#he was so close to freedom maybe he even knew he wouldn't be able to join them

[missunsympathetic]

like, hear me out. If no one helped Kino escape then he would still be there. And the ISB will be majorly interested in this prison break.

And since he and Cassian left the two people from the command center alive, they can also identify Kino as one of the leaders of the revolt. So the ISB is gonna interrogate him and it won't be pretty.

And after that? Well, it's the empire. They take pleasure in sadism and figuring out how they can ruin a person's life the most. So they won't just kill Kino. No, they will just transfer him to a different prison, give him 30 years or something as a sentence, the time doesn't really matter. The point is, they want to make clear that he will never ever have the chance to get out again. That he will die a prisoner.

Sorry but I'm just so emotionally affected by this because I loved Kino's arc, how he overcame his incredible fear and led the men to freedom, knowing he won't have a part of it. One of the bravest characters and one of the best arcs in the show

[utterlyotterlyx]

Way Down We Go

Lucien x Tamlin!Sister!Reader

Summary - Basically Lucien smut with very little plot

Warnings - fluff, smut (p in v), forbidden love, oral (f!receiving), slight breeding kink, Lucien being the man of my dreams xo

Water baby.

Lucien had always called you it, and at first you had found it rather patronising, but you soon warmed up to the sweet pet name he had bestowed to you.

There had been countless occasions where he would stroll through the gardens of the Spring Court manor and find you idly floating in one of the ponds or fountains. Lucien would stand at the waters edge silently, enjoying the way the water made your dress stick to your skin and turn it almost translucent to the point where he could make out the faint peaks of your nibbles beneath the fabric. That wasn't his favourite part, no, it was the serene smile that would always form upon your lips.

Sometimes you would open your bright eyes and find him stood there, and you'd engage in conversation with him, polite and elegant as always. But other times you wouldn't open your eyes at all, and Lucien had often stood there until he was called away, enjoying the joy etched onto your face.

No one knew what drew you to the water. Tamlin had always teased you about it, telling you to go and drown whenever you had a spat to which you'd simply flip off with your usual level of sarcasm and ire. It had always caused Lucien to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing.

Being Tamlin's sister meant that you were off-limits to him, even Tamlin had said that Lucien was not worthy of someone so light and perfect as you. Coming from Spring, it had made sense that you were at one with nature, not only were you a shifter like your brother and father, but you were also able to manipulate the earth, to sprout flowers in the palms of your hands and grow trees with a single thought if you required a touch of shade whist you floated in the streams.

Animals also adored you, bounding from the forest if they caught a speckle of your scent, one of early morning sunlight and lilies. It wasn't rare to see you lying in the grass with a school of new-born fox pups basking in your glow, stretching across your stomach as you read beneath the willow tree atop the mound to the west of the large estate.

"Why does everyone think that she's so perfect? She's a pain in the ass," Tamlin asked to no one in particular as he stared out of the window, catching a glimpse of you trapsing through the gardens with a fox in tow dressed in a sage green ensemble that brushed over your shoulders to expose your dainty freckles to the air.

Lucien hummed in reply, "Because she is perfect," he told his friend and High Lord, chuckling at the eye roll from Tamlin as he mumbled that he knew that you were, but that didn't mean that you weren't a pain in the ass.

To everyone else, you were the Daughter of Spring, a fair and benevolent creature that the fae genuinely believed was a decedent of the gods, maybe even the Mother herself. But to those within the manor, you were a rebellious thing, consistently pushing the limits of your freedom. Alis enjoyed your spirit far too much.

So did Lucien.

Tamlin had excused himself to patrol the boarder shortly after, fixing his green riding jacket to his frame and untucking his hair from the collar, leaving Lucien alone within the dining room.

Shortly after his departure, you entered the ornate dining space where Lucien sat reading over reports with a book between your fingers. You glanced about the room, noticing his arched brow of inquiry before closing the doors behind you and turning the lock; you crossed the gleaming oaken floor, enjoying the manner in which Lucien leant back in his chair and parted his legs, watching each step you took like a predator assessing its prey.

There was no denying Lucien's beauty. Everything he was, you beheld. The long red hair that you often braided when you were alone, braids that he would fight to keep in place and when a singular one would unwind he would find any reason to visit you and have you fix it. The russet orbs that glimmered in the sunlight made you weak. Then there was the issue of his body, his perfectly sculpted and muscular body that was so alluring that it was difficult to not be wrapped around him at all times.

Sighing, you nestled yourself onto his thighs, hitching your skirt around your waist as you shuffled to make yourself comfortable, you draped your arms lazily around his neck, lowering yourself to capture a chaste kiss from his lips, "Has Tamlin ventured from the estate?"

Lucien smirked at your words, his body tingling from the sensation your lips next to his ear brought him, "You know that I despise it when you talk about your brother when you're sat on me, my love."

His large hands rested on your hips, keeping you steady as your body straddled him; you laughed at his words, his humour matching your own, and you sank further down on him, feeling his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his briefs, "Would you rather I got off?" Your voice was light and held a level of teasing to it, and you slowly began to dismount Lucien, stopping in your tracks when his grip tightened and held you in place.

"Well I never said that," Lucien leaned forward, his hands travelling up to rest on the centre of your back despite the table cushioning your weight from behind. His finger traced down your throat all the way down your sternum, pausing at the corset of your dress that he had heard you complain of that morning, stating that Alis had secured it too tightly to your figure.

A wickedly feline glint consumed his stare, his finger dipped into the corset that was so tight that he could feel your heartbeat against the digit and leaned further to capture your lips against his, trailing kisses along your jaw until he found that certain sweet spot beneath your ear.

Emitting a breathless moan, you threw your head back as his lips worked their way to the curve of your breasts, "We can't. What if Tamlin comes back?"

"Let him," Lucien idly pulled at the strings of your corset, tugging each rung loose as he spoke against your skin, "I'm not the one who has the issue telling Tamlin that we're mates." Lucien continued to kiss along your breasts and collarbone, softly sucking and nipping at the skin.

"He'd be furious," you ground down on his lap, a low growl emitted from his lips, so low and dangerous that it made heat pool between your legs.

"I. Don't. Care." Lucien lifted you into the air and set you down atop the table, standing between your open legs and taking your head in his hand, willing it to the side to give him better access to the neck that haunted his dreams.

"Luc," you breathed, feeling weak under him, his fingers working quickly to unfasten the corset holding your breasts in place so that he could dip his head low and swirl his tongue around your right nipple.

That simple action had your back arching against him, and Lucien smirked at the scent of your arousal infiltrating his consciousness.

Lucien indulged the unconvincing scolding, planting his palms either side of you and pulling back slightly, "What is it, baby? Do you want me to stop?" Lucien drifted the tip of his nose down the bridge of your own, enveloping you in his scent, in the same scent that you had both worked hard to glamour from your brother.

"Gods no," your mouths collided in a battle of lips and teeth, Lucien captured your bottom lip between his canines and used the action to prise your mouth open just enough for his tongue to roll against your own; his hands slid up your thighs and rested just inches away from where you needed them to go, his thumbs dragging over your skin teasingly.

"That's my girl," he mumbled against your lips, his rough toned voice making your core clench with need, you always loved it when he called you that, his girl, and the damned bastard knew it.

Lucien's lips trailed from your mouth, leaving open mouthed kisses across your breasts that were exposed thanks to his handiwork at unfastening your corset and pulling it down your arms so that all you wore was your dress around your waist. You were the most magnificent creature he had ever seen, and you were his, his until the day you both ceased to exist.

Your mate dropped to his knees, looping his arms under your legs and pulling you to the edge of the table. His warm breath swept between your thighs as his eyes dropped to meet your core that was begging for his touch, "Always so eager," the vibration of the words against his lips made you shudder, realising how close he truly was from tasting you.

Without waiting for your reply, he ran his tongue up your folds, humming at the decadent taste of you on his lips and your body jolted at the touch. His tongue swirled around your clit, assessing the perfect spot he knew would have you screaming his name in a matter of minutes and pressed a light kiss to the area, smirking at the breathless moan that escaped your lips. "Luc, please," you whined, his hands had pried your legs apart and had moved to grasp onto the flesh of your ass, spreading you to give him better access.

Lucien attached his lips to that bundle of nerves, winding his lips around it and sucking gently, flicking his tongue against it and running a finger through your folds, "So needy," he mumbled against you.

Arching your back from the table, you slid your fingers into his hair, gently tugging him closer and moving against his face, rolling your hips against the graceful and fire-tinged flick of his tongue against you. It was so sinful, to have his head buried between your thighs pulling every moan and mewl from you that he could whilst you lay on the table where you had dinner each night, nipples piqued upward toward the ceiling and juices coating the table edge.

Your mate sensed your urgency, mainly from the way you were grinding against his tongue; Lucien coiled his fingers around your thighs, keeping your legs in place despite your writhing against the table and fingers clawing against his scalp with desperation. It didn't take him long to find the specific spot that had you crying out, he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them inside and curling them upward to meet the rough spot inside of your walls, keeping a steady pace when you cried out his name to the skies; a hot white heat consumed your body, his fingers stretched you deliciously, preparing you for what was to come.

But Lucien was a gentleman, he always made sure that your pleasure came first, and he was happy to serve you in whatever way you needed him to.

"Tell me," he pressed a kiss to your folds, smirking at the jolt the touch sent through your body before rising and pulling you upright to meet his chest. One of his hands cupped your jaw, making your cock-dazed eyes find his whilst his other unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his briefs, pulling his cock from the fabric and pumping it twice in his fingers, "Do you prefer the stars above or the ones I make you see?"

It wasn't a question that you needed to answer, you couldn't anyway, your mind still calming from the orgasm that had ripped through it only moments before; your legs still quaked as he settled himself between them, running the tip of his cock through your folds and capturing the slick left in the wake of his tongue ravaging you. Lucien trailed his lips along your shoulder, tasting your sun kissed skin and pecking against the herds of freckles that appeared when the sun was strongest.

Capturing your lips against his own, Lucien pushed into you, pushing until he was hilted and waiting a moment for you to adjust, your walls quivering around him threatening to become undone within a matter of minutes. A low growl fell from him, his fingers raked through your hair and he rolled his hips, thrusting so slowly that it allowed you to feel every single inch of his cock stretching your walls. Lucien's movements quickened slightly but it was still torturous to endure, but you loved the feeling of having him inside of you too much, the way he rocked his hips into you, the way his fingers coiled around the base of your neck and the way his lips pressed sloppy kisses on your mouth. All of it was enough to drive you irrevocably wild.

The frenzy had come and gone, you had decided to accept the bond during a time when you knew Tamlin would be gone for long enough for Lucien to be able to act somewhat normal around him. You had spent two weeks in that bed being fucked by fire, and even if you did rise from the comfort of the bed against his wishes, Lucien would always find you and drag you into the nearest cupboard, pinning your chest against the wall and taking you from behind without a single care as to who could have seen him or heard your mewls.

Though, the desire for him to be always buried inside of you had never faltered, and he would make sure to visit you nightly to remind you of that fact, even if he had to climb up the vines outside of your window to stay undetected.

"You look so good with my cock in you," Lucien's voice was low, his hands cupped your face and he moaned at each thrust you met with your hips; he dragged his thumb across your swollen lips, red and puckered from the onslaught of his mouth, neck coloured from his possessive markings.

The table groaned against the ground, rocking with every movement as Lucien's pace hardened, part of him eating itself alive to stay inside you for as long as possible, but the other part of him anxious about Tamlin returning a minute too early and tearing him to shreds.

"Do you know how much I love you?" You panted through the moans Lucien was drawing from your pretty little mouth and ran your fingers up his arms, setting his nerve endings on fire with the lingering touch of your fingers against his skin, tracing the muscles sculpted by the gods.

"Tell me," his fingers lightly wrapped around your throat, pulling your chest to his, making your eyes peer upward through their lashes at the perfect male rolling into you whose own gaze had darkened at your question.

Lucien's other hand travelled between your legs, his index finger circling around your clit and causing your breath to catch in your throat that bobbed against his grip. Lucien repeated his order, his grasp tightening around your neck and pace quickening so that you could hear your skin sounding against his, "I love you so much that I would walk away from this life to live in the middle of nowhere with you, just us, a life of our own." Lucien groaned at the image, returning home from catching fish in the streams with his bare hands to his perfect mate and even more perfect babes, "I love you so much that the thought of being with child, your child, brings me nothing but serenity," you widened your eyes deliciously, doe-like and innocent, knowing what those words did to him, "You can give me what I want, can't you?"

Lucien's resolve was fading, and the grunts that were sounding from him were edging you closer and closer to one of your favourite places. His index finger continued drawing soft mewls from your lips, your walls tightening around his cock as it slammed continuously into you, surely cracking the legs of the table with each movement, "Yes. I can," his hand moved to the back of your neck, forcing your lips to meet his in a symphony of desire and adoration, and the final few circles of his fingers had you coming undone within moments.

A white hot flash poured through you, had you crying out against his lips, and the convulsions of your walls drew Lucien to the same fate. Lucien fucked you with the fire you had always wondered about long before you had found out that you were mates, his moans delicious enough to send you into a haze as he emptied himself into you, continuing to roll into you to fuck his seed in as far as it could go, determined to give you what you desired.

Lucien's movements slowed, the feral beast tamed and locked deep within him, and he lowered his face to catch your lips once more, not wanting to remove himself from you like usual, but for a different reason this time. He pressed his forehead to yours, russet orbs staring into your own with a type of wonderment you hadn't seen before, "You'd give it all up, for me?"

"I'd give anything for you," and it was true, a life without Lucien wasn't one you wanted to live, so if Tamlin did find out and exile him, you'd follow. The simple life became much more appealing each passing day. "And, to answer your question," you ran your fingers down the contours of his arms and up his chest, curling them over his shoulders, "I think I much prefer the stars you make me see."

Lucien threw his head back and laughed, a smile so beautiful and bright that it could be the most perfect thing you'd ever see in your entire life, and certainly your most favourite thing in the universe.

Lucien's laughter dimmed and his eyes found you again, his hands worked seamlessly to pull your dress back up over your arms, kissing every inch of skin of your shoulders as he tied the corset against your skin, though, he removed your panties from your legs, folding them into his pocket and smirking at your inquisitive arched brow, "I'm not done trying to put my child in you just yet."

Authors Note

I go delulu for my Lulu x

[impactedfates]

"You were...everything" - Archons + Wanderer x GN! Reader

★ Summary: Your immortal lover was a wonderful experience...and you were everything to them (i.e - immortal characters reaction to you dying)

☆ Characters Included (Separate): Venti, Zhongli, Ei/Raiden Ei, Furina + Scaramouche/Wanderer

★ Genre/Trope: Hurt/No Comfort (I tried anyways)

☆ Warnings: Major Character Death (You)

★ Extra: Some may know the audio, others may not. But I think it's angsty so here you go // Furina might be OOC as I haven't actually done the Fontaine story quest yet

As the anemo archon, Venti cared deeply about freedom. And he also cared deeply about you. He was a great boyfriend and was never that protective of you, he always believed you deserve to have freedom, not to be tied down by any restrictions.

But maybe he should've trusted his gut when you went away on one of your adventures, he always sent the wind to protect you and it would always bring you back into his arms. But when the wind could only return the sound of silence when you were meant to come back. He grew worried.

One day, a knock on his door came and he went to check. Jean stood there and looked at Venti before slightly bowing to him, she didn't need to utter a word. He knew what was going on.

You were gone.

Gone due to an accident. Gone because you wanted to protect others but that only got yourself killed.

After that day, after your funeral not many saw him. For days on end, when he did show his face though. He had a smile, continued on with his life as if nothing happened.

But people around him, even people who didn't know him well enough. Could see with each passing day, that this mask he put on would soon fall. He wouldn't be able to act like he got over your death, he never will.

But at least you had freedom right? Wherever you were. He just wished it was with him.

Zhongli was used to seeing people close to him come and go. He knew eventually you'll leave him too as many others did before. He knew he'd likely outlive you, so he wanted to make sure he spent as much time with you as possible. Telling you he loved you and making sure you felt loved.

He never wanted for you to be stripped away from him, and you promised you wouldn't. You two made a contract. A contract that stated you'll be with him for as long as you could, because even you knew he'd outlive you. A contract where he vowed to protect you.

You two truly loved each other, it's a shame he couldn't save you that day. The day where your contract with him ended. Too soon for the ex-archons' liking. He should've been the one to take the hit, he would've been just fine. But you cared about him too much to even see him hurt.

And all he could do was finish the treasure hoarders off before carrying you and running as fast as he could to a doctor. He wanted to believe you'll be okay, he just needed to get there faster, get your wounds treated.

But he knew deep down that no matter how much he hoped, the feeling of your body growing cold against his arms was enough to tell him he was too late.

He had lost you.

But what did he expect? He knew himself loving a mortal would be dangerous, he knew loving a mortal would mean he would eventually lose them.

Yet when he met you, he couldn't help but fall in love.

He was silent at your funeral, silent after that day. No amount of Hu Taos attempts at lightening his mood would work. Nor would anyone's attempts.

He had lost someone he had sworn to protect, and he couldn't even do that.

Eternity.

That's how long Ei wanted to be with you. For all of eternity, for as long as she's able to hold you in her arms, for as long as your mortal life would let her.

She never wanted to let you go. For you to go. She's already lost so many people she cared about. You couldn't be one of them. She didn't want you too. She did everything in her power to protect you.

But that didn't stop her finding your motionless body on the ground.

She knew she didn't have the best reputation after the Vision Hunt Decree. She knew people would be mad at her. She knew people may want revenge against her.

But why did you have to be the one hurt? You did nothing. You did nothing but love her and help her settle back in the life she once abandoned. You were so dear to her heart, you were so kind to her.

You didn't deserve the fate you received.

She never went to your funeral, only hearing from Yae Miko about how it went. The kitsune saw the look on Ei's face and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"They wouldn't like if you went back into isolation you know"

The archon knew that, and she wouldn't want to make you upset. Even if she couldn't see you, she knew that wherever you were, you wouldn't like it. She even promised to you she wouldn't.

She continued on ruling over Inazuma. Things were at ease, the culprits responsible for your death were punished. People were starting to warm up to her, though her actions were never forgotten.

And just as she wanted to, she'll be with you for all of eternity. Even if that was merely by your grave.

Furina always worried if she was a good archon, if she made her people happy despite how she may act around them. She knew she likely could never fully replace the past archon but she wanted to be liked.

Furina also worried if she was a good partner to you, yet despite how she may act to mask her insecurities. You stayed with her. You made her feel more confident in herself. She's truly so grateful for you. She never wanted you to disappear.

But you did.

The trail had to be rigged. It just had too. You weren't a criminal. But all odds pointed to you. But she knew you weren't the culprit for the crime.

It wasn't like you.

You wouldn't have done that.

You were with her that day.

She wanted to speak out, she had too. But her mouth went dry, no words could come out as you were taken away, to be detained. To be placed somewhere until the set day of your death.

And she could only watch silently as it all happened.

After that day, after the one she loved so dearly, the one who loved her despite her flaws was gone from her life. She was never the same. No one saw her act as she did before. She only sat in her seat silently as trails went on.

People of Fontaine, even the ones who weren't too satisfied with her. Was worried for her, of how she was going to be. If she was going to be okay.

But she won't be.

She had failed her nation. She had failed you.

"Get up!"

"Getupgetupgetup, GET UP."

Those were the only words that Wanderer could think to yell at you. He shook you, pinched you. Anything, just anything to wake you up. You were just asleep right?

Yeah, just asleep. Just taking a peaceful nap. Sure, your eyes showed nothing but it being unfocused.

But you were just daydreaming like you always do right?

Sure your body had become cold.

But that's just how your temperature is right?

You're not dead. You can't be dead. You told him you wouldn't betray him. Then why weren't you waking up? Stop messing with him. It isn't funny. It's not funny.

Please, just let him see your smile again. Just once.

.

.

. Please?

Nahida slowly came behind him and patted his back, trying her best to reassure him. Wanderer could only continue looking into your eyes as they slowly lost their light. His shakes to your body slowed down as he finally and quietly let out a faint sob.

You were the only one able to fully break down his walls, to fully see him for who he is. You didn't mind his words, you loved him. He loved you. People were thankful you two were together as the words that would leave the puppets mouth became much less harsh.

After the day you left him, betrayed him in his eyes. He got back to his usual self before he met you. He became much harsher though, to the point Nahida advised him to take a few days off. Just being alone. Just to cool down. It wouldn't be fair for others to be victim to his harsh words just because of how upset he was with what happened.

He wanted to hate you, he wanted to despise you for breaking your promise about not leaving him, he wanted to ignore you because you betrayed him like many others did before...but he loved you.

But he no longer could have you.

Teehee. I only based Furina on what I think she's like, I gotta stop procrastinating and actually start the quest fweooif (please don't spoil!!)

Also I am aware that archons can exactly die, however I'm pretty sure they can't from old age. So if all goes well, they can live for awhileeee.

Anyways! I hope you liked it :>> I might make a pt 2 with different characters if this gets enough attention.

Thanks for reading!!

[iceinwhb]

BESTIE Listen... I need Leviathan to breed me

Like Babytrap

Like.... He's as anxiety that one day MC will leave him sooooo He's going to put a stop here. And of course he makes mc all his win win.

I like the idea... Wait.

﹅ contains ;; what in hell is bad, Leviathan, sensitive content, nsfw, explicit content.

﹅ warnings ;; Enjoy it!

Your fingers tightened in nervousness, perhaps because you knew what it meant to be walking right up to Leviathan's throne.

You tried to believe it was because he was frustrated, and suffocated with his job, taking care of his citizens, but it was becoming more recurrent that this kind of incident happened, more and more often, to the point that you still weren't able to take a step away from Hades, because Leviathan needed your company.

But the reason you were anxious, was actually because it was that day, Leviathan wasn't waiting for you with a silent and fixed gaze, but he was tearing up his entire hall, in whatever way he could.

He didn't wait, he didn't call you either, not like last time. You were running, trying to catch up with Barbatos' quick steps, and when you finally caught up with him, that's when you reached the door. He opened it for you, but even if you had already arrived, you were stopped by the silence inside.

It didn't seem to bother Barbatos because he pushed you inside, gave you a sweet “good luck,” and closed the door behind your back. You didn't turn around, and try to fight for your freedom, because the menace in the gray eyes was too sharp for your arrival.

“What took you so long.” It was a question but it seemed to demand a quick answer. At least before he left the spot he was sitting on and headed your way. “Why did you get up, where were you?”

You opened your mouth, before frowning.

“I was walking around the square, before you went fucking insane, and I came in his coffin, so…” Leviathan leaned back against the door, almost to the point where your nose brushed his chest. You swallowed saliva, as fingers lifted your head, and uncovered your neck.

“You went to the square, and you hid it.”

“Aren't you supposed to feel bad? You look perfectly fine.” You crossed your arms, and raised an eyebrow. “I want to go out, and preferably, go Gehenna as soon as possible.”

He moved closer, clearly annoyed, to the point that he would truly hang you, but instead, a soft kiss was pressed to your lips.

“You wouldn't have to go anywhere if you just stayed here.” You were surprised, and ignored his fingers intruding on your arms, to pull them apart. “Just accept that you're staying here.”

“No one knows, not even you.” You licked your lips, before a smug laugh came from him, and he kissed you again, slowly, with the typical strange sweetness that most of the time he never had.

You tried to push him away, but you only made him open his eyes and become slightly softer, enough to convince you of anything that wasn't normal, but you couldn't help that strange need to understand his intentions.

Maybe even feel you immersed in the soft caresses before you sucked in your lip slowly, enough to think about exactly where you'd been all week, but it didn't matter enough when he opened his mouth.

You lifted your arms, to tangle around his neck and went deeper inside, even playing with his tongue and teasing every time he tried to subdue you. You didn't let him breathe, to the point where you felt a moan vibrate through your mouth.

You released him soon after, with one last suck on his tongue, and sighed.

“Next time you lie to me, I won't come back.”

He didn't hear a word, you knew perfectly well by the way he slid into your neck, as his hands lifted you up, and teeth nibbled at your flesh, before sucking greedily.

Your flesh bristled, as the panting got louder. You knew he was looking for a way to keep any marks made by him from being hidden, and he seemed to challenge you for it.

You crossed your legs over his hips as he took you deeper into the room. You shuddered, as he licked more intensely and you smiled, at how absurdly wet he was.

The erection even pressed against your stomach and became sticky on your clothes. You moved your hands to the pants, and froze when you realized that there was no clothing to get in the way of the wet dick, to the point that it had already stain even your stomach.

You opened your mouth, but it seemed like an invitation for him to lunge inside you. He sat you down, on his own throne, and his hands slowly unbuttoned your shirt, like your pants.

He also deftly slid down to the panties, which he pulled down quickly outside of what would be usual.

You pulled away, breathing hard as the last chance to leave the place slipped through your toes.

“Why…?”

He slid his touch under your thigh, and along your leg, and again you felt the heat, the vibration and the wetness that the blunt tip gave off.

“Can you only think about that?” a moan mingled with yours as the cock rubbed against you. You shuddered, knowing what was coming, but your body still couldn't take the hard thrusts, pushing all the way in.

You held his shoulder, trying not to let the sensation escalate, but all Leviathan did, was thrust into you, battering your insides to his pleasure and enjoyed the sigh until he cummed.

You laced your fingers in his shoulder, while the other reached for the arm that held from crushing you. You shivered at the warm sensation filling your belly. He came out slowly, his attention on the clear image of you, ruined on his throne.

Your legs tightened, from the lack of an orgasm. You swallowed spit, and looked up, annoyed.

“You know what you're doing.”

A small chuckle came out, before he lifted you up, and straddled you over him. This time, the introduction was gentler, at least when you held onto his chest.

“I never do anything as useless as that.”

“This is fucking tiring.” You dropped your head on his shoulder, as you rubbed the most sensitive places. You moaned, this time, trying to hold on as you enjoyed every place you could reach. The climax was long, and almost destructive, burning your brain slowly.

“Wait!” Overstimulation hit the sensitivity of your nerves, as you tried to escape the position, avoiding its continued movement.

But Leviathan only spun you around. He took you to the floor, where you held on barely by your knees and elbows. You gasped in surprise, as moans filled your mouth from the raw sensation. He was fucking you again, pressing even your hands to the floor with his, and moving mercilessly.

You tried to escape through the heaviness that was beginning to press against your lower abdomen, lowering your hips, but he followed you, reluctant to leave your insides even if he slammed you to the floor.

He was pushing you too hard, to the point where he was even hitting the right places to bring on another orgasm.

“That's enough! Wait!” When you tried to move, you moaned from the pressure that kept building up, even spilling down your pelvis and staining the floor.

You realized that even if he was just fucking you, he was still filling you with his seed, on the edge of your limit. The sob mingled with a grunt, the warmth of his mouth pressed against the back of your neck, to the point where a spike of pain prickled inside you.

“It's too…”

“I won't do anything useless.” He held your leg, lifted it and sucked noisily on the tibia. Le erection was getting harder and harder, as the movements continued. “Will end when it comes to its purpose.”

Your head blanched as you writhed from the painful pleasure, but your quickly understood the words, perhaps because at the time it was too literal.

“You ca…” You screamed in surprise when they were facing each other, and he thrust in slowly, too slowly to get another orgasm from you when there was no inch of distance.

You breathed hard, this time, more semen gushing out with the slightest movement.

“Who told you no?” He leaned down to lick your lips, as the small movements made you grumble louder. “It's been a week now… No rest, every night. I wouldn't be so brazen with that, not so reckless even now either.”

“Levi…”

“If you're not… You soon will be.”

You clenched your jaw, while slowly closing your eyes, dizzy.

“Marriage is usually requested...”

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I had to re-read Levi's H, but it was worth it! Sorry if it took me a while, I usually write them fast, but I have five hours doing something I haven't finished.

Anyway… Had a fetish with that chair for as long as I've known it existed, don't blame me. Also with some hallway, but Levi's too jealous for that. I really enjoyed writing it, honestly! (I always want to drag on, but I can never get enough of my favorite. I'm so happy with this.)

[scekrex]

How about Overlord!Sinner reader who has been in Hell for a long ass time, enough to built a sizeble powerbase to keep himself safe & comfortable and more than enough time to get sick of the kind of filth that land in Hell, saw an opertunity & made off wth barely alive Adam. Taking care of him like one would a frighten animal, getting him use to gentle touches and cuddling. After all, an angel should be treated with care, especially if you're keeping it in Hell

Okay so I wrote something similar in the past, I'll make this one the second part of it. You can read it as an oneshot though, the first part includes how reader found Adam.

Bird of Hell's Paradise

When you meet my eyes, we both know that you're mine

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & sexual tension

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam never experienced gentle touches. He had experienced sexual touches, he had experienced painful touches. But gentle? Maybe in Eden. Back when things had been okay, when all he had to worry about was how he'd spend the day. Before women had shattered his heart and tore his trust to pieces.

So when you provided the most gentle touch he had ever felt on his warm skin he was confused. He knew you had taken care of him before, back when you had found him, picked him up and decided to keep him. Yet the brunette had never been trapped, you had always offered him freedom. But Adam wasn't stupid, he knew the sinners down there would tear him apart within seconds. So he stayed at your place. And he even grew to like it. The mansion was huge, something that wouldn't bore Adam easily, the garden you had built was pretty, pretty and pure looking enough to remind Adam of the early days of earth. How was hell able to provide something so divine looking? It felt like it wasn't right, like that garden of yours didn't belong. And yet it fit in so perfectly.

The first man had been unconscious for most of his wound treatment, he had only woken up near the end of it and yet he remembered your gentle touch so well, remembered how careful your fingertips had touched his roughed up skin. You hadn't had any intentions to hurt him, not in the past and neither in the present. And dear god, how was Adam supposed to deny your touch when your hand felt so good against his skin? So right, so safe? It made him feel alive, the feeling of your fingers gently gliding up and down his side. He and you were still laying in bed, it was already noon but neither of you could bring themselves to leave the warm sheets. Adam's back was turned towards you, one of his wings was wrapped around the first man, the other one was slightly lifted so that he could feel your touch. While touching his body was okay, touching his wings was off the table, they were way too sensitive for that.

“Adam?” your voice sounded just as gentle as your touch felt, a low vibration that lulled Adam in within an instant, he simply hummed in response, not in the mood to give you a proper answer. “We should eat,” oh Adam knew that and his empty stomach definitely agreed with you. Yet the former angel couldn’t bring himself to leave the bed, to be apart from you and not feel your touch on him for only a second. So he simply grumbled something inaudible at you, causing you to chuckle softly. “Adam dear,” you closed the gap between your bodies, your chest was now resting against his back and the first man was quick to tense up and pull away from you. Having your hands on him was different, it felt less real, something he could easily brush off. But having your body pressed against his? Even in your gentle way? It felt realer, more serious, especially because that involved your body touching his wings. And there was no one in this world who would ever touch his wings. Not even Lute was allowed to touch the glossy golden feathers of his, so he surely wouldn’t let you touch them. And at the same time he wanted nothing more than for you to pet his wings, to softly stroke through the big golden feathers. He wanted to watch you doing so too, wanted to see every emotion your eyes would offer him in the process. It was risky though, given how sensitive they were and Adam was not ready to take that risk just yet. “I’m sorry,” your voice continued to sound like a warm, comfortable blanket that wrapped itself around Adam’s body, “Can I continue to touch your skin though?” Adam silently adored you for asking for consent, it seemed like no big deal and yet you not only apologized for invading his personal space a little too much, but you also made sure he gave you permission to continue. “I might kill you if you fucking stop touching me,” his words were empty, there was no bite behind them and the both of you were aware of that. Yet Adam felt like he had to make sure you knew who you were messing with. The former angel had fallen, had lost his chances to get back into heaven a long time ago, but he still knew how to defend himself. His moves were a little rusty because of the chest pain that came with sudden movements, but you had promised to train with him once his condition was stable enough. For now Adam had to settle with playful fights every now and then.

You were about to roll yourself out of bed in order to prepare something to eat for the both of you but Adam caught onto your plans quickly, he turned around and without thinking about it twice he pulled you close against his chest and closed his wings around your body, leaving no escape. “Fuck no,” the first man mumbled as he buried his face in your hair, your face was pressed against Adam’s naked chest. A habit the former angel had formed ever since he had grown to like your touch, he walked around shirtless, sometimes even in nothing more but boxershorts. “You’re staying,” the brunette demanded, his grip around you tightened. You hummed in agreement as your fingers went back to caressing his side. From his hip up to his chest and from there back down to his hip, stopping slightly above the hem of his underwear.

You felt the first man inhaling deeply, felt how his tense body relaxed once he was convinced you’d stay for a little longer. The former angel had issues, you had been quick to figure that out. He wasn’t taking abandonment well, it only made sense considering his past. He also grew to be quite clingy. There was no reputation to hold up, no act he needed to continue to play. For the first time since his creation Adam was able to truly relax and let himself go, to fall. Because when he fell for the first time, you caught him and he was convinced you’d catch him again. And again. And again.

And maybe that was the reason why he grabbed your wrist and guided your hand to his wing, then he waited. Your fingertips felt cool against them yet he didn’t feel like pulling away. You carefully tested the water by only rubbing small circles against the golden feathers and when Adam sighed in relief you continued. The brunette leaned into your touch almost immediately and you placed a gentle kiss on his chest. That made the first man shudder, “Don’t fucking try to make me horny, we’re not gonna fuck.” You pulled away from his skin a little, looking him in his golden eyes as you spoke, “Who said anything about having sex?” Adam huffed at your response, he seemed to dislike something about it. “You get all touchy and kissy, bitches do that when they wanna fuck.” That made you realize that he seemed to connect gentle touches with sex and sex only. It seemed no one had ever kissed his body to simply appreciate it. “Darling,” you watched as Adam’s eyes widened at the pet name, you knew he liked all the pet names that came from your lips and were directed at him, he wouldn’t admit it but he liked them. “I’m not trying to get you worked up,” your hand stopped petting his wing to prove your point, “I’m simply appreciating the privilege of being allowed to touch your divine looking body, my dear.”

The brunette remained silent for a long moment, he seemed to consider how true your words were. “Keep fucking going, then,” he grumbled and while he wanted his words to come out in a tone of annoyance, you noticed the relief and adorement they were holding for you. The first man seemed to be genuinely thankful that you would continue to touch him in such delicious ways without ruining the mood by popping a boner - or worse: forcing him to pop one.

You had his respect for that.

[autumnywinter]

Runaway - Yandere!Vox

TW: Abusive behavior, hypnosis, suggestive, dubious consent implied

Reader is gender neutral

It was a miracle you managed to escape Vox. Not literally. Miracles aren't a thing in Hell, especially not for you. It was a fluke, a mistake on Vox's part, a happy accident that you took full advantage of. It was luck that he happened to have business in another ring on that specific day. You were able to slip out without him noticing, or any of the Vees for that matter.

Not that they really cared to begin with, only to avoid Vox's rage. They both acknowledged you, but as nothing but Vox's pet. That's what you felt like, so they weren't entirely wrong.

And now you were trying your best to avoid him, making your way through the Ring of Pride. You weren't sure where to go, just far away from Vox as possible.

It had been three days since your escape, and you hadn't heard anything about it on the news. But that was more because you were scared to stand next to any TV screen that wasn't bolted down and already turned off.

So you kept your head down, hood up, and tried to think of a plan.

You weren't sure how Vox would react when he finally found you. Well, angry, obviously. Furious even. Would he hypnotize you again? Probably. Not before ripping you a new one. He had never laid a hand on you, but that didn't mean he wouldn't now.

His constant surveillance would make it borderline impossible for something like this to happen again. You couldn't afford to fuck it up.

You felt like an animal on the run. A rat in a maze. Everything you did was to avoid him. It was too exhausting. And dangerous. You couldn't get enough rest to make up for it.

There were so many ways this could go wrong. And so many ways it could go worse. You were ready for anything, willing to do anything to stay away from him. You felt like you were at the end of your rope, but you didn't have any rope left, and you were starting to fall off the ledge.

You had no one. There was no one you could turn to for help, not here. Even if anyone took pity on you, no one would be willing to piss off an Overlord.

But you knew you couldn't keep this up forever. There was no way for you to leave the ring, and Vox had cameras everywhere. Honestly, you're surprised you even still had freedom. Not that it felt like it.

Maybe he wasn't looking for you at all. Maybe he was just waiting for you to come crawling back to him. Or maybe he was watching you right now, waiting for you to slip up so he could swoop in and reclaim you.

One thing you knew Vox would avoid at all costs was to ruin his reputation. He cared far too much about that. So he probably wouldn't want to advertise that his little pet had escaped from his leash. You imagined that was the only reason you were free, or else there'd be a bounty on your head right now.

As you trudged through the streets of Pride, you turned a corner and saw who you recognized as Vox's bodyguards. Though he had tons of them, you knew most of them. Whenever he was gone for business purposes, there'd always be at least two keeping a close eye on you.

Your heart pounded and you felt a wave of dread. But they hadn't seen you yet, and the sidewalk was crowded enough that you could quickly hide in the bustle. You tried to look as inconspicuous as possible while keeping your eyes on them. They seemed to be looking around, checking the crowd for something. Looking for you, you thought.

The crowd dissipated, but a little too soon. There were several more bodyguards on the other side of the street, and they quickly spotted you. Your breath hitched in your throat.

One of them raised a walkie-talkie to their mouth, and you broke out into a run.

You ran as fast as you could, zigzagging through the crowds and almost running into other demons. You turned corners and weaved through alleys, and you could hear the bodyguards not far behind.

Your hood blew off in your frantic running, but you didn't bother to pull it back up. You could barely breathe, the panic and terror taking over.

After what felt like forever, you managed to lose them. You were almost too exhausted to stand, leaning against a wall as you struggled to catch your breath. Your chest rose and fell heavily as you gasped for air. Your legs were shaking violently.

There was a familiar sound of static behind you. Your heart stopped.

You spun around, only to come face to face with Vox. He wore an angry scowl, eyes narrowed darkly. You tried to step back, but you bumped into the wall behind you. He stood right in front of you, towering over you. He was absolutely terrifying like this, and you had no way to escape.

He reached out and grabbed your arm roughly, and you flinched and tried to yank away, but his grip was like iron. You looked around desperately for help, but there was no one around. Of course there wasn't. You had run so far from the busy streets, and it was far too late for anyone to be wandering around. If not for that, Vox probably wouldn't have shown up himself.

He dragged you back towards the limo waiting around the corner, ignoring your pleading and resistance. You clawed at his hand and dug your heels into the ground, but it was futile.

"Let go! Please!" you cried, trying to dig your heels into the ground, but Vox just kept pulling you along. You kicked and screamed, but it didn't matter. There was no one here to hear you, no one to save you.

Vox opened the limo door and tossed you inside, slamming it shut behind him. You scrambled backwards into the door. You were cornered, trapped between Vox and the door. Vox climbed into the limo and the driver started moving. You pressed yourself further against the door.

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" he said, his voice a low growl. You shuddered. "I'm your husband. Don't I deserve a little respect?"

'Husband'. That word made you sick. He always claimed that's what he was. You couldn't remember the ceremony, but the papers were real. There wasn't a doubt in your mind he used hypnosis for most of your relationship. You couldn't remember a single memory where you actually were in love with him, especially how much he claimed you were to be.

You felt a lot of things when you were with him, but it certainly wasn't love. You were scared. Angry. Disgusted. Violated. But you were never in love.

"I believe we've talked about how this'd go if you ever tried it, didn't I?" he continued. He pulled out his phone and showed you a video. It was of you, running through the streets of Pride, looking even more exhausted and miserable than you felt, even under the hood. "I know every street cam in Hell, don't forget that."

"Then why didn't you come for me sooner?" you rasped. Your throat felt raw from running, and your lungs burned. Your arm throbbed from where he grabbed you, and you knew there'd be a bruise later.

"I wanted to see if you'd come crawling back to me on your own," he said, leaning forward to look down on you. He was sitting right next to you, his leg pressed against yours. "And you didn't."

You shrunk back slightly. His gaze was harsh and intimidating. The lights of his eyes flickered across his screen and danced on your skin. You felt his gaze bore into you, like he was trying to figure out what was going on in your mind.

You tried to pull your knees up to your chest, but Vox reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. He brushed his thumb along your lower lip.

"I think you need another lesson on how things work," he growled.

"I don't want--"

"Did I ask what you wanted?"

He pinned you against the limo door and leaned in closer, his face only inches from yours. You could feel his breath on your cheek.

"Don't act like you didn't miss this, baby," he purred, his tone changing like a switch had been flipped. "Why'd you leave me? Have I not been spending enough time with you? Am I not making you feel loved enough? I'm the only thing that can protect you down here, but I can't do that if you keep running away."

You squirmed under his grasp. He was holding you so tight that it was hard to breathe. It hurt.

His eye swirled, the familiar hypnotic glow enveloping your vision, and the world around you began to melt away. It was like your consciousness was sinking into a swamp. You were still aware of what was happening, but you couldn't control your own body or voice. Even your emotions beneath his control were dulled down, and it felt like a fog had rolled in over your mind.

You went limp and slumped forward against Vox as he cradled you. His hands traveled down your body and slid up under your shirt, brushing against your stomach. Your skin tingled wherever he touched it.

Just as you heard a dark chuckle from him, just as his hands trailed down to the waistband of your pants...

"We're here," the driver said, interrupting the moment. Vox's hands lingered on your hips for a second longer before pulling away. He moved out of the limo first, then helped you out. You followed him inside without hesitation.

He led you inside the tower, an arm wrapped around your waist. As soon as you stepped inside, he kicked the door closed behind him and picked you up bridal style, carrying you into the bedroom.

You wouldn't be coming out of your hypnotized state any time soon.

[ckret2]

On chapter 38 of human Bill Cipher is still the Mystery Shack's prisoner, the most exciting, gripping, action-packed, page-turning chapter so far:

Bill gets locked in the bathroom.

He handles it super well.

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Bill thought he heard a door slam somewhere far off in the shack—but every time he peeked around the shower curtain, there was no sign of anyone else would come into the bathroom any time soon. Good. Last thing he needed was a human coming upstairs to give him trouble for the crime of daring to be naked with a door open. (Of all the stupid things. He wasn't embarrassed, he was used to floating around in nothing but a top hat and bow tie, if he wasn't bothered why should they be bothered, was what he wanted to know...)

As Bill dried off and dressed, he considered what he'd do next. If someone else was back in the house—Dipper, probably—then Bill wouldn't be able to continue his planned mischief. Pity. He'd hardly had a chance to abuse his freedom. But then, Dipper loved to avoid Bill. Maybe Bill could chase him upstairs and have the living room to himself until Mabel got back.

He dressed, pulled the towels off the mirrors, quickly poked his wet hair into something approximating a triangular cloud, and turned toward the door.

Somewhere during the process of getting dressed, he must have bumped into the door, because it had swung halfway shut. Not a problem. He'd found that as long as a door was open at all, it was possible to get through the gap. Even if it was a narrow gap. If you tried to squeeze through it, it somehow widened for you. Such was the illusive trickery of doors.

But. But. Why should he try to squeeze through? His current 3D flesh body was not made for gliding through infinitesimally small gaps. And he wasn't about to let a door be the master of him. He knew how to handle them now. He'd done this in the living room. Time to show off a little.

Bill turned his back on the door, shut his eyes, simply visualized walking straight through an open doorway and out into the hallway, and confidently walked backwards.

The door made a click sound. It stopped moving. Bill froze, back pressed against the wood.

Something went wrong here.

Bill turned around. The door was very firmly closed. He leaned against it experimentally. It remained closed. It sure didn't seem like an illusion he could walk straight through. Had he done it wrong?

After several more failed attempts to walk through the doorway, Bill reluctantly conceded that for some reason this door wasn't about to yield to his mind tricks. He was quite firmly trapped in the bathroom.

Oh, how embarrassing.

No, no—no, it didn't have to be embarrassing. This would be funny. Somebody else would need the bathroom eventually, right? He could just wait here until the humans returned—maybe sit on the toilet, meditate a while—and when someone opened the door, he'd calmly say, "Hey." And after they jumped out of their skin, he'd stroll out the door. They'd never know how he got in there. It would haunt them.

He shut the toilet lid, sat, crossed his legs, shut his eyes, and settled in to wait.

####

He lasted three minutes.

Bill groaned and dragged his hands down his face. "Ugh, it's been hours. Where the heck is everyone!" He stood and angrily pounded on the door. "Okay, I'm sick of this! My lifespan's too finite to waste it in here!"

Who was here? Probably just Dipper, right? Somewhere downstairs? "HEY!" He stomped on the floorboards. "I'M TALKING TO YOU, UH—uhh, uhhhh—MABEL'S BROTHER?! Name?!" What was his name. He and Mabel had those cute matchy twin names—same length and same first two letters— "MARIO? MATTY? MAGNI? MABON? Isn't it Mabon? That sounds right, I'm sure it's Mabon." He stomped on the floor again. "It's really petty of you to ignore me until I get your name right, Mabon! No, wait, he went by a nickname, what was his nickname." Bill paced back and forth across the bathroom floor. "It was a constellation, right? ORION? No. TRIANGULUM? No, I'd remember if it was Triangulum. What's his sign—VIRGO? C'mon, kid!"

Bill glowered at the door. It showed no signs of opening any time in the near future. Where was that brat?

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Dipper's lungs were heaving and his heart pounding as he pedaled toward the spot where Bill had cracked open the dimensional rift and started Weirdmageddon.

It was easy to find. He just had to locate the fault line that had opened in the ground and follow it until the view of the trees around him began bending oddly in the air, as though being refracted in water—the air was so thick with invisibly-sealed miniature dimensional rifts. He kept going until he found the sign they'd planted last summer:

Mabel's Fault

He still cringed every time he thought of the name they'd given the scar in the earth. He'd proposed it before realizing how it sounded; but Mabel had laughed hysterically and the name stuck.

He didn't see any sign of them around the fault. "MABEL! Can you hear me?! Bill, where are you!" There was no reply. Dipper screamed his frustration at the top of his lungs.

He was a terrible brother. He'd been one then and he was one today. He never should have left Mabel alone with Bill.

Where else could they have gone? Maybe Bill's corpse? Dipper abandoned his bike and ran off the trail, deeper into the woods. "I'm coming, Mabel!"

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Bill frowned contemplatively at the mirror, finger tapping his chin.

He had painted his zodiac on the glass with tooth paste.

He pointed around the mirror one symbol at a time. "Okay, that one's Jesús," he said, "that's Wendy, that's Stanley—Pine Tree!" Bill smacked the sink triumphantly. "YOUR NAME'S PINE TREE! Stop ignoring me, where are you!"

There was no answer.

"Maybe he went out again," Bill muttered.

Mabel had to be back soon, right? Bill pressed his face to the bathroom window. He could see Stan's car and Waddles below; no Mabel.

"HEY SHOOTING STAR! Are you back yet?!" Bill listened for a reply. "Star girl? Mabel? Buddy? Pal? My hero? My only friend? Please?"

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Mabel was biking back from the hardware store, her bike's basket stuffed full of spray paint cans. She'd brought along the flashlight with the height-altering crystal so she could shrink down the bags of spray paint cans to fit in the basket. It was a good choice. There had been a sale. She had sooo many colors now.

She passed the grocery store; weird, the parking lot had filled up with a crowd since the last time she passed by. Did she hear music?

She slowed to stare at the crowd—then hit the breaks. "Candy?! Grenda?!"

Across the parking lot, they turned and waved. "Mabel!"

Mabel pedaled up to them. "Hey guys! What are you doing hanging out in a parking lot!"

"Radio station live appearance," Candy said, pointing toward a red van parked next to the grocery store. A vinyl wrap around the van identified it as affiliated with Falls Radio. In front of it, Bodacious T was struggling to set up a tent over a white folding table. Candy went on, "We are here to win cheap prizes at the games. They have trivia, 'name that tune,' a prize wheel..."

Grenda pumped a fist in the air. "I'm gonna win a water bottle and a tiny backpack!"

"Oooh." Mabel craned her neck, trying to peek between the crowd to the front table. "What are the prizes?"

Candy said, "Radio station t-shirts, CDs, gift cards..."

"The grand prize is concert tickets for some old guy," Grenda said dismissively.

"The gift cards are a better value," Candy said.

"What old guy?" Mabel caught sight of a poster taped up to the side of the van. She gasped. "Phrancisco?! From Invisible Yellow Plastic?!"

"You know him?" Candy asked, surprised.

"Yes?! Invisible Yellow Plastic was this amazing 80's band! They were pioneers in the local new wave scene! I've got some of their albums!" Courtesy of Grunkle Ford, who had hyped them up to her in the first place and also told her everything she knew about them. "And based on the album covers, Phrancisco was so hot thirty years ago?"

Candy and Grenda absorbed this new information with thoughtful looks.

Mabel climbed off her bike, stuck the tiny bags of spray paint in one pocket, and used the height-altering flashlight to shrink her bike and stick it in the other pocket. "Ladies. We have got to get these tickets. I'm dropping everything for this quest." She put her hands on Candy and Grenda's shoulders. "With our powers put together, we can win all the gift cards, tiny backpacks, water bottles, and concert tickets we could ever want. Are you with me?!"

Candy and Grenda raised their fists. "Yeah!"

"It's time for radio station live appearance mini games."

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Bill sat leaning against the bathroom cabinet, idly flipping the toilet lid up and down to entertain himself, staring at the door.

"I'm sure Mabel will be back any minute," he told himself.

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Bill had constructed a sensory deprivation tank in the bathtub.

He'd filled the tub with about a foot of hot water, dumped in an entire bag of bath salts he'd found by prying a wooden board out of the side of the cabinet, plugged his ears with cotton balls held in place with bandaids, turned out the lights, and draped a towel over the tub.

He was going to meditate in that, and use the boost to his psychic capabilities to send a telepathic SOS to Mabel. Mabel or whoever was sensitive enough to receive it. He wasn't picky.

His nerves were too frazzled for him to drop straight into a trance. He tried to calm himself. Deep breath—wow, the bath salts reeked of lavender—deep breath through the mouth then. Calm down. Be still. Empty mind. Everything would be fine—everything would always be fine for him—there was no need to stress.

Slowly, he relaxed.

Bill's sleep schedule had been in a state of utter disarray since the moment he'd been dumped in a body that needed sleep. Over the past day, the sum total of sleep he'd gotten had been an unplanned nap last night before dinner, and a fretful nightmare-laden spell from 3 a.m. to dawn.

Bill fell asleep in the tub.

His head sank below the water. He spluttered and flailed his way back to sitting upright.

He took the towel off his head and threw it to the ground. "That didn't work." Kinda comfortable though. He lay back in the tub. What else could he try?

Maybe Wendy would come back. She said she liked hanging out here when she was avoiding people, and it sounded like she wasn't too keen on her friends—maybe she'd get sick of them and return? Yeah. Yeah! Sure, Bill was sure she'd do that. "Wendyyy! Hey! You didn't happen to come back, did you?!" He waited. "Come on! I know you're here!"

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"No wait, this'll be sick," Nate said. He was laying down on the walkway around the top of the water tower, wriggling out under the safety railing so his face and shoulders hung out in open air.

Wendy laughed. "Dude. What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna spray paint something on the bottom of the floor. Everyone'll go, 'How did that get there?'" He waved a hand at Lee. "Gimme a spray can."

Lee handed Nate a can of purple paint, and he slid out a little bit farther. His belly button was level with the edge of the walkway.

Wendy stopped laughing. "Whoa," she said. "Careful. What are you, crazy?" She put one hand on the railing.

"Yeah. Crazy genius. It's cool, look." Nate slid out another couple of inches. "I can just—lift my legs and hang from the railing by my knees, like a monkey—" He lifted his feet off the walkway, and immediately lost balance and slid forward. "Hey—"

Time seemed to slow down. Wendy had trained for this, the water tower's wooden legs were basically thin tree trunks, if she slid under the railing she could grab Nate and swing into one of the tower legs, they could slide down that to the bottom—

Lee dropped flat on Nate's legs, using his weight to pin him in place. "HEY!"

Wendy grabbed Nate's shirt. Together, she and Lee dragged him back onto the walkway. Nate rolled onto his back and stared at the sky, eyes wide.

Lee sat beside him and laughed nervously. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Whoo. Gimme a sec."

"What the heck, Nate!" Wendy was gripping the railing hard enough her arms shook. She tried to sound calm. "You almost got yourself killed, you dummy!" Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.

"I'm fine," Nate said shakily. "I'm fine, just... lay off."

"Fine. Sor-ry. I'm just trying to make sure you don't literally die."

Lee gave Wendy an exasperated look. Nate closed his eyes and sighed. "Yeah, okay, mom."

The back of her neck went hot. Oh no, absolutely not. The mom friend was the opposite of the cool girl. That was the boring friend who drove everyone around and was too busy worrying to have fun. She'd never been mom-friended in her life.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lee asked Wendy. "I mean—this idiot's near death experience aside—" (Nate punched Lee's knee.) "—you've been kinda high-strung lately. Is everything cool?"

"Of course I'm cool," Wendy said automatically. Be cool, girl. "Sorry. Work junk's got me stressed. Soos keeps randomly closing at the last minute, and I'm losing hours, and... it's been getting to me, I guess. I just need to chill." She took in a deep breath. "Nate," she put a hand on his shoulder and said solemnly, "if you want to fall on your head and lose your last eight brain cells, I won't get in your way. I support your dreams, man."

"Pssh, shut up!" Nate shoved Wendy off and sat up, laughing. "Okay, new plan. What if I just—stay on the floor, but reach my arm under the side to paint it."

Lee asked, "How are you gonna see what you're drawing?"

Nate considered that. "You can reach under and use your phone like a mirror."

Wendy bit back the urge to tell them they were idiots. Were her friends not maturing fast enough, or was she just getting boring?

She leaned against the water tower and shut her eyes.

####

Laying on the bathroom floor, Bill said, "You know what, Cool Girl? I'm beginning to think you're ignoring me too." Everyone was here and everyone was ignoring him.

He heaved himself to his feet. How long had he been in here. Time lost all meaning in a sensory deprivation tank. It could have been days. He was beginning to get hungry. What would he do when his body needed food? Not to mention dehydration! Where was he going to get water in a bathroom?!

Bill did not, at that moment, possess the greatest clarity of mind.

He flinched in surprise at the sight of another human in the bathroom, and then his hopes went up—and then they went back down. Oh. Right. He'd taken the towels off the mirrors. Just him.

"Thanks for disappointing me," he snapped sarcastically at the human body in the reflection. "Again. As usual." He pointed at the reflection. "Hey—hey! What's that look on your face for? Don't you take that attitude with me, buster! It's your fault I'm in this mess!"

His reflection continued to glare wrathfully at him. It made him madder. The reflection's wrath deepened.

"WHAT?!" Bill demanded. "You keep your mouth shut, I'm the one shouting here! What do you have to be angry about?! I've never done anything to you! You owe me everything! I feed you, I clothe you, I wash you, and what do you give me in return?! Backaches and headaches! I could have been home partying with my friends by now, but do you know who's holding me back?! YOU!" He jabbed his finger against the mirror. The reflection jabbed a finger back. Voice cracking with rage, Bill squawked, "Don't you raise your hand at me, you little—!" He curled his hand in a fist, intending only to threaten the reflection; but when it shook a fist back at him, he reared back with a roar and punched the mirror. The glass crunched beneath his knuckles. His knuckles also crunched.

Bill stared at the broken glass, snapped out of his rage by the pain. Dozens of fragmented reflections stared back at him. He rubbed the stinging cuts on his knuckles.

"Of course," he said. "The solution's so obvious! Blood sacrifice!"

####

As Dipper passed the water tower, he spied an incomprehensible purple squiggle spray painted to the bottom of the walkway. How did that get there? Had Bill and Mabel been here? Maybe Mabel had done it with one of her spray cans to send a signal? Or maybe Bill had used his magic to float up and spray some magical alien rune from below.

He climbed up to look.

Nothing. No signs they'd been here, either. Dipper pulled out a town map he'd marked up with the locations Bill was most likely to hit, and peered toward them one by one from his vantage point; but he didn't see Bill or Mabel, nor any evidence of Bill's influence terrorizing the town. He was out of leads.

He climbed back down. He'd bike back to the shack, call Soos, maybe call the police, look for clues around the shack, chug some Mabel Juice for energy—desperate times—and join the hunt again...

As the Mystery Shack emerged from behind the trees, he saw, from another direction, Mabel biking up. His heart leaped into his throat.

Mabel waved. "Hey, Dipper!" She kicked down her kickstand and dismounted. "Did you find the wigglers?"

"Mabel!" Dipper almost tripped in his haste to get off his bike and pull her into a tight hug.

"Dipper? What is it?" Mabel awkwardly hugged him back. She whispered, "Why do you smell so bad."

"Are you okay?!" He held her out at arm's length, looking her up and down. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Wh—? No, I'm great! I might've kinda exploded a couple of tiny spray paint cans in my pocket, though." She pulled up her sweater, showing the purple and orange stains on one side of her skirt. "Buuut—" She held out four slips of colorful card stock. "Guess who won awesome concert tickets!"

"What about Bill," Dipper demanded, "did Bill kidnap you?"

"What? No." Mabel shook her head, bewildered. "I locked him in the shack while I went out for more spray paint."

"Well, he's not there now! I searched everywhere!" Dipper gasped, "Then—he must have escaped while you were out."

"What?! But—how—"

"I don't know, but I searched the whole shack a couple of hours ago—"

"A couple of hours?!"

"—and there's no sign of him—"

"Then he could be anywhere by now!" Mabel squeezed her hands together, crushing her tickets. "Oh, this is bad. It's all my fault if he causes trouble! We've gotta find him before Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford get home!"

"But where?" Dipper asked. "I've already looked everywhere he might go! The basement, the fault, his corpse, town hall, that street with all the katanas in the gutter for some reason..."

"You're thinking like Bill the evil overlord, I can think like Bill the party animal! We've talked about all kinds of fun places he'd go if he was free!" She got back on her bike. "Come on, I'll tell you on the way to town, we can split up to search!"

Dipper got on his bike to follow, but said, "Come on, do you really think he'd waste time doing something fun now that he's free to be evil again?"

"Fun and evil are the same thing to him! Dipper, I can guarantee you, if Bill summons his terrible friends back to town, the first place he's taking them is the Putt Hutt," she said. "Because he wants to force the townspeople to run through giant minigolf obstacles, and also teach the Lilliputtians to do war crimes."

"Okay, I believe you," Dipper said. "Lead the way."

####

As Mabel and Dipper biked away from the shack, Bill cried, "Wait wait, no! Come back!" He pounded both fists on the bathroom window and let out a prolonged, anguished, "NOOO!"

They didn't hear him.

Waddles did, though. He pulled his face out of the dirt and looked up at Bill, muddy snout twitching.

"Waddles," Bill gasped, relieved. "Good pig. Smart pig. You know, I'm—I'm really very impressed by your scientific work. Especially that jet pack, wow. Seriously. Just between you and me, I don't think Fordsy's quite the biggest genius in the house, you know what I mean?"

Waddles blinked.

"Listen. I need a little favor. Go get help." He pointed toward town. "Go get Mabel and tell her I'm— Or, or just free me yourself! Can you do that? Come on up here?" Could pigs open doors? Bill couldn't think of any reason why not. It wasn't like Waddles was cursed.

Waddles tilted his head slightly, contemplatively. He didn't look persuaded.

"It'll just take you a second," Bill pled. "And then I'll owe you one! Big time! Listen, if you help me, you'll go down in history! You think that stupid hog with the fancy spiderwebs was special? He's nothing! I'll rearrange the constellations to form your face! It'll say 'Greatest Pig In The Universe!' How's that?!"

Waddles stared at Bill.

"Have we got a deal?"

Waddles snorted, his nose twitching upward.

"More?! What more could you want! An infinite feeding trough! A hundred sows! A Nobel prize! The most luxurious mud puddle in the world, what?! Just—tell me what you want!"

Waddles lay down and shut his eyes.

"You're a lazy bum, Waddles!" Bill smacked his hand on the window. "You hear me?! You could've had a brilliant academic future in any field from bioengineering to quantum technology, and you squandered it all to mooch off a twelve-year-old! All potential but no work ethic! You're pathetic! You're nothing!"

Completely unashamed and satisfied with his life choices, Waddles fell asleep.

Bill groaned in frustration. "I'll never get out of here!" He kicked over a box, kicked a shampoo bottle, kicked one of the many ancient cursed sigils he'd inscribed on the walls in his own blood, and kicked a towel. "They've abandoned me in this shack. They're never coming back. They're gonna burn it down with me inside. Those brats just came by to taunt me! Mabel's probably been in on it all along! They all have. After all I've done for them! Those ungrateful—"

Bill stomped across the bathroom and hammered on the door. "Was this your idea, Stanford Pines?! I know it was you! You've had it out for me ever since we finished the portal and you decided you didn't need me anymore! It was your big plan to trap me in here! You're just waiting to see if the hunger or the boredom gets to me faster, aren't you?! Gonna record that in your journal, huh? A cute little experiment to see whether my body or my mind gives out first?" He gave the door another violent pound. "You're an evil, sadistic freak, Stanford! And not even the fun kind! I know you're laughing at me right now! I know that's what you're doing!"

####

Ford kept his gaze fixed firmly on the Dontium generator as he blindly groped across the card table for the deck. "Where's—?"

"Here, I've gotcha." Fiddleford pushed a playing card into his hand.

"Thanks." Ford groped around the table until he found the three cards that had already been placed down, flipped the new one over, and carefully set it next to the others. "What's this one?"

"Four of clubs."

"Remind me why I'm responsible for dealing the community cards when I can't look at them and you can?"

"Because it's real distractin'," Fiddleford said, "Which is just what you need to keep you from thinkin' about the... oh."

Oh. The Dontium.

Sitting at the generator's controls, Soos said, "Aw, dudes. Needle's back down at zero."

Ford shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly let it out.

Sitting on a folding chair faced away from the Dontium generator, Stan groaned. "Seriously?! Again?"

Fiddleford said, "Sorry, sorry."

"Start from the top," Ford said tiredly. "Stan, you just focus on your part and I'll focus on mine. Or... not focus on mine, as the case may be."

Stan groaned again, but said, "Fine!" and crossed his arms irritably.

"Right," Ford said. "Where were we? Remind me what the current community cards are?"

"King of hearts, seven of hearts, two of diamonds, and four of clubs."

"Hmm." It wasn't an inspiring bunch of community cards. No chance for a straight, no chance for a flush, slim odds for four of a kind. He tried to mentally calculate the probability of a win. "And..." Ford waved the two cards he was holding. "What's my hand?"

"I'd tell ya, but last I checked, peekin' at yer opponent's poker cards is still considered cheating."

"Right," Ford sighed. That was going to make calculations harder.

"I could look," Stan said. "I'm allowed to look anywhere except the one place I'm not, right? If I tell you your cards—"

"You can't," Fiddleford said irritably, "because then you'll think about poker when you're s'posed to be thinkin' about—er..."

Soos laughed awkwardly. "Aw, dudes. You'll never guess what."

"Darn it!" Stan got to his feet and pointed at Ford. "You started thinking about the thing again!"

"You stopped thinking about the thing again!"

"How am I supposed to think about the thing when there's a game of Texas hold 'em five feet away?!"

"I knew we should have switched to a game Stan doesn't like." Ford looked at Fiddleford—it didn't matter, they weren't making any progress. "What if we try...?"

Firmly, Fiddleford said, "Stanford, I'll do many things for science. But you ain't getting me to play that diabolical hocus-pocusy wizard game."

Ford groaned. "We're going to be here all night."

Soos slowly raised a hand. "I have an idea," he said. "What if you both put on headphones. And Stan's plays a recording that just says 'think about the NowUSeeItNowUDontium generator' over and over. And Ford's plays—uh—I don't know, an audiobook with cool science facts or something?"

They considered that. Ford slowly nodded. Stan shrugged. "Eh, can't hurt."

####

Were shirts edible?

Nothing in this accursed bathroom qualified as human food. But if Bill could eke out just a few calories, maybe he could survive until the humans came by to pry the gold fillings from his starved corpse and turn the tables on them. Shirts were plants. They might accidentally contain a mineral or two. Right? Maybe? Bill knew a great many things about Earth, but he had never once needed to learn whether cotton yielded any nutritional benefit to human beings.

It was probably better for him than trying to chew up the wooden counter. He peeled off his shirt, steeled himself for the least appetizing meal of his life, and began distastefully chewing on the hem.

Several minutes in, it suddenly occurred to him to check the shirt's tag for nutrition info. He peered in the collar.

65% polyester, 35% cotton.

Well. He wasn't wasting his time on a shirt that was two-thirds plastic. He'd burn more energy chewing than he'd gain.

He pulled his shirt back on and lay on the bathroom floor. He could already feel his famished body metabolizing his own muscles for fuel.

If he returned to his true form when he died, the first thing he was doing was heating every ounce of polyester on the planet to five hundred degrees and melting it onto the skin of the humans stupid enough to wear it.

####

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid..." Mabel was muttering to herself in sync with pedaling the bike. She'd spent most of the ride along the road back to the shack alternating between this chant and berating herself in more detail: "I'm so stupid, augh! Why is it always me? Why am I always the one who lets Bill get out? Because I'm an idiot!"

"Whoa, hey. Don't say that," Dipper said. Granted, he did think leaving Bill home with no guards was kinda stupid, but Mabel was already punishing herself far in excess of what Dipper thought she deserved. And he'd left Bill home with one guard, so was he much better? "It's not all your fault—"

"Yes it is! I'm the one who decided to trust him at home alone! I'm the only one who's been trusting him at all! I knew he'd try something like this eventually!" Mabel tilted her head back and let out a long noise of frustration at the sky.

Dipper opened his mouth to try to offer more reassurance; but then he paused. "Wait. If you knew he'd do this, then why did you trust him?"

"Because...!" Mabel fell silent for a moment. "Because, I know he's a bad person... but I really, really do think he can get better." She had that little waver in her voice that she got whenever she was trying not to cry. "I'm figuring out how he thinks, I'm teaching him manners, I'm getting him to lie less... But, he can't prove he's getting better if he isn't given room to do the wrong thing, so he can choose the right thing instead. If he can't choose, then he's not good, he's just controlled. So I've... gotta give him chances."

Dipper stared at her, momentarily lost for words. "And—you're willing to risk the safety of the whole town—?"

"I mean I didn't think he'd escape entirely!" Her front tire wobbled; she slammed on the breaks. Dipper skidded to a stop just a few feet ahead.

Voice thicker, Mabel said, "I just—with Grunkle Ford so close to figuring out how to kill him, I really... really wanted him to prove he can be better."

All this time, watching her playing and goofing around with Bill, Dipper had assumed she was just ignoring how dangerous he was. But if anything, she was thinking about it more than anybody else. All the rest of the family had to worry about was Bill finding some way to destroy the world; while Mabel was worrying about Bill destroying the world, and Bill not making enough progress on some nebulous road to being "better," and whether he could prove himself to everyone else before it was too late.

Dipper didn't think Bill could do anything to prove himself. He thought Bill deserved to die. But that just made Mabel's position even worse.

"Oh, Mabel," Dipper murmured. "I'm sorry. I... didn't realize how much pressure you're under." All this time, Dipper had been seeing this as a battle where Bill won if he escaped to restart Weirdmageddon and the Pines won if they killed Bill. But for Mabel, she'd lose either way.

No wonder she'd learned so much about him, so fast. No wonder she was spending so much time around him. She didn't have any time to waste. And to think Dipper had been jealous of her bizarre new expertise. He didn't want to be doing what she was doing.

"S'fine. It's stupid." Mabel rubbed her nose on her arm, eyes downcast. "I'm the dumb-dumb who tried to be friends with an evil space criminal."

"You're not a dumb-dumb," Dipper said. "You're like, one dumb maximum."

Mabel snorted and laughed weakly. "Seriously, Dipper."

"You just want to help. Maybe too much."

She shrugged. "I guess." She rubbed her face again, then got back on her bike. "C'mon, it's almost dark. We should go."

"Yeah." Every second they wasted was one more second Bill could spend putting some devastating plot together.

They were headed back to the shack, but only long enough to regroup. They had already split the cereal bars and jerky that Dipper kept in his backpack for excursions, but they needed to get some proper food before they continued the hunt. And—as much as they dreaded it—they'd conceded they couldn't fix this themselves, and they had to call the adults to tell them they'd let Bill escape.

As they biked, Dipper said, "Hey. What did you mean, you're 'getting him to lie less'? Bill tells like four lies a minute."

"Oh. Right," Mabel said. "I guess I don't exactly see it as lying anymore because I understand what he really means."

"What, is he talking in some kind of code?"

"Sorta? I'm not sure if this is only a Bill thing, or if it's how people talked back on his planet? But he just doesn't have conversations like a human. When he says something, he doesn't really care about if it's true. He's telling you what he thinks should be true. So it's not like he's actually trying to lie, he's just... trying to use words to make a better reality." Mabel shrugged. "You've just gotta negotiate with him on the details of the new reality so you both like it."

Dipper blinked in bewilderment. "Mabel, that's objectively insane."

"It works, though!" Her proud smile wilted. "I thought it did, anyway."

Once they found Bill and had finally figured out how to kill him, Dipper would kill him twice for breaking Mabel's heart.

####

"Where haven't we looked for him yet?" Mabel asked, packing fresh provisions in Dipper's backpack. Waddles, who had come in with them and could tell something was wrong, had sat down reassuringly in the exact center of the kitchen.

"I didn't explore much of the forest." There was a lot of forest. "He's probably out there with a pair of scissors cutting open the dimensional rifts we glued shut last summer."

"Or taking over the radio station to broadcast a mind-control signal."

"Or breaking into the buried UFO to summon an alien invasion."

"Do you think we need to check the UFO?" Mabel asked. "I've never gotten to see it."

"Probably. If I was an evil triangle trying to restart an apocalypse, that's where I'd go." Either that, or hitch the first ride out of town—but that wasn't an option for Bill. Their one blessing was that they knew Bill still had to be nearby. He couldn't be farther than the weirdness barrier. "We'll need the magnet gun." Dipper headed for the stairs.

"And my grappling hook!" Mabel called. "Can you grab it for me?"

"You got it!"

As Dipper jogged past the bathroom, something rattled the door so thunderously that Dipper jumped sideways like a startled deer. The door howled, "Let me out, you monster! I'll kill you! I'll atomize you! I'll turn your intestines into a Klein bottle! I'll anti your matter—!"

Dipper stared. He opened the door. The bathroom belched forth a cloud of artificial lavender fragrance.

Behind it stood Bill Cipher, both hands on the doorframe, arms shaking, chest heaving, face contorted in rage. The moment the door was open, the rage melted away into a look of profound relief and his knees buckled under him. 

Dipper said, "What."

"You saved me!" He placed one hand reverently on the floor boards outside the bathroom. "You're my hero. I knew you wouldn't abandon—" He blinked, squinting up at Dipper's face. "Oh. It's just you. Eh."

Dipper said, "What."

"I was trapped!" His hair was disheveled; his hands were covered in scrapes and cuts; and his shirt's hem was shredded and tattered. There was a wild look in his dark-ringed eyes. He looked like a man who'd been crawling through the desert for a week, who'd then crawled into an active minefield. "I couldn't get out! I tried everything!"

Dipper gazed past Bill. The bathroom walls were coated in mysterious sigils drawn in toothpaste, makeup, and blood. One mirror was shattered, and the other had a smeared drawing of Bill's zodiac. There was a pile of wet cotton balls and used bandaids on the floor.He'd started writing his will on the shower curtain. He'd written an invocation to something called ⅃TO⅃OXA on the ceiling.

"I thought I was gonna die in here." Bill crawled across the hall, leaned back against the opposite wall, and closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. "I had to eat shampoo to survive." He hiccuped up several soap bubbles.

Dipper stared at Bill, stared into the bathroom again, and stared at Bill. "How long have you been in here?"

Dragging his hands down his face, Bill declared, "All afternoon! And evening!"

"You resorted to drinking shampoo in one afternoon?"

"I was hungry! Do you know how much fuel human bodies need?! It's insane!"

And that was the moment Dipper realized that all along, Mabel had been half right: Bill probably wasn't becoming "better"; but even so, they no longer had anything to fear from Bill Cipher. He wasn't haunting their dreams, he wasn't opening rifts. This, this was all he could bring to the table. He was so harmless it was pathetic.

Dipper would never be afraid of him again.

"Welp," Dipper said. "Enjoy your freedom, man. Bye." He turned to leave.

A hand closed on the back of his neck. Bill snarled in his ear, "Ohhh, no. You're not going anywhere. We're going down to the kitchen, and you're opening the fridge for me."

Wow, right, Bill couldn't even open the fridge by himself. Wow. Wow. That was so sad.

They had to slow down at the stairs; Bill was stumbling down them with the weariness of a soldier who'd survived a week in the trenches. As they went, Bill said, "Hey. What's your first name?"

"Wha—?" Somewhat offended, he said, "It's Dipper."

"No. I know that, obviously. Why wouldn't I know that?" (He sounded defensive.) "I meant your—your baby name. Birth certificate."

"Why do you need to know?" Was this like a fae thing? Was telling Bill his real name dangerous?

"It's been driving me insane all day." With the eyes of a desperate man grasping at the last fraying threads of his sanity, Bill said, "Is it Mabon? I could swear it's Mabon. Tell me it's Mabon."

"What? No, that's stupid. Mabon isn't even a real name."

"Yes it is, it's Welsh."

"It's Mason."

"HA!" Bill screamed triumphantly in Dipper's face, "MASON!" He was way too loud and looked way too ecstatic.

Dipper opened his mouth, then decided he didn't want to know and shut it.

Mabel was in the living room on her phone. "Hey, Soos? Could you put Grunkle Ford on a second?" She paused, then took a shaky breath and said, "Grunkle Ford? Hey. I've... got some bad news... We, uh..."

"Psst," Dipper hissed from the doorway, "Mabel!" He pointed at Bill. Bill pointed at himself.

Mabel's eyes widened. "We... ate all the leftovers! Haha, yeah, sorry, thought you should know! Anyway, love you, bye!" She lowered the phone. Dipper faintly heard Ford say, "What leftovers?" before Mabel ended the call. "Bill! You came back!"

"He never left the shack," Dipper said.

"You didn't?!" Mabel bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. It nearly knocked him over. "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

"Yeah, of course not. You can count on me, kid." Bill glanced sideways at Dipper, brows raised questioningly. What?

Flatly, Dipper said, "He got locked in the bathroom."

"What?!" Mabel stepped back, looked Bill up and down, and said, "You look awful! What happened?"

"I was trapped," Bill said wretchedly. "I thought I was a goner." Dipper rolled his eyes.

"Oh my gosh, you poor thing!" Mabel hugged him again. "Tell me all about it."

"In the kitchen."

"Of course! You must be starving."

"I am," Bill said, hand on his heart, the most pitiful thing you ever did see. "That was the worst afternoon of my existence. You know—being stuck in a human body makes waiting for anything absolute torture. An energy being can wait indefinitely, but a flesh being can feel the passage of time via its own cycle of slowly decaying flesh. The flesh knows it's got less than a century til its expiration date. Compared to the length of my entire life, one afternoon to a human is proportionate to, like..." There was a pause as Bill did some mental math, "over nine million years of my life? So I was basically in there for nine million years!"

"That's awful! I'm so sorry, if I'd had any idea..."

Bill was enjoying this performance, Dipper was sure of it. If he were any hammier he'd be a pork chop.

Still—and Dipper never thought he'd be grateful for this—at least Bill was here.

He followed Mabel and Bill into the kitchen to get some proper dinner.

####

Dipper pulled a tray of dinosaur chicken nuggets out of the oven. "Okay, dinner's ready. You guys want any condiments? Ketchup? Barbecue sauce?" He looked at Bill. "Shampoo?" Mabel snorted.

The absolute picture of dignity, Bill said, "Shampoo's really more of a dressing than a condiment." Once he'd raided the cabinet for snacks, Bill had gotten bored with the woe-is-me act and was now acting like he was above any petty jabs about his bathroom adventure. "I'll take maple syrup."

Mabel looked at Bill like he'd just invented a brand new number. "I'll take maple syrup, too."

Dipper split the nuggets on three plates—they weren't quite divisible by three, so he gave Bill the plate with one fewer.

"By the way," Bill said conversationally. "How was dumpster diving?"

"Shut up." Dipper took one more nugget from Bill's plate.

Once they were all seated around the table, Bill said, "So! Let's talk alibis."

Dipper frowned. Mabel said, "Alibis for what?"

"I might have been safe at home all day, but you two didn't know that, because you both decided to leave the big scary triangle here alone. I mean, anything could have happened. What if I'd burned the house down?" Bill feigned a grimace. "I don't think you want the grunkles to know you left, do you?"

Mabel winced. Dipper said, "So, what—are you blackmailing us?"

"Nooo. I'm saying we need to get our stories straight in case they ask. After all, I'd hate for you kids to get in trouble."

"I think you're just embarrassed they might find out what you were doing all day."

Loftily, Bill said, "I don't see why I should be embarrassed by your negligence."

After half an hour of rigorous debate, they agreed that, if anybody asked, they'd never left the house and had spent all afternoon battling a ghost werewolf. It was the one thing they could think of that made them all feel sufficiently cool, but was mundane enough it wouldn't call for any follow-up questions.

They collectively decided they didn't know anything about the state of the bathroom.

####

(I hope y'all found that half as hilarious to read as I found it to write. If you enjoyed I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts! Next week: the complete emotional opposite of this week.)

[vermilionsun]

Your Touchstarved headcanons are wonderful! You are almost single handedly keeping me sane while I wait for the full game. Truly, you are a blessing to this fandom.

I was wondering if you had any thoughts about what any of the LIs would think of an MC who is a Writer/Artist. Maybe they had to give it up for a while when they left to go to Erridia?

Or...

Since MC is broke, what do the LIs think of them showing affection through gifts, even if they haven't got money? I can imagine they make simple, inexpensive things like paper flowers for Leander or friendship bracelets for Ais.

Anyway I hope you have a great day, keep up the good work and thanks for posting so much good stuff.💐🌼

I’m actually crying you’re so sweet THANK YOU SO MUCH?!! AVCKHVCEBFC 😭😭

I took it a step further, I hope you don't mind.

This is 1/2 :)

Disclaimer! They/Them for MC because we love inclusivity!

Kuras

Writer

He’d probably figure it out rather quickly. The way they would meticulously jot down notes, the endless stream of ideas, and their thoughtful insights into various u̶n̶c̶o̶n̶v̶e̶n̶t̶i̶o̶n̶a̶l̶ topics. Or perhaps he had caught glimpses of their constantly ink-stained fingers. Either way, it became another entry in Kuras' catalogue of fascinating things about them. Undeniably intrigued, he couldn't help but wonder if their writing reflected their innermost thoughts and desires—if each word they wrote held a piece of their soul, waiting to be discovered by someone willing to delve into the depths of their imagination—or perhaps if it was simply a creative outlet for emotions they couldn't express otherwise.

Kuras found himself wanting to uncover the layers of complexity that made up the enigmatic individual behind the pages of their notebooks. And he was more than willing to take on that challenge.

Taking into consideration the fact that perhaps the MC wouldn't be able to afford fancy writing tools or notebooks, often writing down messy notes in napkins with worn-out pens and crayons left behind by patrons at the Wick, Kuras would gift them a brand new notebook and a set of pens, hoping that the small gesture would encourage the MC to continue expressing themselves through writing and perhaps even open up to him about the deeper secrets of themselves they had yet to reveal.

Vere

Artist

As a fellow artist himself, Vere knew to recognize talent when he saw it, no matter how subtle or unassuming it may appear at first glance. After all, true artistry is not just about skill but also passion and dedication. He didn't miss the way the MC's eyes lingered a moment longer on the brush strokes of a distant painting in a random Eridian shop with such reverence, as if trying to capture the essence of the art itself, before moving on, or the way their eyes focused on the lightning dancing across the sky and their fingers twitched with an unspoken desire to create. 

Vere could sense the raw artistry bubbling just beneath the surface; he saw in them the same hunger for self-expression and longing for freedom that had driven him to pursue his own artistic endeavours. 

So he carefully crafted a plan. He discreetly left behind pens and paper in the MC's vicinity. He didn't directly hand it to them, opting to let them stumble upon the supplies, hoping that the MC would take notice and feel compelled to pick up the tools on their own accord. Don't ask him why he did so; he doesn't know the answer himself. Perhaps because of an inexplicable curiosity and a desire to see if he could spark something within the MC, to see if he could ignite that same creative flame that burned within him. Or maybe it was simply a gut feeling. Regardless, he watched from a distance as the MC began to tentatively pick up the pens and paper, their eyes alight with newfound inspiration. It brought a g̶e̶n̶u̶i̶n̶e̶ satisfied smile to his face, his tail wagging back and forth in contentment.

Leander

Dance

Leander figured the MC used to be a dancer. It was obvious if one paid close attention; their perfect posture, precision, strength, and flexibility in their body were a dead giveaway. He'd notice the gracefulness in their movements, every step deliberate and full of confidence, and the fluid transitions between postures.

Leander found himself bewitched. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the MC as they'd effortlessly glided around the Wick, their feet barely making a sound against the hardwood floor. It was effortless, seamless, and utterly captivating. He will admit he couldn't help the small smile once he'd noticed the subtle way they would often tap their feet to the rhythm of a song roaring throughout the tavern.

It was a talent that couldn't be hidden, no matter how hard they tried.

His plan was simple: He needed some sort of opening, somewhere to insert himself into the situation without coming across as intrusive (o̶r̶ a̶g̶g̶r̶e̶s̶s̶i̶v̶e̶… o̶r̶ d̶e̶m̶a̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶… o̶r̶—). He would simply attempt to start a conversation with them and praise their dance skills, hoping to learn more about that talent of theirs—maybe even ask them for a dance later in the evening—while also finding a way to subtly steer the conversation towards more personal matters.

N̶o̶, i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶n̶'t̶ n̶e̶r̶v̶e̶s̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ f̶l̶u̶t̶t̶e̶r̶e̶d̶ i̶n̶ h̶i̶s̶ s̶t̶o̶m̶a̶c̶h̶. I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ e̶x̶c̶i̶t̶e̶m̶e̶n̶t̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ u̶n̶k̶n̶o̶w̶n̶ o̶u̶t̶c̶o̶m̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ a̶w̶a̶i̶t̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶n̶d̶ b̶l̶a̶h̶ b̶l̶a̶h̶ b̶l̶a̶h̶—

Mhin

Sculpture

They noticed something was up because the MC. wouldn’t. stop. staring. at their face. The way their eyes lingered on Mhin's features made them feel self-conscious, as if every flaw and imperfection were being scrutinised under a microscope.

Mhin couldn't decipher the intent behind the intense gaze, but it left them feeling both uncomfortable and strangely flattered. They couldn't help but wonder what it was about their appearance that captivated the MC so intensely. It was as if they'd seen something in them that no one else did—something worth examining closely.

They tried to maintain a neutral expression but ended up shifting uncomfortably in their seat, trying to break the look that seemed to be piercing through their very soul. 

It wasn't until the MC finally spoke up, complimenting Mhin's bone structure and suggesting they would make a great model for a sculpting project, that Mhin made the connection.

The revelation made Mhin feel incredibly flattered and intrigued, as they had never considered themselves to be particularly striking or noteworthy. The idea of being immortalised in stone by someone talented was… intimidating. And somehow humbling.

Ais

Architecture

He is observant, and can easily notice a person who seems particularly interested in a specific thing. He observed them, their body language, facial expressions and the way they looked at things around them, their eyes tracing the fine details from afar—it was almost like they were analysing them.

What made his suspicions clear was...the Seaspring. F̶i̶n̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶a̶m̶n̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶a̶s̶ u̶s̶e̶f̶u̶l̶ a̶t̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ b̶e̶y̶o̶n̶d̶ b̶r̶i̶n̶g̶i̶n̶g̶ d̶e̶s̶p̶a̶i̶r̶

It was the way they looked at the building in particular; their eyes darted around, as if examining every inch, every line and curve of the temple. He’d smirk to himself, eyes following their every move, as if he could read their thoughts.

He’d bring them anything; from papers, inks and rulers to wood and other building materials. He’d let them demolish, remodel, completely renovate the fucking thing—he couldn’t care less, as long as he had somewhere to rest at night. Besides, their smile was worth more to him than any amount of power he could be offered.

I could make another one with Singing/Music, Theatre and Design or Ceramics perhaps….

[theswanqu33nsblog]

Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer!

Warnings: mention of p and v, kind of agressive, sex in public, very vulgar language.

Whatever and it didn't matter, you were in the back seat of the car of a police officer, or rather good-for-nothing Colin Zabel, a detective who hasn't had a case since...he was almost murdered in Easttown. And you knew that whenever he arrested you you would get out the next day, or that maybe it would be your last day enjoying your freedom.

It was late Friday night, Colin had arrested you because you accidentally (not actually) stole a perfume from a hidden store in the city, you thought there were no cameras but oh surprise! Detective Zabel always had the area monitored. So you were in the back seat, and a safety gate so you wouldn't try to attack Colin while he was driving, singing some stupid song from the 80s.

"ya' know, you should have known that I'm everywhere y/n" Colin said as the radio continued playing the music in the background, while one of his free hands was tapping his knee to the rhythm of the song. "I mean, I think I've counted the number of times I've arrested you this last month."

Colin laughed, thinking it was a great joke, perhaps to impress you or perhaps to make you understand that behind that tough detective facade (which he was not) existed a good and funny man... although it always went wrong.

"i could care less" You said rolling your eyes and looking in the rearview mirror where he saw you, he chuckled and raised his eyebrows.

"yeah, i already know that..." Colin said, taking even a slower route to the station, somehow he enjoyed talking to your snarky and sass attitude. "Hey you know, the other day..." he started to speak but you interrupted him again.

"i said, i literally don't care" You repeated, looking at him again, he raised his hands in surrender while his feet controlled the pedals of the car, and in his failed attempt at being a good person he almost ran over a cat, causing him to put his hands on the wheel and swerve the poor little animal.

"You should relax your temper a little, you know? I'm just trying to do my job," He said as he got back to driving well and then clenched his jaw a little. After a while, he felt a slight discomfort in his pelvis informing him that he couldn't hold back the urge to pee. So, parking the car on the side of the road and turning off the engine, he looked at you and then said "I'll get off for a few seconds...I have to make a call, don't get out of the car or you know what's happening to you."

He looked at you for a few seconds and when he saw that you nodded, confused that you had paid attention, he got out of the car, closing the door behind him, he left but then he came back looking at you through the window, which made you raise your eyebrow. "I'm sorry, making sure you listen to me."

He smiled and then went behind a tree, while you tried to see what he was doing there, because clearly, not a call, because the idiot left his phone in the car. Colin unbuckled his seatbelt a little quickly, not being able to resist the urge to pee, this would have been easier if he were going to a gas station but he couldn't risk you running away and getting a quick taxi, at least here in the middle of the nowhere. Everything would be difficult for you to escape. Then he unbuttoned his pants, lowering the zipper, and then lightly pulled down his boxers, taking out his member and taking it with both hands, looking for some direction to point to to pee, well, if he peed in the tree he would be like a dog and he doesn't want to mark territory...that would be strange. Meanwhile, you, amid all the movement he made in that tree, were able to see what he was doing, just his ass on full display and that was enough for you to smile and try to contain your laughter.

Finally determined, Colin began to pee in the grass, moving his hips and drawing a smile in the dirt with his urine, then he frowned when he realized what he was doing and looked away concentrating on peeing. You kept watching what he did, a slight movement and that was enough to steal a glimpse of his dick, to be honest you always wondered what he was hiding under those black pants every time he arrested you, So when he moved, you could see enough, a good sized dick and veins decorated it, Colin's hand squeezing it as he shook it after he finished peeing, how could such a stupid action turn you on in seconds? Maybe it was because you were ovulating and starved for sex and it didn't even matter if it was casual. Colin fastened his pants and belt, wiping his hands on his pants and running back to the car, sitting in the passenger seat and closing the door behind him, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"Damn it's...hot out there" he said letting out a sigh, the smell of his perfume again invading the police car.

"You were peeing right?" you asked even though it was already obvious, he was going to ask you how you knew but you interrupted him "you left your phone here."

"yea' right"

He let out a light laugh and then both stayed silent, he looked at you in the rearview mirror, although in fact he was looking at your breasts in that long-sleeved shirt you were wearing, weren't you wearing a bra? Damn, your nipples were noticeable, something that made his pants start to tighten. He cleared his throat, putting his fist to his mouth and then said. "I uh.."

"You have a big cock" you said, being completely honest, you loved intimidating people although you didn't know exactly when, he looked at you with a wtf face trying to process that.

"alright, thanks....???" He said, with a light blush on his cheeks, then he ran his veined hand over his forehead and hair, pulling it a little with his fingers and then he said. "Hey, I've never understood why girls don't wear bras under their shirts, is it fashion or...?"

When you heard that, you didn't hesitate to laugh, sure sure, he had seen your tits.

"it's comfy" you smirked, and then it occurred to you to shake your breasts, making his eyes open completely, and then he would turn around to see you in full display. He lightly licked his lips watching your breasts bounce when you finished doing that, then looked into your eyes swallowing quickly.

"why did you..." He trailed off

"because it's sexy, isn't it?" you said, speaking softly, and leaning into the protection that separated both from back seats to front seats, your face close to his between the holes.

He just didn't think, he just nodded, it had been a long time since a girl had acted that way around him, in fact, since his fiancée abandoned him at the last minute. "How can you know if I like that? or if someone is okay with doing that in front of an officer" he asked you, looking at you between the holes, speaking softly and with a thick voice.

"All men love that" You whispered with a slight smile, looking at his lap he noticed a tent forming in his pants, great. The only thing missing was being turned on by a girl that he had to take to lock up that night.

He just, got out of the driver's seat, took out his keys opening the door where you were, almost pushing you aside roughly so he could get in back there, then he closed the door and put the keys in his vest. He looked at you, and sighed saying. "It's sexier to do it when you're handcuffed."

You could only smile at that, feeling your belly tingle and your panties slowly getting wet at that, looking at him closer, you could notice his prominent jaw, those fucking brown eyes looking at you as if he wanted to take you as fast as possible. He quickly laid you down on the back seat, getting on top of you, and kissing you slowly on the neck, shit it felt so perfectly good that if you had your hands free you would undress yourself in front of him. His hands slowly caressing your hips, and slowly entering your shirt while you couldn't do anything but close your eyes and gasp wishing you could touch him again.

"shhh" you felt the soft tickle of his breath in your ear, making you bite your lip in anticipation, as then his perfect nose slid over your cheek to your lips, and then slowly kissing your bottom lip, his hands moving up inside your shirt. until he touched the curves of your breasts without a bra, squeezing them from below while he kissed you. Two fingers of his right hand, touching your nipples and squeezing and twisting them hard, pulling on them as you let out a small moan that made him smirk. "Are you wet already?" He looked into your eyes, while he squeezed your breasts, biting his lip, and with his knees, pushing your legs to the sides of him so that you were spread open, just as you could have wished before. Who wouldn't...

"Do you have condoms?" You asked, even though you knew the guy probably got no sex, you didn't want to risk any sexually transmitted diseases, he frowned, removing his hands from your breasts and said.

"Do I look like I'm carrying a whole package of condoms?" He asked and then let out a laugh. He looked at the car windows hoping that no one would pass by or a person would come out of nowhere. And it was almost time to open the gift, his fingers undoing his belt while you noticed the sexy veins in his hands and forearms, damn man how sexy he was. After that, he took your handcuffed wrists, and put them above your head so that you were not in the way, finally, lowering his pants a little followed by his boxers, which you could see were black Calvin Klein ones.

It was no surprise, this man gave off the aroma of Calvin Klein, he was just so perfect. His veined hand pulling out his good sized cock, with two veins adorning the length, he gave it a pair of pumps while with the other hand, he lifted your skirt a little, and pushed your lace panties aside. His thumb rubbing circles on your clit making you gasp with desire, he then said. "Shit...you're so wet" The sound of his voice was so sexy that you probably felt yourself slipping into the seat of his car, he continued to rub your clit making you wetter while with his other hand he continued jerking off his cock to make it harder, which was throbbing of need to be inside you, on the other hand, he remained strong enough not to sink into you so quickly.

His finger slid over your pussy slit, expanding your juices as your legs trembled looking at him, slowly grinding your hips, he brought his hand to his mouth, licking the tips of his three middle fingers, and spitting a little, then brought them back to your pussy and rub more.

"Holy fuck! You are torturing me Zabel, just fuck me" You let out a moan, he just let out a playful giggle, and leaned towards you, biting your earlobe, and finally, you felt the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your slit, and his hand that was now free, He took your leg, lifting it on his hip and pressing his fingers into it, slowly pushing his tip into you making you moan, and pulling it out again, finally, he pushed himself inside you all the way, touching the depths of you. He grunted leaned his forehead on your neck and whispered.

"fuckkk, you're so damn tight," he whispered, then his other hand took your other leg, placing it on his hip as well and squeezing your thighs with his fingers, slowly, moving his hips back and forth, while you moaned close to his ear.

"yes...ghhh...Zabel" You moaned slowly as your arms tried to go towards his neck to hug him, but releasing your thigh he aggressively pushed your cuffed arms back against the car door, and put his hand on your thigh again, fucking you a little faster than how it started.

"Don't touch me" he said, as he gasped, you felt his cock was completely hard inside you, his balls slapping against your ass as he ground himself a little and started to fuck you faster, you could hear the sounds of skin slapping or clapping. in the silence of the car, while your moans increased and his gasps the same.

"yes...yes...just like that, please zabel..."

Your moans ran through his ears, while he bit his lip and his cockhead brushed hard against your hilt, resting his forehead more on the small hollow of your neck, you moaned more and more. His hand, slowly spanking you, sliding up and down your thigh, as you tried to push yourself further into him.

"fuck i think im gonna...fucking cum" He whispered shakily, while his hips hit your pelvis hard making you moan even more than before, feeling a strange sensation of wanting to come without anticipation, you wanted to touch him but surely he would refuse so you preferred to hold on to the roof of the car, squeezing your legs. on the sides of him. His cock slid back and forth inside you, making you gasp and drip on the seat, the mixture of juices began to form when his cock was filled with your white liquid and with one last thrust, perhaps very strong, he came inside you. of you, pressing his pelvis hard against yours to make sure your pussy swallows every residue of his semen, your womb totally infested with him, damn, you even wanted to get pregnant by him so you could tie him to you and have him fuck you like this fucking time.

Gasping, he raised his head looking into your eyes, sliding out of you and shaking his cock to release the last liquid into your vagina, then he pulled up his boxers and buttoned his pants. "Now, let's go, you must be locked up tonight"

As if the little moment of sex you had was going to change the fact that you had to go to fucking jail that fucking night. "What if I give you a blowjob?"

He smiled as he adjusted your panties and skirt and lowering your cuffed wrists he said "Then make sure you keep that mouth shut for when you leave tomorrow, I need a good good morning blowjob."

He got out of the back seat, closing the door and returned to the driver's seat, while you took care of sitting down properly, although as if once again your pussy felt the need for him, with your forehead sweating and panting you said. "Oh shit, you're a son of a bitch," you muttered.

He looked at you in the rearview mirror as he took the car out from where he parked it and told you, "but you moaned so well for me, didn't ya, doll?"

[badsweetangel]

Property (Android 17 x reader)

Focused on Android 17 from the future

Warnings: Toxic relationships, mentions of murder.

Bullets came and came. Bullets that did nothing to him, nothing at all. In a previous time you had prayed that those bullets would do him some damage, damage that meant your freedom. The freedom of being away from him, of being able to live your own life, of getting away from that heartless being with truly sadistic impulses.

Today, it was no longer the same, the bullets arrived and, without surprise, you saw how they did nothing to him. Compared to before, now you were completely amazed by his strength and power, you were as if hypnotized, as if he had somehow put a kind of spell on you, a spell that you could not and did not want to give up. You knew he only had the decision in his hands, the decision to let you go or to put his hands around your neck and squeeze too hard for too long. You knew that the decision was in his hands every day and perhaps you felt important to understand that he left a simple human alive, with no capacity other than to keep him company. The way he fought was completely appealing to you.

He was an android and perhaps the way he caused destruction had begun to fascinate you every time, making that tickling sensation grow, one that you never thought you would feel with him. The destruction, sadism and constant mockery. That was something that could describe Android 17 perfectly both when he killed and when he was with you. That's how it always was and for no reason was it going to change. You knew the only one he cared about was 18 and you probably weren't even on the list of people he cared about too much to lose his mind about. However, he didn't let anyone do anything to you that he didn't like and that in itself was a clear representation of ownership.

Once he was bored with the destruction for today, he returned to you. It was impressive how he wasn't even tired, maybe you liked that about him, the abilities that made him different from anyone despite looking normal.

18 simply walked forward without lingering too much with your presence and 17 simply smiled at you, not with a tender and romantic smile, but with one that made his intentions clear.

He had walked and you followed him, despite not telling you to do so. Well you knew that was what he wanted. Not doing so would be a mistake. You couldn't deny that you would always be afraid of him, that fear that a weak human could have when faced with an android with dark desires and seemingly indestructible.

In the destroyed place, with things thrown everywhere and situations that you were not so prepared to see. He simply turns around and strokes your chin with his index finger, teasing you. A chill was felt on your back ending in a totally addictive feeling of excitement. Your body instantly surrendered to him. He seemed thoughtful, as if he was deciding whether he should eliminate you from existence or keep you a little longer. When he saw your body tremble slightly at the small touch of his. He smiled. It was clearly like property. A property that he could get rid of when he no longer needed it.

However, he decided. Again, completely irrational to his cold and violent nature. He decided to put a hand around your neck, you closed your eyes, knowing that if he wanted to do you real harm, he wouldn't even wait that long. He decided that he could long for destruction with you at his side once more.

[yournecessaryevil]

🍸 Tipsy Tumbles 🍸

🖤CHRIS MOTIONLESS X READER ONESHOT🖤

You can usually handle your alcohol pretty well. But when you and your friends go for a fun night out while on tour, it turns out you might not be able to handle your alcohol as well as you usually do...

• fluff; language; adult themes (alcohol use)

☠️ TAGLIST: @krystal-miw-lover

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He was going to be so mad when he found out.

No, actually, livid was probably the better word for it.

Or at least that's what you thought.

You had met Chris about a year and a half ago, back when they were doing their tour for the album release of Disguise. You had been good friends with one of their makeup artists, Kenzie, the other girl helping you along the road to becoming a rather successful makeup artist, yourself.

And when the guys had been making their rounds on the first leg of their tour, they had all been more than willing to have you join them for the rest of said tour. They were all very welcoming towards you, easily making you feel right at home.

You and the boys got along quite well, a certain camaraderie settling into place amongst all of you. But you had always found Chris to be the most intimidating out of all the guys, and upon telling him so, he had laughed and reassured you that he was not, in fact, as scary as he seemed.

The two of you had become fast friends afterwards, growing rather close with one another over the next couple of months, until the day had come when Chris had taken you completely by surprise, asking you out.

Naturally, you'd said yes, and things afterwards had only grown more intense between the two of you. An entire year had gone by and now the guys were doing another tour, this one being for their newest album release. So when Chris had asked you to join him and his band for their Trinity of Terror tour, you'd quickly agreed.

The tour life was great, you had to admit. But if you were being perfectly honest, there were some days where a break would have been much needed, much appreciated. Which is why you and several of the guys were now headed out for a night in the city, to eat, drink, and be merry... and subsequently drink some more.

You, a few of the guys from Motionless, and even Kenzie had all gone out tonight to try and get a bit of a release from the stress of tour life. You knew Chris didn't drink, so he had stayed behind with the others, asking you to go out and have some fun on his behalf.

And that's exactly what you did.

Kenzie and one of the guys had somehow convinced- or perhaps coerced was the better word- the rest of you all to do shots at some club they had found in downtown Seattle.

You had only done about three shots so far, but you were already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol burning through your throat and your veins, the fire spreading and creating a feeling of warmth and freedom within you.

Normally, you could handle your alcohol just fine, but you knew that it'd only be a matter of time before it would affect you more than even you could manage. Kenzie had announced rather proudly earlier that evening that she could out-drink everyone involved tonight, and you knew damn well it wasn't just talk.

She was already on her sixth shot of the night, but you knew what she was like. It wasn't even a buzz for her at this point. You, however? You reached over, tapping her on the shoulder and giving her a grin when she turned to face you.

"My head doesn't feel pretty yet!" you called over the loud bass music reverberating through the club's speakers. Kenzie shot you an answering smile, looking very much the cat that ate the canary. "You need more alcohol in you, that's why!" she laughed.

She was right; Chris had told you to have fun, right...? Technically, you wouldn't be breaking any rules if you did indeed have maybe one more shot... or two. Or three.

You nodded, happily accepting the shot Kenzie passed down to you, making eye contact with Vinny along the way. He shot you a grin, raising a brow at you. "Not buzzed enough yet?" he called out. You shook your head, grinning back at him before downing the shot.

As before, the alcohol burned a streak down the back of your throat, setting your soul alight and making your head feel a little lighter than before. Kenzie was right; more was better...

More was not better.

More had actually been an awful idea, in retrospect. But for now, it seemed like the greatest thing on the face of the earth.

Your head did indeed feel rather pretty, although if you were being honest, it was getting a little too warm here in the club. But that could just be the alcohol. You also really had to pee, which wasn't helping you out any.

Reaching over, you tapped Kenzie on the shoulder, getting her attention. "Hey, Kenz, be right back, got to pee!" you called out over the music. She arched a brow at you, looking you up and down. "You gonna be okay on your own?" she called back.

You waved her off with a smile, clumsily sliding down off your barstool. "M'good! Be right back!" you answered, stumbling past her and the guys. You could swear you heard one of them make a comment about you being a lightweight, but you weren't sure.

All you knew was your head felt rather nice but you had to pee. Unfortunately for you, there was a line outside the restroom, which meant you had to wait. Heaving a sigh, you leaned back against the wall, pulling your phone from your back pocket and powering it on.

You were scrolling through Instagram when you stumbled across a picture some fan account had posted of Chris, and that's when an idea popped into your head. Grinning and trying not to laugh, you opened your text messages, typing out a quick text to Chris. His reply came back in an instant, so you sent him another.

Like before, he instantly texted you back, and you grinned when you saw his reply.

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped when you read his text. You'd definitely been drinking tonight, and it felt fine. He didn't need to know how much you'd had though, right...? You typed out a cheeky reply to his text, hitting send and waiting for him to respond.

Not even a minute later, your phone pinged in your hand, and when you read his text, your heart skipped a beat, tripping over itself within your ribcage.

Aw, fuck.

Okay, so in hindsight, drunk texting him may not have been the greatest idea after all. Shit, what were you supposed to do now?? If you called him like he wanted, you had no idea what would be waiting for you on the other end. Still... he had always been rather understanding and caring towards you... hadn't he?

Your heart racing and your nerves rattled, you hit the call button, bringing your phone up to your ear, trying to listen over the sound of the music from the club. Finally, after two rings, you heard Chris pick up on the other end, and your heart nearly stopped as you greeted him.

"H-hello?"

"Aren't you worried about her though? Being out with them? Here in Seattle?"

Shevy arched a brow at Chris, a bemused little smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

He could feel the others watching him, waiting to see what he'd say. Instead, he just shrugged, returning her smile.

"Not really, no. They're responsible, they'll keep an eye on her for me. I mean, I did tell her to go out and have some fun for me, so... you know. Not too worried. Besides, Y/N can handle herself just fine," he answered.

Right at that exact moment, his phone chimed from over on the side table, and he reached for it with a grin, briefly raising both brows at Shevy. "Bet you that's her," he said, glancing down at the screen. Indeed, it was her.

She seemed like she was having fun, definitely in a great mood, that was a good sign...

And then he reread the texts she'd sent him.

"Aw, fuck..." he swore under his breath, quickly typing out a reply asking her how much she'd had to drink, and promptly hitting send.

Y/N's text came back not even a second later, and the smile dropped from Chris's face when he read it.

Oh, hell no.

She was not, in fact, good.

"Fuck," Chris swore again, trying his best to ignore the stares he could feel coming from everyone else.

"What's up? Is it Y/N?" he heard someone ask. He held up a finger before typing out a reply, hitting send.

"Yeah, give me a second. She's... fuck. I gotta take this," he answered, right as his phone rang. He answered on the second ring, Y/N's voice just barely audible over the loud music he could hear in the background.

"H-hello?"

"How much?" he asked.

There was a brief moment of silence, and for a second, he thought she'd disappeared on him. And then he heard her voice on the other end.

"I don't wanna tell you..." her words came out sounding a little slurred, a clear sign she'd had far too much to drink tonight.

"Y/N. How much?" he repeated, his tone a little more firm.

Another brief moment of silence passed by, before she answered him again, mumbling something that sounded vaguely like "Too much."

Goddammit. They were all supposed to keep an eye on her, make sure she didn't have too much to drink tonight! Then again, he hadn't exactly told them that, not before they'd left.

This was just... absolutely fucking perfect.

Chris took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. Only then did he hear Y/N's voice on the other end again.

"...mad at me?" was all he heard.

His heart sunk a little at her words, hearing her ask him if he was mad at her. It took him at least a full minute before he could answer her, and when he did, there was silence on the other end.

"No. I'm not mad. Well, not at you."

Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes, before he could hear the music in the background grow quieter, and Y/N's voice a little louder.

"But still mad..." he heard her say, the syllables all running into each other.

He was indeed still mad, but not at her. No, he was more mad at himself, really, for not making the decision to go with her and keep an eye on her himself that night. But it was out of his hands now, the damage was already done.

"Where are you, where did Kenz and the guys take you?" he asked, after a minute's pause.

There was more silence on the other end, and if he listened hard enough, he was pretty sure he could hear Y/N using the restroom. Finally, she answered him, only two words being spoken over the line.

"Club Trinity."

Fuck, that was very downtown Seattle.

Still, he knew what needed to be done.

"Alright, I know where that is. Have the guys wait with you out front and stay there. Do not leave, understood? I'm coming to get you," Chris spoke rather firmly before hanging up, not even waiting to hear Y/N's reply.

There was silence all around, until someone quietly spoke up.

"Was that Y/N? Is she okay?"

Chris stood up with a sigh, running one hand through his hair, all traces of his earlier good mood now gone.

"Yeah. That was Y/N. And now I need to go and bring her home," he muttered.

Someone laughed, causing a spark of irritation to build up within him.

"Eyy, no fucking way, did she get shitfaced drunk tonight??"

Chris shot whoever it was a brief glare, before turning and heading for the door. "Yeah. My poor sweet girlfriend had one too many," he threw over his shoulder, before abruptly leaving.

Hopefully he'd make it in time...

He was mad, you could tell that much.

Sure, he'd said he wasn't mad at you, but the doubt was still there.

You stumbled back out into the club, quickly locating Kenzie and everyone else.

As you approached them, Ryan took one look at your face and winced. "Ooh, you guys, we need to get her outside. She doesn't look too good," he called out over the music.

Kenzie turned to look over her shoulder at you, and like Ryan, she winced.

"Yeah, you look a little tipped, babes!" she called out to you.

Bit ironic, really; you'd felt fine up until they'd both said something. But now you were starting to feel... not so good. In fact, you were pretty sure you were about five seconds away from throwing up in the club.

Everything was too warm, too loud, your head didn't feel quite as pretty as it had a few moments ago, and you knew without a doubt that when Chris showed up, he was going to be very disappointed in you, especially given the state you were currently in.

He had told you to go out and have some fun on his behalf, but this... nothing about this felt fun right now. Your eyes met Kenzie's, and you barely had time to mouth the word "Help" before you could feel the room begin to fall sideways... or was that you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Ryan and someone else reach out towards you, and not even a second later, you were being led out of the now fully packed club, out into the chilled night air. "Should we tell Chris?" you heard someone ask, from your left.

"He already knows..." you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

"He already- how?" that same voice from before asked.

"She probably texted him while waiting to pee," you heard Kenzie murmur.

"Called him.." you answered, the syllables tripping over each other.

"Wait, you called him?" she asked, moving to stand in front of you.

You looked up, seeing her raise an eyebrow at you, and you nodded. But that brief little movement had a rather violent effect on you; your head felt too light, it felt too wrong, you felt like you were going to throw up, and oh gods no-

"You guys, look out, I think she's gonna be sick-" you heard Vinny warn the others.

Someone took you by the wrist, leading you over to the edge of the curb, and they had just enough time to move out of your way before you immediately threw up everything you'd drank that night.

You could feel the tears slip from the corners of your eyes, and oh fuck, how your throat felt so raw after this!

Never again, you were never drinking again after this, if this is how badly it would affect you.

Your shoulders shook with quiet sobs as you threw up, and from your left, you could hear the sudden approach of a vehicle, the tires screeching against the pavement. The sound of a car door slamming shut was heard, followed almost immediately by a voice you were both equal parts relieved and dreading to hear.

"Is she okay-" you heard Chris ask someone. His question was promptly followed by a muttered expletive, and a minute later, you could smell his familiar scent nearby, a woodsy smell reminiscent of cedarwood and dark amber.

You felt one of his hands on your back, the other holding your hair out of the way for you as you continued to dry heave over the pavement, until there was nothing left.

You let out a quiet sniffle, more tears leaking from your eyes as you straightened up again, your gaze meeting Chris's. You were rather surprised to see nothing but soft worry in those warm brown eyes of his, eyes you could get lost in, holy fuck, they were pretty-

"Y/N."

Only then did you realize that he had been trying to get your attention, while you'd been standing there staring at him.

"How much did you have to drink tonight?" he asked you. One of his hands moved to gently cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing away the tear tracks that rested there.

That small gesture, his whole demeanor, it was taking you entirely by surprise. You had thought for sure he'd be absolutely livid when he saw the fragile state you were in, but no... he was completely gentle with you, protective, he really was worried about you.

You swallowed hard, hating how raw your throat felt from the alcohol (and the subsequent expulsion of said alcohol).

"Three? F-four? Whatever number comes after six..." you whispered, your gaze dropping from his. You didn't want to see the look on his face when you told him.

"More than you can handle, apparently. I think maybe we've overdone it tonight, Tipsy Tumbles," Chris spoke softly.

"We weren't trying to get her wasted, I promise. I didn't know she'd had that much to drink, she seemed to be doing okay after her third," someone suddenly spoke up.

You snuck a glance at Chris then, waiting to see his reaction. But he sighed, shaking his head at whoever it was that had spoken.

"No, I know. I probably should've warned you guys to watch out for her. That, or I should've been here to watch her myself. But what's done is done. I'm gonna take her home, are you guys gonna be okay out here?" he answered.

"Yeah, we'll probably stick around here for a bit and we'll head home later," Kenzie said, shooting you an apologetic look. "Sorry tonight didn't go well for you, babes," she said softly.

Your throat felt so dry, you didn't think you could gather up an answer for her, so you just nodded. You could feel a headache starting to form between your brows and behind your eyes; tonight had indeed taken a rather unpleasant turn. You were going to be so hungover tomorrow, fuck...

"Hey. Come here, come on. Let's go home, yeah?" Chris reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. You nodded again, letting him lead you towards his car parked by the curb, your thoughts still much too loud in your head for the time being.

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Silence had fallen over the dark car interior for most of the drive home, until Y/N's voice finally broke the quiet.

"...you mad at me?" Chris heard her whisper.

She still thought he was mad at her?

"No. Never. Disappointed, maybe," he answered quietly.

There was a soft, humorless laugh from the passenger seat, and when he glanced over at Y/N, she had a rather rueful little half-smile on her face.

"Why does that feel worse?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur.

"Because you've never done anything to warrant my disappointment before? At least not until now?" he answered.

There was a moment's pause before Y/N answered him, her voice quiet again.

"Yeah, maybe."

Her words were still a little slurred, but not as badly as they had been before. That had scared Chris more than even he wanted to admit.

Hearing her unable to form proper sentences, unable to take care of herself like that, he'd never seen her like that before. He didn't like it, he didn't like how vulnerable she was, how vulnerable she would've been to someone else.

"I think the important thing is, you're here now and you're okay. But... just for future reference, what have we learned from this, angel?" he asked, after a moment's silence.

Y/N's response was immediate, firm.

"Don't drink 'nymore."

He had to fight hard to keep the smile off his face when he heard her answer.

"Well, no, I mean... well, if that's your decision, then yeah, I suppose. But I meant, if you're going to go out to have drinks with someone else, maybe let's not overdo it again? Maybe limit ourselves a little there, Tipsy Tumbles?" he said, unable to keep the amusement from his voice.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Y/N stick her tongue out at him, although he swore he could see a brief smile of her own on her face.

"You keep calling me that," she sighed.

Chris was unable to hide his grin that time.

"Because you are. You're my little Tipsy Tumbles," he said, giving her a brief wink.

"Hey," he continued, bringing the car to a stop at a red light and glancing over at her, "for what it's worth, I'm glad you're okay. Kind of out of it, sure, but... you know."

She shot him a rather shy sideways glance, before nodding towards the front windshield. "Light's green..." she whispered softly.

"And thank you," she added a moment later, reaching over to place her hand in his.

As he drove the two of them home, he happened to look over and see that Y/N had fallen asleep, a barely visible smile on her face as she slept.

Tonight hadn't gone exactly as planned, that much was clear. But at least now Y/N knew her true limits when it came to alcohol. It was one of the biggest reasons he himself didn't drink.

He didn't see the appeal in it, couldn't fathom why anyone would want to surrender their free will and their clear conscience like that.

To him, it was just another of the many dark vices of the world concealed as a sweet, seductive promise, just waiting to trap another unsuspecting soul in its grip.

He hadn't fallen for it then, and he wouldn't now. He was just more than a little disappointed that his sweet girl had fallen for it. But it wasn't her fault, he knew that. Things with this tour had been kind of a strain on everyone involved, and she had wanted a night out, a brief escape.

He could understand that, hell, he'd lived it.

At the end of the day, he was simply glad that she was alright, that she was at least living and making the most of it. He couldn't fault her for that...

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"So... is she gonna be okay?"

Vinny's voice cut through the silence, a note of worry concealed within his words.

Chris nodded, casting a brief glance over his shoulder at the stairs. When they had gotten home, he had immediately taken Y/N upstairs to put her to bed, not leaving until he was sure that she wouldn't throw up in the middle of the night.

Kenzie and the guys hadn't come back until close to 1 am, the scent of alcohol surrounding the entire group. At least they'd all had a good time of it...

"Yeah, she's going to be okay. She'll have one fucking hell of a hangover when she wakes up, but other than that... she's okay. We've sort of come to an agreement that she's going to limit herself next time," Chris answered.

"Although," he added with a grin, "from what she told me, I don't think she's gonna touch another drink again, not for a long while."

There was an answering laugh from Ryan, followed by Kenzie's amused "Can you really blame her though?"

He couldn't, no. He had seen how badly tonight had affected her, even she'd seen it, despite the fragile state she'd been in. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if the next time everyone else went out, she'd stay home with him. But that was more than okay, the two of them could make their own fun...

If he had to admit it to himself though, he did get kind of a small laugh, going back and rereading the texts she'd sent him. She'd been rather bold tonight, hadn't she? It was one of the many reasons he had fallen so fast and so hard for her, she could easily match him wit for wit, but she made it look so fucking adorable...

As he sat there, Chris found himself missing her even though she was just upstairs. But that was alright, tomorrow would come soon enough, and she'd need him as much as he needed her, Tipsy Tumbles and all...

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A/N: Here we have it, the second oneshot to be released! Please, let me know if you guys like these, because me being me, I am TERRIBLE with social cues. 🤭 Also, be on the lookout, there's gonna be another oneshot coming up soon, as well as a potential series involving Demon! Chris x Reader! 😏🤘🏻🖤 Thanks for reading, and stay spooky, my fellow Creatures!

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[itsscromp]

Freedom within arms reach

Inspired by @rogertaylorswift most recent comic that she wrote and drew, so here you shall receive, it's been far far too long since I did Rocket. Word count:616

All Rocket has known since the day he was created, was pain, sadness and hardship. He was broken down, torn apart and placed back together all for the name of the high evolutionary's sick experiment. It made him fearful of any touch that came his way, even if it was simply a nudge of the shoulder when passing by someone or a handshake.

But deep down, he wanted to feel a warm embrace of someone he trusted, someone he knew who wouldn't be able to hurt him or exploit him. It was all he wanted in the whatever timeframe in his life that he has. One night it all came to a head.

After a very brutal mission, you could see how rocket was so tense, his body as stiff as a wood plank. "Rocket... You ok Buddy ??" You frowned lightly.

"M'fine humie, just leave me be" He twisted around, not facing you. "Don't ya need to check the calibrations on the bowie ??"

"I was... But I saw you just standing here... Are you sure your ok ??"

"I SAID I'M FINE....." He shouted, you knew that something wasn't right, So for now, you just sat across from him. Letting him take his time and gather his words, but you didn't see that he ever so slowly scooted closer to you, wanting to be near you. You always comforted him in his time of need.

One of the ways you show your love languages was physical touch, but you knew that rocket never ever since you two met liked touch, but maybe... if you just held your hand out and see how you go. So you did just that, reaching your hand out to him.

He saw your hand and instantly tensed even more, He wanted to shift away immediately, hide in his room. But he thought otherwise for a little bit, you knew were just trying to help him. So he ever so slowly and hesitantly lifted his hand onto yours, gently taking it.

He held it for a little while until you gently rubbed your thumb on the top of your hand, The feeling soon returned to rocket, the feeling of wanting to be held in a safe embrace. It was with you, your best friend. So he gently scooted a bit closer, wanting to feel the warmth of your skin.

"Can... Can I pet you ??" You asked, hoping this could calm him further, but also knowing he didn't like being treated like an animal. But to your surprise, he nodded.

You moved your hand slowly to his head, gently dragging your fingers across his head, he slowly sighed, as if in contentment. "Talk to me dude, What's on your mind" You asked him.

He explained the recent frustrations over the missions, some parts were almost all too familiar to him, triggering memories that he kept locked away. You listened to each word he said, not judging. After the rant, he looked up a you, with a soft familiar rocket smile. "Hey y/n..."

"Yeah ??"

"You're a good pal... you know that ??"

You smiled at him. "I know"

But then he grew hesitant. "I... Could... Could I get... A hug ??" He finally got it out.

You softly nodded, opening your arms up for him, waiting patiently at his pace. To which he slowly stood up, slowly moving to your embrace, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck. You wrapped your arms around him in return, keeping him close and secure, You didn't see it, but a full proper smile formed on his face.

To know that he was safe and secure, It was the best thing he could know.

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 23 SPOILERS‼️

‼️OG LESSON 76 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | more theories

based off of what we saw of simeon in the new lesson, i think that

1. he knows about alternate timelines and possibly altering your future

2. he didn't know if he'd become a demon or a human after his fall, and he didn't know when or how

3. he knew about the celestial war and its outcome to some extent

4. he blames himself for the fall of lucifer and his brothers (duh), and up until he actually lost his wings, he thought he'd avoided the possibility altogether

there's no way simeon can't tell that mc is a human

lucifer knew that mc and little d were strange, and they're powerful enough to be able to tell that their auras aren't angelic in the slightest - especially little d's

unless you count mc's very very very distant blood relation to lilith and luke's blessing, there's probably no trace of anything even remotely related to an angel anywhere on them

there's no way simeon could meet this version of mc that far in the future without some kind of time travel or timeline manipulation

he's too smart not to pick up on that fact

he doesn't seem worried about losing his wings

at all

mammon, on the other hand, is terrified at the thought of someone he's close to losing his wings and probably wouldn't even entertain the thought of losing his own wings

not until the war, at least

simeon didn't go into detail about how he'd meey mc in the future, nor did he go into detail about when or how he's lose his wings

he brought it up almost out of nowhere

mammon was expecting some lighthearted prophecy similar to meeting someone from your past in another time, and finding out that simeon might experience something as jarring as losing his wings made him want to change the subject almost as soon as he heard it

losing his wings was probably the least terrifying thing he read in that prophecy book, especially since whether or not it would happen and whether or not he'd face a fate worse than death were extremely unclear

war is hardly ever unclear, though

and his apparent involvement in it probably made him think that joining lucifer's side would cause him to lose his wings

when the time came for him to pick sides, he was too afraid of disobeying his father and making every prophecy in the book come true, he wanted his future to be his and his alone

he thought he could prevent the war, or at least hold off on it for a little longer - we all know that he knew it was coming whether he wanted it to or not

but when the time came to talk to lucifer, he couldn't bring himself to do it

he knew something was on his brother's mind, and there's no way there wasn't gossip around the celestial realm about tension between one of the most powerful angels, the 6 angels he looked after, and their father

but he wasn't ready to face the fact that war was coming sooner than he anticipated

so he did what most other angels did and sided with the celestial realm

and then, the fall still happened, but he wasn't involved

and he was able to see the way that despite falling from grace and becoming everything they were told to hate, lucifer and his brothers were still thriving

he thought that maybe, just maybe, falling from grace wouldn't be so bad

but he also thought that with the end of the war, his chance of falling was over

that's why he's so accepting and carefree and less stuck-up than the rest of the angels, so much so that he'd forgotten about the part of the prophecy that said he'd meet mc again

not only did he emotionally fall for mc when he met them again, he literally ended his life as an angel for them by stealing lucifer's ring from the celestial realm

but after seeing how unburdened the rest of his brothers were after their fall, he'd follow them without hesitation anyways if it meant feeling the same kind of freedom

[amaretigris]

The Sea Witch's Curse

Taglist: @luna2034 @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @mylittlemermaid221 @justagirlthatlovedtoread @daydreamerwithnohobbies

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Ch. 8 | 1.3k words | Angst & fluff

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"What do you want?!"

You screamed with tears still streaming down your cheeks. Realization hit you in that moment.

"What- what did you do to him?"

Ursula's head and torso rose from the water.

"He could never be happy with you, (Y/N). Not really," she hissed.

"You just don't want his curse to be broken," you pointed an accusatory finger at the witch.

"We're so close, and it kills you," you sneered.

Ursula let a tentacle emerge to slap the water at this.

"Watch it, you horrid little damsel. It doesn't matter what you do. He'll never be free from his curse. Unless...," the suckers of her tentacles undulated.

The sight made you shiver.

"Unless someone were to prove their undying love for the prince."

You narrowed your eyes at her ghastly face.

"How?"

Ursula smirked. Time for the show. She lifted herself from the water completely, her tentacles dripping. She brought up her arms in rapture. Dark, menacing thunder clouds formed in the sky, and a gushing wind suddenly threatened your balance on the plank. You struggled to keep your eyes on her, your hair whipping in your face.

"Winds of the Caspian Sea,

Come forth to me.

Reveal a love that be,

Buried by depths of the sea," she sang.

You looked down at the water. She wanted you to go back? No, that couldn't be right. There has to be a catch. She wouldn't let you off that easy.

"All you have to do is walk the plank, my dear. Your fin is gone and you won't be able to breathe. You'll drown," she cooed.

You shivered at her words.

"I- I can't," you managed.

Your throat tightened.

"You can. Death is the easy part, love. You'll be free from this hurt; free from this pain. The prince will be happy with you while he's at sea, but, when he returns home? Forget about it. You'll be the last thing he wants. A constant reminder of his prison. What greater way to show your love than sacrificing yourself for his freedom?"

The gears turned in your mind. Even though you were a mermaid yourself, the witch's siren song and sweet, sticky words were hard to ignore. You tried to shake the thoughts from your head, but they wouldn't leave. You could sacrifice yourself. It would be an ultimate act of love to break Eric's curse. What did you really think? That this would be a fairytale with a happy ending? Those weren't real. Not in this world. You've lived through enough harsh pain to know that.

"What would happen?"

You suddenly spoke, looking up at her dark form.

"Eric would be free?"

Ursula's cheshire grin almost split her cheeks.

"Yes. Yes, my child. The prince will be free from his curse. Free to return home."

You closed your eyes for a moment in all the chaos, your hair and dress continuously slapping in the wind. Was this how it ended? This had been a thrilling adventure that you never asked for. This experience had made you feel more alive than you had in years. Maybe it was meant to be this way. Maybe you were meant to sacrifice yourself.

Nodding your head, a decision came to the forefront of your mind. You kept your eyes closed, but opened your mouth slowly, letting your siren song peel from your throat. It would be the last time you would ever sing it. The beautiful tune carried through the island air, gracing everyone's ears. Everyone turned to look towards the sound in wonder - even Grimsby.

All but Eric. The moment that the melody hit his eardrums, flashes of his home played out before his very eyes. The Sardinian beaches he'd walked as a child. The market and vendors he knew like the back of his hand. His mother, the Queen, and his dog, Max. Everything was so crisp and clear. Then came the flood of you. Your bright smile and your beautiful hair. The image of your skin erupted with gooseflesh under Eric's fingers. You standing in the rain. All of a sudden, a huge wave of emotion slammed into Eric's chest. He almost doubled over from the sensation. He heard your words next, like they were whispered in his ear.

"Go on and be free,

For me, my love, for me.

As your fingers graze the sand,

Envision my heart, and my hand.

I love yo-."

Ursula's tentacle slapped over your mouth before you finished your last word.

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Eric felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand tall.

"(Y/N)!"

He immediately took off towards his ship.

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"No! You wretched little wench. What did you do?!"

Ursula screamed at you before letting all her tentacles coil around your body, plummetting you into the water. She propelled you down, further and further, until your back smacked the solid ocean floor. There was no give. You tasted blood in your mouth. Ursula's tentacles came to wrap around your neck, squeezing tightly. You thrashed for a moment before trying to urge your muscles to relax. It was so hard when your lungs were screaming for air. Black spots appeared in your vision. You opened your mouth, letting the water seep in. You were slipping into unconsciousness.

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Eric ran up on the deck, almost throwing himself over the side in search of you. He ran back and forth to both ends of the ship watching the water. He saw shadows, a mix of purple and green, but they were everywhere. He couldn't pinpoint where exactly they came from. Eric didn't know what to do, so he dove in. He couldn't lose the one person he'd connected with after all these years. He couldn't lose you.

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Back below the water, Ursula watched the life leaving your eyes. A wicked cackle ripped through her. It wasn't until a trident pierced her abdomen that Ursula stopped laughing. Loosening her tentacles around you, she stared down at the blades sticking out of her flesh. Your lifeless form slunk to the side on the ground. She turned slightly, angling her head.

"Brother," she hissed. "I should have known. Only you would do something so cowardly."

Your father's face was as hard as steel.

"You don't mess with my daughters and live to tell the tale, Ursula," he bellowed.

Ursula's eyes held Triton's with as much hate as she could muster before rolling back in her head. Her mouth fell open and her body went rigid. Leaving his trident for now, your father swam to you. Picking you up from the ocean floor and smoothing your hair out of your face, the king's eyes tried to tear. Placing his hand on your heart, Triton closed his eyes and concentrated. There may still be hope that you weren't completely gone. After a beat of silence in the water, your legs morphed back to your fin.

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Eric swam as hard as he could. He dove under multiple times, holding his breath until his lungs felt like they would burst, and he had to resurface. Shaking the water from his hair, Eric yelled out in desperation. He couldn't find you. He couldn't find you anywhere. It was too dark to see down there and although the colored smoke had stopped, the water remained incredibly cloudy. There were some points where Eric couldn't see his limbs in front of him. He tried to persevere. He tried to keep going, to no avail.

Grimsby had snapped out of his trance and rushed back to the ship as well. Spotting Eric diving off the side of the ship, Grimsby ran to the starboard side, yelling his concerns. Eric ignored them until he couldn't anymore. Grimsby threw Eric a life raft, which he reluctantly accepted. The thoughts clawing inside his mind wouldn't let up.

He'd failed you. You sacrificed yourself for him - to break his curse. Eric never wanted it to be this way. He never wanted to lose you. It turns out that you could find home in another person. He had envisioned returning to his real home again with you by his side. The thought of returning to it now felt empty.

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A Lady & Her Hounds

Chapter 5

The Hound x Fem!Reader (Jon Arryn's daughter; Sabrina)

This chapter contains: Sexual Tension | Fluff

Word count: 1444

You did actually quite well by yourself. You traveled a lot during the night and found Inn's and taverns to rest in the morning when most troublemakers had already left.

One morning as you were eating breakfast preparing yourself to head out some men came in with a familiar face. Arya Stark.

"Arya!" You ran to meet her.

"Sabrina? I thought you were still in King's Landing."

"And I thought you were dead!" She took her time to explain what had happened to her. Two men approached you explaining what their group called 'The Brotherhood' was going to take her in exchange for gold. Arya seemed healthy and the men seemed honest to what they were saying. You decided to join them on the journey to the north.

Suddenly more men came inside

“Look what we found!” They brought a big man with a cloth covering his face. You knew who it was before they showed his face. Arya took your arm trying to lead you outside.

"You found the Stark bitch!" He said he saw her first as she was trying to pass by him.

"Don't you call her that!"

"Sabrina Arryn, finally left the Red Keep." He looked nothing like he did before. All of the respectful and manners were gone. You realized now maybe a lot of the moments you had read as ‘kindness’ were probably just the fact that he was respecting your title.

The brotherhood took him to the cave or whatever weird nomadic place they were sleeping at. They accused him of many crimes that you haven't heard of, and it did shock you that he didn’t care much if they believed him or not. It was like you could finally see who The Hound was.

"You killed my friend!" Arya yelled.

"They were orders from the king." He replied. The men made him fight against their leader, Beric, as a trial. You had never seen a magical flaming sword, but Beric used it well. It was obvious that The Hound was scared, but still he was able to win, and go free.

You talked to Arya for the rest of the night, she explained how she started to hate The Hound and most of the people in King's Landing. You agreed that most were awful and you were sad that she had to go through all that by herself.

Camping in the woods with a bunch of fire worshippers wasn’t the ideal but, you felt the freedom of being away from all the royal court rules. You borrowed some clothes, pants, a shirt, and thick chest piece armor. You kept your dress in a bag on your horse. For protection you didn’t care much about swords because it was heavy and hard to maneuver, but small knives worked better in your opinion since most men want to come close and grab women anyway.

After being on the road for some time your group met a red witch that took Arya's friend. She wasn't so happy about that and quickly talked to you about a plan to run away. Some time later you took a horse and made a signal for her to run. She ran to the woods, you ran after her, but instead of finding her alone, you met him once again.

"Let her go Clegane!" You didn't hesitate to pull your dagger out

"You think that little thing is gonna do me any damage now?" He scoffed. "I'm taking her to her brother to collect some coins. You can fuck off!" He never spoke to you like that. Of course he couldn't, he's not even a knight, so he wouldn't act like that in the Red Keep.

"Asshole!" You weren't going to leave Arya alone with him.

He took her on his horse and you followed behind them.

"You should be thankful it's me who caught you, there are far worse men than me out there." He explained trying to make it a more peaceful ride. Arya didn't trust him and neither did you.

That night you and Arya slept together on one side of the fire while The Hound slept on the other side. You woke up to Arya grabbing a rock and lifting up to the big man's face.

"Do it." He said it with his eyes still closed "I'll give you one chance."

“It’s not worth it. Better to let him take us to your brother first, then we can get rid of him” Arya put the rock down. The Hound was a little shocked with what you just said, he didn’t think you could be this cold.

After riding the whole day you noticed a storm was forming and luckily you had spotted a small cottage down the road.

"Maybe we can rest there for the night." You signaled ahead

"I got no coins" He turned his horse around.

"I have it." You said going ahead with your horse.

A very old grandma opened the door. The three of you were taken by surprise.

"Hello, we are seeking a room to spend the night. It's just me, my father and his new wife." Arya explained as you tried to smile and nod to that idea.

"Oh yes, come in! The room upstairs is a little small, but the couple will be fine in there. The little one can stay in the room downstairs."

"We would prefer to stay toge-" You tried to explain

"Nonsense! A married couple should sleep together, alone and unbothered! You already have a daughter. I'm sure you can't wait for a son!" Arya looked at you, but the woman was already taking your hand to show you to the room. It was a small room, there was a fireplace, a bed, and a small table with a mirror and chair.

"Enjoy your evening." She closed the door as you and The Hound stood there awkwardly.

He sighed and started to remove his armor. He was left only in his undershirt and slacks. He pulled the covers and laid on the bed. You kept trying to find a comfortable way to undress. You turned your back to him, lowered your pants, and removed your chest armor. The shirt from underneath was long enough to reach your thighs. So you felt decent enough considering he had seen you in less clothing before.

You didn't know, but he had his eyes on you the whole time. You went around the bed towards the small table, opened the drawer and found a hair brush. You brushed your hair in front of the mirror and many times would catch him staring.

"What are you looking at?" You turned around, but he just looked away.

"Put more wood in the fire." He demanded.

"I preferred the way you talked to me in the palace." You mumbled as you grabbed some wood from the side of the fireplace. He slightly pressed his lips together knowing that he didn’t have to be this harsh with you.

“We’re not in the palace anymore, are we?” He just couldn’t help it. You made him too frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

As you stood there in front of the light of the fire, your dress became see through and your entire silhouette was visible.

"That's enough wood." His tone was still serious, but more relaxed, not tense like it was before. You made your way back to the bed and laid next to this man who you had mixed feelings about. It was strange to share a bed. Awkward and full of tension.

"I just want to clarify... That day was a mistake. I thought I would die, got completely drunk and lonely and-"

"Horny." He added. You froze for a second.

"Yes, that too... I would never do something like that again, call a strange man to my chambers?! What a horrible idea." You tried to clear the air between you two.

"I'm the fucking strange man?" He laughed.

"You always were, I just thought I knew you when I didn't." You looked at him, meeting his eyes that were previously on you. You were frustrated, you felt like a silly little girl who starts having feelings for the first man she gets attention from.

"Aye, you don't fucking know me. But I didn't deflower you like you begged me to." He grunted and turned away.

He was right. You were angry and blamed him for not taking advantage of you. That's why you couldn't decide what your opinion was about him. You wanted him to want you, but you knew if he had laid with you in bed that day, you would be disappointed as well.

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I think that in an AU maybe their father/Grandmaster was actually harsh on Bi-Han because he's the first born and the moment Kuai Liang came he only shows care to him. When Tomas is now part of it, he became another favorite.

Bi-Han would have felt horrible and angry at his father for such emotional switch up.

Maybe later Tomas tries to comfort his older brother and seek friendship. Emotional things bad or good can happen and both had the sex.

For Bi han it was a relief and freedom, for Tomas it was everything. Then quick bi han harshly rejects Tomas and leaves, leaving Tomas with a broken heart!

Bi Han being too angry again when someone tries to flirt with Tomas.

Bi Han needs help at this point!

HOT SPRING

Bi-Han x Tomas

- You will make the Lin Kuei stronger than ever. I have faith in you.

After another day of hard training under his father's command, Bi-Han leaned on the memories of his dear mother combing his hair, whispering words of comfort, strengthening their resolve...

- What if I don't make it, mother? A-And if they…

- No one is better than a Lin Kuei. - His mother's sweet voice intoned, but Bi-Han knew well that she wasn't angry.

He relaxes even more when he feels the pressure of his mother's soft lips on the back of his head, closing his eyes to enjoy the affection. There was no better place in the world to go back to his old self than protected, wrapped and caressed by the matriarch's arms.

- You will bring glory to our clan and make them proud to have you as their leader, in the same way I am proud to have you as my son.

- Mother…

No. He couldn't fall apart...

He would not fail the Lin Kuei...

He wouldn't let her down now...

She had taught him to be strong and withstand all the trials imposed by his father. All the hours of studying, all the hard training…

Missions that challenged the limits of his body and mind, all to make him, the heir to the clan, a perfect Grandmaster.

- You remain unworthy.

“I will show you.”

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- I love winter!

- Shouldn't you wear warmer clothes? - Looking Tomas up and down, he was worried about the youngest wearing the summer uniform as if the extreme low temperature and snow that surrounded them didn't affect him at all. - How can you not feel cold when you are just a…

Swallowing the words before they all came out, Kuai Liang looked away. He didn't want to offend his younger brother or put him down like Bi-Han often did.

- You forget that I grew up hunting in temperatures even colder than this, Kuai Liang. - With his back to his brother from another mother, he leaned down just to make a snowball. - The cold has never affected me negatively. On the contrary, just fuels my combat 'till these days.

- Oh, no... - Kuai Liang was indignant when he was caught off guard by Tomas' quick movement, wiping the remaining snow from his hair and face. - You won't get away with this!

Tomas laughed as he ran away from the other, stopping a few times to quickly create other snowballs and counterattack.

- There's no point in hiding! - The pryomancer went deeper into the forest, looking for the typhomancer who had run inside first. Tomas hadn't specialized in Typhomancy for nothing, since his first trainings he had left masters impressed with his natural talent for stealth. - I'll find you...

- Tomas.

- Too slow. - He laughed, imagining how angry the pryomancer would be at being hit with yet another snowball, but his smile soon faded when he saw who he had hit. - Bi-Han? -The growl and deadly glare directed at him caused a shiver of fear to run through his insides. - S-Sorry. I'm so sorry! I thought you were...

- Still wasting my brother's time with your stupid jokes?! - Before he could get any closer, Bi-Han pushed him away with a gust of icy wind. - Let him know that father wants to see him. I'll be back in a few days.

- W-Where are you going?

- Do what some of us were born to do. Something you will never be able to understand. - He stated snobbishly, looking him up and down. - Hunting dog.

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  “Bi-Han!”

“Help me, son!”

“Bi-Han!”

- It's better this way. - Bi-Han immersed himself in the thermal water, letting the heat undo the knots in his back, ease the tension in his muscles, caress his skin and comfort him in the midst of his disturbing thoughts.

He did what had to be done.

The Lin Kuei would always fight for him, his most loyal followers would always watch his back and his brother would always be by his side.

The future would be perfect.

- I must train harder. - Tomas muttered to himself as he undressed. Having been defeated once again by Cyrax, he wondered why his older brother refused to help him with his training. - If Bi-Han wasn't so selfish, he would… - He had already taken off all his clothes, leaving his skin exposed to the heat of the place, when the sight of another person in the fountain frightened him, causing his muscles to tense up again. - Bi-Han?

Only family members of the Grandmaster had access to that place. And Kuai Liang had just left when he said goodbye on the way to the hot spring.

- Keep silent or get out of here.

- R-Really? You don't mind that I... - Noticing the older man's increasingly hard gaze, he fell silent and took a deep breath to calm down.

A calm that was short-lived, anxiety growing as he became more lost in thought as he observed the older man's relaxed features.

He was so different that way…

Almost vulnerable.

Tomas had promised himself to protect his new family.

He swore a public oath to the Lin Kuei, but the oath in his heart and mind that day was different.

A personal, silent and secret vote.

Even if unrequited, he would be faithful to that vow until his last breath.