. “See you soon!”

---

“Sammy,” Dream walked - no, floated, forwards as Sam took a step back, unresponsive, “is there something wrong?”

Sam swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

He was a spitting image to Dream as he first knew him; the same tousled hair, freckled face, down to the ratty old jacket that he’d insisted on wearing at all times, made of a garish shade of lime-green and covered in customized patches that Bad - unable to resist his puppy eyes - had always ended up fixing the thing with. He had a gap in his teeth that had left him with a lisp for weeks back then, prompting Sapnap’s teasing much to Dream’s annoyance; his head tipped to the side, curious, familiar, and something deep inside Sam’s chest ached.

“Dream-” he tried, chest tightening further when the ghost’s face broke out into a brilliant smile, “why are you here?”

Why do you remember me?

He hadn’t talked to Ghostbur much, but he’d heard, to some degree, about how the ghost operated, how his memories were inconsistent at best, seemingly dependent on the emotions he’d attached to them while alive. How he went through the world in a state of unshakable bliss at the cost of his mind. Dream’s memories of him should’ve been anything but happy; why was he here?

“What do you mean?” Dream blinked at him, eyebrows scrunched, lips set in a small frown. His eyes, black and vacant, seemed to swallow all light, even with the sun streaming through the branches. “Where am I suppos’d to go?”

“Don’t you want to be with George and Sapnap?”

Dream’s face was blank, and the pit in Sam’s gut grew deeper. “Who’s that?”

“George?” Sam could feel his voice begin to tremble, eyes widening. “Sapnap? You know them, right?”

“No?” Dream drew out the word, looking at him like he’d grown another head. “Should I know them?”

“Should you- Dream, this isn’t funny- they’re your best friends! They were your best friends- Pandas? Do you know Pandas?”

“You mean like in the jungles? I haven’t been in a jungle before, Sam, d’you think we could visit one?”

“No- Pandas, do you-” Dream only looked at him with the same confused, uncomprehending expression, not even a flicker of recognition in his face; Sam could hear his heart thudding in his ears, a distant horror growing and wrapping around his throat, “How about Ponk? Alyssa? Calla? Bad?”

Each name did nothing to change the blankness on Dream’s face, the screaming thoughts in Sam’s head growing to a fever pitch when the ghost in front of him shook his head, hair whipping back and forth.

“Nope!” His hands tugged at his hoodie sleeves, the movement familiar in a way that had echoes of long-forgotten memories drifting to the surface, holding his heart in a chokehold and squeezing tight. “Are they your friends?”

“Dream,” he stepped forward - felt a shadow of a pickaxe held in his fists, the shape of the name in his mouth bringing forth the taste of iron and smoke and painting the inside of his eyelids red - and stopped in his tracks. The images melted away, left just a kid standing in front of him, rocking back and forth on nothing, and Sam was going to be sick.

“Who do you remember?”

Dream smiled as the question registered, directing a look of such open, unadulterated adoration his way that it stole all of the air from Sam’s lungs.

“You, dummy!” He laughed, airy and light. “Who else?”

---

He brought him to his base, because what else was he supposed to do?

Dream skipped behind him, entirely enamoured with Fran; he watched as she melted under his enthusiastic scratches at the tufts of fur at her neck. He’d always been a soft touch with animals, had brought home stray mobs more than a few times as a kid; Sam swallowed around his unease and trudged forward.

“Puppy!” He nearly screeched with laughter, and Sam looked back to see Dream with his arms wrapped around Fran’s neck, face buried in her fur as giggles made his shoulders shake. Fran gave him a sloppy lick on the cheek, making him break out into a new round of high-pitched wheezes, “Good girl! Good puppy!”

“Hurry up, Dream,” Sam turned away. “We don’t have all day.”

“Oh- m’sorry,” Dream’s voice quieted, almost seemed to wobble, and Sam bit down on his tongue as they continued to walk back. He- didn’t know what to do, not with this version of Dream, not the little kid he’d half-forgotten instead of the masked monster he’d become so accustomed to. It was so much easier to slip into the mask, let his voice drop cold and deep and empty, the role of the Warden heavy and comfortable like a set of netherite armor. He pointedly kept his eyes staring forward, looking for the edge of the forest they’d ended up stuck in so he could finally see.

A sudden, yipping bark came from behind, thoroughly startling him and sending a sword appearing in a flash of white. He huffed at Fran, looking at him with faux innocent eyes, really?

Unfortunately, both she and Dream had somehow fallen ridiculously behind, the ghost having lowered to the ground at some point as Fran sat and wagged her tail. He rolled his eyes, making his way back towards the duo, feeling irritation press in the form of a headache against the front of his skull.

“Come on,” he muttered, wincing at how clipped his words sounded, even in his own ears. Not the same Dream, Sam. You’re not in the prison anymore. He shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes narrowing as he came closer; Dream hadn’t just stopped because of some distraction, as he first assumed. The kid was leaning against Fran, hands twisted loosely in her fur, head tipped forward and leaning against her body.

“Dream?”

The ghost looked up at his voice, one hand going to rub at his eye. His hair seemed to be moving around less than earlier, lips twisted in a small frown.

“M’sleepy, Sammy,” he mumbled around a yawn, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He reached both hands up, palms facing the sky, as he stared expectantly. “Up.”

Aren’t you a little big to be carried? The retort came to mind as easily as breathing, echoed in his own head by his own voice, younger, exasperated but fond. His arms shook with the memory of a kid wrapping his arms around his neck and fumbling with his crown, with the feeling of a dead weight resting against the crook of his elbows, tall and lanky and far too light for its size, held in his arms one final time-

“Please?”

Sam shook his head.

“We’re walking to my base. Come on.”

#tw death #tw grief #tw torture #tw abuse #prison arc #pandora's vault #tw unhealthy coping mechanisms #tw unhealthy relationship #tw emotional distress #tw memory loss #ghost!dream au #queue <3 #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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ginger-danica-snapps · 4 years ago

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WIP Wednesday. A snip from my back in time, fix it Jonsa story and my Ned marries Cersei instead of Catelyn AU.

"Here,” the child said and while Sansa was kneeling another person slipped from between the trees. This time a woman in a long flowing, tan dress, but her hair looked like the bark of the weirwood. She held something in her hands.

Jon watched as Sansa realized what it was and began to stand and protest, but Jon placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her kneeling.

“þú eru dawninn bringer, protector ór fólk,inn móðir ór allr hverr eru eigi dauðr. Vargr dróttning fran Norðririnn,” the child intoned as the woman came to stand before and raised a crown of weirdwood branches somehow petrified into a glistening, smooth crown with wild branches reaching to the moonlight.

Old tongue again, Jon realized and began to work through the translation, suddenly more grateful to his time among the freefolk.

“You are the dawnbringer, Protector of the People, Mother of All who are not dead. Wolf Queen from the North,” he murmured quietly, but kept his hand on her shoulder when she immediately began to protest.

The crown was nestled onto her head and Jon was moving to the front, pulling Dark Sister from sheath again and laying her tip down onto the ground with his head bowed.

“I swear to be the sword that guards you till there is no breath left in my body. Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no other to wife, hold no lands that are not yours as well, and father no children that do not call you mother. You are the queen I choose. You are my queen, now and always.”

It was a cold morning when Cersei Lannister pulled her cloak around her shoulders and slipped out of her room. Melara and Jeyne already waited for her patiently and she slipped past them without a word of greeting. They followed silently as Cersei expertly navigated her way outside of Casterly Rock without running into nary a servant or soldier who would scamper off to tattle.

They reached the woods without speaking and Cersei turned with a sharp grin. She held her hands out to the two girls and they smiled back and reached out to clasp hands. Turning they ran into the forest, laughing, as Cersei led them to the small creek.

“Where did you say she was?” Cersei asked as they cautiously stepped onto slick rocks, never letting go of each other.

“A good walk down the creek and even longer into the dark of the woods. Cersei, are you sure we should do this?” Melara whispered.

“Of course,” Cersei answered automatically and turned to go deeper into the woods while tugging at their hands.

“Your father, Cersei, we would be in so much trouble,” Jeyne added as she slightly resisted.

Cersei sighed. What use was having companions if they weren’t willing to take chances? As always Cersei struggled with the idea that these were her childhood friends, but that they were first put in place by her Aunt Genna and likely reported much of her adventures. She was still pretty convinced that it was Jeyne who had reported Cersei and Jaime switching places every other day in his training.

She missed the physical exertion of swords play and the way she was able to hit the mark every time she released her bow string.

Still, it was her responsibility to soothe her companions when fearful.

“You will almost always be the highest ranking woman in the room, Cersei. One day, you will marry a Prince of Dorne if all goes as planned and only the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, her daughters, and the wife of the Prince will outrank you. You need to always be the calming presence for your ladies. They must never see your fear, because then they will remain calm and know all is well,” Joanna Lannister brushed Cersei’s hair back from her face in soft, strong strokes.

Her mother was always soft and strong. Cersei wanted to be just like her when she married and took over her own household.

“I heard father say he wished me to marry Prince Rhaegar, Mother,” Cersei answered quietly.

Her mother’s hands froze for a second, but then she began her strokes anew.

“Your father thinks he can sway Aerys, yes, but I fear, little light, that Aerys will only seek to enrage your father. Lions were not meant to marry Dragons, my daughter. Remember that, if you remember nothing else. We may work in service, even be close in friendship as I was once to Queen Rhaella, but we must never join with the dragon,” Joanna whispered, “I would not have my little light burned by a dragon’s fire.”

Cersei spun around again and squeezed her companion’s hands.

“You need not fear my father, Jeyne,” Cersei assured her, though she also felt her very heart tremble at the idea of being caught.

They continued into the forest, following the stream till it ended in a pretty little waterfall, before tipping deeper into the forest than Cersei had ever traveled. They found Maggy the Frog’s house tucked into a dark clearing, behind a small pond. Moss grew over the old stone and the roof was thatched.

Badly, Cersei noted to herself. There were holes and water gathering in a way that her father would never have allowed Lannisport to weather.

Her mother would have cared about the witch in the wood, but her father would likely burn her out if he realized she was here.

“I…,” Jeyne stuttered and Melara and Cersei turned.

Jeyne wrenched her hand from them and looked around with wide, frightened eyes.

Cersei nodded and gave a slight shoulder shrug, “Walk back to the water, Jeyne. Melara, go with her. I will speak to this Maggy the Frog and come meet you.”

Jeyne barely dipped a slight curtsy to her liege’s daughter, before lifting her skirts and running back the way they came. Melara gave Cersei a concerned look and Cersei thought she could see real concern. She motioned her away.

She waited till both girls were gone and turned back and set her shoulders with determination and marched up and knocked on the door. If her companion’s had stayed, Cersei would perhaps have marched in with no regard to the owner just to show her seniority on her father’s land.

“A humble lady will always garner more loyalty among her compatriots than a prideful one,” her mother’s voice whispered in her ear.

“The lion does not lay down and sleep with the sheep,” her father followed.

“Come in, little lion child,” a voice called out and Cersei opened the door and softly stepped in, her boots already ruined from the walk.

“Are you Maggy the Frog?” she asked, forcing strength into her tone.

The woman cocked her head and Cersei was at least glad to find the woman did not resemble anything like a scary monster. In fact, she was quite boring.

“We wanted to see the monster,” Oberyn Martell said and Cersei rolled her eyes.

Everyone wanted to see her little imp of a brother.

“He’s just a baby. An ugly baby, but a baby,” Elia added and Cersei resisted the urge to snap back with a cutting remark.

He might be the curse upon her life, but he was her little brother and no one else was allowed to speak ill of a Lannister.

No one understood that Tyrion was a monster because he killed her mother, not because he was a misshapen little thing.

“Often go into your thoughts, girlie? I’m the one you call Maggy the Frog and I assume you’ve come to hear your future?” the woman said.

Cersei’s eyes widened. That, however, was not boring.

“Yes. I have. My father and aunt say I am to marry Prince Rhaeger, but my mother wished me to marry Prince Oberyn, though my father refused the Princess of Dorne. I want to know if I am to marry the prince and one day be Queen? How many children will I have?” Cersei eagerly stepped forward.

She would love her children and they would love her. They would never fear to whisper their secrets, hopes, and fears.

Maggy the Frog tilted her head and stared at her before reaching down and pulling a small dagger from beside her. Cersei took a step back, fear dogging at her step, before forcing herself to stand tall again.

“This is my father’s land and if you harm a hair on my head then he will gouge your eyes out and you will not see any future again, certainly not your own,” Cersei said coldly and startled when Maggy tilted her head back and laughed uproariously.

“Oh, little lion girlie, you are quite the opposite of what I saw for today as it is. Let us see what else has changed. A little taste of your blood girl to be able to see what is going to happen. To see if gold crowns and cold shrouds no longer lay across the lion spawn,” the woman explained and held the knife hilt out.

Cersei took a deep breath and stepped forward to take it. She laid it down easily onto her thumb and gave a slight whimper when it cut into her skin and blood welled to the top. She went to hold the knife back out, but found herself being yanked forward and her finger in the witches mouth.

Cersei had barely had time to react before she was released and she cupped her hand to her chest.

“Three questions, girlie, but most do not like my answ…” the woman made a sudden sharp noise and gripped at her head, gasping for breath, and Cersei started to move forward to help her.

The woman suddenly sat up and completely still, eyes shut, and back ramrod straight.

“Maggy?” Cersei whispered, fear starting to creep into her.

Maggy’s eyes flew open and Cersei gasped at the milky white expanse that existed where muddy, dark brown eyes had.

“The song of fire and ice comes, and nothing will stop the stag from killing the dragon. The wolf brother of the stag will help without knowing, without seeing. The wolf’s sister will die so their son may live. The gods give another choice not given before, eyes were open, but could not see. Winter comes, winter comes, and the wolves must live. A Queen she shall not make, but a mother of a King she shall be. Remember, learn, live, and roar. The Lioness will triumph if the last dragon son thrives,” Maggy gasped and then she collapsed.

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ozarkthedog · 5 years ago

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Safe Keeping: Part 3

Summary: Ransom needs you to hold onto his Pinky Ring.

Pairings: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: NonCon, Abuse of power, Manhandling, Swearing, Sexual Assault, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Ransom being an asshole.

(The warnings will get worse as the story goes on.)

Word Count: 1.6k+

Author Notes: Hope you all enjoy Part 3! I’ve had a ball writing Dark!Ransom. This fic will end with Part 4. No Beta, all fuck ups are my own.

Reblogs and Likes are amazing! Feedback and comments are encouraged!

Safe Keeping: Part 1 // Safe Keeping: Part 2

You busied yourself turning down all 5 bedrooms. On bedroom #3 you started ripping the sheets off as you heard someone come up the stairs.

The blue bedroom was your favorite. The big picture window overlooked the expansive yard, and the light blue paint that coated the walls reminded you of the ocean.

It was so peaceful and calm. You always snuck up here on your breaks or when you needed a breather.

Assuming it was Fran, you called out telling her you were in the “Blue” room. Tucking the dark blue comforter under the mattress you patted down the top spreading out the wrinkles.

Just as you were about to stand up you were pushed, falling face first onto the mattress. You start to push yourself up when a heavy weight lands on top of you with a deep groan. Ransom.

Your breath catches in your chest at feeling his much bigger frame smother yours. Fear spikes through you raising your voice, “Ransom get off of—“

His breath hot against your neck, suddenly nipping down on your skin with a sharp bite, “What was that?”

You yelp out as his teeth leave marks, you corrected yourself “Hugh, please get off of me.”

You go to push yourself up again, but Ransom doesn’t move an inch. “God, You feel so good underneath me.” Anxiety prickles your skin. Grinding against your ass his voice hot in your ear, “You must be comfortable there, it’s a position you’re used to, huh.” You grimace at his words.

Thankfully, you hear Marta calling out to you. Ransom hastily gets up and moves to the window as you slide off the bed, feigning like you’re looking for something below.

Marta pokes her head in. Tilting her head, curious as to why Ransom was here. You looked a bit disheveled, face flushed as Ransom had his back to Marta. Her brow pinched with concern, but spoke none the less, “I’m taking off early.”

You’d remembered her telling you she had a super busy day, so you told her you’d cover the rest of the day for her. Not realizing how terrible the day would be.

“Harlan is still in his study. He asked to see you, Hugh.” She looked to you and smiled. Letting her words hang a bit, giving you time to send a signal if you needed a hand. You disregarded her, and went back to looking under the bed, not wanting to involve her in this, unsure of what Ransom would do.

Ransom coughed breaking up the silence, voice firm, “Tell Harlan I’ll be down soon.”

“Ok, Hugh.”

Marta looked to you one last time, only to find you still crouched down looking under the bed. Accepting that you were ok, she turned around to head back down stairs.

As soon as you heard her leave, you bolted for the door. Not wanting to be alone with Ransom anymore than you had been. You felt the ring move slightly, making you gasp and clench your thighs together, slowing your exit down.

It was just enough time for Ransom to block the door, making you crash right into him. His body was a thick wall of muscle, yet soft from the worn blue sweater he had on. His arms clasped onto your shoulders and pushed you backwards.

With an “umph” you landed on the bed your dress riding up your thighs. Ransom grabbed both of your legs and pushed them to your chest. You were no match for him, as he bent you almost in half, knees crushing into your ribs. Ransom let out a low chuckle as he noticed your thighs still sticky with arousal.

“Looks like someone has been enjoying herself.”

You let out a low growl at his words, “How dare-!”

His grip on your calf tightened. His fingers tips bruising your skin making you wince. He looked down his nose at you with hard eyes, “Excuse me? You better watch that tone.”

You twitched when you felt his fingers brush over your damp lips.

“Time for inspection.” Shoving your bent legs up further, putting you on full display for him.

That was the only warning he gave you before he shoved 2 fingers into you, searching out the ring. Letting out a pained gasp, you looked around the room trying to distract yourself. The calm blue color did little to help sooth you as Ransom keep moving his fingers around, drawing out little gasps from you.

“There it is…”, he said with a sadistic smile as he gave your pussy a few more thrusts before withdrawing.

You expected him to let you up, but his gaze was still cast on your swollen cunt. It glistened with your slick. Ransom glanced from your pussy, to the door and then back to you, contemplating. You tried to shake loose of him, before he suddenly dove down to your cunt.

His mouth covered the expanse of your cunt, making you yelp out in surprise. His mouth was so hot on your tender pussy, tongue diving in and out. Swirling your clit with quick motions making your core flutter. Long licks from your taint to your clit made your body wither.

He kept a hold on your knees, pushing harder on your chest as he held you down. You were immobile, just the way he wanted you. Not being able to move made the sensations stronger, you felt ready to snap. Your pussy throbbed around his tongue, more slick leaking out from the pleasure he forced you to take.

You closed your eyes as Ransom latched onto your clit, sucking harshly pushing you ever the edge. Biting your lip, you clasped your hands quickly over your mouth, muffling a shout as you came. He let out a gravely groan as he felt you twitch under his mouth.

Ransom released your legs, but not before wiping his soaked mouth on your dress. You were dazed and aching, legs stiff from the hold they were in. He shook his head at you, “God, what a mess.”

You sat up and made a face at the obscene amount of slick coating your thighs. Pulling your dress back down you felt his eyes staring at you. You tried not to quiver under the heated glare, not wanting him to know how much power he truly did have over you.

He bent over and tipped your chin up to look at him, “I knew you’d cum like a desperate whore.” His words were cruel, yet laced with lust. You shut your eyes, holding back the tears. You’d never felt so powerless.

Quick, harsh taps to your cheek forced your eyes open. His dark blue ones locked onto yours, “My ring better not slip out of that cunt.” Your throat tightens at his threat. Tears on the edge of falling. “I’m warning you.”

He licks his lips, stares you down one final time and then leaves.

Sitting on the bed in shame and anger you let out a trembling breath. You slowed your heart rate down and got up to fix the now disheveled comforter. Focus on the tasks at hand you reminded yourself. Play along, don’t let the ring slip out and you will be fine.

You made your way to the last 2 bedrooms, changing the sheets and tidying up the rooms. Always thinking of that damned ring. Your upper thighs were covered with cold slick and it made you feel disgusting and used. You were frustrated, you wanted some sort of power back. It made this less frightening, letting your anger take a hold.

“Fuck Ransom” you thought as you made your way to the bathroom. You gathered some toilet paper and wiped clean the arousal from your thighs. That made you feel better, but your nerves from Ransom’s threat still lingered.

Exiting the bathroom, you headed down the stairs to your next task. You felt the ring jostle inside of you at the movement. You clenched down hard on it as you stopped for a moment on the stairs. You bounced in place a little feeling the pressure of the ring, but it didn’t move, so you carried on.

Coming to the final steps you saw Ransom was in the study. Chatting and drinking with Harlan, not paying you any attention.

Suddenly, your shoe caught on the thick carpeting of the final step. You tripped forward, arms catching the banister so you didn’t fall face first on the foyer floor.

Landing on both feet with a heavy thud you felt the ring slip down to your opening. Panicked, you desperately try to close your thighs, but the ring slips out of your soaked pussy. You gasp out in fear as you watch it fall to the ground.

The gold ring tings off the hardwood floors. Bouncing once, twice then spinning around like a dreidel before coming to a stop.

Looking up from the ring to the study, your heart stops. You can’t breathe.

You see Ransom cock his head to the side, cold eyes following the noise from the foyer and landing on your petrified form.

He shakes his head, his displeasure for you unwavering. Barely containing his fury as he swings the remaining whiskey from his glass, baring his teeth at you from the burn.

Forcing yourself to move, you crouch down quickly to retrieve the slick covered ring. Running far away from Ransom as you can get. You lock yourself in the bathroom and collapse down on the floor. Bracing against the door, you smother your cries into your palm. Finally letting the tears flow down your heated cheeks.

The dread of what’s to come slithers around your heart and makes you choke on your salty tears.

You were fucked.

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bitchin-beskar · 5 years ago

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Hot Blooded

Rating: M

Warnings: Sex. Din wins a fight, and he’s really horny. That’s the plot. There’s not a lot of spoilers, but there’s a little bit. Be warned.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Oh look, it’s yet another fic inspired by Episode 9 of the Mandalorian. Who would have seen that coming? I’ve been ranting to @perropascal about this fic, so it’s dedicated to her! (thanks for always hyping me up, I love u ❤️)

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PLEASE BE WARNED. THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 9 OF THE MANDALORIAN. IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN 2x01 DO NOT READ (unless you’re into spoilers and stuff)

You heard the Crest’s door slide open, followed by the heavy thunk of your Mandalorian’s boots on the metal floor. You were in the middle of trying to fix one of the indicator panels, and didn’t bother turning around. This was just an intel-gathering stop, so you weren’t particularly worried about your partner.

As he moved around the cargo hold, you continued to try and fix the stupid panel. It had been giving off false readings for weeks, and every time you’d thought you’d fixed it, it miraculously broke again.

“Where’s the kid?”

Din’s gruff voice was unfiltered, and you heard the clang as he set his helmet down on one of the crates in the hold. More clangs followed as he slowly stripped himself of his armour.

“He’s upstairs, napping. Damn little womp rat took forever to fall asleep, I swear he’s got an endless energy reserve.” You trailed off, muttering about small green alien children who never seemed to need sleep. “I didn’t think I was ever going to get him down for his nap.”

Sticking your tongue between your teeth, you reached into the panel, trying to find the missing wire that somehow kept getting disconnected. You’d just brushed your fingers against it when two hands landed on the bulkhead on either side of you, a warm, solid chest pressing against your back.

“Shit, Din, be careful!” You cursed, jumping. “I could’ve electrocuted myself, you idiot–” You were cut off as one of Din’s hands swiftly found the bottom of your shirt, yanking it up and snaking his hand up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple.

“What the hell–?”

Din’s other hand moved your hair to the side, his lips landing on your neck, placing searing kisses against the sensitive skin. You could feel how sweaty his skin was, pressed up against you as close as he could get. While a part of you wanted to just abandon this project and give in, you were so close to being done.

“Give me just a few minutes Din, I’ve almost finished here, and then I–”

A low groan left Din’s mouth, the vibrations hitting your skin and fanning the flames that had started simmering low in your belly. He stepped closer to you, pressing you up against the metal wall of the bulkhead, his hips rocking against your ass as you realized he was hard.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and a soft moan left your lips. You could feel your body beginning to give in, but you tried to stay focused. “Din, I promise, I’m almost done–”

“Finish it later,” Din growled. “Need you now.”

You whimpered quietly. Din knew how much it turned you on when he got bossy, the bastard. Yet you were determined to not give in.

You forced your eyes open, and reached into the panel again. “I swear, I need to get one thing done today, just let me–”

Din didn’t even let you finish your sentence, bodily yanking you away from the bulkhead and spinning you around so that you were bent over one of the crates that lined the hull. He ground his clothed erection into your ass, pressing his entire body against you, his mouth hot against your neck.

“The only thing you need to be doing, sweet girl,” he groaned. “Is letting me fuck this pretty cunt until I’m satisfied.”

Your fingers desperately grasped at the netting that secured the crate to the side of the hull as Din rolled his hips against yours, pressing you into the sharp corners and edges of the metal crate.

“Wh–What’s gotten into you?” You gasp, moaning as Din cups your cunt through your pants. “You aren’t u–usually this n–needy!”

Din chuckled darkly, working your pants down just enough so that he can access your dripping cunt. “My contact betrayed me,” he grunted, circling your clit. “Had all these henchmen, tried to take me out.”

You hear the rustling of fabric behind you before the blunt head of Din’s cock nudges at your fluttering entrance. You suck in a breath, purposefully relaxing your muscles as he starts to press forward.

“Wh–What were the–the odds?”

Din gripped your hair, pulling your head back, forcing your back to arch as he slowly pressed further into you. “Nine or ten. I didn’t stop to count.” He whispers in your ear. “They didn’t put up much of a fight.”

You love that cocky tone of his, the absolute certainty in his voice that he wasn’t in any danger, even though you know that sometimes that cocky attitude gets him into trouble.

“Do you know what they did do, sweet girl?” Din asks as he finally bottoms out, hips flush against yours. “They got me all excited. I was ready for a fight, and they were just disappointing.”

He grinds his hips against yours, and you whimper at the sensation of being absolutely stuffed. “I’ve got all this pent up energy, sweetheart. I figure I should put that energy to good use.” He kisses the side of your neck. “What do you say?”

You know exactly what Din wants to hear. “Fuck me, Din. Please, fuck me–!” The air is punched out of your lungs as Din draws back and then slams forward, his hips slapping against your ass. His pace is fast and rough and perfect, and you can’t stop crying out.

You fucking love it when he gets all needy like this. He gets so tactile and desperate, holding you tight against him as his cock makes you see stars. His mouth is running, muttering dirty little promises against your skin, telling you how good you feel, how tight you are around him, how you’re the only thing in the entire fucking galaxy that he needs, that he could die happy if the only thing he did for the rest of his days was bury his cock deep inside your twitching cunt.

It’s filthy and rushed and in practically no time you’re coming, gasping and crying out as Din rails into you from behind. He groans as he feels your cunt clamp around him, whispering in your ear about how fucking wet you get when you come, about how good you are, letting him fuck you however he needs to.

He doesn’t slow his thrusts at all during your release, and the fire in your belly barely has time to die out before the embers are relit and the flames are leaping higher than before.

Whenever Din gets needy like this, he runs his mouth, his verbal filter vanishing. His whispered praises settle over your skin like the finest silk, his words making you feel more beautiful than the most expensive gowns ever could.

Din abruptly pulls out, and you moan at the loss. He spins you around, pulling your pants all the way off as he does, and you see the look in his eye right before he kisses you breathless.

“I know that look, Djarin,” You murmur against his lips. “What–mmh–What are you up to?”

Din takes a step back and slowly sinks to the ground, his back against the bulkhead, pulling you down to straddle his lap as he goes. He lines himself back up with your entrance and pushes into your soaking cunt with a moan.

“I want you to ride, sweet girl. You’re so good at it.”

You throw your arms around Din’s neck, resting your forehead against his as you slowly start to swivel your hips. You work up a rhythm, rocking back and forth as you begin to pick up the pace. You close your eyes, biting your lip as you chase your release.

Din seems to have other ideas, however, as his hands come up to grip your hips, stalling your movements. You whine, opening your eyes to see his teasing smirk. He tugs at your shirt. “Take this off, sweetheart.”

You comply, gripping the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up and over your head, baring your chest to Din. He requests that you don’t wear any kind of breast band on the ship, as he prefers the easy access to your chest.

“You’re obsessed with my tits, Din,” you giggle, sighing as he reaches up to cup your breasts. He fondles you slowly, his cock throbbing inside you.

“You have perfect breasts, sweet girl. Why wouldn’t I be obsessed?”

Before you can retort, he leans over and takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking at the rapidly-hardening peak.

You gasp, cupping the back of his head as your sensitive bud is toyed with. Your sudden movement causes his cock to shift inside you, and you suck in a breath.

Din begins to manipulate your hips, moving you in tight circles while impaled on his cock, all while sucking at your breast. The sensations are overwhelming, a litany of moans and gasps falling from your lips as you try to stay coherent.

You lose the battle as Din starts to lift you up and drop you down on his cock, reaching deeper inside of you than he was before. It sends shocks up your spine, and your fingers clench as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

He releases your breast with a wet pop, moving to lavish the same attention on your other nipple. His hands are gripping so tightly you think you might end up with bruises.

He lifts you off almost completely and holds you there, just the tip of him still nestled inside you. Immediately, your hips try to grind down, but he holds you steady. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?” He murmurs against the skin of your breast, faux innocence filling his voice.

“Mmm, need to come, please Din, fuck, please, let me come, Din!”

You scream his name as he abruptly yanks you downwards while thrusting up into you, the suddenness of the movement causing you to fall off the cliff you didn’t even know you were on. Your legs are shaking, and Din immediately sits up, moving forward and lowering you down until your back is resting on the floor of the cargo hold, and he’s cradled in the vee of your hips.

He begins thrusting again, fast-paced and frantic, and you’re so sensitive it almost hurts but you never want him to stop. His head is bowed and you’re clutching at his shoulders as he absolutely wrecks you, and when his hips start to stutter, you can tell he’s close.

He suddenly reaches down with one hand and begins to circle your clit, and you reflexively try to stop him, your sensitivity almost too much to bear. But Din just sits back, grasping both your wrists in his other hand before pinning them to the floor above your head. You’re helpless in his grasp, and before you realize it, you’re coming for a third time, and this time, Din comes with you.

His moan as he comes inside you is one of the sexiest things you’ll ever hear, and when he collapses forward to rest on his forearms above you, you crane your neck to kiss him.

He follows you down, letting you rest your head on the metal floor as he kisses you, his tongue mimicking the actions of his cock not even twenty seconds ago. He still has your hands pinned, and he takes control over every aspect of the kiss, stealing your breath and professing his love all at once.

When air becomes a necessity, he pulls away, releasing your wrists and sitting back, watching as his come drips out of your cunt and onto the floor. You almost roll your eyes at the look in his, but before you can, he reaches down and scoops up some of his spend, shoving it back inside you with two fingers.

You moan in surprise, your eyes fluttering shut at yet even more stimulation. Din slowly massages your clit as he keeps two fingers inside you, keeping you stuffed full of his come.

“Did I hurt you, sweetheart?”

You lazily open your eyes to look at Din, his concern clear on his face. Smiling softly, you reassure him.

“I’m fine, Din. Trust me.” He smiles back. “Now am I allowed to finish my work on that stupid indicator panel?”

Your Mandalorian only smirked at you.

“What makes you think we’re done?”

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dearcat1 · 4 years ago

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(One night stand)

(Chapter 2)

(⅔)

Michelle takes half an hour to take in the comfort smell of her nest, nose pressed on Xanxus’s side before she huffs and nods to herself. Right, she’s doing this. A baby. There’s a lot that needs doing but first, before everything else, she needs information. She has some studying to do. That said, to study, she needs to feel prepared to face all these new changes. What she needs, she decides, is a list. And to, for a lack of a better word, to bolster herself up to face this new situation.

With that in mind, she stands. Michelle puts on sweatpants, mostly because as much as these new guys are Xanxus’s pack, she doesn’t know them enough to walk around them half-dressed. She throws her pyjama shirt on the bin and fishes out from the closet the shirt Xanxus had tried out before he decided that he’d rather wear another one. There’s that. His smell is grounding even if there’s nothing that screams competent about the look.

Whatever. She fixes up her bun into something still messy but presentable and pulls out the makeup. It’s always helped somehow, putting on some eyeshadow and drawing wings with her eyeliner. She chooses a dark brown lipstick to finish it up and nods to herself. Perhaps it’s a little selfish but she doesn’t want any of them in her room, their smells would get in and she wants the room to only smell of Xanxus and her. So Michelle walks down the stairs and builds a temporary nest in her living room before fishing out an empty notebook, her jar full of pens and her tablet.

It takes her but a moment to write down the first few worries and the solutions that pop on her mind to them. She’ll investigate more if she needs to but for now, that’s it for that. Living space is going to have to wait until Xanxus and her talk because it’s evident now that she’s going to have to move. Her apartment only has one bedroom which should be fine with her baby for the first year at least so she’s in no hurry. She’d rather wait, actually. It takes time to settle up a nest properly and moving is stress she does not need for, at the moment.

Her room is big enough that she could even set up a crib up there but then again, Xanxus does live and work at least an hour away and it seems a bit mean to set up their family so far away. It’s just… she’s reluctant to leave this gated community, even if she moves right away, she’d rather pick one of the bigger apartments. The owner of the place is a sweet old man, she likes him. He’s been good to her.

She’s taking notes of other women’s experiences with early pregnancy and texting with Squalo when the doorbell rings. It’s almost creepy how it coincides with Squalo’s message telling her that the guys he sent her way arrived. Feeling uncharacteristically shy, Michelle catches her reflection on a window and fixes her bun a little before opening the door with a smile, “hi! Uh, Lussuria and Fran, I’m guessing?”

Lussuria rushes her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into an enthusiastic hug. “Oh, you’re adorable!” He rubs their cheeks together, eager enough that Michelle freezes for a moment before she tips her head up and allows him to scent her gently. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m ok,” she shrugs, “no nausea or sleepiness yet.” Michelle reaches for the green-haired, green-eyed, young man beside flamboyant Lussuria. “I just panicked a little in the beginning, we weren’t planning it, you see?” She shrugs, going on her tiptoes to press her nose under the younger man’s jaw in greeting before gesturing them inside. “To be honest, this probably could have waited but I didn’t want him to find out through the grapevine or keep it from him.”

The easy acceptance she seems to have of them in her space surprises her a little but she’s also aware that they smell like they’re Xanxus’s and that probably has her instincts taking over, especially after being so unsettled not so long ago.

“Boss knows,” Fran admits, looking over the place. All her candles in the living room are lit up, flames flickering soothingly. “The Ninth doesn’t.”

“And we’re keeping it that way,” Lussuria mutters under his breath, teeth bared in a snarl for a second as he walks around the room. Whatever it is that he’s doing, Michelle doesn’t know.

“Alright,” Michelle settles herself back into her nest, smiling briefly at Fran when the officer moves to stand next to it, between her and the door. The obvious paranoia is making her nervous. “Is that something we need to actively worry about?”

“It’s just better that way,” Lussuria’s expression turns warm as he sits down on the couch in front of her nest, eyes looking up from her and to the TV for a moment before he looks back down to her. “Boss will take care of it but… the Ninth has a bad track record when it comes to the boss.”

A complicated family situation, Michelle decides. Xanxus will tell her more when he comes if it’s necessary. There’s no need to press now.

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years ago

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Close Friends - epilogue

A/N: I actually wanted to make this angsty but the writer in me didn’t want it so guess no angst for me today. Lol. I hope you liked this series and enjoy the last part of it. Love you <3

“Okay, so if you’re not in a realtionship and not in a friendship- then what are you?” James continued to watch the two of you laying on the sofa, completely melted into each other.

You and him looked at each other with a smile before he threw his head back on the arm rest as you back on his chest.

“Situationship.” Remus walked by, just passing from the kitchen to the bathroom.

“For (y/n), it’s more like Siriusnationship.” James laughed at his own joke and left the room with his head tilted backward.

Sirius could feel you chortle on his chest, making him roll his eyes but still keep a grin on his face. His hands rubbed up and down your back, causing you to look up.

Sirius looked down on you, letting his hand dig into your hair as he caressed your scalp a bit. “We’re close friends.” he said as you lifted your head to smile at him, tightening your grip around him.

“You have to go?” you asked, loosening the grip and bringing your hands up to your gift for him, which hung from his neck and laid on his chest.

He could see your fingers fidgeting the ring and your eyes focusing on it, yet he could still know your thoughts were somewhere else. “I don’t have to. It’s just paperwork.” he put his hands behind his head and watched you.

“Come on, Pads! We’re going to be late! We need to give them papers today.” James popped his head back in as Sirius rolled his eyes, frowning at him.

“Today?” you sat back up, smacking his thigh. “Get up!” you got up on your feet and stretched your arms, letting Sirius take a peek of the bare skin when the shirt pulled itself up.

He stood and walked to you, his arms wrapping around your stomach and pulling you back. He leaned his head over your shoudler and kissed your cheek. “You know I could meet a potential future wife on my way there.” he teased and walked away with his kiss still lingering on your cheek.

“You could, yes.” you smiled, sitting back on the sofa as he walked to the cabinet where his papers were kept. “Me and Remus could have a cozy movie night as well.” you teased back and when you looked at him, he was watching you more seriously than you expected.

“I wish, hun.” Remus rushed into the room, ruffling your hair as he ran to the kitchen. “But Fran and I are going to this new restaurant- meeting her parents. You don’t think they’ll notice.” he stood in front of you nervously.

You chuckled and walked to him, your hands fixing his tie. “No. They will love you and so will she if you tell her.”

“She’s intimidating.” he let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

“You’re underestimating her-”

“Excuse me.” Sirius moved right between the two of you, making you part from Remus and mess up the tie. “Just passing.” he said and both you and Remus laughed.

“I’m with Fran, Sirius, Merlin.”

“Yeah, I know.” he stood next to the two of you, eyes observing both of you strongly as you tied Remus tie again. He took a sip of his water and leaned back. “Are you moving out with her?” he asked directly meanwhile you smacked his shoulder with your free hand.

“Sirius!” you scolded, looking back at Remus who continued to chuckle. “We’re renting this place together and you’re always needed here.”

“I know.” Remus kissed the top of your head and started walking away, leaving Sirius standing there with knives in his eyes.”But we are actually thinking of getting the place for ourselves.”

“You are?”

“I mean, James is always at Lily’s and I’m at Fran’s, so what’s the whole point?” his voice echoed from the hallway.

“But you’re the only one who knows how to take care of the flowers.” you pouted as he tied his shoes.

“I’ll write you instructions.”

“You and me alone?” Sirius stood behind you, grinning and leaning over your ear. “I think I could finally get that kiss, huh?” he then moved past you, leaving you completely red.

Remus glanced between the two of you, leaning forward and smiling. “And you could finally have the time and peace to get this whole thing over.”

“What thing?”

“Telling him.” he said, buttoning his coat in a rush. “Don’t let him think there’s hope-”

“Remus I-” you started to feel extremely guilty.

“I know.” he cut you off. “But if I’m honest with you, I could never love you as much as he does.” he said, taking your hand for comfort before leaving.

“Say hi to Fran-”

“I will.” and the door slammed behind him, leaving only you and him.

You turned around, walking into the bathroom where he was shaving and looking himself in the mirror. He was shirtless. He was always shirtless when he shaved because he always managed to get shaving cream on his shirts.

“When you’re looking at me like that, no wonder I cut myself. “ he wiggled his eyebrows at you as you laughed, walking to him and taking the shaver into your hands, getting all the spots he missed.

He watched your eyes focus on his chin, jaw, cheeks- so careful you won’t cut him and he swore to himself that if he could stay at home all day and watch you, he would. He would want to see you every day until his last because you and him, as once upon a time felt impossible, was now his biggest dream.

The two of you were so perfect together- just this; this moment where you wore his favorite grey sweatpants on you and your loose pastele yellow T-shirt. Your hair was in a half bun, strands of your hair falling out everywhere. No makeup, no fancy clothes or pins in your hair- just you. Perfect, messy you.

“And when you’re looking at me like that, no wonder I will cut you.” you teased and put the shaver away as soon as you felt his hands lock themselves into a tender grip on your hips.

You felt your heart beat as he leaned his whole body on you, his forehead pressed on yours and his eyes averted into your lips. “You remember when I asked you if you’re in love with me and you told me maybe?” he looked up at your eyes, feeling your hands on the back of his neck and your nose tip brush against the bride of his.

“Yeah.” you spoke very quietly, almost in a whisper.

“Well, I want to ask you again.” his hands rubbed your back and his arms were fully pressing you closer. “Are you in love with me?”

Your lips were already touching, barely but still touching. Your hands dug into his messy hair as you pulled yourself up to him, kissing him passionately. You couldn’t help yourself to stay away, not when he was so close, looking at you with those eyes. Your whole body was tingling from his kisses, his astounding deep yet tender kisses. It was like a match, lightning your heart on fire as it did the same to him, burning his insides and melting them away.

But you could- not until you tell him. “Ye-” he pulled you back into a kiss so quick, letting you laugh a bit as you pulled away the second time, pressing your hand on his chest and barely taking your eyes off his lips.

“Why are we stopping?” he asked, taking a soft bite into your upper lip before pulling away.

“I- uhm.” you tried to think clearly but nothing came out except the hungry eyes you kept showing him. “I haven’t answered your question.”

“I think prefer the last answer better.” he smiled, giving you another soft and long peck on your lips.

“I’m in love with you.” you said and he pulled away, not aware of how those words sounded so perfect to his ears. “I was always in love with you.” you mirrored his smile as it only became bigger and bigger.

“You- you were- then what took you so long to figure it out?” he asked and you punched him on his chest.

“You’re telling me this?!” you scoffed and he laughed, tilting his head backwards as you pusshed away. “The one that took forever to tell me and-” his arms quickly wrapped themselves around you, lifting you up as he kissed your neck.

“You know what?” he jumped in front of you, giving you a peck. “I think I want to marry you right now.” his hands took a hold of your head and he pressed his forehead on yours.

“Sirius, you wanted that when you were begging me to date you in the seventh year.” you started to tease.

“Firstly, I was not begging. I was subtle and you were dense and secondly-”

“I wasn’t dense!” you defended as he cut you over.

“Secondly! Don’t pretend you didn’t want to marry me in fourth grade-”

“I didn’t!”

“Liar.”

“Such a bad liar.” he growled against your lips just to end this stupid babling and get back to kissing you. All he wanted to do was kiss you- kiss you until forever- love you until his very last day.

All he wanted to do was not marry you or have a future with you. All he wanted was you till the rest of his life because you were his soulmate. You and him were always meant to be and there won’t be a day that will pass by, making him think otherwise.

He is in love with you.

~ Fin

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