#i need to kiss a priest and i also need to get hit by one . kts um. normal feelings about things

[sycophantzealot]

sometimes im so sick of it, im so utterly disgusted and tired that because of memories that ruin my day i cant even look at a man of cloth normally anymore, im so sick and tired of my brain needing me to get on my knees and turn this fear into pleading for forgiveness and love. and i hate it so much, because it feels so good to wail for some sort of god to see me. doesnt it feel good to be a follower? catholism is an incurable childhood desease that can only be battled through transsexuality and faggottry, if you needed to know

[triplesilverstar]

That's one way to rumble in the Badlands

Your heart still felt like it was burning inside your chest, when you closed your eyes you could still see it. Looking up through that glass from the backseat with Wolfwood as the bullet hit Vash, the look of shock and confusion on his face. Someone screamed as Vash fell from the vehicle, later Wolfwood had told you it had been you screaming. Watching as if in slow motion as one of your lovers fell to the ground between the two moving vehicles. 

Screaming at Wolfwood to turn around and back towards where his body was bouncing on the hard packed sand. The second you were at the sinkhole, Wolfwood was running, tying the rope around his waist before diving in after Vash. You’d grabbed the other end of the rope, hurrying back to the vehicle and tying it off. Reaching the edge of the hole to watch as Wolfwood lifted something from the sand, held tight in his grasp. Vash’s sunglasses. 

Wolfwood had grabbed you as you tried to dive in, screaming how Vash had to be alright, but Wolfwood wasn’t going to relent. Grip tight as he kept you held to his chest until you were done fighting, slumping down against his chest not caring that the young redhead was watching your breakdown. 

The last two days had been nothing but a shit show, from the moment Vash had seen that young woman on the sand steamer. A quick whisper to you how he needed to deal with something, a kiss to your forehead that no one but the two of you saw. Then last night, he’d met you in the hotel and once in the room, he’d fucked you senseless before whispering. “I love you, but I need to deal with a die I cast a long time ago. I’ll see you in the morning, Mayfly.” Getting dressed and leaving you behind in the cooling sheets. 

That morning had been this morning, and what a morning from the moment Gasback had shown up and Vash was… Well, Vash. Then Wolfwood had appeared shooting at both of you before suddenly stopping. Looking down at you while Vash scurried off “Hey, Sweetheart sorry it took me a while to catch up.” You’d proceeded to punch him in the leg. Fucking gunslinging priest.  

Now. Now you were alone in the room, arms wrapped around Vash’s bag face buried in the fabric near the top. Wolfwood had left you alone once you’d both gotten back to town, but he wasn’t far. You heard him dealing with his sorrow in his own way, beating up the furniture in the room next to yours. 

Later in the darkness, you’d heard him come back, a bottle of whiskey in hand and the punisher in the other, propping open the window and taking a seat beside it. “You should get some sleep.” You’d want to punch him, instead you’d listened moving and dropping onto the large bed. Fresh tears pouring from your eyes as you could smell Vash on the pillow. Remembering how he’d looked above you last night. 

When that redhead had shown up, Wolfwood offered up his services, holding a hand out asking if you wanted to come. Part of you wanted to stay and let your heart keep breaking, the other part wanted to go beat something to a bloody pulp. You let that part of you win. 

It had been fun, making your way up the opening in the rock formation and shooting everything out of the sky. You’d also gotten the chance to beat three of Gasback's men into a pulp. Feeling some of your anger start to cool. The man you wanted to beat though was just out of your reach, the whole time Gasback spoke all you saw was red. At least till a shot rang out, a familiar pistol appearing at the corner of your eye. 

And you saw red again when Vash burst out about his sweet Amelia fist flying and landing in his gut while Wolfwood asked for him to explain why he wasn't dead. “Gee Mayfly, I’m glad to see you too.” Doubled over and still pointing his pistol at Gasback. 

“I’ll take this outta your ass. Later.” Fuming beside Wolfwood you have to agree. Now is not the time for a lover's spat. 

“What, you’re not happy I’m alive?” Grinning while he holds his sunglasses, and yeah you are. But fuck if you aren’t pissed after mourning him all night. 

“Maybe I’ll beat your ass right now.” Grinding your teeth and trying to keep from exploding at the blond.

“That doesn’t sound like fun.” You’re certain you and Wolfwood are in the same boat right now, Vash is gonna pay later. And not in the way he thinks. 

“You let us think you were dead. Of course, we're fucking pissed off.” Things had moved on from there, and when you’d heard Gasback mention the die Vash cast it clicked into place. Even more so when Amelia spoke about her mother being Gasbacks’ wife. 

Now. Now the three of you were heading into your hotel room while the plant was being hooked back up in town. Wolfwood, the last one to enter, and when the door closed with a click all pretense of being a jovial dumbass slipped away. You didn’t get a chance to get a word in edgewise before Vash had you wrapped in his embrace, a hand in your hair tilting your head back and kissing you like a dying man. Or a man just back from the dead. “I didn’t mean to hurt you Mayfly.” Mumbled against your lips earnest in his apology. 

The sound of a smack ringing in the air as his head jolts forward “Seriously jackass. You left her balling her eyes out.” Grabbing a cigarette and dropping to sit in the chair while glaring at Vash. “Don’t scare us like that again.” 

“Says the man tha-” You don’t let Vash finish, sliding your hand over his lips to silence him. 

“It’s been a long day. Can’t we fight on the road later, ya know, like we usually do?” Letting your shoulders slump, feeling the exhaustion of thinking you’d lost Vash and had him back again sinking in. 

“Go shower needle-noggin. You aren’t getting in that bed with sand in your hair.” A grumble, but Vash relents after a quick kiss to your forehead. He starts to strip out of his clothes in the main room and leaves them in a pile. Once he’s in the bathroom, Wolfwood is putting his cigarette out and removing his shades. Tapping his thighs. “Come here, sweetheart.” 

As you slide into his lap, both of his arms pull you more onto him with one of his calloused hands tilting your head for a kiss. All you can taste is the ash and bitterness of his cigarette, moaning into the kiss as he deepens it. “We can get some payback if you want. It won’t be the same but we can make him watch and not let him join.” Nips and kisses along your jaw, and from the corner of your eye you can see Vash’s red coat. 

“I have a better idea” closing the distance and kissing Wolfwood once more, giving your hips a small roll. “If you’re up for it.” 

Skin clean and wrapping a towel around his waist Vash can hear groaning from the other room, his keen hearing picking up on the sound of slurping and it makes his cock twitch. Sighing he opens the door, well aware he’s probably going to be denied joining his lovers and getting to cum tonight. 

Swallowing hard as he moves into the room at the sight before him. Wolfwood is sitting in the chair still, hands tangled in your hair grunting and groaning clearly being sucked off. And you? You’re wearing his coat, on your knees between Wolfwood’s legs, humming and clearly enjoying yourself. 

Eyes narrowed in pleasure as Wolfwood looks at Vash, watching as the blond man swallows hard once more. A few beads of water collecting on his skin and running down along his scarred and patchwork skin. “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that.” 

The husky growl in his voice is making your core throb, well aware Vash has reappeared but you keep sucking. One hand on Wolfwood’s thigh to help keep yourself balanced, the other pumping around his shaft in time to your bobbing. Taking Wolfwood’s length about halfway, humming around the hot flesh in your mouth.

You can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, pulling your lips to the tip before sliding down just enough to swirl your tongue around the head, playing with the slit. A low-pitched whine reaches your ears, aware it’s from Vash and you ignore it. “What’s the matter, Needle-noggin? It’s like you’ve never seen her sucking me off before.” You almost laugh around the cock in your mouth. Almost. Wolfwood’s delivery the perfect amount of bland disinterest and debaucherous.

Unable to see it, Vash is just opening and closing his mouth like a fish, still very much distracted by your smaller frame dwarfed by his coat. “Well. Aren’t you going to join us?” His gaze rising to meet Wolfwood’s eyes, which had not been what he had been expecting to hear. Stepping closer before a “tut, tut” reaches his ears, Wolfwood wagging a finger at him. “You should put some clothes on first.” 

Tilting his head like he’s so confused, Vash looks around the room, and the only article of clothing he can find is Wolfwood's suit jacket. He doesn’t even see his boots anywhere. “Ugh. Where are my clothes?” You’re far too occupied to answer him, and from the twitching of his cock and shuddering body Wolfwood is close to cuming. 

“Right there on the bed Needle-Noggin” hissing as Wolfwood tries to slow his breathing, the burning in his stomach almost too much. Knowing he needs to hold off a little bit longer before he can shoot his first load down your pretty throat.

“It’s your suit jac-” 

“Just put it on Needle-Noggin!” Voice snapping and using the hands tangled in your hair to pull you to the tip of his cock. You get the message that he’s trying to hold off, having been too invested in your bobbing and feeling your pussy starting to drip well aware your underwear was soaked to feel how close he was. 

Opening your eyes to look at Wolfwood and smile, a hand rubbing gently along the side of your head in return his touch tender. 

Vash with the suit jacket on and buttoned up, feels… awkward. He doesn’t mind being naked when it’s the three of you but this? This is different. The open chest of the jacket highlights the gouge along one of his pecs, a portion of the metal grating over his heart clearly visible. Most embarrassing of all? The way the bottom of the fabric was cut left his hard cock bobbing almost as if framed. 

“Damn Needle-Noggin, maybe you should wear my clothes more often.” As much as you want to turn and look at Vash you don’t, all part of the plan of seeming disinterested in your pretty blond man. 

“Very funny Wolfwood” voice despondent and he watches, part of him hurting that you’ve yet to acknowledge his returned presence. 

“I think you should get over here and put that cock to use Needle-Noggin, after all, you did break our pretty little lady's heart today.” A sign you’ve been waiting for, removing your lips from around Wolfwood’s cock with a loud pop.

“Vash~” breathless, and you don’t need to act for that to happen. “I feel so empty, Baby. Come fill me up.” Teasing as you give your hips a small wiggle before going back to sucking Wolfwood off. “Fuck” hissing after that Vash drops to his knees behind you, slapping your leather-covered ass and enjoying the moan you make before pushing the tails of his jacket away to reveal your ass. Groaning at the rest of the sight that greets him and his cock throbbing and twitching. He’d found his boots. Encasing your legs just up to your knees, the straps and laces are done up tight enough to keep them around your thinner legs. This close, Vash could also smell you, the fabric of your panties soaked hiding your slick core from him. Hooking his thumbs in the fabric and getting ready to pull them down. “Leave her underwear on” snaps from Wolfwood. Vash realizes this is a form of punishment for him, that he’s going to have to keep a hand on you and hold the fabric away from your core and his cock. Rolling his eyes he lets it go, pushing the wet fabric aside and sighing at the sight. So wet, your lower lips glisten in the dim light pouring into the room, dipping his head for a quick lick and humming at your taste before lining his cock up and pressing in. 

Moaning around Wolfwood’s cock as you feel Vash breach your entrance, slick enough that it’s an easy glide for him, his thick cock filling you so easily and a gentle stretch that leaves you panting. Eyes fluttering from the sensation, focus divided between feeling Vash thrusting into your pussy and taking more and more of Wolfwood into your mouth. Humming around Wolfwood, hand now playing with his balls, knowing he’s still close from earlier. 

“That’s it sweetheart” groaning and sweeping your hair from your face, feeling that same churning starting to build in his gut again. “Almost there.” 

Behind you, Vash is starting to pant, watching your body shake, and quiver encased in his jacket is doing things to his head. Well and the way your pussy is clenching around him, your slick walls squeezing his sensitive cock in such a way that he feels like he’s being sucked in. A hand reaching down to play with your clit, surprised when you bat it away. “Other one” voice hoarse as you answer his unasked question, you want him to use his prosthetic? Switching his hands and feeling the sweat starting to bead along his back in the suit jacket he does as you asked, pressing the cool metal to your sensitive nub. The reaction is almost instant as you moan taking Wolfwood to the base and clenching like a vice around Vash. Wolfwood hissing and sitting up straighter in the chair, hands digging into the side of your head. 

Looking down at you and smirking, Wolfwood moves his gaze to Vash the pink growing across his pale cheeks as he fucks into you. A clear sign he’s getting close to cuming as well, coughing a little to make sure he has Vash’s attention. “You don’t get to cum yet Needle-Noggin. Not until our little lady says you can.” A harsh thrust of his own hips against your mouth before returning his gaze to you. “We’ll add to his punishment if he does right, Sweetheart.” A happy hum of agreement around his length, proving beyond a doubt you and Wolfwood plan to deny him tonight as a form of payback. “Fuck… I’m gonna.. Cum sweetheart. Want it… Want it down your pretty little throat?” 

Hearing his stuttering breath above you and the mad twitching in your throat you switch your attention more to Wolfwood, Vash’s cock still making your moan. Using that moaning to your advantage and deep-throating Wolfwood, humming and hallowing your cheeks. Lips around his base as you feel his balls twitching under your chin before he’s cuming down your throat. Swallowing around him while his hips move, the smallest of thrusts as he empties his balls inside the wet cavern, grunting all the while about how good and pretty you look. 

Slumping back in the chair Wolfwood groans, while you hold his cock and pop off him. Licking up his length and making a show of swallowing any of his cum that had stuck to him, making him chuckle. “Greedy little thing.” Pushing the chair back so he can drop to his knees in front of you, going to a sloppy kiss and pulling you more upright changing the angle Vash is fucking into you at. Deeper and tighter. 

You moan into the kiss, tongue pressing against his so he can taste his own release, trying to be as loud as possible knowing it’s going to edge Vash on behind you. When Wolfwood pulls away you grin, voice a little on the hoarse side from having your mouth fucked at the end. “I sure am.”

Vash seeing you more upright groans, able to see your face and more of Wolfwood. “Are you seriously wearing my pants Wolfwood?” The tight fabric of his pants encasing Wolfwood’s thighs, pushed down just enough for his dick to jut out, the sight of his skin covered in a light sheen from having been licked clean by your tongue making Vash throb in your tight heat. 

“Thought you’d find us wearing your clothes enticing.” Wolfwood trailed a hand down to an opening in Vash’s coat, so he could press against your bare skin and slide up to fondle one of your breasts. Vash had to admit he did, and the final point, seeing you wearing Wolfwood’s sunglasses was making him harder. Both of his lovers wearing his clothes and one of them wearing both of their clothes? Fuck it was making the ember in his stomach burn. 

Ignoring both men you focus more on the line of fire inside of you, feeling your thighs start to shake, Vash still pumping away inside of you and rubbing into your clit. Feeling Wolfwood’s attention, your neck is arching, one hand reaching back to touch Vash’s cheek. Feeling his soft lips move to kiss your fingers and palms while he presses harder into you, hearing him grunt your name against the shell of your ear pushes you over the edge. Gasping as that wire snaps and you clench around Vash hard enough that he can’t move, at least not without tipping over that edge himself, something he’d been told not to do. Wolfwood batting his frozen hand away to play with your clit, dragging out your orgasm and kissing you to swallow your screams of pleasure.

A chorus of fuck rings out behind you, while Vash desperately tries to keep himself from painting your insides white. Burying his nose in your hair when Wolfwood pulls a second orgasm from you, thinking of little old ladies and hairy men instead of his lovers in front of and wrapped around him.     

Grinning at Vash’s discomfort, Wolfwood kisses you again, soft and sweet as you come down from your high body slumping forward against his. “You need a break sweetheart?” Whispered against your sweat-slicked skin, moaning a little at how hard Vash is still inside you. 

Licking your lips as you move your hand away from Vash’s face, your body thrumming from your last release, shaking your head in the negative. “No. I want you both.” Swallowing before you voice the next part. “And I wanna face Vash.” As much as your heart has been burning for the last few hours and you felt a little petty about the way Vash had been acting, especially about the redhead, you wanted to kiss your blond and watch his face when you came on his dick. 

A brief kiss pressed to the corner of your lips, before standing, Wolfwood helping you up and with him, sighing as Vash’s cock leaves your core. Licking your lips and feeling your clit throb with desire as you finally look at Vash, his eyes blown wide, messy blond hair falling down into those cerulean eyes. Eyes that are looking at you, like you’re the most precious thing in his world. The suit jacket looks a little funny on his frame, tailored for the broadness of Wolfwood’s shoulder and trim waist, but it brings your attention to some of your favorite features. The way his wet, swollen length is centered between the black fabric also makes your core clench, wanting to be filled again. 

Vash himself has a hard time swallowing, seeing you standing before him clad in his coat that hangs off your body. The sleeve rolled up to your elbow, with the top three buttons of the chest done up, just enough to keep it from coming undone around your body. The high collar was unbuttoned, otherwise half your face would have been hidden behind the stiff fabric. “Damn, you look good.” Realizing after a moment he spoke the words aloud, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

“Funny. So do you.” Stepping away from Wolfwood and reaching out to cup his jaw, thumb rubbing along his chin, before dipping down along his long neck. Tracing against the scar on his pec. “Wanna stand up and fuck me Handsome?” 

Feeling his face flush, and his ballsack throb, Vash nods. Pushing back on his heels and standing, once more towering over you. Moving the tails of his jacket so he can grab your hips and lift you, feeling one of your hands settle against his neck to keep yourself stable, the other moving more the fabric of his jacket out of the way and pushing your underwear to the side so you can line his weeping cock up with your pussy lips. Closing the distance to kiss him long and hard as he slowly lowers you, letting gravity do most of the work until the tip of his cock is pressing deep inside you. 

The pace is much slower this time, as Vash lifts and lowers you, forehead pressed to his after you pull away from his lips. Feeling every bump and vein of his dick pressing against your inner walls, placing soft pecks along his face, and letting your legs hang at his side. One hand playing with the nap of his neck while the other tangled into the longer blond hair “I know… You don’t A-ahh, make promises… But don’t ever do that… To me again.” Whispered against his face while Vash gently fucks up into you.

Catching your lips for a quick kiss before answering, pressing his nose against yours, and watching your eyes through the dark shades. “I’ll try.” And he will, certain that later when you pass out, Wolfwood is going to have an earful for him about leaving you brokenhearted.

“Alright, enough of this sappy love fest.” Wolfwood moving closer, pumping his own shaft and ready for round two. “She loose enough Needle-noggin?” Pushing the fabric falling along your back away and pressing the head of his cock to your dripping core, feeling the length of Vash’s sliding against it making him hiss from the pleasure.

“We were having a tender moment Nick!” Rolling his eyes at the broken moment, he gives a slightly harder thrust up into you. “Yea, if we’re both going in it’s gonna be tight, but our pretty lady is loose enough.” 

Lifting you higher and more away from his body, you feel Vash’s cock pull out of your somewhat before Wolfwood is pressing his chest against your back. Bending his knees and adjusting your legs before he slowly penetrates you along with Vash, both men barely moving as you throw your head back panting. The stretch is almost too much, but with two orgasms and the amount of fluid pouring from your core you’re ready to try to take them. After all, it’s not the first time you’ve had both men inside your pussy, knowing you can take them both and breathing deeply trying to keep yourself relaxed.

“Good girl… taking us… so well” panting in your ear as Wolfwood keeps moving, the motion of his cock slowly working you more open while Vash stays still. Biting his lip while Wolfwood ruts against him up into you. Panting more and more as the pain turns into pleasure, humming at the sensation. “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that.” 

Starting to thrust a little harder as you start to make low noises, too blissed out to think of actual words just focusing on the feeling of both of them filling you to the brim. Feeling your walls starting to clench around him Vash starts to move as well, not much, just enough so that his tip is hitting that spongy part inside of you, a part he knows makes you writhe in pleasure around him.

“Don’t forget Needle-noggin… I still… gotta teach you.. A lesson.. Augh… myself.” Panting at how tight you are, feeling you clench around him and Vash twitching while both of them keep fucking you. “I did say… Outta your ass… Late-” The sound of fabric ripping and Wolfwood is suddenly silenced, turning just enough to see. 

“I can’t hear Mayfly’s noises over your talking. You can fuck me later Nick.” Vash. Had apparently ripped your underwear from your body, and stuffed it, soaked portion first into Wolfwood’s mouth.

Seeing the sight and hearing Wolfwood hum has your heart swimming, the noises of both of their cocks pumping in and out of you as well the soft little pants and whines you’re making filling the room. Feeling Vash thrust a little harder and hitting deeper inside you while Wolfwood stretches you with his thrusts has you seeing stars. The promise of your third orgasm on the horizon. 

Taking a deep breath you manage to slur out “Cum in… me.” Gasping as a tingling is building along your spine, almost ready to clamp down on both dicks like you want to keep them both inside you. “Both of… you-uuuu” Letting your face fall against Vash’s chest, unaware of the drool dripping from your lips and onto the dark fabric.

“Sounds like… permission… to cum.. If I… ever heard it” Vash pants, redoubling his efforts moving one hand so it’s tangled in your own hair. Wolfwood moves the opposite hand, reaching across to circle your clit, mouth still stuffed with your underwear and unable to comment. Working together between thrusting and playing with your clit, they push you over the edge, eyes rolling back into your head as you spasm around them. 

Fire erupts in your core, Vash, having been told he was unable to cum before finally letting go of his control, and painting your core white. Deep enough inside of you that his sticky seed will spend most of the night slowly dripping out of you. A second load, deposited from Wolfwood has you shaking in their grasp, the twitching of both lengths emptying inside of you pulling a fourth and final orgasm from you. Whimpering as they slow, feeling both men press soothing circles into your skin before Vash nods to Wolfwood, stating he has you as the dark-haired man pulls out of you, a small flood of cum following his cock. 

Reaching up and pulling your underwear from his mouth. “You’re lucky I like the taste of her on my tongue.” 

“Better than tasting those cigarettes.” Nosing into your hair as he catches his breath, a quick kiss to your hairline. “Can you get my boots off her?” Snorting, Wolfwood nods, reaching down and starting to undo the laces and removing the boots. Lines of red from how tight they were showing up on the revealed skin. 

A whimper and Vash is cooing at you. “It’s alright Mayfly. Just rest baby. We’ll take care of you.” 

Boots and jacket removed, Vash Carefully pulls you off his cock, watching as more of their mixed seed start to slowly drip from your core. “We certainly did a number on her.” Moving the bed cover and placing you closer to the wall. Moaning hand reaching out for Vash as he pulls away, only to have Wolfwood tangle his fingers with yours. Pressing a damp cloth to your abused slit and cleaning you up. 

“And I’m gonna do the same to you, ass.” Finished cleaning you up, Wolfwood stands, pulling his borrowed pants off and his dick growing hard again. “Do you have any idea how heartbroken she was?” A smack to the back of Vash’s head as he bent over to undo the lowest button the suit jacket. Rubbing a hand through his own dark hair in frustration “We both thought you were dead. And you made a comment like that about another woman when we see you again! Seriously Vash what the hell goes through that spiky head of yours?” 

Sitting at the edge of the bed Vash sighed, running a hand through your sweaty locks while you breathed deep in your sleep. “Maybe I was trying to push you guys away?” 

Feeling his anger deflate at the answer and the way Vash sounded Wolfwood let his shoulders slump. “Then talk to us, Vash.” Curling a hand around his lover's chin and tilting his head for a kiss. “You spiky-haired idiot.” 

The next time you came too, was to the sound of panting and moaning, Vash on his back and Wolfwood balls deep inside of him. Neither of them aware you were awake, you reached over settling a hand on the bulge that kept appearing and disappearing in Vash’s abdomen. Making both men glance at you. “Still mad." You mutter, eyes hooded and still half asleep. "But damn if that isn’t a sight a girl could get used to waking up to.”  

Both men smile, and Vash interlaces the fingers of his hand with yours pressing against his skin and down making both him and Wolfwood moan at the added pressure. The three of you can sort out Vash and whatever is bothering him later. For now, you just wanna watch both of your lovers fuck one another while their mixed seeds drips from inside your body.

Thanks for reading!

[spooblet]

First Trigun x Reader Post Eyyyy!!

Hi everyone! I've started this blog mainly to put all my simp needs. And maybe yours as well.

Vash, Wolfwood, and Knive's Response to: "Would you like me if I turned into a worm?" Question from (Y/n).

(Talking about Trigun's big ass worm and not the tiny one hehe)

Vash The Stampede:

The two of you were on a travel journey to go to the next city, Augusta. Regardless of how long the walk would take, the conversations help pass the time. Making it interesting to get to know Vash more and more. Everything was going well until there was a question that hit your mind. (Y/n) already knew what answer Vash was going to give, but it's the way he answered and expressed it that piqued an interest.

"Vash...I got a question for 'ya." (Y/n) changed the topic as they looked up to them.

"Huh? What is it, (Y/n)?" Vash asked, expressing his curiosity as to what his mayfly would ask him.

"...Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

There was a sudden silence between the two before Vash responded with: "I beg your pardon?" Making sure he had heard right.

“Ya…Would you still love me if I was a worm?” They asked once more, looking into his eyes. He could tell they were being genuine by the look on their expression. 

“W-Well...Ya. I’d love you in any shape or form, mayfly...but why a worm?” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked into their eyes. Even if it was the silliest question Vash had heard in his years (150 years) of living, he still wanted to give them an answer.

“...Life is filled with possibilities, Vash…Who knows, what if I turn into a worm the next day.”  

Vash only laughed at this comment only to get a light jabbed on the shoulder by them as they raised their voice a little. “I’m being dead serious!”   

“Even if you were to turn into a worm right now, I’d still take you alongside me and give you kisses everywhere.” He smiled proudly at his answer, even laughing at his own response since it was also silly. He can only imagine: ‘the humanoid typhoon and his soulmate…the worm.’ Even though (Y/n) tried to make this a serious conversation, they couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the big smile Vash displayed. 

“...What about me? Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Vash asked, slightly blushed from the question that sounded childish to even say. 

“No.”

“WHAT!?”

(Y/n) laughed by his sudden surprise. Especially on how serious he was taking the question.  

“Of course, I would. And besides…Even if you’re not human, or a plant, I’d still love you regardless, because you’re everything to me.” 

Vash looked into his lover’s eyes with shock then pure bliss by their responses. Even if this wasn’t the first time hearing this, it always warms his heart knowing that someone like (Y/n) would always be there by his side through thick and thin. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled them in for a hug, thanking them for loving him regardless.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Wolfwood leans on a metal wall of an alley, smoking a cigarette while (Y/n) sits on the floor, resting their foot from a long walk to the city they’re now in. Even if Wolfwood is a bit impatient, he’d rather have them resting instead of having to carry them on their travel. The two haven’t exchanged a word for one another, only the sound of people chatting and doing their usual business in the background. That was until (Y/n) decided that now would be a good time to ask the question that have been burning in their mind since dating him.

“Hey, Nicholas?” (Y/n) looked up at the man, meeting his eyes behind his shades.

“Hm?” 

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“...Did you lose brain cells from the heat? What the hell kind of question is that?” He looked at (Y/n) annoyed by the sudden question. 

“Just answer it.” (Y/n) demanded, but the priest rolled his eyes.

“You can’t be serious. Why the hell would anyone love a worm?” He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, overall confused as to why this was even a thing to begin with. Even the mere thought of seeing the worm was enough for Wolfwood to be slightly disgusted. 

“So you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?” The sad look in (Y/n)’s eyes as Wolfwood answered a bit harshly. With both the question and the response from (Y/n), Wolfwood looked at them confused, concerned, and annoyed by this unrealistic question. He could have just flat out lied and said yes to avoid the sad look, but he didn’t want to lie either, especially towards (Y/n) on this certain matter.  

“What? You expect me to say yes? …Where did you even come up with that anyway?” 

(Y/n) didn’t respond to his questions that kept piling up. They decided to act as if this truly did hurt their feelings, even though it was just for their entertainment. 

“I would love you if you turned into a worm, Nicholas.” 

He didn’t respond or retract his answer, instead, he just rubbed his face down with one hand slowly. “...I should just charge you for every dumb question you give me…I’d have $$50,000 double dollars by now.” 

“What the– Would you seriously do that to me!?”

“$$60,000 double dollars now.” He smirked, enjoying the reaction (Y/n) is now giving him. It all seems as though the worm topic was now out the window by this idea of being charged. Once the topic of both the worm and question fee was over, Wolfwood sat down next to (Y/n), throwing an arm over their shoulder and pulling them close to his side. The sudden action was just enough for (Y/n) to feel their cheeks burning up. They pressed their cheek against him as they heard a light chuckle coming from him as he looked down at them with fondness before speaking up. 

“...You know I love you right?” Wolfwood asked, he faced the ground for a while before turning his full attention to his significant other. (Y/n) felt his hand on their chin, guiding them to look up into his eyes as he slowly leans in.

“....But would you–”

“For heaven's sake-”

Knives Millions

It was rare to have a long interaction with Knives as he was always keeping himself busy for his plans to set perfectly. Today was one of those days when the two could finally have a decent conversation with one another. Mostly just Knives going over what was going on with the plans, what he and Conrad have discussed, and overall how long he thinks it’ll take to get the paradise he long desired for him and his siblings….and (Y/n)...maybe? The conversation slowly dyed down which was upsetting for (Y/n). Before even thinking, they called out Knives’s attention. 

“Knives, May I ask you something?” (Y/n) asked. 

“You may.” Knives responded. His arms crossed, looking down at (Y/n) to see if the question was something involving his plan or maybe worse…their future.

“Would you…love me if I was a worm…?” 

“...What?” He looked turned his full body towards (Y/n).

(Y/n) took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, trying to gather the courage to repeat the question once more to their intimidating partner. 

“I said..Would you still love me if I was a worm?” They repeated once more, only to see that Knives held onto the expression and pose as if he was still waiting. 

Silent. 

Nothing but silence filled up the room. Knives only looked at (Y/n) with a blank yet annoyed expression. ‘What? Is this a human thing?’ Knives thought to himself. Didn’t even bother to answer (Y/n)’s question due to how idiotic it was. 

“Kni-” 

“Quiet.” Knives commanded, still baffled by the weird question that was asked. He was feared by thousands of people and killed multiple humans, and yet here he is being asked if he would still have an affectionate, romantic feeling with a worm. Pathetic.

“I don’t have time for such nonsense questions of yours. If you have nothing important to ask in regard to my plans, then I suggest you keep them to yourself.” His voice was cold and stern, both of which matched his expression. His arms remain crossed as he looks away from (Y/n). There was nothing but silence in the room once more. (Y/n) felt embarrassed for even asking that, especially towards someone like Knives who couldn’t take a joke to save his life. 

“...I’ll see you later tonight…I must have a word with Conrad alone.” Knives’s words are now gentler than it was before. He walked away, leaving (Y/n) behind once more. 

A bit of confusion and anxiety crept in on (Y/n). Did they screw up? Was it offensive to him? Maybe once he comes back, they can explain to him what the meaning behind it was. While (Y/n) was alone in a room, Knives invited Conrad to a separate room to discuss something important. 

“You said this was urgent?” Conrad looked over at Knives as he looked down on the ground thinking about what just happened.

“...What is the meaning behind the question: “Would you still love me if I was a worm” doctor?”

[sebwahstian]

⌗ !! ꒰FYOATSU꒱Headcanons

Dynamic: Power Bottom Fyodor x Puppy Top Atsushi 💗

❤︎ Maybe and probably out of character or exaggerated.

❤︎ OP is a minor and a pro/com/darkshipper.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING !! DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE !! ANTI'S DO NOT INTERACT !! ⚠️

Fyodor pressures Atsushi into fucking him, if he doesn't, he rapes him.

Fyodor hates it when Atsushi tries to kiss him or touch him and he absolutely LOATHES when Atsushi tries to call him by cute nicknames.

Atsushi always tries to please Fyodor though hardly ever achieves the praise of Fyodor. When he does, it's either a very loose "good job" or his praise is meant to manipulate him.

Fyodor is definitely a guilt tripper, whenever Atsushi questions their relationship he makes him feel bad about even thinking to question their "love".

Their relationship is probably not a mutual feeling, like a one-sided love.

Fyodor often does things during sexual intercourse Atsushi doesn't want him to do on him, such as choking him with his bare hands.

Atsushi is definitely an insecure boyfriend.

Atsushi constantly tries to go through Fyodor's phone, going through private texts and probably bursts into tears if he finds anything remotely flirtatious. He also gets caught quite frequently.

Whenever Fyodor does it, he gets enraged at any text he finds flirtatious and most of the time it's small compliments or simple politeness. He get's physically abusive, and hits Atsushi with objects like glass bottles or bags.

Fyodor is extremely jealous and super protective over Atsushi, and Atsushi likes it.

Atsushi is frequently "too fast" or "too rough" during sexual intercourse and it pisses off Fyodor so much it just makes him hate Atsushi. He needs to tell Atsushi to "slow down" or "calm down" but Atsushi is sometimes too focused on his own pleasure to notice therefore makes the experience absolute shit.

Whenever they try to roleplay, Atsushi is awful at acting because he's too nervous and too horny to actually fucking pretend. (Even though it's his idea to roleplay all the time.)

The roleplay scenarios they act out are "nurse/doctor x patient", "executive x assistant", "househusband x handyman", "masseuse x massage client", "priest x church visitor" "interrogator x suspect", and "aristocrat x butler".

Atsushi loves to wear Fyodor's coat, he also loves to smell it while masturbating to the thought of Fyodor. Fyodor finds random cum stains on his coat and immediately knows who did it. (And let's them continue.)

Fyodor probably does weird shit like keeping a lock of Atsushi's hair in a small glass bottle or stealing his clothes, licking Atsushi's wounds, scars and bruises, and for some reason he wears Atsushi's shoes whenever he steals them.

Atsushi leaves many marks and hickeys all over Fyodor, mainly on his neck, thighs, chest, shoulders, and inner thighs.

For some reason, I believe Atsushi has WILD kinks and fetishes. He probably has a feet fetish and loves to worship Fyodor and every inch of his perfect, pale and slim body.

Fyodor has a multipurpose diary used as a sex diary, and to write down about the joy he feels whilst taking advantage and manipulating Atsushi. It's all written in perfect grammar and Russian so Atsushi can't read it.

He probably writes like "A profound and intoxicating euphoria envelops me, conjured in the delicate art of taking advantage of Atsushi Nakajima.", you know, in a very fancy way. "Atsushi has exhibited an insatiable lust for both my being and body.", stuff like that.

After sex is probably filled with cuddles and snuggling together, it's also the very few times Fyodor let's Atsushi kiss him. Atsushi takes advantage of that and just kisses Fyodor everywhere, like his neck, behind his ears, lips, forehead, hands, literally everywhere.

Can you guys tell I love Fyodor x Atsushi by this long ass fucking list?. . . (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) The latest chapters have been making me obsessed with it. ♡ Feel free to leave your opinions and headcanons in the comments !!

[buckysdolls]

Bodyguard

Damian Priest Oneshot

TW: Not a lot lol, some kissing now and then.

Summary: Reader ends up hurt somehow during the match like she took a hit during the match (not a tag team match) and protective judgment day but mostly protective Damian.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt @judgementdayfan1

Also, shall I make a Damian Priest series? PLEASE COMMENT YES OR NO!

You'd worked so tirelessly for this moment, fighting for the Raw Women’s Championship. The management had entrusted you with being a part of the Judgement Day and to utilise it to your advantage seeing as management were high on them. Being part of the Judgement Day had soared you to heights you never expected both professionally and personally. As soon as you joined the stable Damian took you under his wing, you felt at times he had become your personal bodyguard, during matches he was there to protect you, obviously as part of the storyline. When dues who you’d rejected kept trying to flirt with you he was always ready to tell them to jog on or scare them off, both wrestling guys, fans and random memebers of the public. It made you think, if he was protecting you from other guys was there a reaosn for it? You couldn't deny how handsome he was and how you wouldn’t say no to anything that may happen with him. But underneath all that you were just so thankful to be able to learn from a veteran like him. As soon as Priest was informed about a new person joining The Judgment Day he was hesitant, he didn’t really think the group needed a new member. When he was told it was you he quickly ate his words, he liked you. You were already estbalished in the business and knew what you were doing so he knew you wolnd’t ruin The Judgement Day’s rep. The both of you had communicated before, whenever he visited the performance centre you’d always exchange greetings and a light hearted conversation. He always liked your ínstagram pictures and occasionally left a flirty comment or emoji. 

So naturally when you joined the group he continued to flirt and as time grew… he was besotted with you. He admired your work ethic, most importantly he worshipped who you were as a person. He idolised how sweet and kind-hearted you were, nobody backstage had a bad word to say about you. The first time he kissed you you didn't want to act on your desires, you didn't want it to ruin your chances of success.

The second time was harder to resist, he had you alone and cornered in the men's locker room. One hand hoisting up your leg as he whispered how stunning you were into your ear. The nervous jitters of getting caught redhanded had been swept away by the confidence that Priest gave you when you were around him.

"If I could take you right here and now…" Priest ran his fingers down your chest until he reached the laces on your gear, slowly untying it and licking his lips as he cauht sight of your cleavege.

"Why don't you hmm?" Every moment spent with him only increased your willingness to be daring and free. Priest had brought a different side out of you, that's why in moments like this with Damian you surprised yourself.

"Think you can handle me?" His low guttural whisper sent electric shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes soaking up every kiss that he tenderly planted across your neck and roaming down to your chest causing you to groan in pleasure. By the third, fourth and fifth time it became quite obvious to other people that you and Damian were probably now exclusive as you didn't try to hide it anymore. He was happy walking around with your hand in his, his arm over your shoulder or around your waist.

Priest, Balor, Dom they were all proud of you for reaching this moment of your career. The match was running smoothly, the crowd was lapping it up, Rhea was playing her sordid role, perfectly helping you out at certain points when the ref was looking away. That was until it went black for you. Rhea winced as she had a front row seat at you landing on your head. She observed closely by leaning on the apron and noticed there wasn't much movement on your end. As Damian watched backstage he had a feeling from Rhea's face that perhaps something wasn't right, it wasn't until he locked eyes with Hunter who wore a worried face that he knew something wasn't right.

"Refs thrown up the X" Priest heard management called out as it came through their ear piece. Priest sprung into action about to walk through the curtains. Balor instantly held him back worried how Priest's reaction would reflect upon their storyline.

"Don't break kayfabe"

"I'm not leaving her out there alone" Priest removed Finn's hand that held him back. He turned to Hunter and offered him a pleading look.

"Rhea's got her" Finn attempted on keeping Priest level headed.

"Go. We can work it into the JD storyline" Hunter's words had barely left his lips as Damian sprinted through the curtains, down the ramp and sliding into the ring to be next to you. As soon as Rhea saw Damian she too joined in the ring. Rhea in role approached Bianca, your opponent, and squared up to her to allow the medical team and Pries to bring you around.The ref informed Rhea to attack Bianca to allow Bianca to win Via DQ.

Priest waited for the doctor's confirmation that he could carry you in his arms to the back, as the cameras followed Rhea and Priest continued to stay in role, to make it seem part of the programme for those watching at home. You didn't know what had happened until you woke up in the medical room. The squeeze you felt on your hand is what helped you to refocus your blurred eyesight. It was Damian's hand in yours, just knowing he was with you squashed some of your worries.

"What happened?" You groaned in discomfort, Damian shhh'd you, brushing your hair away from your face. You’d hardly seen Damian be so soft before, you were used to his tough guy, flirty persona. Priest was concerned about you, he’d never really loved anyone as hard as he did you. 

"You had an accident in the ring. Doctors say it's a concussion” Priest lingered his lips on your forehead after he kissed it.

"Yeah, I do feel sick you know” breathing heavily you slowly sat up with the assist from Damian. He perched on the end of the medical bed sitting in front of you soothingly rubbing your leg.

"You still look sexy in a concussed state" 

"You don't need to give me sympathy compliments" You frowned, stroking your temples. 

"I'm serious!" Priest widened his eyes. Your puppy dog eyes and frown only made Priest chuckle. 

“Have they said how long, I’ll be out for?” 

“Four weeks”

“Four weeks!” your mouth hung open before you slowly leant forward leaning your head on Damian’s chest wallowing in your own self pity. This would be the first time in over a year you took that much time off from work.

“You need to recover, if you throw yourself in you’ll cause more damage” Priest muscels wraaped around you, and as he did you adjusted yourself so you were sat on Priest, your legs wrapped around his midsection, like a koala bear clinging to its tree. You huffed the most loud and dramtic sigh.

“The time will fly by. And it’s only four weeks of non-contact, you’ll still be able to be out in the ring during props and at rigside.” All that left your mouth was grumpy ‘mmm’ 

The door creaked open, Rhea, Balor and Dom all popped their heads round with a mixture of relieved and anxious faces. You instantly smiled at them in an attempt to tranquil their minds.

“I’m alive” You rolled your eyes, continuing to smile. You and Priest unravelled yoursleves from each other up to allow the others to get closer to you, Rhea instantly engulfed you in a hug.

“Yo, she’s delicate” Priest playfully called out as Rhea’s hug almost winded you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just so glad you’re okay. Dude, it was so hard to contain my panic face and not break character out there”

The four of them stuck around with you until the medical team allowed you to go.

"C'mon, let's go. You can watch me sprint down the ramp to check on you and see the pure worry on my face" You leaned into Priest for not only support but for a hug. The comfort he brought you when you were in his embrace  made you feel like you were at home. The other three joined in with the hug, having them made you feel lucky to be a part of this small little family.

[gxdsfavgal]

Closet

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader

Warnings: blurb, fluff, slight religion mentioned, OBX3 spoiler, not edited

A/N: I was inspired by this oneshot and also a scene from Ginny and Georgia (I've never watched it I just remember seeing it on TikTok)

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It’s been almost a year since the Pogues came back after finding the treasure of El Dorado, the event to celebrate was close. It was hard for them, coming back from so much trauma.

My arms and home were open for them, especially for JJ. He’s always had a soft spot for me, and me for him.

A few months after they came home from South America, JJ and I decided to keep our relationship a secret. Hidden from the eyes of our parents and the whole Kildare population, except his friends.

Now here we are, JJ and his friends standing as I was in the audience clapping and cheering for them. I am truly happy for them, happy that they have peace after everything they've been through.

After they got away from the attention, the Pogues were all in a group smoking while I was distant from them, not wanting to be by them while my parents were just a few feet away.

I was admiring JJ. I felt so lucky to have him and that he finally lives a safe and healthy life. I was admiring their friendship and how it was life or death with them.

"Are you okay?" JJ asked as I flinched, not knowing he was next to me already. He giggled at my easily frightened state.

"I'm perfect." I said with a wide smile, my eyes found his sharp blue ones immediately.

"Perfect as in you're really feeling good or perfect as in you're hiding your emotions?" he stood back away from me to get a better look at me.

"Jay, I was just admiring you guys." I smiled up as him as I secretly intertwined our fingers.

"You mean admiring me, not them." he teased.

"Whatever Jayj." I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Wanna come with us on the HMS after this?"

"Y'know my parents, they won't let me since we got church in the morning." I pouted as I looked over to my parents who were coincidentally talking to the priest.

JJ threw his head back in a groan, letting out a loud and breathy sigh.

"Come over after?" I lifted my eyebrows in hope. "Through the window of course."

The side of his mouth lifted in a grin. "Yes, I'll come straight after." He gave my forearm a squeeze, knowing that if my parents saw us hug it would end differently.

"Now go." I playfully hissed at him, using my hands to shoo him towards his friends.

"Man I want to kiss you all over your face." He faked grabbing my face in the air, making a playful mad face about no PDA.

"Me too, but go seriously. Have fun." I nodded at him.

He sent me a warm smile, the smile that I knew meant that he will miss me even though it's for a few hours.

We had to get used to it. The whole not being able to hangout together, staying up on the phone all night, and stealing glances at the local restaurants.

But it never made him not want to be with me, he was committed and so was I. He understood the need to hide things from parents.

-

Late last night, JJ snuck through my window with my help. We quietly maneuvered through my room and just watched a movie, enjoying each others presence in our arms.

I fell asleep first, tired from waking up early to help set up for their event earlier in the day.

When I woke up it was already bright outside, the sun just hitting the sky. The warm air coming through my window, and the quiet chirps of the birds made it sound like a movie.

I felt a warm presence behind me and a heavy arm on my shoulder. JJ was sound sleep, his peaceful state made me smile hard.

I turned my head back around to watch the sun rise through my window, but my peace was interrupted once I saw the time on my phone.

"JJ wake up." I sat up quickly and tried to shake him awake but failed.

I quietly cussed as I thought of different ways to wake him up.

"JJ" I shook his body harder. When that didn't work, I pulled the warm blanket off of his body, the now cooler air hugging his skin.

He groaned loud so I rushed to cover his mouth with my hand. His eyes shooting open quickly, his body going into fight mode.

"Jesus." he dragged his hands over his tired eyes.

"JJ, I have to get ready for church." I pointed towards the time, hoping he was conscious enough to understand.

"So?" he settled back into the bed, his eyes already threatening to close.

I heard my parents bedroom door open, the footsteps descending to the kitchen.

"JJ please." I kneeled next to him on the bed, shaking his body again.

"Five more minutes." he mumbled into the pillow.

My patience was running low, and I did not have a lot of time until my parents came into my room to tell me to get ready. I grabbed my pillow and repeatedly hit it against JJ's shoulder, trying not to be so loud.

I heard the footsteps of one of my parents going up the stairs, I knew that their next stop was my room.

"JJ now." I pulled him up by his shirt and pushed him into my closet. His half asleep body was heavy and made a loud thud.

"Hey hun?" I heard a quiet knock on my door.

"Yes?" I pretended to have a raspy morning voice.

The door opened to reveal my dad with two mugs of tea in his hands.

"We're leaving in 30 minutes, I'll set your mug down." He pushed the door a little more to set my tea down into my desk.

"Thank you dad." I smiled at him as I rubbed at my eyes.

"Oh one more thing." He turned his body back towards me.

"Yeah?" I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"JJ, get out of the closet please."

My heart dropped out of my ass when my dad said those words.

JJ opened the door of my closet to reveal his groggy state, but the words of my father scared him awake.

"Good morning sir." JJ said nervously as he stood up straight.

"Morning JJ. Next time, just use the front door." my dad smiled at him and came towards me to leave a kiss on my head.

My dad turning his back away from us to walk out the room, our backs returning to a relaxed slouch.

"Oh and JJ?" he turned back around before reaching my bedroom door. We both straightened up again.

"Yes sir?"

"Would you like to join us at mass today?"

JJ looked at me with wide eyes, not knowing how to answer but I just shook him off; only because I didn't know how to answer.

"I- Uh- Yes. I would love to join you and your family." JJ said with a nervous smile.

"I have some clothes that could fit you. Let me get them." my dad left my room with a smile, leaving us to get ready for mass.

I sat down on my bed with my jaw on the floor and my heart pounding so hard.

"What just happened?" I looked up at JJ that stood over me.

"I don't know, but I love it." he had a soft smile on his face.

"I can't believe that happened." I giggled out into his stomach as I wrapped my arms around his hips.

"No more hiding." his palm rubbed over my back.

[judgementdaysunshine]

Damian priest X reader where he recruits them by flirting 😳

Oooh shiiii

An unexpected new beginning

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: You join the judgement day not only to have a new family but when you're also falling for the tall and attractive man that flirted with you to get you to join TJD

You stop in the middle of the ring as The Judgement Day's theme song plays while you stand over Zelina Vega, you can't help the warmth that flows over your body when you see Damian looking at you. You had been friends with Rhea when you were in NXT together before you both got moved to the WWE roster two months apart from each other, still being friends to the current day but you didn't talk or hang out together as much as you did before she joined judgement day but she never harmed or did anything to you and her teammates Finn and damian never bothered you, only saying hellos and standing ring side watching your matches which confused you and the flirting damian was doing towards you didn't help but after awhile you felt your heart swoon, your mind short circuit, and your heart race at the compliments he'd give you and whispering Spanish in your ear which he would translate immediately after which made you completely shut down. You jump out of the ring as they walk down the ramp, quickly grabbing a kendo stick from under the ring and immediately swing when you feel a hand grab you, hitting finn in his chest and shoulder which makes the other three surge forward but you swing madly as zelina gets up and walks out of the ring making you think she was leaving but you yell when she jumps on rhea and hits Dom with her own kendo stick before being thrown out of the ring as finn tackles you and hits you with the stick making you yell until he is suddenly pulled off of you, you look up to see finn across the ring and damian in front of you practically lifting you back up on your feet as you stare wide eyed as he whispers in your ear "I didn't come here to hurt you Mariposa" you look at each of the four before seeing the kendo stick across from you, feeling the fear and adrenaline sky rocket throughout your body as dom speaks. "You all know that we're adding a fifth member and you have been dying to know who" you look at the mat as he whispers to you again "No need to be nervous, your shaking" you shiver when he places his hand on your lower back, lightly rubbing small circles on your back as you squeeze your hands "Now as a lot of you see, this woman here is much stronger than anyone knows right?" the crowd yells and cheers in agreement as the other three watch damian talk and walk around you but he also puts his hand on your arm and face to show you not to be afraid "We have seen that and we decided that she would complete this team, this group, but most importantly...our family" you look up feeling everything you thought go out the window as he puts his fingers under your chin. You had never felt like you truly had anyone on your side or any type of family but you suddenly feel like you mattered and that you were enough as you close your eyes tightly to stop the tears until you feel a hand on your shoulder and one on your face, you open them and damian pulls you to his chest as you wrap your arms around him and quietly cry feeling your hands grabbed and squeezed and a hand on your arm, turning your head to see finn to your left, dom behind damian holding your left hand while Rhea was holding your right, squeezing back tightly as you feel damian's lips on your forehead which made you smile as you pull away and looking at all of them, grabbing all of them for a group hug before walking backstage together, gently pulling damian away and sharing a warm kiss that melted his soul agreeing to his proposed lunch date.

[caliburn-the-sword]

fhh ch52 to end

i want you to imagine me hunched over my bowl of caramel icecream at my desk, shovelling spoonfulls of icecream into my mouth, and staring blankly at the wall, brainwashed orion style. that was me comprehending everything i've read so far and preparing for what's coming. i am not ready for this

PHOEBE BELOVED HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO YOU i'm bundling her up in my warmest blankets, putting her in a nest of pillows, brewing her a cup of tea, anything to ease her after what she went through

silas that motherfucker i can't stand to see him he better have had done something redeeming

omg he kept the torturers away from her <3

OMG I WAS RIGHT THAT HE'S A QUINTUPLE AGENT AND WAS NEVER WITH LADY HONG HE TAINTED EVERY VIAL OF OLIVER'S BLOOD

yesss i need to see phoebe hit him after everything she's been through

MESSY FRIEND BREAKUP OVER THEY'RE KISSING

slay phoebe kill those fucking ronin colonising imperialists

rosalind and orion are getting closer and closer to realising phoebe is priest omfg

it's almost nostalgic to hear that the scarlet gang are back

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck i should have known alisa wasn't safe when she was caught but the letter was so convincing and also my brain is melting just a little bit. seagreen and co are walking into a trap fuck

FASJCAKEJ THE WAY OLIVER IS REVEALING TO CELIA THAT PHOEBE IS PRIEST HAS ME DYING LMAO

fuckk they've been kidnapped

OHHH so rosalind was checking the bathtub because alisa hid it there. i literally forgot that. geniuses

ALISA HAS BEEN FREE FOR DAYS FAKSJFA WHAT A FUNKY LITTLE GUY I LOVE HER

IDC IF THAT'S YOUR HUSBAND'S MOTHER DON'T BE STUPID ROSALIND DON'T GIVE HER THE VIAL

ORION NO

ORION OMFG NO

thank fucking goodness for phoebe holy shit my heart is racing i want to cry forever

ORION YOU IDIOT I LOVE YOU WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT OMG NOW HE'S GOING TO DIE. ROSALIND HAD TIME AND HE DIDN'T

surprisingly tender act from lady hong??? genuinely a big surprise. still hate her

"I'll get you the world if you need it." okay mr silas you've now fully earned back my love, support and admiration. he deserves phoebe <3

aww rosalind and orion share a blood type. how romantic <3

damn rosalind is no longer fortune. the end of an era

DAFFODILS

ORION IS AWAKE

lol girlboss breadwinner rosalind and her malewife househusband orion <3

enemies to lovers?? no. enemies WHILE lovers. no one's doing it like philas is

aww and now rosorion are also married <3

[gurugirl]

for priest harry i can imagine him getting her a little bell for her collar that rattles every time she moves or like he can have her hanging face up from the bed while he fucks her throat and every time her throat bulges, the bell moves and jingles omg or he’s hitting it from behind and all you hear is skin, he gargled noises she’s making muffled by the ball gag, and the little jingle from the bell

A Bell For Xmas 🔔

A/n: Love the idea and felt I could use it for a quick little xmas thing. Hope you enjoy! 2.8k words Priestrry one shot

Warning: Smut, sub/dom relationship, anal sex, religious themes

Priestrry Masterlist

When Harry got home from church Y/n was in the kitchen making dinner. He’d texted her that he was on his way so she figured she’d get dinner started. He was at the church most days during Christmastime. Everyone wanted to go and get their end-of-year confessions out of the way before the new year had begun.

Y/n joined him sometimes. But only when it made sense for her to go. Last week was an exciting visit. The church was only a block away from their little house so it was easy for her to walk there and back.

She loved being able to visit him. Most people in the church just thought she was some young woman who recently moved to the area (not untrue). They had no idea the little secret that she and the priest had. Especially when she stayed after most of the people had left after their confessional time.

It happened a few times that Y/n would go into the confessional and start to tell him all her naughty sins. Sometimes they treated it like foreplay and Harry would send her home to wait for him. Others he would make her suck him off in the confessional box, tying her wrists behind her back with a rosary.

“I need to be punished so badly, Father. I’m naughty all the time and all I can think about is sucking cock and being spanked.”

Harry smiled and breathed out a quiet laugh, “Go on my dear. Confess before me and the Lord all of your sins.”

Y/n’s list of lustful sins was long and the more she spoke about all the things she wanted, the softer and whinier her voice became. She was getting herself worked up. Harry knew she could easily get into a subspace with him so he had to be careful or others might see her after and wonder if she was okay.

“Good girl. Is that all?” he spoke quietly and pressed his cock down. She was getting him hot and his prick was thickening up fast.

“I think so. Oh! One more thing, Father. I also had anal sex for the first time recently and I loved it so much that I begged for it again and again for days and days after,” she moaned her words quietly, “He gives it to me so good and I find it really hard to feel bad about it because it’s so yummy, Father.”

Harry closed his eyes and tucked his bottom lip into his mouth. He was going to need to pack up and go back home because now he was solid in between his legs and his pet was dangling all of their secrets in front of him. Normally he’d take her right in the confessional box but on this day there were people around. More people than normal. Christmas time made everyone want to hang around the church longer than was necessary.

Harry told her what her penance would be and told her to go home. He was barely holding it together.

“But, Father? What about you? I need you…” she whispered her words with a pout.

“I’ll be home soon. Get yourself ready.”

It was a long night for the priest and his pet. After he finished coming on her breasts they put up the Christmas tree together and strung up lights in the living room. Stockings hung on the windowsill since there was no fireplace in their Louisville parsonage.

But today, when Harry arrived home he smelled the food being prepared in the kitchen and he entered to find his sweet pet wearing an apron and her collar only. She had her hair in a ponytail and turned to see Harry just as he walked in.

“Father! Missed you so bad today,” she wrapped her arms around him and he kissed the top of her head.

“Missed you too, pet. Smells good,” he spoke against her forehead and Y/n backed away and looked up at him with a bright smile.

“I hope you like it. Just a little something for us. I knew you’d be hungry. You’ve been gone all day.”

Harry watched her as she walked back to the stove, her bottom on display for him. He smiled when he remembered the little present he’d gotten her.

“I’ve got you an early Christmas present. Think it will be a nice addition to your collar.”

Harry reached into the bag he took with him to the church and pulled out a little bell, making it jingle as he raised it upward.

Y/n turned and saw it in his hand and she smiled as she put the lid back onto the pot and hurried toward Harry, “Wow. It’s really pretty too. Thank you, Father.”

The bell was small but it was golden and had a clasp that would hook onto her collar. The sound of the bell was soft and sweet. Harry thought it would be cute. He also liked that the noise wasn’t as loud and ridiculous as most bells he looked at. This one was dainty and pretty. It wasn’t much but he knew she’d like it. She’d mentioned getting a bell to put on it for Christmas and he loved the idea.

“You can wear it when you want. But let’s see it now,” Harry took the bell from her and hooked it into her the loop at the front of her collar and smiled, “Very pretty.”

Y/n nodded and the bell tinkled as she moved. She put her hand over the metal and grinned, “Now you’re gonna know where I am at all times.”

During dinner, Harry couldn’t help but imagine his little pet on all fours being fucked while her bell was trilling away. So instead of letting her clean up after dinner like he normally would, he put his hand on her inner thigh and slowly moved it upward. Y/n put her fork down and leaned back into her chair. She watched Harry as he scraped his nails upward on her soft skin and then with his other hand he grasped her chin and turned her to face him, “I think it’s time to break the little bell in. What do you think, pet?”

Y/n nodded quickly, “Oooh… yes, Father.”

Harry stood from his chair and Y/n followed, getting up and looking up at him to watch his next move.

“Let’s start right here,” Harry said. He walked behind Y/n and kissed her neck and then up to the shell of her ear and leaned in, pushing her down toward the table until she was bent over it, her chest and cheek flat to the wood,  her feet on the floor.

Harry palmed over her bottom and pinched her soft skin. Her little red apron was still tied around her waist. Harry ducked down to kiss each of her bum cheeks and Y/n stayed still with a smile on her face.

When Harry nudged her feet apart he got onto his knees and smoothed a finger through her crack and then spread her labia for him. She had tiny bruises along the insides of her thighs and Harry applied warm kisses to them and pressed his mouth upward until his nose was poking into her slit. Harry grasped onto her thighs and began to swipe his tongue up and down her wetness and pulled at her bottom, spreading her so he could see everything.

Harry kissed gently over her pussy and then slid a hand around her front to play with her clit as he continued lapping at her.

Y/n’s little moans and gasps got louder and when Harry’s fingers rubbed over her clit with just enough friction she jumped the tiniest bit and her bell trilled.

Harry backed away and chuckled a little, “Sounds so pretty,” and then smacked her bottom, making the little bell sound off again.

Y/n groaned and closed her eyes. She had her palms flat on the wooden table under her as the priest ate her cunt.

Suddenly, Harry stood up and swatted her bottom again, a few times for good measure, causing the bell to chime with each strike.

Harry unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor, pulling his erection out of the front of his briefs, and then slapped his heavy cock down onto Y/n’s bottom before sliding his tip through her crease, wetting himself with her.

Without warning, he pushed himself in. Nice and warm and just like home. He closed his eyes and sighed when he felt her around him. Y/n grunted at his sudden intrusion.

When Harry began thrusting into her, just like he imagined, her bell sounded. Jingling with each press of his cock inward. Then the table began to move a little bit, each rock of his hips causing quite the ruckus with the weight of him smacking into her, and the table under her being used for leverage.

Harry looked down to where he was sheathed by her pussy and he groaned, “So pretty pet. So good,” and then smacked her bottom, the sting of his palm on her skin making her yelp.

“I’m your good girl, Father,” she moaned as she tried pushing herself back onto him, moving her own hips.

Harry stopped his movements and gave her another smack and grabbed the back of her neck to lift her up to his chest, “If you’re my good girl, then you’ll stay still while I fuck this pretty pussy.”

He let her go and she fell back into the table. The chime of the bell was soft and sweet.

Harry pulled out and grasped his cock as he stepped out of his pants on the floor and pointed at Y/n, “Stay.”

He came back a moment later with his bottle of lube and poured a healthy amount over Y/n’s backside and pushed it into her bum. He stuffed his thumb inside and, pulling and pushing a bit, kept his hand around his throbbing dick.

“Gonna stuff your bum with my cock. How’s that sound, pet?” Harry removed his thumb and pressed his fleshy crown to her little hole and she nodded in time with the bell, “Yes. Please, Father.”

Harry had recently introduced her to anal sex. He had been hesitant to try it with her in the beginning because she’d never done anything anally before. He did finger her bum a few times and she really liked that, but the lead-up to actual anal sex took some time. A bit of training. But she was always so eager and happy to learn.

Harry poured a bit more lube over his shaft and began to push in. The sight alone could make him come. Watching as he stretched her open. Y/n automatically put her hands on her cheeks and spread them for him.

He worked her open slowly, rolling his hips in and out until he’d gotten past the initial tightness. Y/n moaned deeply and her mouth was hung open when he started to fuck her bum.

Y/n loved anal. She wasn’t totally sure how much she’d love it at first, but she wanted to do anything Harry wanted, and she trusted him so she was more than happy to try. The first time he got his cock inside of her all the way she felt like she’d only ever want anal from then on. It did hurt at first, the first bit of pushing in. The burn of the stretch was painful, but Y/n liked pain so that did not deter her. But the feeling of him long and hard, moving inside of her was not like it was in her pussy. It was different, more sensitive, and she came very fast. Harry was even surprised by how fast she’d come the first time. He honestly didn’t expect her to come from anal sex at all. At least not the first time. But of course, Y/n was his pet. She was perfect for him.

Y/n’s noises were choked and gurgled as Harry gasped and drove his cock into her. Her red Christmas apron was all wet at the front from Y/n’s drenched pussy, and her bell was ringing away.

“All of your holes are mine, aren’t they pet?” Harry spoke his words in breathy pants.

Y/n tried to respond but she was already well on her way to her orgasm and she grunted and moaned a yes the best she could. Harry found that Y/n couldn’t speak much once her bum was full of his cock, so he went easy on her, not forcing her to speak like he had the first time they had sex this way. He did learn quickly, though, that anal sex was like gagging her a way. She would always become very subby once she came from anal sex, another thing he loved.

“S’right. Good girl. Taking my cock like you own it. Oh but that’s right. Fuck, you do own this cock.” Harry moaned and Y/n’s body stiffened when she began to groan and shiver under him.

Y/n’s cries were loud. Harry was thankful that their neighbors couldn’t hear them. He loved their new parsonage with its extra bit of privacy.

He fucked into her bum until she stopped crying and shaking in her orgasm and then very slowly and gently pulled himself out as he rubbed over her bottom softly.

He pulled her up and she was like a rag doll. Her eyes were barely open but she had a big smile on her face, red cheeks, and tears down her face. Harry kissed her and the bell continued to ring with all of her movements.

“Can I come down your throat, my sweet pet?” He asked her as he ran his fingers into her hair to move it off her face.

Y/n nodded, “Yes. Please, Father. Want all of your come inside of me. I’m an empty vessel for your sperm.”

Harry smiled and kissed her lips again before shoving some of the plates on the table to the side. Harry assisted Y/n in getting onto the table, lying on her back with her head dangling off the side.

Harry was twitching and throbbing. He was so close to coming.

He leaned over Y/n’s body and lifted the little apron and took one of her hands and placed her fingers on her clit, “Rub your clit. You get to come again, my love.”

Y/n immediately began circling her clit and Harry angled his cock down and pushed his head past her lips and slowly further into her throat. The bell chimed when he slid into her throat far enough. The bulk of his shaft made her throat move under her collar, causing the bell to ring.

Harry watched her throat bulge with him on each thrust and she gagged around him as she continued pressing her fingers over her clit. Harry pushed her apron down so he could grasp onto her breasts and pinch her nipples as he fucked her throat. Y/n’s moans over his cock felt so good.

Just before either could reach their climax, the next-door neighbors had some guests. Carolers were outside singing O’ Come All Ye Faithful.

Harry gasped as his cock twitched and Y/n swallowed around him. He pulled out to give her a bit of air. She panted and continued swirling her fingers. Harry leaned over her and sucked on her right breast before pushing himself back down into her throat. Her bell never giving up.

… joyful and triumphant!

O’ come ye, o’ come ye to Bethlehem!

Y/n gurgled and her legs began to shake. Harry could feel her breathing heavy puffs of hot air out of her nose as she moaned on him.

Harry’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His cock began to pulse when Y/n squeezed her legs shut as she began to come.

O’ come, all ye faithful

O’ come, all ye faithful

O’ come, all ye faithful!

“Oh fuck, pet! Fuck!” Harry’s cock began to spurt down her throat and he braced himself with his hands on the table as his orgasm took over.

O’ come, let us adore him

O’ come, let us adore him

Christ the Lord

Harry slowly pulled his cock from her mouth and Y/n sucked him as he slipped out of her mouth. She liked keeping him in her mouth, especially when she was subby.

She lay flat on the table, breathing heavily with a smile.

Harry helped her sit up and kissed her as he steadied her onto the floor to stand.

O’ come all ye faithful to Bethlehem!

Harry straightened her apron out and flicked her little bell with a big grin, “Is it time for a bath, my love? Need me to hold you and take care of you now, huh?”

Y/n nodded, “Yes, Father. Thank you.”

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[dollivication]

hii its.. its me again..

so.. priest!v.. but hes actually a sorcerer not a real priest and thats js a cover:3 He comes to town looking for a virgin for one of his sacrifices or sum

the church absolutely loves him!! they have no idea of his true nature, they js think hes their holy priest and they admire him for that Hes pretty much their prophet:( hes js a very good actor:( kinda like the fortuna cult in dmc4 skkfkejr

he finds nun!user on the church once and hes like.. absolutely sure that theyre the chosen one for his sacrifice!! theyre js too pretty, theyll be perfect for it:333 so he uses his status as a very trusted and respected priest to manipulate user into trusting him by lovebombing them, telling them theyre special, that theyre the chosen ones (he js doesnt tell what theyre being chosen for lol) and user falls right into the trap bc how can they not? thats the most respected priest their church have!! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

so he takes them to a forest or sum empty place to finally accomplish his whole mission:3 by the very end when hes ready to perform the sacrifice— he js cant bring himself to actually do it:( he realizes that he became wayyy to infactuated w user to let them go js like that:(

but now user knows his true nature so he needs to act fast!! he ends up seducing them and once again they js cant say no to him not even when they know thats hes a dirty unholy sorcerer<\\\3 so he DOES take users virginity but not in the way he planed to 🫨🫨

to avoid the backlash or risking anyone ever knowing he js packs his shit and leaves before they even notice his absence. of course hes also taking user w him bc theyre his now duhhh!! Maybe they create their own crazy cult in some new place who knows:3

this ones been tickling my brain i need to scream it to the world omfg im cryingkkdkfkdjf

THIS WAS SO??? THIS HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLF.. ANON PLWASE IM LITERALLY ON MY KNEES FOR PRIEST/SORCERER!V……. i LOVE YU SAUR MICH??

he’s literally so “perfect”, everyone relies on him and he promises salvation! whats not to trust?? he KNOWS that he’s pretty much got the entire town wrapped around his finger, he’s not ashamed to do some subtle browsing in women! but he’ll get pretty disheartened, some of the women already have children therefore are NOT virgins, and the others have such dirty minds :/ he needs someone PURE!! that’s the only way he believes his sacrifice can be complete.

so when user fits that criteria, best BELIEVE he’s doing everything in his power to lure user in! and because they’re so innocent, and because he’s got a pretty solid reputation, user is swoooooning :3 his touches grow bolder, his praise becomes more personal. even playing his cards right, he can’t help but actually feel something for his little ol user (◞‸◟) they’re just so… unaware of the corruption he can’t help but take a bit of pity

that small amount of sympathy got out of hand quickly.. he just can’t do the sacrifice!! so the next thing he does is ease user into a trance-like state, kissing them all over while whispering about how he was gonna bring heaven to them. user is so confused and squirmy, but he makes do, because it’s sooo cute to see their face scrunch up when he fills them with his seed<3

as soon as post nut clarity hits, he is IMMEDIATELY thinking “ah nah i gotta get tf out of here”. user is so drunk off his touches that they’re terribly compliant with everything he says, even when he tells them they’re gonna run away together someplace new. they trust him, don’t they? then they’ll know that he only means well and knows what’s best for them >.<

bless yu.. SO MUCH ANON!!! this is itching my brain very very nicely… i want him so BAD ITS SO HORRENDOUS

[whydontyousaeso]

can you please do an Damian Priest X Fem Reader Story (fluff with a little angst),,

They are both WWE Superstar's and also Dating (their relationship is also involved in The Judgment Day) and Reader has match against Zoey Stark and gets injured really badly and she's out of action and alone at their shared home and he's cames back home from an month long tour and reader is missing being together on the road with him and tear up and he comforts her immediately🥺

Home again

Damian preist x fem Reader

Warnings- talk about details of injury(broken arm), small depression rut, none other besides that

Type- Angst that goes into fluff

A/n- hiiii tysm for being my first request ily 🫶🫶 honestly this is a bit more angsty then it is fluff, but I tried my best with the prompt you gave me ! Feel free to send in some more if you like this, love you guys!

This month had been hell for you.

Before you were stuck at home you were on Monday night raw, prepping for a match with your boyfriend, Damian Preist, and Rhea.

As you stretched out you listened to Rhea prep you up, this wasn’t that big of a match, but it would boost your career as a women’s star.

And if you could do that, you could win the royal rumble and take the championship from Iyo.

That was the plan.

That was always the plan.

You and Zoey had been feuding for a while. It started with a small argument between you and her, then spiraled into something bigger and bigger.

You watched on the screen in front of you, Kayla was interviewing her.

“When I get out there, I’m gonna make sure the break every bone in her body!”

Yeah right.

Yeah, right?

You never really took threats like that seriously. After all, if Shayna tried anything or if it got too rough Rhea could just interfere.

You didn’t expect them to actually be serious though.

“You got this mi amor, I love you”

You smiled and kissed Damian on the cheek

“I love you too D!”

The match started out well, you had the upper hand and you were working the crowd well with Rhea.

It wasn’t until she started to try and put you in the arm bar that you noticed something was odd.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

This was weird. She wasn’t even doing it right.

“Hey! What the fuck?!”

It wasn’t until she pulled all the way back and you felt your arm crack that you finally got the answer.

Luckily the ref saw as well, stopping the match instantly.

As soon as the bell rung Rhea was at your side, asking what was wrong and trying to get medical attention to you.

All you could really do was hold your now broken arm and wail in pain.

Eventually medics did come out and they were able to get you on a stretcher and roll you out. And luckily your boyfriend was waiting as soon as you hit backstage.

“Mi amor..”

Even with you being face to face with your boyfriend you couldn’t speak. How pathetic.

Unfortunately he wasn’t able to go with you either because he had tag titles to defend.

How unfortunate

It turned out that Zoey broke both your arm and collarbone. Putting you on the sidelines for a while.

Potentially out of the royal rumble.

So as you sat at your shared home, you had done nothing but sit in this spiral of what could’ve happened instead.

You hadn’t been able to properly shower because of the cast, and what you ate was minimal.

You felt horrible.

And you just wanted your boyfriend.

Oh how you missed your sweet, loving boyfriend.

You were able to call him every night, thank god. But still you just needed him to hold you close to him and tell you that everything was gonna be okay.

Fortunately, he was set to come home soon. But until then it was hell.

You were stuck in your bed all day, not being able to get up, but finally you heard the door open and a bag drop.

“Y/n?”

“I’m in here D”

It took less then 15 seconds for him to run to your bedroom.

You looked up at him and instantly burst into tears, feeling so many emotions jumbled into one small moment.

“Shhhh, it’s okay mi amor, it’s okay”

You melted into his touch, feeling his hands wrap around your cheeks, wiping away every tear that fell down.

“Damian, I missed you so much”

“Shhh I know, I’m right here now, don’t worry baby girl.”

You leaned into his chest, letting yourself feel the way it rose up and fell with every breath.

Suddenly you were at peace again. Your tears slowed down and all the emotions you had that was previously overwhelming you went away.

You closed your eyes and listened to his sweet mumbling, allowing yourself to finally release all the tension that you had built up.

You didn’t care about the rumble

You didn’t care about Zoey

And you didn’t care about the huge ass cast on your arm

You just cared about him.

His voice was smooth and deep, you could tell that he was talking with his chest this time.

Just the way you liked it.

As he heard and felt you had calmed down he helped you sit up better so that you guys were eye to eye.

“Do you feel better cariño?”

You nodded, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

His warm cheek felt good against your cold lips.

He smiled and pulled you closer to him, kissing your neck in the process.

“How about we shower together, that way I can help you and we can both unwind. Then we can order some food and eat together.”

The idea had never sounded better.

Luckily Damian knew how to take care of your hair, and body in general. The shower felt amazing with him, especially since he was able to help in ways you hadn’t been able to due to your injury.

As you sat on your shared bed you smiled, this was how things were supposed to go. You watched Damian come back into the room with some pizza, plopping it right beside you before crawling into the bed.

You started to reach for the box, but Damian stopped you.

“Don’t worry Mami, let me feed you”

You groaned a little

”But Damiannn, you’re tired too!”

“Don’t worry about it cariño, you just focus on being pretty, which is natural for you”

You groaned again, listening to Damian chuckle softly as he pressed a piece of pizza to your lips.

You ended up smiling again though, you wouldn’t have this any other way.

[foxes-that-run]

Wine, Drug and Antidote Haylor theme

Wine / Alcohol

Taylor

Clean “you’re still all over me like a wine stained dress I can’t wear anymore”

Death by a Thousand Cuts “my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust” and "I get drunk, but it's not enough ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby"

False God “got the wine for you”

Willow “lost in your current like a priceless wine”

Maroon “your roommate’s cheap ass screw top rose" and “The burgundy on my tshirt when you splashed your wine into me”

Paris “cheap wine make believe it’s champagne”

Dress: I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

The 1: Rosé flowing with your chosen family

August: August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'cause you were never mine

Ivy: Or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become, and drink my husband’s wine

Need "Desire is the sound of the whiskey / Telling me you miss me Can you come around?"

Gorgeous"Whiskey on ice, Sunset and Vine, you’ve ruined my life by not being mine"

“Slut!”: And if I’m gonna be drunk, might as well be drunk in love

End Game: I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna be drinking on a beach with you all over me

Delicate: We can’t make any promises now can we babe, but you can make me a drink

Dress: I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

Cruel Summer: I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Cardigan: Dancing in your Levi’s, drunk under a streetlight

Harry

Olivia, “This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love”

Already Home “a bottle of wine, pretending it’s fine”

Changes “god bless the young hearts sippin cheap wine

Grapejuice "I'm so over whites and pinks", "A bottle of rouge” and “Just me and you 1982" and “grapejuice blues”

Little Freak “red wine and ginger ale”

Keep Driving “wine glass, puff pass”

Pick you up "We don't need wine, we need water"

Medicine "I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted"

From the Dining Table "Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon"

Satellite "Do you wanna talk? / We share the last line / Then we drink the wall"

Medicine, Anti-dote, drugs and addiction

Taylor

Clean "Ten months sober, I must admit / Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it / Ten months older, I won't give in / Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it"

Death by a thousand cuts "Gave up on me like I was a bad drug"

Don’t Blame Me: Lord, save me, my drug is my baby, I’ll be using for the rest of my life

Illicit Affairs: A drug that only worked the first few hundred times

Bejewelled “some guy said my auras moonstone just cuz he was high” 

Harry

Muse as a drug/addiction

Meet me in the Hallway "I just left the bedroom Give me some morphine / Is there any more to do?"

Daylight - “ You got the antidote I'll take one to go, go, please”

Golden "I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) / Of who I am, and all I've ever known / Lovin' you's the antidote",

Ever Since New York "Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote"

End of the Day "Twenty minutes later, wound up in the hospital / The priest thinks it's the devil, my mum thinks it's the flu / But, girl, it's only you"

Medicine - "I'm here to take my medicine, take my medicine / Treat you like a gentleman / Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline"

Make my day "She asked me to choke her, I play along / Hit me like a ray of light, straight to my veins"

Complicated Freak "I still crave it, complicated freak"

Taking drugs / being high

Ophelia "Why don't we get a little high and crazy?"

Daylight "You were just doing cocaine In my kitchen, you never listen" and "I'm on the roof / You're in your airplane seat / I was nose bleedin'"

Keep Driving "Cocaine, side boob / Choke her with a sea view"

Pop tart "A coked up little Pop-Tart" (I think not Haylor)

Kiwi "Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up"

Cinema "I bring the pop to the cinema / You pop when we get intimate"

(See also @womanexile's post on Wine)

[triplesilverstar]

The wheels of fate can't be stopped

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader

CW: Sick, past reveal, medical inaccuracies, kidnapping, character death, self-sacrifice, heartbreak, body dysmorphia, orgasm, plant dick, oral sex, p in V sex, creampie, being abandoned.

Word count: Roughly 11K words

A/N: Well part three… and a whole train of angsts.

A familiar figure from your past reappears with a new name. At the same time, a certain dark-haired priest arrives and your little slice of paradise is falling through your fingers.

Just in time for the one-year anniversary of episode 12 of Trigun Stampede and the 29th of the first printing of Trigun.

You chuckle as you feel a rough palm trail down your thigh just under the surface of the water in the tub. “Really? Are you ready for another round again?” 

“I’m always ready for another round with you.” A shifting of the water and the scared chest you're leaning against moves and a pair of chapped lips press into your damp locks. “You’re the one that needs to recover my Sweetness.” You chuckle because he's not wrong, in the time since the two of you had first become intimate its always the same. You're exhausted long before Eriks is even winded. 

“I don't know where you find all that stamina but I wish I could match it.” Leaning more of your weight back against his chest and curling your fingers between his before lifting your intertwined hands to kiss his knuckles. “We'd probably never leave the bedroom.” 

“We would, Lina would yell how we make too much noise.” You laugh, thinking back on the past few months and the change in your lives and living arrangements. For a short while you and Eriks had tried to stay in your separate rooms. 

Except neither of you stayed in said rooms once the sunset. 

The first night afterward you crept into Eriks bed with a soft statement of how you were cold, and Eriks had answered how he couldn't have that. 

The next night Eriks crept into your bed saying he could hear you coughing and wanted to make sure you were alright. By alright he meant curled up in his arms with your head above his heart and his fingers sliding down the bare skin of your back. 

“The two of you aren't subtle at all.” Lina had snorted the next morning as you both stepped out of your room dressed. Yet after a week even Granny was rolling her eyes at the pair of you. After that, the two of you did a little furniture rearranging so your two dressers were in your room, not that you needed that much space since everything you owned just filled a single drawer. Yet you knew Eriks had a few things he kept tucked away and you respected his privacy, the only thing you had asked him was what drawers he didn't want you going into. 

Then came your attempts at soundproofing the room. Attempts because so far the only thing that seemed to work was when your mouths were locked together and you swallowing the other's noises of pleasure. 

“On the subject of getting out of things, the waters starting to cool. We should get out.” You grumble, Eriks is right but between your bedroom at night and the occasional shared bath you don't have a lot of alone time. “Don't be like that Sweetness, I don't want you getting a cold again.” 

You slump down more in the water so you can lean farther back to look at Eriks. Even like this, the adoration for you is clear in his eyes. “I really don't wa-” 

“Come on! Other people need to use the bathroom you two!” Lina. If you've ever thought of her as a younger sister right now she also hits the annoying younger sibling box with her antics. 

“I swear that girl has the worst timing.” Grumbling under your breath only for Eriks to chuckle as his hands wrap around your arms to help you to your feet and out of the tub just in front of him. 

“Or great timing to make sure you don’t try something.” That makes you smile since you have been known to try and extend bath time with your hand around his length. “Now come on Sweetness, we have a full day ahead of us. The three of us are supposed to head into town to pick up supplies.” 

“Right.” You’d forgotten, drying your skin and pulling on your clean clothes while Eriks does the same. Watching him dress always makes you feel something in your core, just the way his fingers move makes you hum in pleasure knowing those same digits are just as dexterous with your body as the buttons and snaps of his clothing. 

“Stop thinking naughty things.” Chuckling as you’re called out by the man before both of you head through the door as Lina rushes past the two of you. 

“Get out!” You shake your head as she hurries past you and slams the door behind you. 

“I guess she needed to go.” Smirking as Eriks loops one of his arms around you and starts to guide you towards the kitchen to wait for the teen before the three of you head into town. 

As you pick up your groceries and some of Granny’s pain medication a group you had never hoped to see returns to town. Grabbing Lina by the back of her shirt as their truck goes by and you yank her into the alley beside you and Eriks as the bandits raid the bank. Wincing at the carnage. 

“This town belongs to Vash the Stampede now, so you better do as we say!” It makes your stomach churn, missing the way Eriks flinches as you stare at the stoic figure perched atop the armored vehicle. 

They might look like the wanted posters for Vash the Stampede, but you know better.

It’s the leader of your old gang, the one that left you behind with a laugh several years ago. Now he’s pretending to be Vash and your blood boils at them using the most feared outlaw's name for their own benefit. He left you to die, and if it hadn’t of been for Lina’s parents you’d be dead for certain. 

“That guy needs his ass kicked” slapping your hand over the teens mouth as she pulls your attention away from the man you had once thought of as your friend and perhaps a little something more. “We are not the ones to do it, Lina. That man isn’t a good man, trust me.” Turning your head more towards Eriks and biting your lip as you take notice of the tremble in his hand. “I think we should get back home before we’re spotted.” Part of you wondering what the reaction of your old bandit group would be if they saw you again, part of you knows you don’t want to find out. 

“Home, sounds like a good idea.” Nodding Eriks adjusts the bags in his arms before swallowing, keeping to the shadows of the back alleys of town towards the outskirts where your home is.

The most difficult part of the journey trying to keep Lina from screaming what kind of cowards they are while Eriks peers around every corner before the three of you dart across the open spaces. Lina doesn’t remember the first time the group came to town, she was too young and you’re glad for that. Shoving your own guilt down at the life you once lived, but you were done with that now and hiding with Granny to try and make up in some way for that. 

Once your little home is in view as the door closes behind you, you can’t help but sigh and sag with relief. Rubbing the back of your neck and looking to the floor hoping you had get your hammering heart to slow down. 

“What the hell is wrong with you two!” She’s mad, turning with her hands in fists as she stomps her foot in frustration. 

“Lina! Language!” Snapping at her while still trying to soothe some of the tension from your body. 

“What in the world?” Sheryl makes her appearance from the kitchen and you see the way she glances across the three of you. No doubt taking in your body postures and the strain the three of you seem to be holding. 

“Bandits showed up in town Granny! And they didn’t do-”

“There was nothing we could do Lina.” Cutting the young lady off Eriks wears a grimance, his mouth a firm line on his handsome face. “If we had been seen we would have been killed like the people in the bank.”

“You don’t know that!” 

“Yes.” Your voice is flat and void of any emotion. “We do Lina.” You hate to break the little spitfire and her view of the world but you have to, there are some fights that it is easier to just back down or not engage in. No matter how wrong it is. “Those bandits aren’t the kind of people to let anyone that stands up to them live.” Raising your head towards Granny you catch her eyes, and see the glimmer of understanding in them. 

You don’t need to voice that you know who these bandits are and Sheryl understands why you won’t go more into detail. Instead, you follow behind Eriks who heads into the kitchen with the bags and leave the two blood relatives to talk because, for the first time in ages, you feel like this isn’t a conversation for you to be a part of. 

Working in silence to put the items you bought in their proper place you can sense the tension growing thicker between you and Eriks. You’re trying to avoid being too close to him, you don’t deserve to be with all the things you’ve done. Yet every step feels like your mind betraying you and your attempts to wallow as you remember the happy memories since you started living with Granny and Lina. 

Granny swatting your fingers when you tried to swipe fresh baked goods from under her nose. Her oven mitts on her hands as she glared at you with a look that could have sent the devil himself running. 

Learning to cook under Granny’s instructions, for a while your fingers had been covered in small knicks from the paring knife as you learned how to peel vegetables.  

Laughing with Lina when a bag of flour fell from a higher cupboard, coating the entire space in white while Granny yelled at the two of you about being more careful. 

You also have more than a few happy memories with Eriks in the kitchen that keep invading your mind since his arrival as well, running as if pictures in a book. 

Lina blowing out the candles on her birthday cake with enough force that some of the frosting ended up on Eriks shirt. 

Granny using Eriks as an extended arm for the shelves she could no longer reach without a stool, ordering him around like a little boy as she made sweets instead of the grown man he was. 

Eriks leaning his weight against you from behind as you tried to make stew, him whispering in your ear directions on what you needed to do to make the broth thicker. Only for him to get kicked by Lina with her yelling about him needing to keep his flirting to your bedroom. 

“Are you alright?” You don’t remember when you finished putting things away, lost in your head but as Eriks rests his larger scared hand over yours you’re returned to the present. 

Shifting your head to look up into his eyes, taking note of the bland expression he’s still wearing though the concern in those beautiful orbs is hard to hide. You should tell him the truth about those bandits, but you’re still as selfish as when you were one of those assholes. Shaking your head as you curl into his standing form, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist as you lean against his chest. “No.” 

He doesn’t say anything more for now, instead returning the embrace and tapping his fingers along your back. 

The rest of the day passes in a flash, between completing chores and tasks around the home. The somber mood is palatable when you all sit down at the table, at least before Sheryl lays down the law for your little family. No more moping around because you’re all here and everyone is still alive, but until that bandit group leaves no one is leaving the house unless it’s for an emergency. 

You’re lucky that the house is tucked away from the town outskirts by a few dunes, and that you aren’t near the main drag to be seen. Otherwise, you doubt your small slice of paradise would have been left untouched. 

After you finish eating and the dishes are washed and away you find your usual routine returning, with your threadbare blanket around your shoulders and your cup of tea in hand as you head out to the porch and sit on the swing hanging from the rafters. Looking up to the sky and watching the stars slowly appear among the almost inky backdrop as you sip at the brew.

At the creaking of the wooden slates you don’t turn your head, only one person in the house has the bulk to make them that loud. “Do you want some company?” Your hand shakes briefly, it’s been a long time since Eriks asked to join you.

“Of course I do.” Blinking the dampness from your eyes as he joins you, his thigh touching yours and you can’t take the small divide. Standing to loosen your blanket and tossing it over one of his shoulders before sitting with almost space between your bodies and biting your lip. “I” You start only to freeze. 

You don’t even know what to say to him right now. 

As if sensing your trepidation Eriks makes another adjustment, his hand following the curve of your back before resting on your hip and easing you closer to him. The sound of his steady heartbeat helps as you gather your thoughts. 

“That man isn’t Vash the Stampede.” You start, feeling a tremor along his fingers as if he wants to grip your body tighter against him. “I know that because I used to be part of his gang.” If you’re going to lose Eriks, you might as well rip the bandage off as quickly as possible. “You know I have a condition, I didn’t have it when I was a bandit.” Your grip on the mug in your hand grows tighter, and you can see the paling of your joints from the pressure. 

“I sort of figured out you were a bandit, but you changed.” His voice is painfully soft and it eats at you how he can say it without any hint of judgment in his tone.

“It wasn’t really up to me.” Swallowing before you launch into the past. “I was as bad as they were, I didn’t care who I killed as long as I had food to eat. I just cared about myself. Then when I joined that gang I thought I found a place to belong, I used to sort of sleep with the guy pretending to be the humanoid typhoon.” You can’t help the tears that slowly slip down your face, not because you had loved the bandit leader. No, because you had been foolish enough to think he saw you as more than a pawn. “I thought when I got sick he’d keep me with the group.” Laughing at your own misfortune and the sound echos around the partially enclosed space, what a naive fool you had been. 

“He didn’t.” 

“No. He didn’t” You agree. “The bastard left me to die after taking everything but the clothes on my back.” This time Eriks doesn’t hold back, his grip tightening just to the point before it would become bruising on your skin. “I thought I was going to die in that haze of fever and sickness, instead I was saved by Lina’s parents.” Licking your lips as the heat from your mug has cooled, leaving the tips of your fingers cold now. “They took me in and for a while, I thought it was so they could turn me in for a paltry bounty. Instead, they made me a part of their family and for the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere.” Choking back your sobs now as your body starts to shake. 

Eriks gently removes his arm from around you to take the mug from your shaking fingers, placing it on the ground beside him before pulling you into his lap and resting his chin atop your head as you cry into his chest. “It’s alright Sweetness.” Cooing down at you as you sob harder.

“No, it’s not. I’m a bandit and you should hate me.”

“Ex-bandit. And I love you, you silly thing. We all make mistakes and you’ve grown from yours.” His voice carries a tone of authority that rings in the air as his words settle into your mind, it’s the first time he’s said that word. “I suspected some of your past remember, and that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Chuckling low now and it brings more tears to your eyes. “I guess you’ve got a thing for blonds.” Trying to ease some of the tension, and it works. 

Snorting at his humor. “I did. Now I have a thing for a man with two toned hair.” Lifting a hand to cup his cheek as you lean back, pushing some of the blond away to see the darker strands underneath. Taking a few moments to stare at his face before you speak again. “For the record, I love you too.” 

Another chuckle before Eriks turns his head to kiss your palm, making you smile as the stubble rubs against the work rough skin that lines your hand. “Thank you for telling me Sweetness, it gives me another reason to keep you out of town.” Nodding at his words before you both start to speak about different things, watching the stars before retiring to bed.

The plan to stay in the house had been a good one, but it seems always you have terrible luck. A week after the bandits arrived in town and seemed hell bent on staying, you started coughing more. Trying to hide it from everyone as it began to pain your chest, an ache in your bones you couldn’t shake. 

It worked.

For a while. Until at breakfast, you started coughing at the table and blood dripped from between your fingers. 

“How long has this been going on for?” Sheryl was furious as she stood, a cloth to your mouth and her hand on your forehead. “You don’t have a fever I can feel, at least that’s one good thing.” 

“It doesn’t matt-”

“Yes, it does Love.” Eriks has risen to his feet, looking down at you with the light above glaring on his glasses you can’t see his eyes and his face is grim once more. “You need to see the doctor.”

“It’s not worth the risk.” You try to argue before another coughing fit takes you as if your sickness is doing everything in its power to reveal the hold it has on you after you tried to hide it for almost a full week. 

“It’s worth the risk compared to losing you.” Looking at Lina you can see the fear in her eyes, she’s already lost two family members in her life. She can’t lose a third. “Please, let me and Eriks take you to the doctor!” 

Your arguments are lost to the flurry of movement as Granny agrees and the other two rush off to get ready, Eriks stating he’s going to carry you if he has to. It’s a touching gesture except you have a horrible sinking feeling in your gut and within minutes you find yourself being held aloft by your lover. 

“Keep your arms around my neck and if you need to cough, cough into my chest once we get to town. We need to keep to the back alleys and out of sight.” You can’t hide the trembling of your hands as you grasp your elbows, and if you weren’t so worried you might have enjoyed being carried like a bride in his arms. 

Following behind Lina as she repeats the actions of Eriks two weeks earlier once the three of you reach the edge of town. Peering around the buildings and waving you forward towards the doctor’s office. The town. Is a mess. Debris littering the spaces the smell of death heavy on the light breeze, hiding your face against Eriks as the cloying scent has you coughing harder than at your little home. 

It feels like a miracle when you slip into the back door of the clinic, the doctor pulled away the every growing pile of injuries caused by the new leadership in town to give you a check up. Tsking in frustration as he listens to your lungs and the sounds he can hear coming from inside your chest. 

“You’ve got an infection on top of your condition.” Pulling his gloves off while Eriks grip on your hand tightens. “You’re lucky, if you waited any longer it might have been fatal for you.” You don’t miss the look of fear and concern on your lover's face as his head snaps towards you. “Thankfully, a week of antibiotics and rest should see you right as rain. Well, if you survive the newest inhabitants of town.” 

“Thank you, Doctor.” Rubbing your back while the medical professional leaves to get the medication for you. 

“You dummy!” Grunting as Lina delivers a swift kick to your upper thigh that has you arching your back from the pain lacing up your body. “You could have died!” 

“It’s ok Lina, I’ll be alright now you’ll see.” If only you knew the trauma that was about to befall you all as you’re spotted by a bald one-eyed man as you leave the clinic. One that decided to try and grope Lina as you attempted to return home, only for the teen to respond by slamming her foot into his forehead. 

“Hang on tight Sweetness!” Part yelped part whispered as you cling to Eriks, amazed as he scoops Lina under one arm and has the other holding your butt as he runs with both of you. 

“Eriks!” You don’t make a noise, too busy coughing as Lina puts up a small fight as Eriks sprints around alleyways before entering the main street and deciding to dart into the saloon. If only you had noticed the armored tank that just blew up the bus trying to leave town and the figure standing atop it taking notice of you held in the tall man’s arms. 

Crashing through the saloon doors you don’t see every gun in the room pointed toward the three of you, clutching the little bag of medicine to your chest and trying to keep a hold of Lina. “Oh it’s just Lina.” From someone followed by a mutter of your and Eriks name as Lina finally wins her struggle to get out of Eriks arm. 

“Oh, my ass!” Huffing her frustration as she shrugs over the hand trying to keep her close “Let go of me Eriks.” Taking the time to release your death grip on Eriks shirt as your feet touch the floor, only to scowl at the teen beside you. “Hey barkeep I need a shot.” In one swift move, you lift your hand and slap the back of her head.

“Don’t you dare Missy.” It doesn’t matter that you’re lungs are on fire from the brief exhortation as you frown at her. “You’re not drinking on my watch.” Letting Eriks tug the small bag from your arm and opening it with a motion to the man behind the bar for water. 

“I didn’t say it was for me!” Rolling your eyes as two glasses of water appear on the counter. 

“What’s going on you three? Everything alright with your Grandmother Lina?” A tap to the back of your hand as your disheveled lover places one of the pills in your palm. Ignoring Lina and the barkeep for a moment as you swallow the first of your antibiotics and take a sip of water. 

Nodding at you Eriks pushes the bag toward you on the counter before starting to do his big brother version of yelling at Lina for her actions. Not that you could blame her after that bastard grabbed her butt like that, taking another mouthful of water as you glance around. There aren’t a lot of familiar faces in the saloon. 

Not a lot in the sense that there should be a lot more of the regulars around than there are and the reason for their missing isn’t hard to figure out. There are a few actual unfamiliar faces, one of whom is standing beside you with a bowl of food in front of him. Someone that is staring from the corner of his eye right at Eriks and you feel a sense of unease wash over you about this man. 

Opening your mouth to ask him what seems so fascinating about your lover, only for an explosion to rock the side of the building and blow the doors of the saloon off. “Damn. You just had to go and ruin my meal.” Muttering under his breath. 

The sound of the stranger's voice is just background noise as you turn to look out into the opening, seeing the bastard who grabbed Lina’s butt holding someone under arm that looks like they’ve had the shit beat out of them. You can’t hold back the snort at the one eyed man that sort of reminds you of cannon ball though. 

There’s a perfect imprint of the underside of Lina’s boot on his face. “What am I…” You don’t hear the rest of his words as your eyes look past him and the posse fanned out behind him. The line of the armored vehicle almost centered just past him, and your gaze follows it upward.

To see the pretend Vash the Stampede.

His neutral expression doesn’t last long as he starts to grin like a madman and you swallow. What you had been most afraid of since the group of bandits rolled into town has been realized in an instant. He knows you’re still alive. A cold sweat that has nothing to do with the sickness plaguing your body and everything to do with the man whose bed you had once warmed. Staring at the sunglasses on his face as the bile in your throat rises.

A brush of a hand against yours and the spell is broken. “Eriks!” Hissing through your teeth at him as he heads towards the door with his hands raised in surrender. “What are you doing!?” 

“I can’t give them Lina.” Stepping out into the sunlight as you hear a countdown. Shit. How much trouble are you all in? Looking back out to see the fake Vash smirking now. 

Fuck. 

Your stomach drops as your heartbeat thunders in your ears and your blood rushes through your veins. He must have seen the interaction through the gaping doorframe, this can’t end well now. Not when he knows you must have some connection with this man. 

“Boss!” The cannonball man is screaming. “Vash the Stampede would give an order t’ turn back?” 

“Let’s see.” His voice still has that same cold tone, as if everything and everyone is beneath him. Tilting his head and you watch an evil grin reveal his perfectly white teeth and your heart knows his words are directed at you. “I will if he’ll strip naked” your heart is screaming inside you chest at the cruelty of his words. “And act like a dog.” This form of humiliation is all your fault as the world seems to narrow down just to the three of you. 

“Is that a promise?” At the fake Vash’s nod you feel the tears form on your eyes. “Lina. Hide your eyes.” Noticing you and the teen have moved closer to the window you don’t wait for her to react. Sliding your hand over her eyes after pulling her to your body. You can’t bear to watch either as your love is humiliated all to save the little sister that you both love. 

The sound of laughing cuts off, and you know it’s because they can see the state his body is in. Battered beyond belief, a low murmuring of how disgusting he looks reaches your ears and you scowl your eyes snapping open to glare around the saloon. “Shut the fuck up, at least he’s not willing to throw a little girl to the wolves like you goddamn cowards. Spending the day drinking in here.” 

Tears fall down your eyes taking away from the fury radiating from you, biting your lip as fake barking starts outside. You have to look and grimace as Eriks pretends to scratch the side of his head with his foot. His hands placed in a way that you know no one has seen his length which you’re thankful for, otherwise they might have shot him because of the difference. 

“What now boss?!” It’s like the bandits have grown bored of their little game, and you let your eyes move to the false humanoid Typhoon. 

“Let’s go.” A quirk of his lips as the bandits start to leave and you breathe a sigh of relief as Eriks stands with his hands covering his junk. Movement out of the corner of your eye from atop the vehicle and you scream as the gun is raised.

Four shots ring through the air.

You run. 

The only thing you can hear is laughter, a cold laughter that rips at your body and mind as you watch Eriks fall to the ground. The water from your eyes falls freely. You can’t even hear your own screaming anguish as you run towards your love ignoring the burning of your lungs as your heart breaks in your chest. Your hand is outstretched as if you can reach him. 

You don’t get the chance. 

An arm wrapped around your middle from the back of a motorcycle as you scream bloody murder, kicking your legs and flailing your arms as you struggle to get away. Your yells grow louder as the figure of your fallen lover grows smaller with the dust that rose from the vehicles falling around him. 

“Stop struggling bitch.” It’s the last thing you hear before a pain explodes at the back of your skull, slumping into unconsciousness.

You wake up to a gloved hand tapping the side of your face and one mother of a headache, groaning as you open your eyes to see black. Blinking to try and get your eyes to focus as the black turns into a gloved hand a syrupy fake voice has your grimacing.

“My my, here I thought you were dead a second time.” The fake Vash is in front of you, crouched down and smiling like someone who just rediscovered their favorite toy. 

“Maybe if you hadn’t left me to die J-” A slap across your face that makes your neck hurt from the way your head twisted as tears prick your eyes from the pain. Feeling the bruise already forming while you glare at him.

His expression is flat as he tilts his head and you see his burning eyes behind his sunglasses. “The name is Vash whore.” Clucking his tongue as he stares at you. “Or did you forget it while bouncing on someone else's dick these past few years?” 

“Can’t forget a name I didn’t know. At least now I know how you picked up the rest of these losers.” Snarling as you try to move your hands only to have your skin chafe from the rope binding them together. 

“As long as you don’t forget it now.” You squirm as he grabs your chin to make you look straight at him, the look he sends you has your gut churning in disgust as the tip of his tongue pokes out of the corner of his lips. “I did miss you, you know. Or should I say I missed your tight cunt.” 

“Of course, it was tight when I never felt you inside me.” Another slap and this time you taste blood in your mouth, coughing while the heat on your cheek grows more intense. 

“You’ll need to learn to keep that tongue in check. I plan to keep you around while I do as I please in this town, and I’d rather you have a tongue for when I shove my dick in that mouth of yours to shut you up.” Snarling as he pushes you onto your side, you land on a piece of broken furniture, a chair leg maybe. All you know is the damn thing is wedged against your side placing pressure on your ribs and you start to hack as your lungs aren’t a fan. 

“Boss! The other ones waking up now.” Other one? Wincing as you shuffle between coughing fits to get away from the debris and panic eats at you. 

“Other one?” 

“Oh yes. That little brat who sent out her dog to die. We plan to have some fun with her.” It stabs at your heart to hear him refer to Eriks as a dog. Your head outweighs your heart at your mind catches on to the rest of his words. 

“Leave her be, she’s just a little girl.” Struggling to your knees as your feet are bound as well as your wrists. You can’t save Eriks. Not now, but you can try and save Lina by offering yourself instead. 

“Now why would I do that?” Humming as if he’s thinking about your statement, but the swaying of his hips tells you this is another little game for him. 

“She won’t be able to handle the fun you want to have with her. She’ll break, wouldn’t you rather have a toy that you know can last?” It’s desperate and you hate the thought of what he’ll do to you if he agrees, but the truth is he already has both of you. You need to try and sweeten the deal. “A toy that will listen.” 

He’s back in front of you now, a hand on your arm pulling you upwards with a smirk as if considering your offer. Humming as he slots his mouth to yours and he pinches the skin near your wrist with enough force to make you cry out. Using it to shove his tongue into your mouth as he does what he pleases, letting out a noise of contentment as he explores you like he owns you. Slamming your eyes shut as you let him do exactly as he pleases, anything to try and save Lina now that you no longer care if you survive. 

Without Eriks you aren’t sure you want to, and the thought breaks your heart far more than it already is. 

When the new Vash pulls away he grins, his face inches from your own. “Oh my silly little slut, what makes you think I’d share my new toy with my men? You’re just for Vash the Stampede until the day you die.” A sing song tone as he finishes with a laugh, and all you can see is red. 

Slamming your head forward and cracking it against his nose as he grunts from the pain and throws you to the ground his shattered sunglasses having fallen beside you. “You little whore!” Slamming a boot into your gut that has you coughing blood again as the pain laces through your body. “Maybe I should just kill you and be done with it, send you to your fucking dog of a man.” 

“He was more of a man than you’ll ever be.” Hacking as you brace for the next kick that never comes. 

“Boss! We got two men heading towards the house!” Another of the bandits runs into the room and from your place on the floor you can see the fear in his eyes. “One of ems the guy you shot!” 

“Eriks” A whisper that only you hear as your heart springs in your body, he’s alive! 

“Well rally the others, and bring the girl. If he did survive I want these two fucking toys to watch him die again.” Dragged to your feet and shoved downstairs by one of the fake Vash’s minions you can’t help but feed the flickering flame of hope in your chest. If it is Eriks you’re willing to do anything to make sure you all get out of this alive. 

“Lina!” Calling out to the teen that isn’t tied up you can’t keep the smile off your face, she’s not hurt. Stumbling through your own bonds before the bandit in charge of you gets annoyed slicing the rope from around your feet.

The girl runs towards you and you welcome her smaller form as she buries her face in your chest. “You’re alive.” You don’t care about the dampness growing on your shirt, not when your sweet little spitfire of a sister is unharmed. 

“Oh, Lina.” Doing your best to keep up the sappy sister routine as the teen has her fingers at the binds around your wrist, working them loose before the bandits force you apart and face a window. 

“Get ready to watch those two die.” In the distance, you can see Eriks and he’s never looked more serious, a familiar sense of unease washing over you. It’s the man from the bar with him, and a giant wrapped cross.

“I think it’s the other way around asshole.” You snap as the first shot is fired and fabric flies in the distance. You might not feel great right now, but every fiber of your being believes you’re going to get out of this alive. 

It feels like minutes later when you and Lina are held in front of the false Vash atop his smoking armored car, a human shield for the coward while his men are lying about the ruins of the house. “Keep your distance!” Calling out as both men approach and here’s a desperation in his voice with a tremble in his fingers.

“I’d say the game’s up wouldn’t you?” Eriks still has a way about his movement that has your heart soaring, you know you’re going to survive this as long as the man behind you doesn’t do anything stupid. Squeezing your windpipe tighter as he presses his gun to Lina’s head. “Let’s end this, we’re both exhausted-”

“Shut up!” Another tremble in his voice and you hear the creak of his glove as the grip on his pistol tightens. “I made it this far, I can hold out forever.” He can’t and the shaking of his hand tells you that, and you worry he will do something stupid with the gun pressed to Lina’s head you can’t take a risk as the bandit leader screams how he’s Vash the Stampede. 

Swinging your head back sharply and hitting him enough he loosens his grip and you find your fingers wrapping around Lina’s arm pulling her from his grip and pushing her off the platform. A few bruises are better than a bullet to the head. Hissing as the butt of his gun slams your temple. “You stupid bitch!” In a daze you can’t react as he pulls you upwards, more against his body before pressing the gun to your temple. “Drop your gun or this whore is going down for a dirt nap!” You can’t see well enough to know if it happened or not. “Good dog, now with my mad skills I’m going to put you down this time because I’m Vash the Stampede!” The barrel is removed from your temple and you hear the blast of four shots ring in the air once more, except the hold on you goes slack. 

Your vision becomes crystal clear as you see Eriks holding a revolver with his legs spread as if he dropped his body to the ground, a wisp of smoke rising from the end of the weapon. “What a coincidence. That’s my name too, six times as fast though.” 

You turn just long enough to look at the bandit that left you to die, and it strikes you as a little bit funny before you turn and try to get off the platform. No wonder he wore those long shades that fell across his cheeks, Vash the Stampede’s wanted poster has a mole under his left eye. 

A mole you’re very familiar with as you hit the ground, running towards the duo and smiling with tears trailing down your eyes as Lina launches herself into Eriks arms. You can wait for your hands to be untied to do the same, more than glad your lover is still alive. 

As you approach the man from the bar moves towards you before stepping to the side. “Here let me get that for you.” A small knife in hand and you don’t have time to react before the rope falls from your bound wrists. “Oh, and you left this at the bar.” Digging in his pocket before pulling out the small bag you recognize as the one that had your medicine. “You might be needing these.”

You cry harder as you nod clutching it to your chest before closing the distance to the now standing Eriks who is patting Lina’s head. As you approach he raises a free arm to pull you against him and Lina, trapping the teen between your bodies. “I’m glad you’re both safe.” You don’t know why, but you start to sob even more at his tone as the unease in your bones returns.  

Hours later back at the house you sit in the kitchen listening to the strange man you now know to be one Nicholas D. Wolfwood speak to Eriks while eating. Well, eating might not be the right word with how the two of them seem to fight over every plate Sheryl puts in front of them. 

Since you returned you’ve changed into looser clothes, a few bandages wrapped around your body to help with the bruising. Lina has been hiding in her room, not that you can blame the poor girl after what she’s been through. 

Watching a sausage go sailing away from the plate and two forks stabbing it you sigh before kicking Eriks shin under the table. “Manners.” At the same time as Granny hitting both men with her freshly washed pan. 

“What dreadful manners.” She can say that again as both men look embarrassed, Eriks turning to you with a shy smile.

“Sorry Sweetness, how are you feeling?”

“Like I got the shit kicked out of me.” You don’t bother to lie, not when he’d see right through it, reaching one of his hands out to squeeze your own in his. 

“Are you sure you want to talk about this while they’re both here?” Nicholas doesn’t seem to want to beat around the bush, however you’re not going anywhere. Shaking your head as you take another sip of your tea. 

“I’m hearing all of what you have to say.” A firm tone as you glare at the dark haired man before he keeps going with his reason for looking for Eriks for two years. The more he speaks the more grim the micro expressions on Eriks face become, and there’s no hiding the look of shock on his face at the mention of a man named Knives. 

Following Eriks towards the door as Nicholas leaves with his parting words. “I’ll leave in three days, I’ll count on you to make the right decision.” Slipping away towards your room as your heart breaks for the second time in such a short span, and you need to know if your gut was right. 

Pulling open the drawers that you’ve never bothered with and looking over the items within, digging around, and once you see the boots you slump to the ground. 

Rubbing his head Eriks opens the door, freezing as he watches your frantic movement around the room. A weight in the pit of his stomach. You’re packing a bag, his bag. 

“Sweetness?” You freeze with one of his shirts in his hands, turning as the liquid falling from your eyes drips down your face. He looks nervous and afraid. “What are you doing? You should be resting.” 

“What does it look like silly? I’m trying to figure out what you need and pack for you.” 

“Do you want me to leave?” His voice is somber and that has you sobbing more. 

“No. No I don’t. I want you to stay and spend our days looking after the house, watching Lina turn into a bigger menace than she already is, and sit on the porch watching the stars every night.” The fabric of his bag squeaks in your hands as your fingers dig into it, fighting back your tears. “But I know you. You’re going to leave in three days, and I’d rather spend as much time with you as I can before then.” 

Eriks doesn’t say anything, gliding more into the room before closing the door. Gently disentangling your fingers from his bag to pull you into his arms and kiss you like it’s the last time he ever will. “If the people Wolfwood spoke about find me here, and they will find me, it’s going to be a lot worse than today was.” A drop of moisture lands on the hand gripping his shirt and it didn’t fall from your face. “I can’t lose you, and you’re right. You do know me.” 

Smiling gently through the tears as you lean in to kiss him once more, a chaste press of lips together before one of his hands is tangled in your hair. “Because you’re Vash the Stampede.”

“And I wish I wasn’t my Love.” You both stand there for a while, crying as you clutch each other taking the time to let your tears clean the sorrow from your hearts. You want the next few days to be happy ones. 

The next two days seem to pass quickly as if you blinked and they were gone. Lina after delivering a rather swift kick to Eriks had a small breakdown over that face he was leaving, so when you weren’t in your room you kept a smile on your face. Trying to console the girl that everything was going to be alright. 

Granny for her part was doing the same, but you could see the way she spent more time knitting in her chair and speaking softly with the male who was soon leaving. 

His bag was packed with everything but his worn boots, a comment on how he was going to wear them when he was leaving. Something about them being studier than they looked when you had tried to argue with him. 

That final evening meal however was filled with nothing but laughter, as if the four of you had every intention of making the last large meal together a good one. Yet like all things, the meal eventually came to its end and as the hour grew later you found yourself heading for your bedroom with a heavy heart. 

Removing your shoes before sitting on the bed with your head in your hands as you tried to keep yourself from breaking again. Coughing into your palm and glad the medication from the doctor had already helped to ease the pain in your chest. 

The creaking of the door as you turn to watch Eriks slip in before closing it gently, giving the knob a turn to lock it and you feel the corners of your lips rise. The last two nights Lina had sunk into your shared space, clinging to both of you like a child and for the first time you felt more like her mother than a sister. Letting her sleep beside you and Eriks. 

“I see you don’t want any extra company tonight.” Whispered low as he chuckles, his steps steady as he heads towards the chair. Dropping into it and bending to work his boots off.

“No.” Once he has them off he seems almost to hesitate before fixing his gaze on you. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Biting your lip as it’s not a lie but there’s a tension in the air. Maybe it’s just tension for you since you know it’s possibly your last together and with the condition your body is in you shouldn’t be thinking what you’re thinking. Yet that selfish side of you wants a lot more than just cuddling. “Eriks, please.” You don’t voice it, instead pleading with him as you hold out a hand for him to take. 

His shoulder slump and you close your eyes to hide the sorrow you feel. “We shouldn’t, but for once I want to be selfish.” Hearing him as he begins to strip you open your eyes to find him looking at you with such an expression of longing it hurts. “The moment something hurts, you’re to tell me. Understood?” 

“Yes.” Rising you don’t let him finish undressing, your hands landing on his upper arms as you push yourself onto your toes to kiss him. 

An action that has something in Eriks snapping as you find yourself hoisted in the air before your back is pressed against the wall, his mouth moving wait a passion that has you dizzy. Sliding your hands up into his hair while you part your lips, letting him deepen the kiss as you whine. Tongues coiling together as his body leans more into you, grinding his body between your legs. You don’t recall lifting them to wrap around his hips but you don’t care as a fire starts to burn in your core. 

Since that first night together Eriks has learned all of the tells of your body, and tilts his head away when you need to breathe. Strands of saliva still connect your lips as you pant, his forehead pressed to yours and you hear his swallow. “Tonight, you aren’t doing any of the work. You’re going to let me worship you the way I’ve wanted to since you first stole my heart.” He doesn’t give you the chance to answer, instead leaning in for a kiss that is both sloppy and yet full of yearning. 

As you kiss his hands are moving, shucking the layers of clothing separating your bodies until the way you’re intertwined stops him. Panting while carrying you to the bed before laying you down atop the blanket as of you’re made of glass before the final articles are removed and tossed away. “Eriks” Reaching for him wanting more of his skin touching yours, only for him to gently bat your hand away. 

“Just lay back Sweetness.” Using his strength to maneuver your body as he leans over you with his feet still on the floor, tugging you so your butt is hanging over the edge. “Just relax for me.” The long strands of his hair tickle the skin along your breasts as he kisses the space between them, blazing a trail downward that has your back arching in response. Moaning as his mouth descends over your sex, the sound of your slick and his wet mouth, as he laps up your juices, is obscene making your muscles clench as the fire burning inside you grows. 

Panting and moaning as he uses his tongue to play with your folds while tossing your legs over his shoulder placing his flesh hand against your belly to keep you from moving. Licking and sucking at you like a man starved, tears form at the edge of your eyes from the pleasure starting to build to a crescendo in your body. “Cum for me my Love.” His raspy voice like a command before he circles your clit with the point of his tongue before using his lips like a seal around your slit and sucking. You do exactly that, crying out as your body spams against his hold as Eriks hums as he drinks down your release, afraid of the noise as you place the back of your hand against your lips to try and stifle the volume of your pleasure. 

A pleasure that Eriks is far from done with as his tongue plunges into your core as if he can pull another orgasm from you, growling as he works and your body rewards him with a second wave crashing through you that has your ankles crossing behind his head as your back arches. Your whole body is shaking and covered in a sheen of sweat as the aftermath of both orgasms is almost too much, slumping down with a whine. The man between your legs uses his metal hand to push your ankles apart, leaving your core as catches his breath taking in the sight of your blissed out body with a noise of appreciation. “My beautiful love.” Smoothing his fingers along your stomach as he waits for you to calm down before continuing.

“Eriks?” Using your elbows to raise your body, your pussy clenching at the sight of Eriks in the light from the window. The lower half of his face is covered in your juices, and his eyes are glowing slits that make you whine. “I’ve never been so turned on.” It spills from your mouth like water seeing him looking like he was made to fuck you senseless. 

“Good, because I’m far from done.” Leaning down to kiss you, groaning as your own taste floods your mouth mixed with his saliva, and your clit throbs. Sliding his hands under your butt and up along your back so he can join you on the bed as you make out. Lifting your arms to wrap around him as best as you can to try and keep him close knowing you’ll relent the moment he leans back. “Can you try and watch me?” Whispered against your lips as he pulls back to make a few more adjustments. 

“Yes, Baby.” With the angle you need help, reaching for a pillow that is just beyond the edge of your fingertips. Eriks grabs it for you and places it behind your head. As you settle your body jerks in pleasure, Eriks tapping your clit with his cock as he smears your slick onto his length. Licking your lips at the debaucherous display as he frames himself between your folds, sliding to spread your fluid on his sex. His tendrils flutter briefly while his dick pumps clear liquid that drips down onto your body before trailing down your raised ass. 

“Remember, any pain and you tell me.” Blinking as you follow the center of his flushed chest up to his face, sweat glistening on his features and his eyes seem brighter. A short bite to your lip before you nod, almost afraid to speak. Taking his cock in hand as he spreads your legs a little more so his upper thighs are just under your butt. His eyes locked with yours while he uses his hand to slot the tip of his length into your cunt. 

A snap of his hips and let out a short cry as he fills you entirely, spitting you apart on his twitching length. Your hands over your mouth to contain your wanton moan as Eriks lets out a small hiss. “So tight.” His fingers ghost over your body before resting on a small bump just above the patch of hair that leads to your chest. “Like this, I can see where I am inside you.” You whine, low in your throat but find one of your hands trailing over your chest to meet his fingers over that bulging skin. You can feel the heat from his length through your flesh and you let out another whine, he hasn’t moved yet but he feels delicious inside you. 

“It’s amazing.” A nod as he searches your face as if waiting for a signal that he can move. “Fuck me Eriks.” Slowly pulling out you gasp as the bump disappears from your belly, moaning when he snaps his hips forward again with enough force that your body jolts. The thought of keeping your hands in place gone as you grab fistfuls of the sheets around you, to try and keep your body still as Eriks sets a brutal pace of slapping his length inside your walls. Tossing your head this way and that as the pleasure mounts inside you. Eriks has both hands on the outside of your thighs, trying to keep your body from slipping away as he ruts away. 

It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open but you watch his expression as his eyes slam shut, his mouth partially open as he seems to try and focus on not spilling himself of your hot walls yet. The old bed frame creaks away as he fucks your cunt like an animal in heat, you should feel dirty in some way but you don’t. A part of you craves the way his cock rubs along your walls, stretching you to your limit as the bumps and ridges shift.

Gasping as he thrusts you feel a new sensation fluttering inside your walls, looking at where you joined and panting. His tendrils that normally remain outside your pussy and play with your clit are working their way inside you with his cock, the stretch now pushing beyond your limits as you cry out. 

A hiss of your name as Eriks takes note of the change in your body, clamping down harder on him. “Sweetness.” His thrusts slow as his mind wars with stopping and continuing to buck into your core with a purpose. 

“Don’t stop!” Rolling your hips to try and meet his as you make eye contact. “Please Baby, don’t stop.” 

Hissing through his teeth as he takes up his previous pace until a more feral part of his mind takes over. Sliding his hands down to your ankles so he can push your legs more apart and lift your lower body, slamming into your cunt so the tip of his cock is hitting your cervix and his tendrils coiled around him spasming along your walls. The hard mass of muscles at his base kissing your clit when he’s fully inside you, a wet slapping of your joined bodies echoing in the small room. 

“Eriks, I’m almost there!” Your words set him off as his pace becomes maddeningly fast and the force is enough that your body is sliding back and forth along the sheets. With your back arching and your toes curling from the mounting pleasure. 

A scream that shakes the walls of the room as you cum around his dick when his hips snap forward before stilling. A static shock as you watch strange feathers sprout from under his skin as he pumps his load into your core, feathers that glow with a strange ethereal blue light that makes you sigh dreamily. His hands fall away from your legs while his chest heaves before he seems to come back to himself shifting his hips. “Don’t pull out.” It’s a short whisper as you lift a hand to his face, brushing your thumb over the smaller feathers under his eye. 

A growing panic on his face as he takes notice of his body and the change, a worry you’re quick to soothe. “Come closer my love, I want to feel all of you.” Crossing your ankles behind his butt as he seems apprehensive before letting his chest rest atop yours, the weight a welcome one as he presses you more into the mattress.

“You’re not freaked out?” A waiver of panic in his voice that makes you smile in reassurance. 

“Never by you.” Panting a little as you slide your hands to his shoulder to tug his closer, meeting his lips for a kiss that you can only describe as tender. His hands move at last to cup your face in his palms. 

You spend the rest of the night intertwined with his body, letting his fingers trace your skin while you explore the feathers you can reach. A few of them fall around you before after a while they sink back beneath his skin. 

Eriks has truly given you a final night that you can never forget. 

You wake up sore the next morning to an empty bed, unsure when you finally drifted off. Slowly dressing as you wander around the house to find Granny and Eriks out on the porch with Wolfwood. A blanket over your shoulders as you step outside. 

“Looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up.” A tease from the old woman that makes you blush, wondering just how much she heard last night. 

“Very funny.” You grin as Eriks finishes the straps of his old boots, stretching as you look off into the horizon only to frown. “You have to be shitting me.” Deadpanning at the figure approaching the house. 

“Granny, Sweetness, please get inside.” You do as Eriks asks, closing the door, and head for the window to watch the show. Feeling sweat run down your neck as the cannon ball asshole from the other day fires at the house.

Letting out a strangled noise as Eriks kicks it over his head, fully aware of Sheryl watching you as your body responds in the worst way to seeing your lover do that. “That shouldn’t make me as hot as it does.” 

“At least Lina isn’t here to hear you.” Wincing at the older woman’s words that are more than true. Swallowing as Eriks bellows at the bandit that he is now responsible for keeping the town and his family safe and if he fails that Eriks will hunt him down. 

“Good lord I should not feel ready to jump this man’s bones.” 

“I thought you would have gotten enough of that last night dearie.” You flinch before looking to the ceiling with a grimace. 

“Was it really that loud?”

“Yes.” Opening the door Granny steps out while you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment. Hoping that you can deal with the way your face is burning later. 

Hearing a door inside the house open as Lina appears from her bedroom while Granny and Eriks talk about his boots. “Hey Lina.” 

“Hey. I guess this is it isn’t it?” 

“It is Sweetie.” Pulling the girl into your arms before Granny sticks her head inside the door once more.

“Lina, Eriks would like a haircut before he leaves.” As Lina collects her things and starts to cut his hair you slip inside once more, heading towards your room and Eriks waiting bag. Making a slow pass around the space to make sure everything he could possibly need is inside the bag before you head to the kitchen.

Throwing a few dried rations into the bag before closing it up and heading to the porch. You know you took your time because you don’t think you’d be able to hold back the tears if you had just stood there. Meeting Granny and Nicholas just inside joining them as they seem to finish a conversation. 

“We’re losing a member of our family. Please. Please don’t forget that.” You can hear the sorrow in Sheryl's voice, it’s the same type of sadness that’s starting to settle into your bones. 

“I’m sorry Ma’am.” Turning his head towards you as you stop, watching as Eriks wraps Lina in a hug. “I’m sorry to you as well Miss.” 

“Sorry makes it sound like you regret it, so don’t lie.” You don’t think you’ll ever like Nicholas, just for the simple fact his appearance in your life has made you lose the other half of your soul. 

You let Granny hug Eriks first before stepping up to him past the crying old woman, you know the three of you are going to be in for a few rough days. Taking his hand as you head closer a little away from the property towards where Nicholas is waiting, the strings of his bag digging into your hands. Stopping roughly halfway between both parties. 

“You look pretty damn handsome with your hair like that.” Trying to swallow the sob that wants to break past your lips. 

“You think so?” Blushing as he rubs the back of his neck, he knows it’s a delay tactic but you sense he’s not fully ready to go yet either. 

“Of course. Then again I think you’re the most handsome man around so maybe I’m biased.” Letting his bag slowly fall to the ground beside you as you swallow. “I understand why you grew it long though, it’s a little harder to hide.” 

“I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same way when you found out.” A crack in his voice, as both of you try to avoid your parting words.

“Don’t be silly. It’s just a name Eriks.” Smiling as your eyes grow glassy and you refuse to call him by the name most know him by. “You know when it’s done you can come back here right?”

“Granny said the same thing. I don’t know if I’ll be able to.” You swallow, looking at the sand between your feet before you gather your courage and look into his eyes again. His fingers brush your cheek before he dips his head for a quick kiss that is emotionally charged. “Go-” You slide your fingers over his lips to silence him. 

“Please, have a safe trip, my love.” You let the tears fall as Eriks picks up on what you’re doing. Nodding as he grabs his bag when you step away before throwing it over his shoulder. 

“No guarantees, stay safe yourself and when you get sick go see a doctor.” Dropping his forehead against yours before gracing you with another kiss. “Don’t make me worry you’re not taking care of yourself.” 

“I’ll try.” Crying as he departures and you watch both figures disappear over the horizon, remaining there until dusk begins to fall. You’re tears dried up hours ago, but the ache in your heart is long from gone. 

“So, Vash the Stampede found himself a lady?” Wolfwood whispers as the two men head off. 

“No. Eriks did.” Sulking as Vash buries his feelings deep within his heart. “Because if Vash had one, she’d be used as a weapon against him and that isn’t fair to her.” Letting his love wash away as he tries to forget you so no one will ever know you existed. It’s safer that way, 

No matter how much it makes his heart pain inside his battered chest.

Chapter one ; Chapter Two

[mermaidsirennikita]

How do you feel about third act breakups? And do you have any favorites books with them to recommend?

When done well, I love 'em. Personally, I don't read a romance because I want to read about people just falling in love and fuckin' around without any conflict. I want to read about people having to fight for their love. Sometimes, that means splitting for a minute.

I think the reason why people don't love third act breakups right now, if I'm being super blunt, is that a lot of people have a very limited reading range wherein they only read a narrow selection of books. And a lot of those books? Don't do it well. I do think it's more challenging for low stakes books, which a lot of contemporary romcoms inherently are, to pull off the third-act breakup. Doesn't mean it's impossible! But it can be difficult, because I think that we often identify more with the characters in those settings and can go "... really?"

I also think that there are authors who do them just to do them, and you do need a good REASON for the characters to break up. I don't think it always needs to be because of the internal failings of the characters. I think it can be for external reasons, too. But I personally find a good third-act breakup super satisfying, because I love the angst and I love the reunion.

Some books that have done third-act breakups I love:

Give Me More by Sara Cate. This is MMF, so it's really one party breaking up with the other two while they stay together. And I felt like this made sense, because the one who did the breaking up knew he had a lot of work to do. The other two didn't want him to leave, but he NEEDED to, and I feel like...if they hadn't broken up, it would've felt kind of ludicrous for them to just move on. I also like the third act breakup in Praise. Tbh, Sara Cate can be hit or miss for me and I do think that some third act breakups she'd done are meh, but those really worked for me.

New Camelot by Sierra Simone. Another MMF, and this breakup is one where the throuple get together at the end of book 1, breaks up at the end of book 2, and really spends a lot of time with one part of the trio very separate. And again, I think this was necessary. These three had such an angsty relationship, and the party that splits off was SO full of self-loathing and resentment, and it truly served the overarching plot of the story. If he had not left, it would've been like... okay, so he has ZERO sense of will, ZERO independence, and a SUPERHUMAN level of tolerance for some really negative emotions. Also, it was consistent with his history.

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe. I loooove this one. She was being consistent with her emotional issues she'd had since the start of the book; he wasn't being a doormat. It worked for both of them, and it worked for the plot. The Bride Goes Rogue also has an excellent third act breakup, because it's like--if she had not dumped his ass, she would've had zero self respect. He needed to be dumped.

Kiss an Angel by Susan Elizabeth Phillips has one of my favorite variations, which is "she just fucks off and doesn't tell him where she's going and he freaks the fuck out". And again, HE NEEDED TO BE DUMPED. IT WAS A THING THAT NEEDED TO HAPPEN. HE FUCKED UP.

Priest by Sierra Simone. A lot of people hate this third act breakup. I ask "literally how the fuck do you expect a book about a truly devout Catholic priest who struggles with his spirituality and his place in life and the Church falling in love with a woman and breaking his vows to NOT have a third act breakup", it made sense to me that she needed something that she wasn't getting from him and he frankly needed a minute to figure himself out.

Lothaire by Kresley Cole. One of the greatest TABs of all time. She literally almost kills him and then he spends several weeks bitching and moaning all by himself and smelling her panties and trying to kiss other women and not even being able to stomach it because SHE HAS RUINED HIM.

Hyacinth by S.M. LaViolette. I loved this one, because it made sense that Hyacinth, a neurodivergent character whose abuse has convinced her that she's incapable of love, would struggle to communicate her intentions to her hero, and he would get mad at that, and she wouldn't be able to deal and would fuck off. And then it means he can go find her again and grovel and learn how to make her comfortable by talking to people who love her!

The Earl Takes All by Lorraine Heath. Literally necessary to the plot that they break up for a minute! And the angst is DELICIOUS.

Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli. He needed to be broken up with, she needed to be away from him to affirm that she actually wanted to be with him. Also? Another one where he gets to sit there and be MISERABLE for a min.

A LOT of my favorite books have TABs, and I think that they can be deeply necessary to ensure that the book isn't just... boring.

[amanda-melly]

My Good Omens Season 3 fan project

I spent most of my day fleshing out "my 3rd season of good omens" and I have to say I'm pretty damn proud of it. It's structured in 6 episodes and all.

I don't know if I'll have the time and patience to type everything. I wrote it on a notebook. I'd actually prefer to make a podcast or maybe a video narrating everything, but I guess people prefer to go to AO3 or something like that...

Some "spoilers" of my headcanon:

* hilarious scene of Crowley doing confession in a cathedral in Oxford to get a chance to talk to the priest (Crowley wears a full body raincoat and extra padded boots).

* Aziraphale starts the story overseeing the 7 angels practice playing their trumpets (they need to be ready for when the 7th seal is broken) as part of the insufferably useless corporate routine the metatron imposed on him. Another one is supervising incense production. Lots of incence in the book of revelation.

* there's a crown court hearing/ trial taking place at Oxford (that's a real thing and real name, I didn't make it up) that moves the plot forward. There are 12 jurors as a reference to the 12 apostles (that's the real number of jurors for these cases). The trial at Oxford triggers flashbacks to Crowley's trial. Back in Crowley's trial, Aziraphale tries to testify in his favor but the heads of Heaven, especially the metatron, subvert everything he says to make Crowley (Starmaker back then) look guilty. An angel - none other than Pre-Fall Dagon - comes in as accusation witness, Crowley says hey, you rebelled too! And dagon says they were a special spy infiltrated under superior orders and all their actions will be pardoned in exchange for them testifying. Dagon's testimony seals Crowley's destiny, and later, once all the rebels have been sentenced, Heaven sentences Dagon to hell anyway claiming the deal was invalid because of some ridiculous technicality. Season 1 was a chase story, season 2 was a mystery story, season 3 is a trial story (not exclusively, of course, but it's important. The whole theme of the second coming is Christ judging everyone, one by one. There's no escaping the "judgement" theme here) (I'm a lawyer so I'm pretty confident to approach this theme).

* did you know that Milton Keynes was designated as a new town in 1967? Do you know what else happened in 1967 in season 1? And do you know that both Crowley and Aziraphale took credit for Milton Keynes to their respective head offices, in the book? Put 2+2 together and we get an amazing flashback including Aziraphale and Crowley's first ever dinner at the Ritz! (for reasons I already explained in another post, no, they don't kiss before the s2 scene, so hold your horses).

* possibly a flashback of Aziraphale and Crowley during the wars of religion in Wales that serves to showcase some of their conversations trying to understand Christ's message and why humans misanderstand him so much. It's included for a number of reasons: we need to have something in Wales for Michael Sheen (now that David Tennant got to do his Scottish accent!) plus they really should talk about how ironic and tragic it is that so many people have killed each other over religious differences concerning Christ's message of peace and love among all persons and all peoples. Including the commandment of not killing each other. Seems to have gone right past people somehow. (this flashback also helps to give us some lighthearted Aziracrow early on, because Aziraphale and Crowley only really hit it off again by the end of episode 3 and only really get back together in episode 4).

* a new human character named Abel J. Ryuss has an important role as well. His full name is Abel James Ryuss. We get some 4 ou 5 new human characters that are important to the plot.

* Crowley kind of calls attention on a new human prophet and "outs" him as a prophet by accident and the dude ends up becoming a famous influencer - aka the modern equivalent of a prophet.

* the story begins with 4 out of 7 of the apocalypse seals already broken (aka the 4 riders of the apocalypse). When the 5th seal breaks, the dead arise. When the 6th seal breaks, in episode 5, Gabriel and Beelzebub return. But they're foreshadowed in episode 4 by the appearance of a blue bird with a fly flying around it in a tree in the background.

* the trio of angels: Michael, Uriel and Saraquiel each makes very different choices and have very different endings. One is irrelevant, one is killed and one ends up as the supreme archangel.

* heaven has at least 3 different factions with different agendas working to their own ends simultaneously. Hell has 2.

* catastrophical destruction followed by huge battle.

* In the end Gabriel and Beelzebub become consultants.

* careful with those to claim to speak for God.

* a marriage at south downs - and it's not Crowley and Aziraphale's! It's another couple we love. Aziraphale and Crowley needed a reason to go to south downs in the first place. Then they can take a walk and stumble upon a lovely cottage that just happens to be for sale.

[redpool]

Collective liveblog of the Royal Rumble 2024.

If LA Knight is in the Rumble, he's my pick to win.

I just hope and pray a certain missing AEW star doesn't show up.

If he's not, then Austin Theory is.

I really hope Kevin kills Logan.

NEVER MIND DAMIAN IS MY PICK

I swear to God, if Punk wins just because he's here.

I support Kevin Owens and all of his endeavours, including murder.

Is Truth actually apart of The Judgement Day or does he just think he is?

MY PICK(s): Damian Priest, LA Knight, Austin Theory or Drew McIntyre.

Wasn't Pat just fired?

I literally don't even care who wins this, but if Punk wins, someone will die.

What? I thought Naomi was with Nic???

Thought this was the match not the rumble

Is TNA apart of WWE? DOES THAT MEAN NIC/DOLPH COULD SHOW UP???

The crowd is so dead, oh my god.

I would 100% just pull a Miz

Rhea is my top pick but also Naomi.

Unique because it's a rainbow?

Why is that guy in the green shirt and cream hat always there.

JADE

I LOVE WOMEN

JADE THAT WAS SO FUCKING HOT

Jade is my women's pick.

Saw that one coming from a mile away.

Randy looks so good

Fucking hell

Holy shit

He's so fucking hot

Roman was the first ever wrestler I liked. I'm sorry but I'm not that sorry.

Just kiss already

Told ya

Shut all the way up, you little bitch.

Fucking hell

I haven't heard anyone take a chop like that in a long time

The sounds of Kevin's wrist hitting the thing oh my god

The blackwidow was made famous by AJ Lee.

Look at his chest, oh my god.

You could get fingerprints of Logans chest, Holt shit.

That's going to hurt like a bitch in a couple of hours.

Ok, I hate Logan but he's not bad.

He's Kevin fucking Owens, that's why.

AUSTIN, NO.

Austin, I just forgave you for being a shithead. And now you're back on the shitlist.

KILL HIM KEVIN

JEY!!!

That's fucked up

You deserve that shithead.

I am so fucking confused

KARRION

KARRION KROSS IS MY PICK

KARRION MY LOVE

Hey Dom

Please be quiet Corey.

NO NOT MY BABY

LUDWIG

AUSTIN

Rn, Austin or Jey are my picks.

Love his theme so fucking much

NOOOOOOO

Ok so Jey is the one I'm currently rooting for.

I need Damian to get here.

Fucking hell

DOLPH MENTION

NO NO NO NO NO

EW EW EW EW EW

IF HE WINS I SWEAR

DREW MY LOVE

I WON'T PICK BETWEEN MY TWO FAVOURE GIANTS.

NO

GUNTHER YOU BITCH

Thank fuck its just Sami.

PLEASE GOD NO, NOT DREW

COME ON D, YOU CAN DO IT.

GET THAT OLD FUCK OUT

I FUCKING HATE IT HERE.

KILL THAT BITCH DREW

FOR FUCKS SAKE

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No

No

YES

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