#ive never heard prayer before

[cinnabeat]

not to talk abt fairy tail again but i just remembered oración seis...........sentence six.................

[movingmyselfon]

13/03/2024, 05.04

Another Ramadan where I'm still at home

[honeyhotteoks]

i genuinely can't stop thinking about yunho as a fallen angel... like...

yunho’s catholic confirmation name is stefano, which is i believe a reference to saint stephen. saint stephen is the patron saint of several different things, but the one that caught my eye was the patron saint of coffin makers. ive had that knowledge churning around in my brain for a long time, especially after watching the kdrama doom at your service, but after seeing these pictures my mind is absolutely spinning with fallen angel soulmate yunho brain rot……… so come along with me

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fallen angel yunho. he's been wandering the earth for years, passing through life and people and history and he's never known the reason that he was cast out until he meets her, you. he hears you first, a distant voice in the back of his mind, a prayer to his saintly name, a name he hasn't heard in what feels like a millennia. a whisper to saint stephen, the man he used to be, many years and many bodies ago.

no one prays to him anymore, not really. certainly not a voice like yours, ringing clearly and angrily in his ear, a bitter request for a coffin to be ready in early spring. he thinks about the way it's almost winter now, the air turning crisp, and he wonders what in your life has you so angry and yet so practical about death.

he thinks of you for days, weeks, idlily waiting to hear the voice again. he dreams of it, sometimes wakes from a stone sleep to your bitter tenor, the clear catch of tears in your throat, but it's always a memory. he finds himself wandering the city for you, searching through churches, reverent houses of worship that you might be hiding away in. he doesn't expect to find your voice ringing out clear as day across the crowded room of a museum, full of life and joy and the picture of health.

he finds a way to speak to you, he's practiced in the art of conversation, of seduction even when the end goal isn't sex. he just wants to know you, to hear your pretty prayer in person, to understand your voice just a little and why in the world you were praying to him and not god himself like everyone else. in the midst of many, he makes a space for you both alone, the connection and the pull immediate and essential.

for a while, you make him smile, laugh, relax, he feels more at ease and more like a person than he ever would have expected. he doesn't understand you or your prayer though, not until you cough painfully, fitfully into your sleeve and he sees the bright kiss of blood at the corner of your lips. he never imagined you sick, but he supposes it makes sense. in all the versions of meeting you he imagined, this outcome wasn’t one he ever entertained.

he's never watched someone he's loved die before, at least not since his first life, and shamefully he barely remembers the names of his family from then. but somehow he knows he'll remember yours, the way he aches is altogether new and even though he knows it would be better to watch over you from afar, he just can't. and it doesn't help that you keeps finding your way to him around every corner of the city, coincidence after coincidence. so easy to joke about how it must be fate when it is in fact fate, pulling you tightly together and tying the knot tight.

he allows himself to love you then, and you allow yourself one last, good thing. he never lies about who and what he is, and you never really believe him, for all you know he's just a figment of your imagination. a hallucination from one of your tumors like the doctor warned you about. you think if cancer can give you one gift before dying, at least it's him.

for a little while yunho thinks his purpose in falling from grace was to love you, after all you prayed to him, no matter how bitterly. but he understands the truth the moment he meets your daughter, the moment he realizes his purpose for you is much more than momentary, final happiness.

and so he carries you forward through those final months, easing your pain and your giving you one last chance at real, lasting love. and he helps ease you into the other side, his promises whispered tearfully into your hair, that he'll see you again but only after he stays by her side. your child's own guardian angel, happy to watch over her and guide her until it's her time to come home too.

and of course, that means he has to wait. you both do, but he's already waited, even when he didn't know what he was waiting for.

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Six

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 3,2k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, blood, unusual and dangerous use of a knife, revenge, violence, explicit and dirty language, this is not for minors.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! In this chapter there will be a slight change for MC, I hope you will enjoy the chapter, let me know what you think! 💜

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @dragons-flare, @m00njinnie, @seokjins-luigi, @pjmsneverland, @jimincrystal, @ajkwww, @ungodlyjoon, @hecateslittlewitchling, @namjoonsbuspass, @darkuni63, @xicanacorpse

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"How is she?"

The dark-haired boy lifted his eyes to Seokjin, who was staring at him with his hands in his pockets, still dressed smartly and wearing perfectly polished-toed shoes.

"They stitched her up and now they're giving her an IV, she's lost too much blood," was Jimin's laconic reply, who was leaning against the wall of the waiting room pondering what to do.

They were in a private clinic, there was no danger of awkward questions; it belonged to a cousin of Seokjin's. That was where they went when they urgently needed a doctor.

"And what are you going to do with Ester?"

"I was just about to talk about her," he broke off from the wall, "She's one of your girls, but she disrespected me, Jin."

"You don't want to kill her," Seokjin said, although it was clear from his tone that he wasn't all that interested, but Jimin shook his head and the man relaxed his shoulders; every woman present at the Dark Moon was a big, juicy source of income.

"I want to teach her what respect is for me and my orders, I won't allow just any whore to challenge a decision of mine," he said harshly.

"You're right, besides it might stir up the others to do the same in case there are further jealousies" he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, irritated, "All right, instruct her" he gave his consent and made to turn on his heels and leave, but Jimin blocked him.

"I'll take her."

"How?" he had heard perfectly well, but he wanted to push him to be more detailed.

"You made me a proposition and this is my last answer, I'll take her."

Because the Dark Moon was a den of snakes and she would only be safe in his arms.

"I'll prepare the bow, then," smiled Jin, Jimin snorted, smiling faintly.

Then she saw him leave and his smile faded, he had a score to settle with Ester and it didn't take him long to return to the Dark Moon, Namjoon greeted him with a look of understanding.

"Hanon locked her in her room, all she did was scream and throw objects everywhere."

Just the thought of such a scene irritated the man.

"I'll give her a good reason to scream if she cares that much," he hissed, Namjoon nodded, knowing his friend, he would not go lightly.

When he entered the room that had seen better days, Jimin found a mad woman inside, messy locks fell across her red, furious face, and broken and bruised objects were scattered everywhere, victims of Ester's rage.

The woman stopped only at the sight of the man stuck on the threshold watching her; Jimin's expression was indecipherable, but his eyes were harder than ice, a detail that made the young woman's lips tighten.

Jimin took two steps inside the bedroom, closing the door behind him, turned the key already in the lock slowly, and a boulder dropped on her stomach.

"Jimin..." the nasal voice because of the hysterical crying and the punch she had received sounded whiny, which did not faze him.

"Ester" dropped the key into one of his pockets and gave it his undivided attention, "Tell me, Ester.... That stupid scene, what do you think it would have led to?"

The girl swallowed, suddenly frozen.

"I asked you nicely to take care of her, to explain things to her," continued Jimin calmly, "And instead you send her to the hospital," he chuckled without amusement.

Ester did not know what to say, she felt only cruel satisfaction in knowing that Y/N's condition was so critical as to require qualified medical attention.

The bitch had to be punished, she thought.

"How do you explain this?"

"I'm yours," asserted the woman simply, "You shouldn't have let her take my place, who is she? You don't even know her, she doesn't know what you like in bed, and even if she did she wouldn't be able to satisfy you, you've been looking for me all along," she growled through tears, Jimin raised an amused eyebrow.

Perhaps Y/N did not know what he liked in bed, but for what little he had had her, she had managed to give him an unforgettable blowjob; Ester's jealousy amused and irritated him at the same time.

Ester could claim to be his, but he certainly did not belong to her.

"I don't know how true that can be," the man crossed his legs, "You say you're mine, but I've seen you satisfy many other men before and after me...besides, who says I've only ever sought you out?" he asked with a smile, remembering vividly that he had had sex with countless other women. The fact that at the Dark Moon he had chosen Ester as his favorite had been totally random; everyone had chosen a girl and he had done the same, choosing one of the prettiest and best. He didn't think that this would make her head swell.

"You've come back to me now," remarked the woman, giving no sign of having listened to a single word Jimin said, blatantly pretending.

The boy remained impassive a few moments before opening his legs slightly.

"Come here," he patted his own powerful thigh wrapped in tight dark pants, Ester remained interdicted and guarded, making the boy snort, "Don't make me repeat myself," he hissed.

The woman took a few steps in his direction, when she saw that Jimin had no strange intentions she became braver, even going so far as to sit on the man who waited patiently for her.

"Lively little girl," he smiled sweetly, arranging a few strands behind her ear, Ester's heart beat inexorably, enchanted by the heavenly vision that was Jimin, "Repeat to me what you told me at first."

As if bewitched by the boy's charm, Ester repeated his words once more, "I am yours..." Jimin nodded, leaving a kiss on the woman's neck.

"Again, Ester," the woman threw her head back under the tender strokes of Jimin's tongue along her skin, inside she exulted in lust.

"I'm yours...!" she moaned when her intimacy came in contact with Jimin's cock, she felt the tip press against her core through the tight fabric, Ester shuddered at the idea of being able to enjoy that rapturous hardness once more and vibrated excitedly when Jimin pushed her against the bed, straddling her body.

"Say it again and again..." he whispered hoarsely, touching the intimacy of the young woman, who arched her back at the contact, thrusting her hips against his hand, which crossed the barrier of her dress to tickle her clit directly.

Long moans dispersed through the room, Ester not holding back from letting everyone know what was going on in there, as if to prove that Jimin never intended to punish her, that she would always remain his favorite.

That is, until Jimin's fingers were replaced by something icy, smooth, and hard that penetrated her slit.

She had not even noticed that the boy had retrieved the object, nor did she know where he got it from or what it was.

Maybe it was-

"Stop moving like a bitch in heat," Jimin ordered her, Ester frowned, she was about to cum, why would she stop-, "Stop if you don't want me to slice you, Ester" was his final warning.

"Jimin, what-"

"Go ahead, say again that you're mine-until you yourself realize the bullshit you keep babbling," he hissed, scrutinizing her cruelly with a derisive smile, his hand made the object penetrate deeper, which caused Ester to squint.

Jimin's words confused her-what game was he playing? And most importantly...

"What do you have in your hand, Jimin?"

"Are you referring to the thing you're sucking up so easily? Hmm... in my opinion you can get there," he said vaguely getting no answer, he huffed, "Come on... you always asked me to give it to you, which is impossible given the rules here at the Dark Moon," he chuckled, holding the base tightly.

At those words Ester blanched.

The switchblade that Jimin always carried with him.

"Jimin... this is a joke, isn't it?" she asked tensely, the boy replied by pressing the knife handle harder against her walls, just a simple gesture and the blade would snap like a spring.

"A whore without a pussy would be worthless," reasoned Jimin, there Ester had confirmation that the man was serious, she began to tremble and break into a cold sweat.

If before pleasure was the only thing she felt, now terror had encompassed every fiber of her body.

"Jimin, please..." she cried tremblingly, but the boy shushed her.

"Your arrogance has always disgusted me, Ester.... but your disobedience is the worst thing about you, I've always let it go because it was pleasurable to fuck you, but now I can't see what attracted me to you anymore," he spat, "Do you want it fast or slow?" he asked mellifluously, smiling fearfully.

Ester quickly denied with her head, she was a lake of tears and unrestrained sobs, "Don't! I-I won't give you any more trouble, I swear, I swear!" she screamed breathlessly, unable to move her body because of the terror she was feeling.

The man after a few moments moved away, withdrawing his weapon accordingly, Ester relaxed slightly before she felt a hissing sound cleave the air and something liquid dripping from one of her cheeks.

Wide-eyed she brought a trembling hand to her face and with a horrible foreboding saw blood, she was breathless when she realized what had happened.

Jimin watched uninterestedly as the woman's despair, her face scarred, ran to the mirror to ascertain her condition, he saw her collapse on her own knees amid sobs and cries, the only thing he felt was annoyance at that scene which he said was ridiculous. She had touched Y/N's face, he had done the same to hers. Permanently.

"You'll be able to satisfy clients with perversions like that, too, aren't you happy?"

He walked out of the room as he entered it, meeting Namjoon's gaze.

"I hope you haven’t damaged it too much."

Jimin shrugged, "Clients care about what's between her legs, she was unsightly even before," Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"I'll go get someone to treat her, she's screaming more than before," he hissed holding the bridge of his nose tightly between two fingers.

Jimin patted him twice before heading out of the brothel, ready to finish the job he had started.

The man cast a glance at the woman sitting in the back seat, she was still dazed from the medication that prevented her from feeling pain, she stood staring out of the tinted windows.

A large medical patch covered her entire cheek, just as a bandage wrapped her head tightly and securely.

At her side Taehyung made sure she did not attempt any strange moves; the boy was dressed in casual clothes unlike the young woman who was wearing only pajamas and slippers.

It was nighttime, Jimin had made sure to pick her up in a safe time frame for everyone so as not to raise even the slightest doubt.

"Where do you think I'm taking you?" broke the silence Jimin, Y/N barely lifted her head.

"To the Dark Moon, that's where I belong, isn't it?" she replied apathetically, a slow smile lapped the young male's face.

"You got it wrong this time, honey," he said, leaving her interjected.

"What do you mean?"

"I found a better use for you," he chuckled, almost breathing in the fear of the poor girl, who upset cast a glance at Taehyung.

She hadn't known him long, but in the clinic when she was surrounded by doctors, he had given her the impression that he was a calm and lucid man, or so she thought, although she remembered perfectly well that if Jimin wasn't there, then Taehyung himself would be there to give her that "checkup."

"Calm down, kitten, if he wanted to hurt you, he would have already done so, right?" he affirmed, instantly procuring a glare of lightning from Y/N.

"He did hurt me," she huffed inviperately, squeezing herself into her seat.

Jimin looked at her from the mirror, studying the woman's emaciated contours, her lips tightened into a line were a sign of her strange inner turmoil.

He did not want to get to the point of hurting her again, yet the way he had been raised left no room for pity, if she tried any bullshit he would pay for every single consequence.

After a few kilometers the car stopped in front of a seemingly very luxurious apartment establishment, a garage opened up for them and Jimin wasted no time in getting in, Taehyung on the other hand did not lose sight of every corner of the street, although from the angelic faces they remained gentlemen of the underworld. Seokjin as already specified had his hands full just about everywhere, dealing not only in his brothel - a source of more than excellent income - but also in dealing and often murder for hire.

There were not exactly a few of their enemies.

Y/N squared off with a bad feeling the other cars present-where had they taken her?

"Get her out," ordered Jimin, Taehyung opened his door first and going around he allowed the woman to get out as well, holding her firmly by the arm, not only to prevent her from escaping - she had nowhere to go given the enclosed space they were in - but also because he was unsure of her strength, the young woman in fact was unsteady on her own legs.

Out of the corner of his eye Jimin noticed that Taehyung was about to take her in his arms, which inexplicably irritated him. He knew that his friend had no interest in the girl, but that did not stop him from harshly jerking the other away from her to take her personally in his arms stunning not only Taehyung, but Y/N herself, who tried to shrink as much as possible under his dark gaze. The man's grip was firm, but she felt herself falling into the arms of her tormentor.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked with a knot in her throat; Jimin did not answer immediately.

First he climbed stairs that led them to a larger door, from that opened a long, dimly lit hallway and then more stairs to climb until they reached a landing with an elevator.

When they entered and the doors closed he finally spoke.

"You are in your new home."

A thousand questions poured into Y/N's head, confused and agitated. Had she been sold? So, is this how it was going to end?

She had basically ended up like her sister, she thought sorrowfully, regretting several times the absurd idea of looking for a similar job to support herself.

"More to the point, you are in your new home, yours and Jimin's," Taehyung chuckled, as the elevator doors opened to show a series of numbered, digitally locking doors.

"What?"

Taehyung typed a code on the keypad on the door with the number 7, which opened with a soft, almost imperceptible click.

The first thing the woman saw was a spacious, modern living room with an L-shaped sofa of soft dark leather that drew all the attention to itself.

"What does that mean?"

Jimin made a sign to his friend, who understood instantly. He wanted to be alone with Y/N.

"I'm off, see you soon kitten," he greeted her before disappearing, carefully closing the door behind him, the resulting sound no longer sounding so soft to Y/N's ears.

She felt she was being teased.

"What does that mean?" she repeated more somberly, Jimin took a seat on the sofa, crossing his legs in a pose that screamed elegance and power.

"I bought you, that's what it means."

It was a lie, Seokjin had made a gift of her to Jimin, but the latter with that statement tried to give himself an intimidating aura, buying a person after all was not something everyday, one had to be a powerful and influential person to do so, the man wanted her to feel fear in his presence.

She was stunned, "Why would you do that? You hate me, you find me useless! Is this another way to torture me?" she hissed with tears in her eyes, "You made me lose everything, what more do you want from me?"

She was broken.

She had run away from a monster to save her sister, but she had lost her and had been humiliated in more ways than one by Jimin and his former lover, if she could have ended it to avoid more suffering she would have taken the chance.

"I don't hate you, silly," sighed Jimin as he took off his jacket, "You irritate me with your stubborn attitude, but I don't hate you...it's other people I reserve my poison for, it's precious, it's the fuel that gets me going, my beautiful girl" he got up from his seat to go pour himself a few shots of vanilla rum, the crystal mini bar displayed his small but expensive collection of drinks, they were mostly classic brands, Jimin must have been an experienced drinker.

He sipped slowly from his glass, the plump, glossy lips matched perfectly with the transparent rim, soaking up the amber liquid, the piercing tapped lightly against the crystalline surface. Y/N imagined the sinful taste they had, wondered why she had not met him in his angel form, why she was given the devil, after the hell she had already been accustomed to.

"And then..." he continued, "I wouldn't let you stay at the Dark Moon a minute longer, I've already told you that but maybe it's better to refresh your memory," he murmured as he approached, the girl took small steps back, nothing compared to the male's two strides, "I won't let any other man get his hands on you, I want you and consequently you belong to me," he said casting a languid glance at the woman's lips.

"And what will you do in case you get tired of me?" she provoked him.

Jimin's eyes darkened, "What should I do with a stupid little girl like you?" he asked, not answering her question.

Neither of them would have liked the answer.

He took a lock of her soft hair in his fingers, bringing it to his nose he inhaled its light fragrance, the hospital had turned the girl off. He decided to leave her alone for the time being, she needed to recover, and from her thin, depressed appearance he guessed it would take quite some time.

"Here is a room with a bathroom for you, you will also find clean clothes, you may go," he turned away from her, who resumed breathing normally. Jimin was lethal and she feared it was not for one simple reason.

It may have sounded absurd, but no matter how much her instincts screamed at her to escape from the clutches of that monster, a much darker part of her could not stop pointing out its bewitching and sinful aspect.

Hers was a desire that had to be kept silent and hidden inside the closet because it was shameful and sick.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

warnings: just a lot of anger and heartbreak.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Uhtred and his men are ordered to bring you to Wiltunscir, to marry a nobleman, but Sihtric is not planning on letting you go.

word count: 2,9k

note: looks like there might be one more part after this!

Part I Part II Part II Part IV: The Pain.

You cried as you sat upon a horse, knowing this was it. The day your journey to Wiltunscir would start, to be wedded to a man you didn't even know, but was twice your age. Only so your father's fear of having his name disgraced would be put to an end.

'What's the matter, princess? I heard he's not that bad of a man,' Uhtred said as he saw your tears, but upon hearing you cry harder, he quickly turned and got on his horse.

'Lord, where is Sihtric?' Finan asked. 'I do not know,' Uhtred said, 'I informed him a few hours ago, but if he won't be here soon we have to leave without him. We have a long journey ahead of us and little time to waste. It is already noon, we can't wait much longer.'

Finan looked over his shoulder and saw you cry. He rode his horse next to Uhtred's and leaned over to whisper softly.

'Lord, I do not have a good feeling about this. It doesn't feel right to bring this young woman into an arranged marriage, just because of a weird nightmare Alfred had.' 'I know, Finan, I do not like this either, but I am sworn to Alfred. I have to do this or he will banish me for not obeying orders.'

Both men looked back at you with sympathy in their eyes, but quickly turned their faces when they heard voices approaching.

'Sihtric, you can't do this.' 'Watch me, Father, just watch me.' 'You will get yourself killed!' 'Alfred will never know, Beocca, unless you tell him.' 'You cannot take her and run off!'

Their argument was heated, which made Finan and Uhtred look up in surprise and confusion. You looked at Sihtric and felt your stomach turn. The man you wanted to be with was now going to escort you to marry someone else.

'Sihtric, what is this about?' Uhtred said and he looked at Beocca.

Beocca threw his arms up, trying to speak, but nothing came out.

'Sihtric?' Uhtred asked sternly. Concern grew on his face as he watched Sihtric climb up on your horse. 'Hey, Sihtric, that is not your horse, mate,' Finan tried to make light of the situation, but he quickly shared a worried look with Uhtred and Beocca.

Sihtric didn't say a word. He settled behind you in the saddle, pulled you against his chest, and without a word he kicked the horse into a gallop.

Uhtred and Finan were too taken aback to follow right away, and Uhtred looked at Beocca.

'Father, what is this about?' 'That boy of yours,' Beocca said, but he stopped talking, closed his eyes and muttered a quick prayer. 'Father?' Finan said, with a worried smile. 'The princess,' Beocca said, 'she is in love with Sihtric. And he is in love with her.' 'What?' Uhtred asked, confused, 'since when?' 'Before you left to Cippanhamm.' 'Cippanhamm?' Uhtred looked up at Finan, 'but that was nearly a season ago.' Beocca sighed, 'yes, it was.' 'But how did he know about her? I hadn't seen her until this morning. I had not even heard a word about her until last night,' Uhtred tried to make sense of Beocca's words.

Beocca quickly explained what had happened. That he had caught you and Sihtric outside and pulled you apart, about the letter you wrote him before they left for Cippanhamm, and about how he had made Sihtric and you meet in the church.

Uhtred and Finan looked at him with big eyes.

'They did what in a church now?' Finan asked. 'Not a word, Finan, not a word,' Beocca snarled and made a cross, but Finan couldn't help but chuckle and he turned to Uhtred. 'This explains his reckless behaviour before we left for Cippanhamm, lord. Remember we suddenly had to keep him out of fights here?'

Uhtred nodded and rubbed his hands over his face.

'What am I supposed to do?' he asked Finan and Beocca, who both had no answer for him.

In the meantime, Sihtric had held you tight with one arm around your waist as he had galloped away from Wessex, without having said a word. Once the fort was not in sight anymore he slowed the horse down and eventually stopped in a field. He got off the horse and helped you down safely.

'Sihtric,' you said, having no more tears left, 'what are you doing?' 'I don't know,' he admitted, as he paced back and forth. He took your face in his hands and as he looked in your eyes, you saw the exact moment he broke. 

He stepped away from you and reached for his axe, fell down to his knees and started to strike the axe down into the defenceless ground, groaning in anger with each strike. Over and over again until his arm was hurting and his throat was sore.

You watched him do it and you were too overwhelmed with everything, that all you could do was sit down and watch the man that you love being broken into pieces, right in front of you.

After a moment that felt to last for ages, Sihtric finally dropped his axe as he let out one last deep, loud, broken and hopeless grunt. And as you shivered at the sound of him you heard horses approach.

'Sihtric!' Uhtred yelled. 

Finan had already gotten off his horse and ran up to Sihtric, who had his head in his hands as he sat down. Finan looked at you and you gave him a nod that you were at least calm.

'Sihtric, what is your plan here?' Uhtred spoke, 'running off with the princess? And go, where? Alfred's entire army will be looking for you, you won't stand a chance. They will claim you've taken her hostage if this ever comes out.'

Sihtric was breathing heavily as he cried. Then he slowly walked up to you and kneeled down in front of you, his head low as he took your hands.

'Sihtric, don't.' you whispered, but he gently helped you up your feet. He looked at you, defeated and on edge, and you felt he was more unpredictable than ever.

'Let her go,' Uhtred said, 'we have to talk about this. But we can't stay here, we should move. She will ride with me.' 'I will not allow you to take her away from me!' Sihtric shouted, and he pulled his knife as he shoved you behind him.

Finan jumped back and Uhtred threw up his hands, and you just froze.

'Sihtric, boy, don't take it out on us, eh?' Finan said, 'we like this as much as you do.'

Sihtric didn't speak, he kept his knife up and looked back and forth between the men.

'Put down the knife, Sihtric,' Uhtred said calmly, 'you might hurt yourself.'

Sihtric's stance weakened, and his hands were shaking as he tried to control his tears.

'We won't resolve it this way. We need to move, find a place to stay and talk about this, okay? But not here,' Uhtred said, 'lower your knife, and let her go with me.' 'No!' Sihtric cried, and continued with a broken voice, 'she stays with me! I will not let you take her to Wiltunscir.' 'Sihtric, she is to marry a nobleman. There are worse fate for women here,' Finan said. 'He will marry her and he will make her a slave, will he not?' Sihtric hissed, 'we know men like that. We have fought men like that. I have killed men like that, and I will do it again.'

Finan desperately brushed his hands through his hair, he was at a loss, and Sihtric then lowered his knife as he broke down again.

'Now you listen to me!' Uhtred raised his voice. He walked over to Sihtric and punched him in his face, twice, to which he fell down onto his knees, but didn't flinch at the pain. You shouted at Uhtred and wanted to attack him, but Finan held you back. 

Sihtric just laughed as he felt the cut on his forehead, caused by Uhtred's rings, and he wiped the blood away from his nose, which Uhtred had hit with his second punch. Finan knew they were about to lose Sihtric if he didn't calm down soon, as he was becoming a danger to himself and everyone around him with his reckless behaviour.

'You will let go of this, now!' Uhtred said firmly, and he grabbed Sihtric's hair to lift his head up and face him. 'You will ride with us and we will stop at the closest town. Where we will eat and we will sleep, and tomorrow we will talk about this when your head is clear. Do you hear me?'

Sihtric breathed heavily and spat out the blood which had run down his throat, but he didn't say a word.

'Do you hear me?' Uhtred shouted and yanked Sihtric's head back further. 'Yes,' Sihtric groaned, with a voice that didn't even sound like his own.

Uhtred pushed Sihtric's head down as he let go of him. He walked over to you and Finan, who had let go of you by now.

'You ride with me,' Uhtred said.

'No,' you heard yourself say, and you stepped away from them. Uhtred gave you a bewildered look as you then ran to Sihtric.

'My darling,' you whispered, as you took his face in your hands and looked into his exhausted eyes. And even now, when his face was painted with his own blood, which ran down his forehead and from his nose, down to his lips and his chin, you still thought he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He brought his hands up to yours and gave you a weak smile, 'I will not let any other man touch you, ever,' he whispered, and he wrapped his arms around you.

'Can you believe this?' Uhtred said quietly so you couldn't hear it, and he gestured to you.  'Lord,' Finan said and shook his head, 'leave me out of this.' 'How crazy must the man go before she sees he is a danger?' Uhtred asked, in complete and utter disbelief, 'if he keeps this up he will be the death of her. The death of us even.'

Finan clenched his jaw and nodded.

'Lord, we have to find a way to solve this. Sihtric will not leave her side, and she won't leave him either by the looks of it. But if we take her to Wiltunscir as planned, with Sihtric -' 'Then there will be a slaughter,' Uhtred finished Finan's sentence. 'Aye. A bloody slaughter.'

Uhtred patted Finan's shoulder and gave him an understanding nod.

'We ride, now.' Uhtred said as he walked to his horse, and so did Finan.

You helped Sihtric up and carefully wiped the blood from his face, and he closed his eyes to your gentle touch. You were both tired and emotionally drained, and all you wanted was to be in his arms. But the next town was not near and you wouldn't reach it until late night, so there was no time for comfort, or so you thought.

Sihtric helped you up on the horse, but before he did he told you to sit with both legs on one side. You didn't quite understand why, but you did as he asked. And when Sihtric climbed in the saddle after you, you understood why. He pulled you against him and you wrapped your arms around him as you looked up into his eyes. He gave you a comforting smile, and you just couldn't hold yourself back anymore. You placed your hands onto his neck and you kissed his lips. You pulled back fast, as if you were shocked by your own behaviour in front of the other men, but it wasn't long until Sihtric pulled you back in and he kissed you slow and deep.

You heard Finan clear his throat not far away from you, but you both ignored him, and soon you heard their horses walking away. Sihtric held you tight with one arm around your waist as he kicked the horse to walk, but his lips didn't leave yours until they felt bruised. After that you buried your face in his neck and held him tight, and you didn't let go until you reached the town, where Uhtred arranged two rooms at the town's Inn to stay the night at.

The four of you walked up to the bedroom doors and Uhtred opened both. Sihtric pulled you into one of the rooms with him as Finan and Uhtred stood in front of the other opening.

'Sihtric,' Uhtred said, 'I know you do not wish to leave her side, but it's better if-' but Sihtric slammed the door before Uhtred could finish.

Finan chuckled and walked with Uhtred into the other room, and they decided they would not interfere anymore, for it was hopeless.

Before you ended up in bed with Sihtric, you made sure his bruises and cuts were clean and not giving him much discomfort. But to that he smiled and said this was nothing compared to his battle wounds. He promised you he was fine and calmer than before, and he just wanted to be with you and think of nothing else anymore. 

You helped him untie his armour and he finally seemed more relaxed as he watched you fumble with the laces. When you finally had taken off his armour and he wasn't wearing much else anymore, except for his lower garments, he pulled you into bed with him, where he carefully took off your clothes, and he apologised for his reckless behaviour in between kisses.

And the man who had been rough and dominant with you just the night before, seemed now as if he had never existed, for his hands touched you in the most gentle way. Sihtric kissed you, soft and slow, pouring all his love for you out in the sweetest moans you'd ever heard, and he made love with you in the most sensual and passionate way. And even if he was a beast, a brute, and a Dane, he was your lover. And tonight he was tender, and he made you feel his you love like no one else ever would or even could. You were his and his alone, and he was yours and he would always be yours, even if it would cost him his life.

And for the first time since you had met, you could finally fall asleep in his arms, and you had never felt so safe and complete as you did then.

The next morning you were woken early by Uhtred banging on your door. You both got ready as quickly as you could. But not before Sihtric had told you how he loved you and made sweet love to you again, which felt even better in the morning, and it left you both flustered when you sat down with Uhtred and Finan for breakfast.

Finan chuckled when he had taken a good look at the two of you. You both still had red cheeks and a glow that you'd only get after making the kind of love you just made. Uhtred could also tell what had been going on, which only made the situation worse.

'Sihtric,' Uhtred said, 'how do you think this was going to work.' And with that question Uhtred quickly brought you back to reality.

'There has to be a way,' Sihtric said, 'there just has to be. What if we just disappear?' 'I don't know,' Finan said, 'you'll need a place to live. And you are a familiar face by now, Sihtric, and people talk.' 'What if I just go back to Wessex?' you said. 'You can't go back to Wessex,' Uhtred said, 'at least not with Sihtric.' 'Maybe Dunholm? It is captured by the Danes now. They'd welcome you,' Finan said. 'Until they find out who she is,' Sihtric said. 'Sihtric is right, she will become a target,' Uhtred added.

You took a deep breath and looked up at Sihtric, who had his arms around you. You did not want to leave this man, ever. And you felt like you could burst into tears any moment now, which Uhtred saw, and he then knew that this wasn't just some fling, but real love.

'There might be a way,' Uhtred said slowly, and everyone looked up at him.

He hesitated to continue for a moment.

'Beocca,' he said, 'told me that there is a way.' He looked up at Sihtric, and continued, 'You could carry her off. Meaning that you marry her and bed her, which will need a witness. But this way the marriage can hold. She will be seen as dishonoured, as you are a Dane, and she is a Christian,' 'Believed,' you interrupted, 'believed to be Christian.' 'Believed to be Christian,' Uhtred said with a soft smile, 'and therefore no Christian men will want her anymore, for she will not be worthy. She'd be blemished. But this means that she will most likely be banished from Wessex and her family.' 'I do not care about Wessex or my family,' you said, and you turned to Sihtric, 'let's marry.' 'Is this true?' he asked, 'if we marry, will she be free?' 'Free of Wessex and her family, yes,' Uhtred said, 'but we can never know what that nobleman will do, who is expecting a bride soon.'

Sihtric looked at you, and he gave a light and nervous chuckle. 'But who will marry us?' you asked. Uhtred looked at Finan, who smiled. 'Beocca will,' Finan said, 'I know he will.' 'But then we have to go back to Wessex, and we can't do that,' you said. 'It is only half a day's travel to Wessex, I can fetch him,' Uhtred said, 'but are you sure?'

Uhtred looked at you, 'Are you sure you want to marry Sihtric, and give up any claim you have to Wessex and know your family will banish you?' 'Uhtred,' you said, 'I would give my life for him.' And you felt Sihtric's arms tighten around you as Uhtred gave you a confirming nod.

'Then I will fetch Beocca.'

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰win it all !꒱

to build hype around the new season, your arrival to the games was kept a secret up until it went live, and some legends had more notable reactions than others.

character x legend!reader

includes crypto, octane, and mirage !

a/n : im sorry ive been gone but look i made you some contenttttt daddy made you your favorite open wide 🥳. im noticing a severe lack of apex fanfics rn so here is my contribution 🤲.

warnings : mentions of stalking (average crypto behavior), drugs (average octane behavior), & mentions of hooking up (you guessed it, average mirage behavior).

CRYPTO // TAEJOON PARK: 

crypto doesnt like surprises, period. its one thing if its mediocre like a birthday party, but a whole person was hidden under his nose and he had no idea? unacceptable.

in summary, youve shattered his ego simply from your presence. not cool.

hes not really known for looking approachable either, so unless youve got the balls or stupidity to talk to him, hell keep to himself and sulk. this sets back any plans he had in the back of his mind by a whole season.

when you introduce yourself to him on the dropship he practically ignores you, acting as if anything else is more interesting than this small talk.

"hi im y/n, ive heard a lot about you from mirage. nice to meet you!" he rolls his eyes, witt is always one to blabber about others.

you scoff at his response, "dont expect me to be as open and idiotic as elliott." he almost adds you to that list, but holds back on it. if anything lifeline has told him holds weight, you could be useful to get information from the syndicate.

"im crypto by the way." he continues, if he plays his cards right you could almost be worth his time.

getting paired with you and mirage was almost comical, its as if the games were trying to make his life as hard as possible.

you got along annoyingly well with mirage, but you seemed more hesitant when it came to crypto, which was truly bothered him. (it was not jealousy at all. he was not jealous whatsoever. nope, definitely not.)

hes struggling to interact with you, like he does with most of the other legends, but youre a different case due to how useful you could be to him. thats usually the reasoning he uses when he racks his brain for ideas to come across less mean without irreparably ruining his reputation.

as if his prayers had been answered, a few hours after your first game you appear in the doorway to his room with a piece of high tech equipment in your hand. but your expression is different from how it was before. you appear upset, how can you be angry with him already? youve barely interacted!

if you want to be pissy, so can he. "can i help you? he asks, annoyance in his voice. "im almost sure you can, brilliant hacker." you drop the equipment in front of him on his desk, distracting him from his current project. he scowls. "what exactly am i looking at here?" you roll your eyes. "you tell me, this is clearly yours right? found it in my room." 

he examines the object, looks like a hidden camera. "ive never seen this before, if you want me to fix it call someone else, im not tech support." he pushes it to the side, but youre not having it. "nuh-uh, you cant brush this off. i know youve created the cameras used to record the games, this has to be your tech!"

so you think hes stalking you? thats a good idea honestly, he wish he had thought of it first. "just because i created those doesnt mean i also designed this. looks like someone else wants to keep an eye on you. got anyone in mind?" you pause for a moment, letting his words sink in. why cant it just be an open and shut case?

"i have no idea, i just got here! is anyone else even knowledgeable enough to design something like this?" he shrugs. "looks can be deceiving." "will you at least help me figure out whos stalking me?" he wants to say no. he knows its bad news, especially for someone like him to get involved in. but its a great opportunity to get closer to you. closer to his end goal, and despite it truly not being the only reason, he decides its good enough for him. "i guess i can make time, tell me about your interactions since youve joined." 

from this point on, you and crypto get much closer, it feels like he knows everything about you. (maybe he does honestly 💀.)

but you can tell hes getting frustrated when it comes to the hidden camera, and you cant help but feel like a nuisance. 

on the surface, crypto looks like you are whats stressing him out. why hes angrier than usual, why hes drowning himself in his work. and in a way thats true, but not exactly.

in reality, hes more worried for your safety. your arrival was an entire surprise, so how could someone have infiltrated your room to begin with? he cant figure it out, and almost entirely forgets the original reason he wanted to get to know you. 

its no longer a matter of getting information, that can wait. he has all season after all. but someone else trying to watch you? he wont tolerate it, and wants it to be the first thing thats fixed, he likes you much better when youre not paranoid, not like him.

OCTANE // OCTAVIO SILVA:

HYPED!!! another legend is always exciting to octane, even more so when he gets lucky enough to be paired with them.

octavio can be a bit much at times, but you match his energy almost perfectly! 

dedication to the apex games, and genuinely having a great time, not finding him annoying??? he should ask if youre into hard drugs too at this point.

anyone who goes up against the two of you on a team together should fear for their lives. octane swears hes never had so much fun in a match before. (almost as much fun as id have if kings canyon was in the map rotation this season ☹.)

theres a voice in the back of his head that he cant shake, telling him youre someone sent from the syndicate to mess with him, or maybe something worse.

he doesnt want to risk making you upset with him (like some other legends) so he reluctantly keeps these thoughts to himself, but due to his online personality being so similar to his real self, you almost immediately notice a change.

you decide to confront octane after the match, and originally he completely disregards your questions.

"what are you on about, compadre? im fine, really!" but youre not having it, and octane knows youre not going to drop this so easily.

"i just cant help but think this isnt how you usually act outside of games." you shrug when he asks for your reasoning of pressing on. "well how would you know? you just got here." he chuckles. "which i think is exactly why youre hiding things from me. i understand though, its hard to trust someone you just met. i only had an outsiders perspective up until a few hours ago."

"thats exactly whats so scary about you amigo. you seem like youre some fuckin syndicate spy!" "why? because we get along?" octane sighs. maybe having a legend who understands him is a bad thing. its easier to justify someone who hates him, theres plenty reason to. but like him? enjoy his company? hes confused, to say the least.

hes frantically reaching for one of his stims, if his mind is going to be racing so frantically, the rest of his body might as well do the same. "lets leave this here for now, yeah? ive got some videos to film!" he gets up quickly, but stops dead in his tracks when you offer to help him with his stunts. he whips around back over to you. "you sure?" you nod with a smile that might make him more energetic than any stim could. "alright cmon cmon cmon! i hope you known how to hold a camera, if you miss any good shots im gonna be pissed!"

rumors start about octanes elusive camera operator, all kinds of misinformation spreads too, some of it crazier than others. 

you personally find it funny, sometimes tempting the viewers by almost flipping it around to show your face, but youre stopped by octane and his ridiculously fast reflexes everytime.

"hey hey amigo no need to ruin the mystery! plus you totally just didnt film that awesome stunt i just did! what am i paying you for!?" 

you try your best to stop yourself from laughing, but at this point youre sure it must be obvious its you behind the camera, youre just going along with the "mystery" because octane asked you to by whispering in your ear that it "increases his interaction" or whatever influencer bullshit. (you were more focused on his voice than what he was saying tbh 🧍.)

the other legends are sick of you two at this point, and are just about ready to expose the "secret" to get octane to shut up 😭. when i say you guys are always together doing stupid shit i mean ALWAYS!!

MIRAGE // ELLIOTT WITT:

a flirt wbk. expect to be invited to lots of yacht parties.

mirage is known to have a very welcoming aura, and you noticed this the second you first interacted on the dropship. (anyone wanna take me out? come find me 🤭.)

you guys are on the same team for tdm, and he is almost constantly by your side.

someone sneaks up behind you? hes already sending a decoy their way so you can get the upper hand.

in case you miss? no worries, hes right behind you with pinpoint accuracy. (talk about a great first impression.)

you guys absolutely crushed the opposite team 50-15, and mirage hurriedly rushes over to you the second the match is concluded to invite you to his celebration party that night.

youre more surprised he has the energy to still keep going after such an intensive match, and you barely get the chance to say maybe before hes walking away excitedly.

uh, actually i might sit this one out-" "cool, cool, cool. ill see you tonight!"

lets just say things get… interesting on the mirage a trois 😀.)

you hooked up on the boat okay, youre not the first (and might not be the last either.)

parties werent necessarily your thing, but after elliott had practically won the game for you today, you figured showing up was the least you could do to return the favor. you were honestly just hoping the yacht didnt blow up like youd heard about his other ones doing…

you arrive way later than everyone else in hopes that you arent the first person there, but your current situation is almost just as awkward as everyone assumes you managed to get lost on your way here. (as if you could miss mirages yacht if you tried…) however, you probably did look just as lost as everyone assumed you were while trying to find mirage in the sea of decoys and other party guests.

when you finally stop getting bamboozled and find the real mirage, you try to explain you were only stopping by out of politeness, but hes not having any of it. "what do you mean youre leaving already? weve gotta make up for all the partying time lost while you werent here!" he hands you a drink and leads you to a table with crypto and wattson, who seem to have just had an… important conversation interrupted with your presence.

"if theres anyone you wanna get to know in the games, other than me of course, these are the legends!" youre almost amazed at how mirage chooses to ignore the awkward atmosphere hes created, and manages to smooth it over in record time as well. crypto looks as annoyed as ever, meanwhile wattson attempts her best at a conversation with the group, and you almost wish you never showed up in the first place.

‘almost’ is the key word here, you knew deep down you didnt really have anywhere else to be, and going along with whatever such an attractive legend says was surely better than staying in your dorm room and missing out on a night of fun. which is exactly why when elliott leaned closer to your ear and said something that definitely wasnt pg-friendly, you downed your drink and made quick goodbyes to his friends before leaving to a secluded area of the yacht with the party host himself. 

i think by now the other legends are just waiting for you two to finally announce theres something between you. 

everyone, and i mean everyone seems to know, and i swear rampart is one more flirtatious comment away from exposing your corny asses during the next match.

however, youre hesitant. youre still incredibly new to the games, isnt it odd for things to be moving so fast?

sure, elliott is great, but you cant help but have an anxious feeling in your stomach, and making the mistake of looking at comments online surely isnt helping either.

mirage noticed your shift in behavior immediately, hes been around you more than any of the other legends, and he expects to be the first to hear of whats troubling you (if youre okay with it, of course).

he might not seem like it at first glance, but mirage really is a great listener. despite your first impressions of him making him out to be well… a party-loving flirt, he has so many more layers to him than whats on the surface level.

when he gets serious, hes not cracking his usual jokes, although hes still got his awkward charm. 

"i just… feel like were moving too fast. its only been a month since ive joined the game after all…"

he thinks for a moment before responding calmly, "well i mean, if you wanna take things slower, all you had to do was ask. besides we have all the time in the world! as long as you dont have some secret plan to leave the games or something, than were fine!" you smile at him.

okay, maybe he does still joke a little bit, put i promise its fine in context 😭😭.

can you tell i like crypto (especially jealous crypto) a totally normal amount 😦 totally not inspired by the mcc song by derivakat 🫶

[dollywony]

Hi gorgeous!! I was wondering if you could do a yandere miles x f! Reader if you’re comfortable but it’s fine if you’re not!! 💞💞 also could I be 🩰 anon if you take anons??

so pretty - m.f

pairing(s): miles x reader & reader x s/o

summary: being chased around by a man who just killed your friend doesn’t sound like how you wanted to end your evening.

a/n: hi ml!! ive never written anything about yanderes so take this as you please 🫶 + ofc you can be 🩰 anon <3 + i do not mean to romanticize this in anyway, it is purely fiction!

warnings: yandere themes, cursing, mentions of murder

wc: 1.6k+

You pant, frantically running away from the man who’s holding a knife you can’t help but think it’s been a hectic fucking month. First your best friend is shot right in front of your eyes, next the same fucker who shot your friend is chasing you with a dangerously sharp knife.

Fuck who even was this dude? What did he want from you? You spun around, picked up a nearby rock and flung it at him. Not even sparing him a glance you ran. You ran until you felt as if your lungs were going to fail you.

As you tried to catch your breath, you dashed behind an enormous tree. You didn’t want to die, you barely lived your life. And what about your boyfriend? You loved him too much. Fuck what if you didn’t make it out alive? How would he react?

You heard leaves crunching under the thick boots this murderer had on. He was near. Your palms were clammy. Were you going to die tonight? Was this it?, You thought, eyes watering up at the thought. As you closed your eyes and tried to call yourself down with breathing methods everything went silent.

“Did he leave? God I hope he did.” You muttered underneath your breath, so quietly you barely heard it yourself. However this wasn’t the same for him.

He had gone quiet, hoping you would come out. And indeed you did. He heard your silly little prayers. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His Y/n was always too gullible. You reminded him of a puppet. No, scratch that, a doll. An unused doll, a porcelain doll that was fragile and needed someone to help her. And that person was him. Only he could help you.

He had gone quiet, hoping you would come out. And indeed you did. He heard your silly little prayers. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His Y/n was always too gullible. You reminded him of a puppet. No, scratch that, a doll. An unused doll, a porcelain doll that was fragile and needed someone to help her. And that person was him. Only he could help you.

You heard him chuckle. You thought it sounded familiar but shrugged it off, blaming it on your nerves. He was still here. Shit, did he hear you? When you were lost in your thoughts, the man charged at you.

Your eyes shot up, alarmed only to be knocked down by the man who had tackled you to refrain you from moving. You screams weren’t heard as he had slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Shut that fucking mouth up before I shove a knife down it.” The man’s voice came out, rough. Your screams had gone instantly silent hearing those words come out of his mouth.

“Good girl.” he complimented, knife in hand to know that his threat wasn’t empty. You told yourself over and over in your head that this wasn’t real, this was all a nightmare. A nightmare that felt too realistic. Oh for goodness sake, who were you trying to fool? You knew that this could either be the end of your life or a start of a very twisted one.

As the masked man starts to slowly pull something out his bag, he tuts, “Y/n.. you know staring at someone is bad.” It was as if he was scolding a child.

“How do you know my name?” Your voice came out, small. Fuck. You were terrified. First this man fucking kills your bestfriend, then he tackles me, and he knows my name?

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, alright?” He hummed, revealing ropes of thick long rope that had spilled out of his bag. Just what was he planning on doing?

“Can I at least get a name?” You whimpered out, back aching from the position you were in. “Oh Y/n you already know me! You don’t recognize me?” He exclaims, imitating a sniffle.

“Well if you don’t, wouldn’t you like to know?,” he uttered out. “You were always too nosy for your good. Never liked that about you really.” Snorts of amusement coming from under the mask.

Your eyes went down immediately, filled with embarrassment with his comments. His hand jerked to grab your chin rather roughly, forcing eye contact. Well, that’s what you assumed he saw. You felt his smirk through the mask. Fucker.

“Don’t be shy Y/n! It’s alright no one’s around to hear anything.” You could practically hear the glee in his voice. As it was obvious that you weren’t going to attempt to talk to him, he sighed.

He got up off of you, you were relieved yet confused why he did so. But just as those thoughts were let loose. You felt the thick rope circling you continuously. Shit. You were done for.

When he was content with his work, he took a step back and broke out into a fit of giggles. It was so amusing to him, seeing her all scared and teary eyed. He had gotten something he finally wanted. He craved her. He craved seeing those tears dripping down her oh so beautiful face, pleading him to stop.

“Fine,” he huffed out, tired of your silence. “If you want to know who I am so badly, I’ll let you see for yourself.” The rage in ripping off the detailed mask was no shock compared to who lied behind it.

Fucking Miles. The boy you rejected in junior year. He was cool about it, saying it was alright. That was before he had stormed off into the boys bathroom, returning with blood stained hands, ignoring people’s stares.

Suspiciously, you had no choice but to cross him off the list as a suspect to whoever was sending you those creepy letters as he stopped pursuing you. Guess you were wrong.

Those creepy letters holding creepy messages. “I love you so much Y/n, you know your strawberry shampoo really makes you smell nice.” and “I know you’re afraid of the dark Y/n, don’t worry I’ll be around to help you my darling.” were just a few of many horrendous letters.

“Miles?” You said, baffled seeing him. “That’s right darling.” He said, tossing the mask god knows where. “You know Y/n, I thought you would’ve gotten the clue. I always get what I want,” He spoke, grasping you by the collar of your shirt. “And I want you Y/n. I love you so so much. I’ll love you until the day I die. If you die, I’ll die as well.”

“M-Miles.. I don’t really know what to say..,” you spluttered out. “My answer is still the same Miles I’m so sor-” “Why won’t you love me?” Miles spat out, cutting you off. He started to shake you aggressively. “Just why? Am I that unlovable? Am I unattractive? Is there anything I can fix about myself?” Miles babbled on, letting the grip on your shirt loose.

“Miles- Miles,” you spoke up, attracting his attention. “Miles. You know why I don’t love you? It’s because-” you suddenly gasped as he placed the tip of the knife onto your chin, as if it was edging you to go on.

“Hmm?,” Miles edged on. “Go on darling, tell me.” He finished off, pressing the knife down knowing if he went any deeper he’d leave a cut.

You went silent. You knew if you said anything you’d probably end up dead, for this was Miles last straw. If you blew it, god knows what would happen.

“That’s right pretty, I know you didn’t have anything against me. Empty words hurt you know Y/n? I know you didn’t mean it but still.” Miles said, holding a look that mocked sadness.

“C'mon love speak to me. I’m not that mean.,” Miles pouted, slowly bringing the knife down to his side. “You know this is because I love you so so much.” Miles babbled, caressing your hair.

“Miles, if you let me go, I won't tell anyone. I promise.” You whispered, slowly pulling your head up. “Please Miles, please please.” You muttered over and over like a mantra. You were desperate and wanted to escape. Fuck you would even keep your word. You wouldn’t tell anyone if you would live.

“No, no, no you’re lying.” he mumbled under his breath. “Stop lying to me!” Miles shouted at your face, spit splattering onto your face. Fuck thats nasty.

“Miles i swear to fucking god please i wont ever..” you trailed off, stopping mid sentence as Miles turned his attention to his bag. He was digging in his bag, tossing things that weren't his desired object. Curses and pleads continuously split from him.

For a moment he stopped. He stopped and turned around with the biggest smirk on his face holding a rag. A wet rag in fact. What the fuck was that dosed in?, You thought. Was this really going to be your last moment? Spent in the woods with Miles fucking Fairchild.

You stared at him as he approached with his long limbs, stomping against the dirt filled ground. Once he bent down to you, he didn’t hesitate on muffling you with the rag. You screamed and screamed but you were helpless. Your cries weren’t heard by anyone other than Miles. In fact, he looked as if he enjoyed it. Sick fucker.

Your lids felt heavy. Shit. as Miles felt content at what he was looking at, he lifted the rag, throwing it god knows where. “Fuck you Miles.” you spit at him with all the power you had in your body before you felt your consciousness slipping from you. Gazing above you, you saw Miles grasping your hands with such fragility, as if you were going to break any second. “Miles you’ll regret this so much..” you stuttered off, chloroform kicking in letting the chances of you staying away strand you.

“So, so pretty.” Miles lavished, admirably gazing your body out cold. He heaved your body off the cold ground, carrying you as if you were a baby. ``Let's go home now, hmm?” Miles questioned your unconscious body knowing he wouldn’t get a response. It made him feel joyful. You were finally his. And you were only his. Forever.

[munchmemes]

HARI KONDABOLU: WARN YOUR RELATIVES

because i was a fool and deleted the original post + updated a bit

❛ how is 800 not significant? ❜ ❛ you have to weave through a capitalist obstacle course. ❜ ❛ hey, [NAME], why did you miss your flight? ❜ ❛ i just bought a 40 pound Toblerone for no reason. ❜ ❛ hey, you look nervous. why do you look so nervous? ❜ ❛ how do little bottles keep us safer? ❜ ❛ what i think is happening is that the government is in cahoots with the little bottle people. ❜ ❛ then you walk through another machine that swipes right to left like this and steals your thoughts. ❜ ❛ it’s a little suspicious. it’s a little SUSPICIOUS! ❜ ❛ yes, pay respect to your silent masters. ❜ ❛ what does that tell you!? what does that tell you!? ❜ ❛ that tells me you're on the internet too much. ❜ ❛ this is a depression beard. i’m depressed right now. ❜ ❛ i'm depressed right now. i am just a threat to myself. you have nothing to worry about. ❜ ❛ but if you’re there, then who’s - ❜ ❛ if you're the expert on being harassed, it's time you do the harassing, right? ❜ ❛ who brought the asshole with the microphone? ❜ ❛ why [is he] yelling so much? ❜ ❛ it was a delightful diminishment of my life's work. ❜ ❛ you need to keep it simple. elementary, my dear watson. elementary. ❜ ❛ look at you! look at what you look like! ❜ ❛ i look like a Muppet getting a PhD. ❜ ❛ i'm talking really loudly 'cause i want everyone to hear. ❜ ❛ Kid Rock, right? ❜ ❛ and also: WHAT THE FUCK? ❜ ❛ Kid Rock? you confused me with Kid Rock? ❜ ❛ maybe [they] saw the K and the I and ignored all the other letters. which is weird because that's not how reading works. ❜ ❛ that's the saddest shit in the world! ❜ ❛ but [they] felt bad. and i felt better so it was a win-win situation. ❜ ❛ well, you could’ve fooled me. ❜ ❛ i clearly fooled you! you were fooled! ❜ ❛ i don’t know what the fuck that means! ❜ ❛ i don’t know why you do this to us! ❜ ❛ well, now i know how to end the show, great. ❜ ❛ fucking snowflake. ❜ ❛ you don’t know me! i was an athlete! yes, chess is a sport! ❜ ❛ i’ve never heard of that technology. ❜ ❛ why are you blatantly lying to us? ❜ ❛ i figured it out. what they are doing is using the philosophy which is held within the song "it wasn't me" by Shaggy. ❜ ❛ things are so bad. they’re just really fucking awful. ❜ ❛ everything feels like the end of a Kurt Vonnegut novel. ❜ ❛ it's not good. it's just better than nothing, right? ❜ ❛ health insurance might as well be run by casinos at this point. ❜ ❛ it goes through the system, gets negotiated back and forth and you end up with far less than you want. ❜ ❛ what do we have now? like, echinacea, prayer and a hug. and [they're} trying to take the hug away. ❜ ❛ no, i don't know what those words mean. but i saw Rocky IV. ❜ ❛ my proposal wasn't about a redistribution of wealth. my healthcare proposal was about a redistribution of organs. ❜ ❛ after rich people die - i mean, after we kill them -  ❜ ❛ we kill these rich people and we take the organs from them. ❜ ❛ and we'd feast. we’d eat a little meal i call justice. ❜ ❛ now, you might be thinking 'well, [NAME], that sounds so unreasonable.' yes! it is! ❜

❛ i can’t believe [they] won though. i mean, seriously?! ❜ ❛ i don't wanna put my values on you but i was always told not to do that. honestly, i wasn't even told. i just kind of knew. ❜ ❛ i love my mom, man. my mom is my favourite person. ❜ ❛ my mom is the reason why i’m funny. ❜ ❛ my dad is the reason i have anxiety. ❜ ❛ half of your genes were an obstacle to overcome. ❜ ❛ don’t have children. only stupid people have children. ❜ ❛ my mom was Grindr before there was Grindr. ❜ ❛ ultimately, that’s what this is about. change hearts and minds. ❜ ❛ homosexuality is not an open rebellion against God. do you know what an open rebellion against God is? NASA. ❜ ❛ not now, [NAME]! ❜ ❛ that joke was about divinity! about identity! it was about the nature of power! ❜ ❛ so, i was licking this girl’s asshole … ❜ ❛ man, i fucking hate firefighters. ❜ ❛ who hates firefighters? what are you, the fucking Human Torch? ❜ ❛ what is this, the 1980s? or the Midwest now? ❜ ❛ it’s too spicy. what is it? ❜ ❛ it’s water. ❜ ❛ it’s a lemon. ❜ ❛ can i put ketchup on it? i wanna put ketchup. i wanna put ketchup on everything! ❜ ❛ that is the glorious taste of something. you’re tasting something. ❜ ❛ the story is, the mango was very juicy. that's the whole story. ❜ ❛ can you tell me the mango story again? ❜ ❛ it’s because that mango is that GOOD! ❜ ❛ it’s a good mango. ❜ ❛ i fucking love mangoes!! ❜ ❛ i would start a mango podcast if i could. ❜ ❛ this is why you need to cut your high school friends from Facebook. ❜ ❛ why does the devil need an advocate? he's the devil! why does the prince of darkness need your help exactly? ❜ ❛ that’s interesting. have you thought about selling your soul to the devil? ❜ ❛ you know, if you'd like to live forever, you could sell your soul to the devil. ❜ ❛ that’s all the devil wants! ❜ ❛ and i said 'yes' even though i had no idea what this meant. ❜ ❛ oh, shit! acting! ❜ ❛ oh, shit! he’s pretending this is real or something. ❜ ❛ this shit is wild. ❜ ❛ and then … HE PUNCHED ME IN THE CHEST. ❜ ❛ this is acting? i hate acting. ❜ ❛ oh, it’s okay. i have that joke. ❜ ❛ if you think i’m talking about you, then yes, i’m definitely talking about you, yes. ❜ ❛ we're gonna snapchat the revolution. ❜ ❛ you can't ask me where i'm from and not know geography. ❜ ❛ where's your white guilt? ❜ ❛ i'm not looking for a lot of white guilt, just enough where you apologize even if you don't mean it. ❜ ❛ i was vexed. i was fuming. i had had it up to here. ❜ ❛ there's no time for symbolism! ❜ ❛ what’s the deal with that old dude? ❜

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part IV)

I LOOK IN PEOPLE'S WINDOWS

I had died the tiniest death.

I spied the catch in your breath.

I'm afflicted by the not knowing.

I look in people's windows.

They have their friends over to drink nice wine.

I look in people's windows in case you're at their table.

What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

I still ponder what it meant.

I triеd searching faces on streets.

What are the chances you'd be downtown?

Does it feel alright to not know me?

I'm addicted to the "if only".

I look in people's windows like I'm some deranged weirdo.

THE PROPHECY

It's gone again.

I got cursed like Eve got bitten.

Was it punishment?

I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

A greater woman wouldn't beg.

I've been on my knees.

Change the prophecy.

Don't want money, just someone who wants my company,

Let it once be me.

Who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?

Still I dream of him.

I sound like an infant.

A greater woman stays cool.

I howl like a wolf at the moon.

I look unstable.

Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table.

A greater woman has faith.

Even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

I'm so afraid I sealed my fate.

Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay.

CASSANDRA

That's where I was when I got the call.

In the streets, there's a raging riot.

Burn the bitch.

When the truth comes out, it's quiet.

They killed *Name* first 'cause she feared the worst

They filled my cell with snakes.

Do you believe me now?

I was in my tower weaving nightmares.

What doesn't kill you makes you aware.

What happens if it becomes who you are?

They set my life in flames.

They knew the whole time that I was onto something.

The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line.

They all said nothing.

Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll.

Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul.

You can mark my words that I said it first.

In the morning warning, no one heard.

That's where I was when I lost it all.

I was onto something.

Not a single word was heard.

PETER

My lost fearless leader.

Is it something I did?

The goddess of timing once found us beguiling.

She said she was trying.

Was she lying?

I didn't wanna come down.

I thought it was just goodbye for now.

You said you were gonna grow up.

Are you still a mind reader?

I've heard great things.

Life was always easier on you than it was on me.

Sometimes it gets me.

We both did the best we could do.

I didn't wanna hang around.

I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn.

I hoped you'd return.

Tell me all that you'd learned.

Love's never lost when perspective is earned.

You said you'd come and get me.

The shelf life of those fantasies has expired.

Forgive me, *Name*, please know that I tried.

I tried to hold on to the days when you were mine.

The woman who sits by the window has turned out the light.

THE BOLTER

She almost drowned when she was six in frigid water.

I can confirm she made a curious child.

Reviled by everyone except her own father.

Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.

Excellent fun 'til you get to know her.

She runs like it's a race.

Her best mates laughed and they nicknamed her "The Bolter".

Oh, we must stop meeting like this.

It always ends up with a town car speeding out the drive one evening.

He'll call her a whore

As she was leaving, it felt like breathing.

All her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes.

It feels like the time she fell through the ice, then came out alive.

He was a cad, wanted her bad.

She liked the way he tastes.

At first blush, this is fate.

What a charming Saturday.

She just knows she must bolt.

She's been many places with men of many faces.

Hearts are hers for the breakin'.

She's got the best stories.

As she was leaving, it felt like freedom.

ROBIN

Long may you reign.

You're an animal.

You are bloodthirsty

You have no idea.

All this showmanship to keep it for you in sweetness.

Way to go, tiger.

Long may you roar.

You're a just ruler.

You look ridiculous and you have no idea.

Buried down deep and out of your reach, the secret we all vowed to keep.

You got the dragonflies above your bed.

You have a favorite spot on the swing set.

You have no room in your dreams for regrets.

You have no idea.

The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean.

You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline.

But now we'll curtail your curiosity in sweetness.

THE MANUSCRIPT

Now and then she rereads the manuscript of the entire torrid affair.

I'm not a donor but I'd give you my heart if you needed it.

You're a professional.

No, just a good samaritan.

If the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers.

Soon it was over.

She wished she was thirty..

Couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed.

She dated boys who were her own age.

She was so wise beyond her years.

Everything had been above board.

The years passed like scenes of a show.

The Professor said to write what you know.

Lookin' backwards might be the only way to move forward.

The actors were hitting their marks.

The slow dance was alight with the sparks.

At last, she knew what the agony had been for.

The only thing that's left is the manuscript.

One last souvenir from my trip to your shores.

The story isn't mine anymore.

[fandomnerd9602]

Adopting with the Goddess of Thunder

Fem!Thor x Reader (Love & Thunder)

Life has been going pretty smooth for you and the Goddess of Thunder.

You occasionally get visits from Loki, who’s apparently working with some organization called the TVA.

Frigga was loved by everyone on New Asgard and Thor was proving quite the confident leader.

Korg was always happy to babysit whenever you and Thora went off on “special missions”. Well that’s just code for date night.

You and Thora began having discussions about having another child. Thora would always end up a blushing mess at the talk, usually ending with her tackling you to the couch and covering you in kisses.

But then one afternoon, Thora heard something while talking to you. A distant prayer. She couldn’t quite pin it but someone was praying to her in desperation.

“I’ll be right back. Prep the medical bay!” she calls out to you before grabbing Stormbreaker and shooting off with the power of the BiFrost.

Thora came back a split second later with a small dehydrated little girl in her arms and a bald human alien being behind her.

You worked fast, hooking up an IV to the young child. Just a little saline to help rehydrate her.

You worked hooking one up to the girl’s father as well. “Thank you” he couldn’t stop saying to your wife.

“I tried calling out to the different gods.” The man explained, “but you’re the only one that answered”

“That’s what heroes do” Thora reassured the man. “What’s your name?”

“Gorr” the man answered. “My daughter’s Love”

“Your daughter is stable” you assure the man. He gives you a weak smile.

It was only a matter of moments later that Gorr passed. He was only holding out for his little girl.

You and Thora never left Love’s side as she recovered. Frigga even came with you and visited. The two little girls were inseparable.

Thora couldn’t help but smile, seeing her daughter getting along with another child.

Doctors were saying that a few more days of observation and Love would be good to go.

Thora looked to you and then to the children at play, an idea forming in her beautiful Asgardian head.

And of course, like all of Thora’s ideas, she brought it up in the middle of one of your nightly “tussles”.

She had you pinned to your bed, straddling you and gently nibbling your ear. “I was thinking” she whispers, “maybe we could bring Love home tomorrow”

You kiss the pulse of her neck, “you’re talking about adopting Love?”

She hums an affirmative.

“Not much of a debate. I think it’s a wonderful idea.” you smirk, gently massaging her back and spine while kissing her collarbone. Thora giggles.

“Good.” Thora moans out a response. She looks a little embarrassed at you for that being the way she answered.

The two of you share a little laugh and go right back to your “tussles”.

The very next day, you, Thora and little Frigga walked into the hospital room. Frigga ran up to Love and hugged her friend tightly.

“Love,” Thora smiled at the young girl, “would you like to come home with (Y/N) and I?”

“Like for a sleepover?” The young girl looked to her friend.

“Sort of” you smiled.

Love looked to Frigga who nodded enthusiastically. Love quickly nodded back.

You and Thora went thru the steps of adopting Love and officially adding her to your happy brood on New Asgard.

Frigga and Love absolutely view each other as sisters. You were amazed how quickly the two adapted.

Thora is a natural as a mother, she shows the exact amount of love and care for Love as she does for Frigga.

Sure there are a few ups and downs but that’s what life has to offer. Love looks up to you and Thora as her parents. There are still times she’ll cry thinking back on her father but you and Thora are always there for her.

New Asgard is small and humble but it hosts a lot of love and adoration. You and Thora can’t help but smile at the little slice of Valhalla that you carve out for yourselves.

[esther-dot]

Any thoughts on Sansa saying she wants the Great Sept burned? Is she a witch?

Dontos nodded. "He made a great pyre of the trees as an offering to his new god. The red priestess made him do it. They say she rules him now, body and soul. He's vowed to burn the Great Sept of Baelor too, if he takes the city." "Let him." When Sansa had first beheld the Great Sept with its marble walls and seven crystal towers, she'd thought it was the most beautiful building in the world, but that had been before Joffrey beheaded her father on its steps. "I want it burned." "Hush, child, the gods will hear you." "Why should they? They never hear my prayers." (ACOK, Sansa IV)

No, I don't think she's a witch, but there is something to her wishes coming true:

I hope he falls and shames himself, she thought bitterly. I hope Ser Balon kills him. When Joffrey proclaimed her father's death, it had been Janos Slynt who seized Lord Eddard's severed head by the hair and raised it on high for king and crowd to behold, while Sansa wept and screamed. later -> Morros dropped his lance, fought for balance, and lost. One foot caught in a stirrup as he fell, and the runaway charger dragged the youth to the end of the lists, head bouncing against the ground. Joff hooted derision. Sansa was appalled, wondering if the gods had heard her vengeful prayer. But when they disentangled Morros Slynt from his horse, they found him bloodied but alive. "Tommen, we picked the wrong foe for you," the king told his brother. "The straw knight jousts better than that one." (ACOK, Sansa I)

Now, he didn't die, but I still think that's the beginning of a fun little pattern.

Across the city, thousands had jammed into the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya's Hill, and they would be singing too, their voices swelling out over the city, across the river, and up into the sky. Surely the gods must hear us, she thought. [...] ...toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound. He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she told the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him. later -> Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears. Gentle Mother, font of mercy, [...] She had forgotten the other verses. When her voice trailed off, she feared he might kill her, but after a moment the Hound took the blade from her throat, never speaking. Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. "Little bird," he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone. Then he rose from the bed. Sansa heard cloth ripping, followed by the softer sound of retreating footsteps. later -> "It's done! Done! Done! The city is saved. (ACOK, Sansa VII)

Twofer! The people are saved and the Hound's fury/assault ends in him weeping.

Not sure if we should count this one, she did want to kill Joffrey back in AGOT and she thinks about praying for Margaery's protection from him, but I can't remember a specific wish in ASOS:

Sansa followed unresisting. I could never abide the weeping of women, Joff once said, but his mother was the only woman weeping now. In Old Nan's stories the grumkins crafted magic things that could make a wish come true. Did I wish him dead? (ASOS, Sansa V)

Martin is even playing this game in TWOW!

This time her eyes met Harry's. She smiled just for him, and said a silent prayer to the Maiden. Please, he doesn't need to love me, just make him like me, just a little, that would be enough for now. later -> “I hope you joust better than you talk.” For a moment he looked shocked. But as the song was ending, he burst into a laugh. “No one told me you were clever.” He has good teeth, she thought, straight and white. And when he smiles, he has the nicest dimples. She ran one finger down his cheek. “Should we ever wed, you’ll have to send Saffron back to her father. I’ll be all the spice you’ll want.” He grinned. “I will hold you to that promise, my lady. Until that day, may I wear your favor in the tourney?” (TWOW, Alayne I)

The guy is charmed. Oops, I almost forgot the best example:

Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. "Life is not a song, sweetling," he'd told her. "You may learn that one day to your sorrow." In life, the monsters win, she told herself, and now it was the Hound's voice she heard, a cold rasp, metal on stone. "Save yourself some pain, girl, and give him what he wants." (AGOT, Sansa VI) later -> much later -> much much later -> Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at him. "Please, my lord. Mercy. I'll … I'll go, I will, I …" No, thought Jon. You closed that door. Longclaw descended. (ADWD, Jon II)

I understand that politically, it would be a mess for Cersie to blow it up a la the show, and she'd lose all support blah blah blah, but I think the Sept will burn. Maybe that's later during Dany's great kaboomb of KL, but I'd kinda hate it if it was burned as part of everything and didn't get singular focus. Martin so frequently references Ned's death on the steps of the Sept we have this feeling of it being a place of horror and great injustice, and I'd like it to be a real moment. I would find it rewarding if it was Cersei, because she’d unwittingly be carrying out a wish of Sansa’s, a form of justice for the Starks. Also, we have that whole scene of her being enraptured by the tower of the hand burning, she has her own trauma tied to the Sept now, and in her scene of shame, she sees Ned and Sansa, so it’s all very present even as late as ADWD. And we know Martin is prepping another wish coming true in TWOW:

👀👀👀 Regardless of when/how, I do think Sansa will get her wish regarding the Sept and Harry (although I’m sure that one will upset her, she’s very soft-hearted!)

Again, not because she's a witch, because of the author's interest in justice and also, part of his series long project of unwinding simplistic beliefs and notions to replace them with a much more complex truth. Not to say people are dumb to believe in the first place, but more of an examination of faith and how prayers being answered can be the mystical explanation for a something that someone does for us, or we might even do for ourselves. As in, it was Sansa's longstanding kindness to the Hound, the relationship she built with him as well as her treatment of him in the moment that saved her from him.

[angellayercake]

Eating with the sinners

Papa Emeritus IV x Father Jim DeFroque | NSFW/MDNI | AO3

When the teachers of the law who were Pharisees saw him eating with the sinners and tax collectors, they asked his disciples: “Why does he eat with tax collectors and sinners?” On hearing this, Jesus said to them, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.” Mark 2:16-17

'Blah blah Jim is bad' Yes I am well aware thank you and that is why he is so fun to write. Let the religious corruption kink fandom enjoy some damn good religious corruption please and thank you. If it isn't for you just keep scrolling or click the handy dandy back button. And if it is for you please enjoy :)

He groaned as he felt it dripping down his face, he was so close just needed something, a little bit more. Alone, knelt in the middle of the stadium under a beam of light desperate to find his completion. He heard him before he saw him. His measured steps echoing in the vast empty space. 

‘Seeking absolution Father?’ The Italian lilt of his deep voice never failed to send a shiver down his spine. He thought he had left him at the bar when these nice gentlemen had invited him to join their team building activity but apparently not. 

‘Seeking somethin that's for sure.’ His own voice came out breathier than he liked but given his current preoccupation it was what it was. He let out a moan as he reached down to massage his balls as he continued the steady rhythm on his cock, thumbing the head on every up stroke.

The white eye, unnerving under normal circumstances, practically shone in the darkness as he watched, he always watched, never participated. If there ever was a time Jim wished that would change it was right now. Closing his eyes he whispered a prayer. ‘Let him help me, Lord, find completion in your name. So that I may honour you with my body as I do with my soul.’ 

He was wrung out, his work never over. His days were spent ministering to the faithful, the successful, helping them to the light through their generosity with the guidance of the Lord and his word. But his nights spent reaching out to the damned, thanks to the guidance of this man. To help them he had to understand them, delve into the depths of their depravity and then bring them back to peace. The responsibility was a burden but one he bore gladly if it meant returning sinners to the fold of the Almighty.

And how could he not when he was following the example of Christ himself. When he had first met this man, the Italian with a spark in his eye, an interest in the Lord that rivalled Jim’s own and tight tight trousers, he had questioned why a man of the cloth would spend his time with such company. ‘Those who are healthy have no need for a physician, but those who are sick do. John 5:31.’ He had told him. He had simply nodded and Jim knew then that they were on the same mission.

‘Our Lord would be so proud of you, Father, bringing all those people to sin.’ His motion stuttered as he heard him speak but he must have misheard. He was so close now, almost close enough that Jim could reach out and touch him. Redoubling his efforts on his own cock he watched the material around his crotch stretch and tighten around his obvious arousal. ‘Ensuring their souls are condemned.’ 

‘To heaven?’ What else could he mean? They were men of God weren’t they? Learning the ways of the sinners so they may deliver them from evil because you can not defeat evil if you do not understand it. 

‘No Father,’ He laughs but doesn’t elaborate instead grabbing the back of his head, fingers clenching in his hair and forcing his head up at an uncomfortable angle until all he can see is eyes. He can feel the hardness now where his chin is pressed into his crotch and he can't help but whine at all the sensation as he continues pulling away frantically at his cock. The pleasure and the high all clouding his mind, the topic of their brief conversation slipping from him. 

‘You have never resisted a temptation in your life have you Father?’ He asks as he pulls back working the laces of his trousers loose to free his erection. It’s thick and red and already weeping and all Jim can think of is tasting him.

‘He will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation, he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.’ Even as distracted as he is, the scripture slides from his tongue as though he was standing in front of his congregation.

‘Corinthians 10:13? I don’t think this is quite what He meant but if you wish to endure I can help with this.’ He uses the grip on his hair to drag him closer and angle his head so he slides straight into his mouth and down his throat.

‘People like you Father, you are the problem. You preach and you take and you judge and you condemn. You think that because you can quote the bible, because you whisper your silly apologies in prayer that you are good.’ If he could concentrate on anything other than the cock in his mouth he wouldn’t like what he was hearing but he was powerless to reply while getting fucked so thoroughly and he couldn’t resist the urge to swallow around the intrusion taking him as deep as he could. 

‘Forgive me Father for I let a whore give me road head? Forgive me Father for snorting coke off of your book? Forgive me Father for letting eight strapping young men come on my face? Forgive me Father for misleading your so say faithful and using their donations to fund my excess?  He may forgive all of that I suppose, I do not know.’ He punctuated each question with a hard deep thrust that had Jim scratching at his thighs and gagging around his thick cock.

‘Will your God forgive you for letting the Antichrist fuck your face?’ If he could think he would be ashamed of how he came thrusting against his shin as he ripped his face away from him leaving him gasping for air and drooling. He falls to the floor without the firm grip keeping him upright, landing in the puddle of his own spend.

‘What about this one Father?’ He grunts as he takes himself in hand. ‘The one who does what is sinful is of the devil, because the devil has been sinning from the beginning. John 3:8.’ He grunts as he finally comes adding to the stripes painting Jim's already soiled face. He jumps as each stream lands, the words finally sinking in as he scrambles back from the man standing above him, reaching under his shirt for his crucifix but finding it missing. 

‘Looking for this Father?’ The chain is twisted around his fingers, the cross dangling in between swaying in a hypnotising rhythm and as it sways the figure of Christ twists and warps until all he can is a serpent, fangs bared and ready to lunge. 

‘What are you?’ He hisses, voice cracking in fear and from the recent misuse of his throat, hands gripping at himself to try and erase what he had just done as the man laughs at him. He pulls open the collar of his shirt and it is there in black and white, over his heart, the mark of the beast. 

‘I am the Devil, I suppose,’ his pointed teeth glint in the weak beam of light as he leans over, pinning him in place with his gaze, the horrid white eye seeming to pierce into his very soul. ‘Your sinning Father, it was so deviant, so twisted. I had to come and see for myself.’ 

‘No, NO!’ He finds the strength to get to his knees somehow and starts to pray even as he feels the the effects of the night start to take a toll on his body. He will not let the devil take him now. ‘Father in the name of Jesus Christ. I plead with you to break any chain that the devil has on me…’ A loud evil laugh cuts through his prayers and he falters, strength failing as he falls to the floor once more. 

‘And Jesus said unto him, ‘Away from me Satan! For it is written, worship the Lord your God and serve only him’ Matthew 4:10.’ But the devil before him just continued to laugh, the grating sound ringing around the space and echoing in his mind. He presses his hands over his ears to block it out as he staggers backwards and away. 

‘I have not influenced you Father, I am just here to honour one of my most loyal subjects.’ He feels those talented fingers scratch through his soiled hair working through where it has begun to matt and dry and he almost almost succumbs to the touch but no, he is stronger than this he knows and he must never bow to the devil. He pushes the hand away rising to his feet, feeling righteous energy coursing through him. He knew he was right, that he was doing the Lord's work. This was just a test of his faith, a test that he must pass. 

‘Begone, Demon!’ He spits hoping it sounds as full of conviction as he feels. But the other man just laughs once again as he leaves. He laughs and laughs and laughs as he backs away, almost disappearing into the darkness except for that god forsaken white eye. 

‘It’s a little bit late for that, don't you think Father?’ He follows with a measured swinging step so calm even as he makes an obscene gesture at his crotch. ‘Jesus said no before I had the chance to get my dick out.’ He can only shake his head in disbelief. No he would not accept what this foul creature was saying but he runs out of time, his back hitting the wall and then that thing was pressed up against him. He has to suppress a shiver at his proximity, his body not having caught up to what had been revealed this night. ‘You took me so well Jim don’t you want to do it again?’ He feels his voice as much as hears it and knows he must not fail here. This is the true temptation. 

I hope you enjoyed the food @tasty-ribz​ and thank you @ghostchems​ for your help as always 💜

‘I’ll be seeing you Jim.’ He crushes down the jolt of something he feels at the prospect. He has been tested this night and by the Grace of God he has passed. He must continue on his course and bring the light of his Lord to all sinners. Smoothing down his shirt and righting his collar he checks his watch, just enough time to get back for morning mass and to his faithful flock. ‘For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to those of us being saved it is the power of God. Corinthians 1:18.’

[con-clavi-con-jae]

Fields of Elation

Rating: explicit

Warning: implied and mentioned self-harm

Pairings: Vessel/II, Polyvessels

Also thanks Lia for beta reading this thing, ilysm <3

Some days, Vessel felt like death. Like he just wanted to claw at his insides and stop feeling. Days where not even Sleep Herself could get him out of his self-loathing. Usually on those days, he'd lock himself up in his room and write, anything to stop the urges to do something he'd regret later.

Today was one of those days.

It was a cold winter evening, the rain hit the old roof of the manor, the noise relaxing Vessel a bit. It was already dark outside, the only light being that of an almost consumed candle on Vessel's desk. Hours and hours passed since the last time the other vessels saw him, he made sure of it.

They were used to this. Not seeing Vessel for whole days. Still, as II finished serving the dinner he'd so carefully made, with no signs of his love, they worried. He could take Vessel's place in prayer, sure, that never bothered them. But even after all the years of being Vessel's friend, and his partner, they felt like nothing he could do was helping.

"This is a giving, an offering in your favour, a sacrifice in your name, but I know you've got a taste," II started their prayer, his voice unwavering as he hid his worry. As the oldest vessel, and Sleep's second, he tries to keep himself calm in front of the others.

"And the night comes down like heaven." The other vessels responded in unison, looking at each other, neither of them said a word but they knew what the other was thinking. And they were both worried.

III spoke up, squeezing IV's hand under the table, "sweetheart... where's Vessel? He's been gone all day," his voice was barely above a whisper, which was uncommon for the bassist. IV nodded, quietly pushing his food around on the plate.

II's heart broke at this, seeing his boyfriends so devastated... he had to do something about it, after they finished eating. For now, though, he looked up at III's eyes with concern and sighed, "I don't know, doll. I'm gonna go check up on him later..."

They had dinner in an uncomfortable silence, III comforting IV as he couldn't bring himself to say anything. II melted at this, and not in a good way. He knew how IV got when he was overwhelmed, fully unable to talk and needing someone, usually III, to take care of it. As he stood up to pick up the plates, III helping him out, II pet IV's hair softly to comfort him, "it's fine. Go to your room, Ivy. I'll put your offering on Sleep's altar for you," they went to the kitchen to leave everything and telling III to do the dishes before going up to Vessel's bedroom.

They knocked softly on the old wooden door, trying not to startle Vessel too much, "baby, are you in there? I'm coming in..." he heard the gentle sound of Vessel walking up to the door, but not opening it. II understood this, how could he not? He's been doing this for almost seven years, he knows how to deal with Vessel by now. But what he's never gonna get used to is the look behind Vessel's mask. His lover sat on the floor, next to the doorframe, and holding himself tightly. His eyes held a mix of fear and self-loathing that broke II's heart clean in half. They went to sit next to their love, comforting him without too much touching, as he knew that'd be a bit counterproductive. "Vessel, do you need to talk?"

Vessel shook his head, before resting it on II's shoulder. II understood this, so he caressed the man's hair, lovingly whispering comforting words to him. Vessel melted into the affection, yet he still felt something inside him scream that he didn't deserve it. He'd almost broken his promise to his lovers, and that just made him feel worse and want to give in even more. II noticed Vessel start to tremble, so they grabbed onto his wrist, "you're okay, sweet thing. I'm here. Let me take care of you, alright?" II's voice was quiet and comforting.

Vessel stayed quiet, preferring to keep the mask on during these episodes. II knew how his lover got these times, where he couldn't stand to see himself, needing something to ground him, so he didn't force it too much, even if he knew that seeing Vessel's face would make this easier. With Vessel, they always tried to take things slow. "Do you want to take a shower, baby?" Vessel nodded, standing up quickly and pulling II up with him. The shorter vessel made his way into the bathroom and turned on the warm water before taking his clothes off and silently asking for permission to do the same to Vessel. After he agreed, they made quick work of it, pulling his love in with them. II softly massaged Vessel's back as he rubbed the soap on it, a comforting movement that helped the tall man relax into the warmth of his partner's affection. He craved it, more than anything, but he still couldn't believe he deserved it...

"You're safe, sweet thing. You're with me, and I love you. III and IV love you too. You deserve to be safe." II whispered into the skin of Vessel's back as he left a soft kiss, and then went back to rinsing the soap off of him, "are you ready to tell me what happened this time?"

Vessel finally spoke up, his voice tired and raspy, broken from crying all day, "I don't want you to love me. I hurt people..."

Of course, that was it. II was still the only one that knew the details, everything that drove Vessel to Sleep in the first place. When they found out, everything clicked into place, and now he knew exactly what to do when Vessel goes through this. That doesn't mean it's any less painful to see the love of his life suffering so much.

"Ves, my love, listen to me," II started in a calm and stern, yet loving voice, "do you think that if I was hurt, I wouldn't tell you?" Another thing, Vessel needed very direct communication, much like II and sometimes IV as well. Vessel nodded subtly, grabbing onto II's hand for grounding. "Words, darling. I need you to speak to me."

"You would..." the taller man agreed, his voice still quiet. It's true, and Vessel knew this. "But what if you don't notice it? What if I hurt you guys, and you never know until it's too late?"

"In that case, we'll see what happens. But for now, we're all safe. We're together in the shrine of our Goddess, and we're protected by Her, and by each other." II motioned for Vessel to sit on the edge of the bathtub and grabbed the bottle of shampoo he knew was Vessel's favorite, squeezing some on their hand and gently spread it on his lover's scalp and hair, "do you trust us?" He asked calmly.

"I trust you..." Vessel admitted, and he wanted to cry. Cry at II's soft touch. Cry at their closeness and the way his partner handled him with so much care, he felt fragile, but he liked it... usually, Vessel hated feeling fragile. But for II... that was just the type of relationship they had, and he cherished that just as much as he cherished all his lovers. He thinks back at them, were III and IV thinking about him? They probably were. He was comforted in that thought.

He was dragged out of his head by II's fingertips touching his neck in a certain way... it made him shiver and let out a soft sound, "honey... please..."

II removed his hand, chuckling at Vessel's reaction as they kneeled down to kiss him, "someone's been missing me, huh?" He teased, but they didn't want to push this too much. With how Vessel was feeling right now, it was too much too quickly. Still, he felt his lover pull their hand to his chest. Vessel got like this often, II knew that. But he still felt so guilty. "Ves, baby, not now. You've been down all day, I don't want to hurt you." His words were kind even as he tried to scold Vessel, he just couldn't treat that man coldly if he tried...

Vessel let out a soft whine, but nodded anyway as he let II rub the soap all over his body. II, admittedly enticed by the sound, sighed and gave Vessel another kiss, deeper this time as they held on to his small waist, "you really need it, don't you?" He asked in a warm tone, and Vessel nodded. "I need you to talk to me for this, baby." II never wanted to do anything like this if Vessel didn't feel like speaking. Because then they knew Vessel wouldn't be able to tell him to stop.

Vessel shivered at this, and replied with a deep sigh, "yes, honey... I need this so much. Please, I just don't want to think," he begged in a soft but desperate voice. All his time away from his lovers, and from anyone really, it made Vessel start to loose himself, and he needed someone to touch him, to prove he was still real, and shut his mind up.

II gave him a soft peck on the lips, going back to spreading the soap all over his body, "alright then, sweet thing, if you tell me what happened this time, I'll give you a little reward, alright?"

Vessel nodded, taking in a deep breath as he tried to recount what had happened to him that morning. He couldn't. He didn't know what he felt other than dying... but looking into II's eyes calmed him down and helped him think a little bit straighter. "I'm tired of feeling like I don't deserve this..."

"Like you don't deserve what exactly?"

"Anything." Vessel sighed, tightly holding onto II as he tried to take deep breaths, "I don't feel worthy of you guys, or our fans, or any of what I've accomplished..." the feeling of II's soft hands on him sent his body into overdrive, trembling and sobbing into his partner's shoulder, "I just feel like no one would want me if they truly knew me..." his voice sounds almost like a whimper, broken and tired and it makes II feel like cradling him in his arms, love him like he knows Vessel deserves.

"Ves, listen to me. Our fans fucking adore you. I fucking adore you, and so do III and Ivy." II caressed Vessel's masked cheek, his eyes soft as they tried to get their lover to relax, "and our Goddess saw something in you. There must be something in you that made Her pick you specifically." II got out of the shower and looked for Vessel's towel, "maybe you don't trust our judgment, but what about Hers?" They asked as they rubbed the towel over Vessel's damp hair.

Vessel thought about it for a second. Did he trust Her judgment? Did he not trust his lovers'? Why was that? He had no clue. All he knew is the way he was being touched right now felt way too good but he hated it. He hated not being able to enjoy this. He especially hated how needy he got after these episodes, just craving so much, it felt like a sick joke his body played on him.

The look in II's eyes, filled with love, worry, and that bit of dominance that always managed to bring Vessel to his knees, it made him shake and he needed to reply buy he couldn't find the words. "I do, I trust Her, but I wish She'd tell me why."

II cupped Vessel's cheeks and gave him a soft, chaste kiss, but it didn't take long for the taller man to desperately deepen it, pulling his partner closer by his shoulders and licking into their mouth. Shocked but not displeased, II pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, "Ves, talk to me. I need you to tell me what you want," the shorter vessel explained, playing with his boyfriend's hair to get him to come down from that awful headspace he was in.

"I want..." Vessel started, but he couldn't continue. What did he want, actually? He wasn't sure. He only knew he wanted II to touch him... that was better than nothing, he supposed, so he said that. "I need your touch... just love me and prove I'm still here... prove that you see me."

That was all II needed, pulling Vessel into a desperate kiss and feeling his body up like it was the first time. He took his time feeling every curve, every inch of skin like he's never touched this man's body in his life. "Oh, Ves... my love, you devote your life to worshipping Sleep, but it's about time you let yourself be worshipped instead..."

The words froze Vessel to his core, he just wanted to get on his knees and give himself fully to II. But he knew that wasn't what his love wanted. He just sat back, letting them take the lead as he tried to cover himself up with the towel.

"No, sweet thing, no... let me see you. You're safe with me," II caressed Vessel's shoulders, his hands making their way down slowly, setting a trail of fire on Vessel's skin before stopping between his thighs, over the towel, "can I?"

Vessel took a deep breath, one hand holding II's and the other gripping at the edge of the towel. He didn't want to do this, he hated himself to the point that letting himself be exposed was physically painful. But his partner's touch and the love in their eyes was enough to melt away at him, it always had. Vessel nodded, and II removed the covering, slowly revealing his lover's body. "Damn, Ves... you just get hotter every time I do this to you." II's voice was warm and deep, his hands soft and loving as they pulled Vessel up to press against the sink counter. "Look at yourself in the mirror, sweet thing. Look at the reflection of the beautiful man that I love."

Vessel looked up, and saw his mask. II didn't like it when Vessel remained masked for this, but they knew not to push, preferring to ease his lover into unmasking himself, "you're such a pretty little thing, Vessel... I wish you saw yourself the way I see you." II's hands made their way down Vessel's back, then up again to hold the back of his neck where he started leaving soft, heated kisses along the pale skin. Vessels whines filled the room, desperate for some contact as II's fingers traced the edge of his mask. "I've seen this before. Your face, beautiful like an angel's... I wanna see it again, if you'll let me."

The words made Vessel feel light. Like he was floating, inside a dream... he felt loved, and that had always scared him. But he did as he was told, undoing the clasps at the back of his head and resting the mask on the counter. Even when he knew II wanted him to see himself, he couldn't stop his eyes from closing. He couldn't bear to see his face, it was ruined, and that was his fault. His fault for letting himself trust. His fault for opening up. His fault for loving too much. And his fault for hurting everyone who decided to love him. Even himself.

II noticed the way Vessel's eyes closed, and the slight shake in his hands, so they tried to kiss the tension away, rubbing on Vessel's shoulders as their lips pressed against his back and neck. "Open your eyes, sweetheart."

Those words worked like a spell on Vessel, making him open up instantly. What he saw always horrified him, the scars, the eyes, everything that reminded him that he was no longer human. But the guys seemed to like it. He didn't know why.

"Look at yourself, tell me what you see. I want to hear you talk while I ravish you." II whispered into Vessel's ear, his voice deep and seductive as they kissed all over Vessel's neck. Some bite marks were left and the taller man couldn't help but shiver at it.

"I see... me? I don't like it. I don't like me..." Vessel admitted, unsure of why he was being so open. It was hard to close off when II's hands worked his body so well, one holding his neck just tight enough to be possessive, the other making its way down Vessel's chest and squeezing.

"What exactly do you see? Describe yourself for me. Your eyes, your hair, the shape of your face..." II whispered against Vessel's ear as his hand went lower. The feeling of Vessel's damp skin against them was heavenly, II was just unable to draw back, "I want you to see just what I'm seeing."

Vessel sighed, feeling II scratch lightly down his abs and rub at his hip bones. The touch was distracting, but he tried to do as he was told, just needing to be a good boy for II, "my eyes... there's six of them, unlike yours... and they're black. My hair..." he was caught off by II's hand taking him, their thumb circling the tip of his dick before giving him a few slow strokes. Vessel shivered, it all burned in the best way possible and it was too much. His hand grabbed II's wrist, nails digging into the pale skin as a way of making him keep going. "My hair's black and reaches my shoulders... I have scars all over... my skin is covered in patches of ash and rot..." he was close to crying, just hating everything he saw but loving the way II seemed to worship his body.

"Yes, darling. You are scarred. You didn't ask for it, and yet, you're beautiful," II's warm breath hit the back of Vessel's neck, his strokes getting faster and less teasing. The way II's hand moved was enough to drive Vessel crazy, they were so rough but the way he touched and squeezed Vessel's dick was soft and it felt way too good. Vessel could barely concentrate on his reflection, caught up in his partner's touch. "What else do you see? What do you like about your body?" II whispered against Vessel's back, kissing up and down his spine.

He didn't know. He didn't like anything about himself, truly. But his lovers did... III liked his eyes, his hair, IV loved his arms and his smile, and II seemed to enjoy his hands and voice... he never understood this. But he could go along with it, pretend to love himself so they wouldn't leave him. "I like my body... the way my muscles look under my clothes..." he knew that was something most people noticed, especially since his robe tended to expose it on stage. II's free hand went up to squeeze at Vessel's chest, meanwhile they softly teased his tip before stopping the touch entirely. It made Vessel whine and desperately plead for more, needing his release so badly yet not feeling like he deserved it.

"You're perfect, Ves. You deserve everything I can give you and more..." II got on his knees and started rubbing his face against the inside of Vessel's thighs, kissing and biting on them and reveling in the way they tensed and quivered under his attention. Without any warning, II wrapped his lips around Vessel's dick and took it as deep as it'd go, making the taller man whine loudly and hold the back of his partner's head. II's soft, pink lips, stretched and shiny with spit, were enough to make Vessel loose his mind and start to tear up.

"Honey, please... I won't last if you keep going like that," Vessel whimpered, throwing his head back and feeling his partner's warm tongue lick up and down his hard length, kissing the tip before taking him in deep once again and hollowing his cheeks. Vessel couldn't hold back, just grabbing the back of II's head tightly and fucking his throat with a desperation he didn't think was possible. "II, I'm coming... I'm so close, please..."

Vessel came down II's throat with a loud moan, feeling his partner still lick and suck at him to get him through his climax. It's all too much, overwhelming him in the best way possible. Even looking down at II, whose eyes seemed to sparkle with admiration and devotion, it made his heart beat faster.

"Let's get you cleaned up, sweet thing. And then, we can go to sleep. Is that okay?" II asked softly and Vessel nodded quietly, so they got out of the room to get the washcloth and some clean clothes, as well as text III and IV to go up and get them water and snacks for Vessel, before going back to the bathroom and kneeling in front of the taller man. He wet the cloth and started cleaning the sweat and cum off Vessel's skin, kissing his inner thighs before getting himself dressed up and helping his lover into his shirt and sweatpants. "Come here, Ves. You must be so tired..."

Vessel and II went out into the bedroom, laying down on the bed and pulling each other close, Vessel's unmasked face buried in his partner's neck where he left soft kisses of appreciation. A few moments later, III and IV walked into the room with a tray, which had a glass of water and some buttered toast, that they left on Vessel's bedside table while II woke him up. Vessel immediately went to drink the water, just now noticing how hoarse his throat felt from crying. After a few sips and some bites of toast, Vessel laid back down on the bed, feeling III come up behind him and bury his face in his hair, sighing contently at the soft scent of his shampoo, and also IV hold on to his right arm and cuddle into his chest, holding him in close and rubbing his back.

"We love you, so damn much. Even if you don't notice, we're all here for you, lovely." III whispered into Vessel's hair before kissing the top of his head, IV letting out a quiet sound of acknowledgment as Vessel felt his heart soar from all the love he was receiving. Then, II blew out the candles and laid on the bed with all of them, holding Vessel's hand and squeezing it comfortingly.

For the first time in a long time, Vessel slept calmly.

[tnystrk-exe]

Covenant and Devotion

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader

Summary: “I ask for so little, just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want. Just fear me. Love me. Do as I say and I will be your slave.”

Warnings: 18+ Oral m receiving

AN: I’ve been obsessed with the dynamics with the guys for a while. After sitting on it for the longest, I figured why not just write it. Forgive me if I’m a bit rusty.

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“I ask for so little, just let me rule you.”

It had been days. Days upon days of hearing he wasn’t good enough. This position wasn’t his birthright. Luck of the draw. A rat that scurried to chance the second it presented itself. 

So what if he had?

He did the work. 

Poured the very fiber of his being into this ministry and earned it more than anyone before him had. 

No. “Lucky” was something he never was. Who could look at the way his life started and claim such a thing. He wasn’t born and immediately given opportunity on the simple chance of existing within the right circumstances. 

For years he dedicated his life to the dark lord. It was only right he’d be rewarded for his efforts. How could they ever question Him? He knew of Copia’s coming. Each and every year crawled this miserable church to the true hands it belonged in. To someone who truly respected it and didn’t use the position for pleasure alone. This was his right. 

Who were they to question what Satanas wanted? Traitors, the lot of them.

He never mind time in the confessional. Being a good Papa to the congregation that he’d been asked to protect and guide was more than important to him. However, sitting here to stew in his thoughts between people was a bitch to say the least. 

There was no such thing as luck in this world. They’d be proven wrong. Then punished by Him for ever doubting his lead.

A soft knock against the confessional brought him out of his thoughts. 

“Il Padre, il Filio, et lo Spiritus Malum,” he heard you begin.

“Tell Papa your sins, Sorella. Let us rejoice in them.”

Taking a deep breath he reveled in the scent of your perfume. Had your voice not given you away, surely he would have recognized you on the smell alone. It invaded his senses. The memory of it made him weak on nights where he was too busy to look for a partner. 

“I’m afraid there isn’t much to tell,” you sighed, the soft click of prayer beads filled the air as you toyed with them. “You, Papa?”

He chuckled at your shyness, “I’m here to praise you, little one. Not the other way around. There must have been some thought floating around in your head, tempting you.”

“Well…”

“Well…” he urged you, “Come, tell Papa your secret. I ask for nothing more, only to be let in.”

“I-“ 

The warmth that must’ve been flooding your face was easy to imagine. He was much the same when he was younger. Though Nihil was usually guaranteed to be drunk or high so after a while such things were easy to shake off. Now? Everything he’d done on stage hardly left any shame. It’s been a while since he blushed. That was a shame. In the correct situations, it wasn't the worst feeling. 

“We don’t have to talk about such things if you’re not ready. We can have a simple conversation.”

“No. No, I can do it,” you insisted, “I’m just… embarrassed. It’s so typical.”

He mulled over what to say for a second. “Many have existed, you know, I’d like to think there’s some comfort in that. No matter what. Someone’s probably had the thought. You’re not alone in it.”

You laughed, the sound of it making him smile. “I’m certain I’m not.”

“If you tell me, I can tell you if we have something in common.”

“Tricky,” you chided him before taking a deep breath, “Eucharist.”

“What about it?”

“Fuck, if there’s ever a time to say something,” you whispered to yourself, “I can’t shake it. No matter what I try, I think about it… Kneeling in front of you, the taste of your glove on my tongue, your grip on my chin to ensure I looked in your eyes as you gave me wine.”

He felt himself stir in his pants. Of course there had been motives to those actions. Pretty images to lock away for himself later, not that he’d assume you’d reciprocate. His finger ghosted over the growing bulge. 

“I see… Can’t say I’ve ever thought of a Papa that way. Have you done anything to remedy these thoughts? There’s been many times you’ve taken the Eucharist.”

“That's why I was late today. The usual dream woke me up at night and it felt so real I needed to finish. Lost track of time and well you know.”

“Such a needy thing for your Papa.” He smirked at the quiet sound of your whine. “My poor little lamb. Did it feel good imagining it was my fingers ruining you?”

“Papa…” 

He chuckled, “Perhaps, I have my answer. I always wondered why you’d only take Eucharist from me. Though, I simply assumed you were intimidated of Terzo. Che ragazza leale, you knew who your true Papa was, didn’t you? Even when he was nothing more than a Cardinal. Che bravissima ragazza sei stata.”

“You’re being mean,” you whined, voice doing little to hide your embarrassment. 

“No. No, tesoro, never to you unless you asked for such treatment. I took note of how easily you called me Papa while others still stumble over it years later. Cardinal,” he scoffed, “I’ve ascended. Changed. He’s no longer me. No. But you, Sorella, you took to your Papa so beautifully. Why don’t you come to me? Receive the Sacrement you truly long for.”

You said nothing. The door shut. Fuck, he may have ruined this by pushing. Maybe all you wanted was to take the thought out of your head and he misread the situation. If he had to get a new assistant he understood that, but the idea of upsetting you shrouded over everything else. 

Though all those worries washed out when you opened the door and immediately settled yourself on your knees in the cramped space. He closed the door, spreading his legs to allow you more room. His finger traced along your jaw. 

“YN, answer me honestly. Copia right now,” he stated, the usual thing to say when you were on equal footing, “Is this what you want? Nothing has to happen. We see each other in the morning, same as usual.”

You grabbed his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his gloved hand. “I want this, Copia, I want you. Let me worship you for all the good you do. You do so much and never get anything in return.”

For that he couldn’t manage a sentence. His brain nearly imploded at the thought. Instead, he merely motioned to the laces that we’re keeping you from what you wanted. 

He hissed you palmed him. Being reminded when he saw a mischievous glint in your eye that despite the initial bashful demeanor you were still a sister of sin. The only thing that betrayed any of your earlier emotion was the slight tremble of your hands as you undid the laces. Chuckling quietly when you groaned in frustration at how tight he had tied it.

“Hush, sweet girl. Don’t want to be caught, do you?” He asked. Though if he could have it his way he’d have you moaning to the heavens so everyone would know who you belonged to. You tugged at the string making a disappointed sound once more. “Such an impatient thing aren’t you? Open.”

Your hands didn’t leave his lap still fumbling, but you looked up at him immediately obeying his command. Eyes looking at him with an innocence he knew you didn’t truly possess. All the same he twitched against the strained fabric. 

One hand gripped your chin, squeezing your cheeks roughly. “What was it that lingered? The taste of my gloves?” He nodded your head for you. “Yes, I see.”

Two of his fingers traced your bottom lip. 

Today's choice of gloves were the skeleton ones. The bumps and ridges on them were subtle in the light, but you’d feel them well enough if you allowed him to return the favor after his turn. He wouldn’t take you. Not here. Not yet. When he did that he’d savor it. There would be all the time in the world to learn the secrets you had. 

His fingers thrusted themselves against your tongue. Your mouth closed around them, hands stilled as you looked at him docile as ever while he did as he wished. A content hum signaling you were more than pleased with the situation. With his free hand he took care of undoing the laces. Grabbing one of your hands he wrapped it around himself, moaning his approval as you pumped him. The warmth of your mouth sunk into the glove, making him impatient to experience it first hand. 

“Come, cara mia, receive the gift your Papa wants to give you.”

You whimpered as he withdrew his fingers. Wiping the spit off of them on your cheek. An adorably furrowed brow at him, but otherwise no response. What use when you’d be covered in your spit in a moment anyway?

With a hand at the base of your neck, he led you forward. A grateful moan slipped past his lips as you licked off the precome that was making its way down the shaft. The tip received kitten licks. He leaned his head back and eyes closed as you took your time. It had been a long time since he cared to have a partner, but there was no need in rushing this after he coveted it for so long. He couldn’t help tugging at your hair as he kept himself in place. 

Eventually, you let him into your mouth. The feeling of it was near damning. Tongue swirled making sure no part of him was left untouched. 

“Lucifero mi ha benedetto con te. Una bocca così dolce per tuo Papa.”

It was embarrassing how quickly this would be over. Maybe that was a plus side to sleeping around, he would’ve been allowed this longer. Before he could give it much more thought you suddenly slipped him in as deep as you could manage. Making him choke out a loud groan as you gagged around him. Selfishly, his hand kept you there, hips giving shallow thrust to get just that much deeper.

“This is what you wanted, eh? Your Papa’s cock in that little throat. Perfetto. Mi prende così bene. Non vedo l'ora di scopare quella figa così come questa gola.”

You made a soft noise, blinking away tears from your eyes, but you didn’t struggle against the on slot. More so welcoming the invasion as you braced yourself against his thighs. He muttered out more strung out thoughts. None heading anywhere other than how good he felt or what he’d do to you later. 

Taking some mercy, he finally allowed you to breathe. He almost felt pity as you took deep breaths through coughs, but the fussed make up didn’t let him feel that bad. You didn’t seem to feel so bad either as the second you felt okay again you were back on him. Lavashing a vein with sweet kisses. 

Running a hand through his hair he tugged at the strands. Needing something to ground him. 

“You look so pretty, Copia,” you said quietly. 

“Cara,” he groaned, feeling the warmth rise to his face. “I need you. Ho bisogno di te. Mente, corpo, e anima. Tutto quello che devi dare per me solo. Let me keep you. Be mine. Take what I give you.”

Pulling your head back, he laid his head against your tongue. Hand fisting himself away as he pushed himself closer to the edge. It wasn’t long before he finished. His cum a mess in your mouth and around it as you made a show of swallowing it down for him. Using a finger to wipe the rest, put it on your tongue to clean off the mess. 

Grabbing the handkerchief from his pocket he cleaned you up properly. There would still be evidence that you’ve done someone but it was as clean as he could manage at the moment. Helping you from your cramped position, he sat you on his lap. 

“May I kiss you?” 

It felt a bit ridiculous to ask all things considered but he asked anyway. 

“Please, Copia.”

Closing the distance, his hard work to clean you was ruined once more by paints. Oh well, he intended on making you his anyway. His hand slipped into your waistband, slow enough to give you time to deny him. When you did nothing he ventured further, finding the mess there. All from touching him alone. 

“Che brava ragazza sei per me.”

A knock interrupted the environment. 

“Il Padre, il Filio, et lo Spiritus Malum,” the man started, “I’ve partook in the act of lust.”

Copia’s hand didn’t stop what it had set out to do, the free one simply opted to preoccupy your mouth to help muffle out any noise you’d make. 

“How delicious. And who has been the object of your desire?”

“Sister YN, Papa, I can’t get her out of my head.”

When you went to sneak a peek out of curiosity he drove his fingers harder into you. Relishing in the way you gripped at his dress shirt the muffled vibration of your moan against his palm. 

“What a pity that is.”

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Dark Magik, Part IV

Lani, a teenage witch trapped in the spirit world, must escape and stop her powerful warlock of an ancestor (Erik Stevens) from wreaking havoc.

Part 3

*We're at the conclusion. Hope you enjoyed the ride ♥️♥️♥️ Thanks for reading!

On her trek back to the unmarked grave, Lani was escorted by voodoo worshippers who moved alongside her like a parade. There was chanting, singing, drums, and dancing. Lani was nearly floating in a zen mode, focused and relaxed. She'd gone through rigid testing and learned to worship the spirits, learned the words to the chants. It was downloaded in her deep. Step by step, she gave praise to her ancestors and to the spirits.

"Don't forget, we are forever intertwined," the iwa's voice rang, reminding Lani that she would never be alone again in life. There was no changing her mind.

She laid back down in Erik's grave, and as the worshippers re-burried her with handfuls of soil at a time, she remained in a consciousness of deep trance-like worship, her arms crossed over her chest. Slowly, she was submerged, and when her air ran out, she woke with a sharp breath, blinking in the cool of night and breathing ragged breaths on the floor of her bedroom. Glass was scattered in shards and tiny pieces from the window, having shattered.

"Praise be to the ancestors and the iwa. Thank you, Samedi." She crossed her chest to bless them before looking at the time on Erik's gold pocketwatch. She still had it on her, and it was around 9:30 PM. Two and a half hours remained to find her great-grandfather and make the switch permanent. But where would he be?

Luckily, her parents were helping at the church for their Trunk or Treat Night. Lani snuck out, walking to the nearest train station. The train was the best way for her to cover a lot of ground since she had no license and limited funds. It wasn't the scenic route, but it would get her places at a reasonable time. On the way, she was able to look around Brooklyn, but something told her that he was in Manhattan. Who wouldn't go to Manhattan if they only had a day and couldn't get far?

Once in Manhattan, there were just waaaaay too many people and too many places that he could be. She walked aimlessly through the streets thinking, if she were an old man, where would she go? It wasn't working, though. She'd never find him like this.

"What do I do," she wondered, standing on 10th Avenue, lost in thought. The iwa had taught her many things face to face in the spirit world in an education many sought but could never get. They'd said a lot... One thing in particular came to mind, a location spell... She'd never heard of it before her experience with the spirits, and it was brief in a wide collection of spells, but it was in her head nonetheless. She could call on the iwa, and they would point her in the right direction if she followed the instruction they had given. She needed to make an offering and ask in the proper fashion.

She found a market with eggs, smooth white items, dark rum, and spices. She'd have to do two separate offerings with candles and a makeshift alter. She did all of this in a back alley, alone, chanting her prayers and petitions. Suddenly, she was possessed, and she recognized Dantor inside of her, talking to her and through her as she stood backstage in her body. It was like Lani could see through her own eyes, but she'd taken the backseat and had no control over any function. Her body was being piloted down 10th Ave and 46th Street to Park Avenue. It marched straight into Oasis Spa where the door sign read CLOSED but the business was still running... for some odd reason.

Bodies. Everywhere. It was a bloody mess.

Lani was shaken up inside and afraid, but Dantor was not, and Dantor had the wheel. Lani watched as her body sought out her great-grandfather as if he had a homing device. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING," she managed to yell, glad Dantor would cover her eyes for her sake at the sight of Erik receiving a happy ending, a foot massage, and a facial massage at the same time. Lani didn't need that trauma.

"I'm a grown ass man, you don't need to question what I'm doing. What are you doing on this side?"

"That's enough. You've caused enough trouble," Dantor spoke, getting Erik's attention as he switched up. Suddenly, he was sober and ready to reason, covering his nudity quickly and redressing. He could hear the spirit using Lani and attempted to appeal for more time, but the spirits were through with him. "We have a new priestess. You can rest."

"I'm not tired," he chuckled, nervous now that he was living his last minutes. "Take the kid. Give her some more time..."

"Erik," a deeper voice spoke through Lani.

"Samedi..." Erik's slick and charming smile faltered as shadows appeared on the wall around him, ready to snatch and drag him back to the spirit world. "ALRIGHT! I GET IT! ....Just let me say goodbye to my great-grandchild." He waited as the spirits receded, leaving Lani to speak for herself. "It's a strange experience being possessed. Try not to rely on it, it does eat at your soul."

Lani approached him, still wanting the time with him she'd set out for at the start of the night. She'd just wanted to know him. She reached out, happy he didn't disappear or try anything when she just wanted a hug.

"I wish we could've talked more about your life," she sniffed, looking up. "Would've been nice to hear about your time in Africa or when you left home. I don't get why you married a Christian in the first place. My parents drive me insane."

"Don't give your parents such a hard time, religion aside, when they die they're still your ancestors... and even now, they're the ones who will love you no matter what you do or how far you go. Take your great-grandmother. I have her the blues, but she still loved me. Don't take it for granted, kid."

"Well, what's gonna happen to you now?"

"I'm dead," Erik shrugged. "It was fun to come back for a night, cause a little mischief. I suppose now it's your turn... I've always wanted to pass the baton." He sighed patting Lani's head with genuine affection. "You're a smart kid. Style could use some work, but eh... I'll take it."

Lani could feel the spirits pushing her to end it. She hugged him one more time. "If I can, I'll summon you again." She tried to hand him his gold pocketwatch, but he refused it.

"Keep it, kid," Erik smirked. "Maybe next time I'll teach you to gamble."

The shadows on the wall crawled to the floor and circled Erik, pulling him down through the floor in a whirl of black as he accepted his fate gracefully. Lani knew exactly where he was going... back to that unmarked grave he was tied to in the Spirit World.

"Bye grandpa," she whispered, leaving quickly before his hypnosis would wear off and leave her in a crime scene. She took the train home thinking of how she would have loved to have a full Halloween night with him. Still, she could appreciate the gift he gave her. She was now endowed with all of his power.

The thought made her want to test it.

"Ma'am, what time is it," she asked a lady who appeared to be well put together. The lady checked her watch, which was hidden by her long coat sleeves, likely on purpose. It was a really nice watch.

"12:08," she replied quickly.

Lani stared, wondering if she should... it was an abuse of power. She knew it, but she had to test it. "That's a nice watch, I'd love to own it," she stared, watching the woman quickly take it off. She could feel the pull of the spirits. It was a warning. The woman got up to put it in Lani's hand.

"Ow," Lani doubled over, her side aching. "Okay! I'm sorry!" The woman standing looked confused, but Lani shewed her away back to her seat. "Keep it."

There was no way the spirits would accept a other Erik. No way in Hell, but she'd tried. At home, she just wanted to sleep. It had been the longest day of her life.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN," was the first thing she heard upon entering her home. Her parents were furious that she'd gone out against their orders on Halloween, stayed out past midnight, "AND ON TOP OF THAT, YOUR WINDOW IS SHATTERED!! HOW DID IT BREAK?"

"I don't know! It just did!" Lani just knew her life was over. She'd never see humanity again.... Or would she....

'Just this once,' she pleaded to the spirits, begging to use the power of hypnosis. She got the permission but at a cost. "There will always be a cost," she heard. She was willing to pay it if it meant she'd get some sleep without hearing her parents' mouths. She'd had a rough day already.

Instantly, time had changed yet again. It was still night, but she was in bed, and the window was fixed. She sat up to check the house for her mom and dad. They were asleep. She was confused... what had been the price?

She started building an altar in her room with items to dedicate so that she could ask her question and gain a response. Her grandfather's picture was tucked away under her bed.

'What was the price?"

"One day off of your life span," was the answer. Lani thought about it and it didn't seem like much, but the power was very tempting to use and there was so much to explore. It was easy to run through her entire lifespan like her great-grandfather had... and that was when it clicked, his advice to her. He'd said not to rely on it. But what was the use of power she couldn't use?!

She could hear laughing. It wasn't malicious, moreso laughing at her immaturity. The spirits were entertained by her desire to do magic so badly. They'd clearly explained that that wasn't what Voodoo was all about. She could do these things. It didn't mean that she should.

Part of her wanted her money back so to speak, but it was too late. She could hear them saying to her... this is forever. You never get off this ride. She had no choice but to continue or her entire life could be revoked... just like what happened to her great-grandfather.

Lani sighed, silently blowing out her candles to sit in darkness. She wouldn't run from it, and she wouldn't ask her parents. She'd made a commitment, and now she would stick to it. Eventually, she'd have to let the cat out of the bag and explain her alter. She could hear the conversation now between herself and her parents.

"I told you, mom, I have my beliefs, and you have yours." They'd lose their minds.

Again, Lani sighed, dreading it. Part of her hoped Erik was right about them loving her no matter what because she was really about to test that theory...

It was a conversation that would happen sooner rather than later.

The End.

Bonus*

364 calendar days rolled by and Lani sat surrounded by her candles, but this time was different. She had a wide assortment of gifts laid out at her alter to bribe Samedi after learning him inside out. She knew exactly what he loved and enjoyed tempting him with it until he gave her what she wanted without the penalties.

"I call upon you, Erik Stevens," she chanted softly, happy when she saw him appear without the traumatizing theatrics. He had changed his look into something more current, having had a taste of the previous year.

"I am so damn proud of my lineage," he extended his arms, taking in his own reflection in her mirror. Lani could see the chaos in his eyes already.

"I've been trusted to keep you in check," Lani grinned, loving this new dynamic. She'd had a strong spiritual progression and was fully powered with the knowledge of how to get around cosmic payments. "I WILL keep you in check."

"Well, look at you. You sound like me at your age with my teachers."

"Your who?"

"Oh you ain't know? I perfected the art of bringing my mentors back when I was alive. It was a fun time for us. Learned a ton."

"Huh..," Lani stood dumbfounded. "So if we brought them back..."

"Now ya talkin," Erik pointed proudly.

Lani smiled, mirroring the wicked glint in his eye. She'd never had a night of chaos, and she was young... what was a few days or a week or two weeks off her life... It wouldn't be that bad...

...It was just one night.

The End.

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[dannystheone]

for some reason i cant see what im tying LMAO so apologies for any typos 😖 ANYWAY i love your fics sm ur so talented!! i was wondering if i could req a creek fic, maybe w tweek trying to work up the courage to tickle craig back since he keeps getting got. thanks! :) (this is literally a black screen for me idek what ive written lmao)

No you're good I hear you loud and clear! And thank you for the compliment! I love an excuse to write more precious boys :)) I hope you don't mind that I turned this into an Imp!Tweek and Pastor!Craig fic, I tried toying around with other ideas for the boys but this was really interesting to me.

ALSO THIS IS MY 30TH FICTION ON THIS WEBSITE I GOT TO WRITE FOR YOU GUYS!!

One Movie At A Time? (Lee Pastor!Craig/ Ler Imp!Tweek)

WARNINGS: Kids swearing! And kind of a long intro sorry teehee

Imp Tweek discovers what tickling is for the first time and Pastor Craig is his (un)fortunate victim!

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"Thanks, Father Maxi. I'll see you next Sunday, then." A young apprentice to the pastor of a local church exited an ornate office. Craig closed the wooden door behind him and shuffled along the cheap carpet of the hallway. Cables and printers lined the wall as he entered the nave and felt the chill of the empty church. The dust filled his nose as he walked up the steps to the altar.

The day was winding down, the golden glow of the evening shone through the stained glass windows. Patterns reflected off Craig's face as he knelt before the altar and mumbled a quick prayer. A certain character in his life he's been keeping quiet about was in his mind as he turned around and walked down the aisle of the church.

"Sardines...chocolate milk...ice cream...coffee...and shampoo. Why is he eating the shampoo again-" Craig read through the grocery list that was sent to him by his 'roommate' as he left the church and walked outside. How a pastor in training became roommate to a spawn of the devil was unbeknownst to him. Was it some sort of cosmic work of irony? At this point, it might as well be.

Craig had summoned an imp who he nicknamed 'Tweek' due to the imp taking the body of an anxious local boy in town for his host. Craig had never met the boy before he had the imp in his body, but his consciousness didn't weigh on him too much because of it. The imp himself was mischievous and cunning, while the personality of the boy still shone through. So Pastor Craig has an anxious ball of nerves experiencing the world for the first time on his hands while still dealing with school and pastor apprenticeship. He was lucky if he got three hours of sleep a night.

Craig walked through his front door and removed the clerical collar around his neck. "Tweek, Tweek I'm home! Come get the groceries." Craig called out. Craig heard feet pounding on his wooden floorboards and turned around to see the imp behind him.

The imp had taken the boy's form, with his golden mess of hair and ocean-blue eyes. He had kept his devilish horns and long red tail, however. That was always fun to conceal while in public and not a chore at all.

"GAH! Craig! I-I thought you were intruders! You can't do that to me, man! I just watched this movie called 'The Strangers' and they come in your home and kidnap you! GAHAH! I can't be kidnapped, I can't be!!" Are you sure you're an imp from hell... Craig wanted to ask. But he kept his mouth shut and walked into the kitchen with the grocery bags; Tweek following close behind.

"Don't worry Tweek, that was a movie. It's not for real. Here, I got the stuff you asked for. Do not eat the shampoo again." Craig passed over a grocery bag to Tweek across the kitchen island. Tweek hopped up on a stool, his tail waving slowly at the thought of fake movies. He winked in thought.

"B-But at the beginning of the movie, it read 'Based on true events'! ERK! What if something happens to us, and Hollywood makes a movie of us? Which actor will play me? They won't get my hair right! That is WAY too much pressure!!" Tweek's tail curled up as he hugged his can of sardines. Craig huffed as he turned around to place groceries in the cabinets.

"I can assure you Tweek, you're the least exciting thing to happen to this town. A movie will be made about an alien invasion, or mecha Barbra Streisand, or that imaginary characters exist-" Tweek started hiding his face and pulling at his hair.

"GAH! Those are things that happen in this town?! Why is it so chaotic?! Even Hell was more organized than this!" Tweek pulled on his horns while Craig leaned against the kitchen island.

"Well, sometimes those things happen. But mostly it's just a small town in snowy mountains. People live their daily lives here and make something of themselves. They have kids and buy houses and go to school, just like normal." Craig shrugged as Tweek started to calm down a little.

"Oh...alright. Urgh...I still have a lot to learn. I didn't think above-ground would be so confusing!" Tweek winked out of anxiety as he followed Craig into the living room to watch TV. Craig plopped on the couch and put his feet up after a long day. Tweek silently sat next to him, his tail waving in the air.

"Well, you're getting the hang of it. The remote control, anyway. How do I put parental supervision on this thing-" Craig messed around with the buttons on the remote as he switched the channel by accident. He looked up to the TV and just as quickly set his gaze back down to the remote, while Tweek continued to watch. Two cartoon characters were in the middle of a field rolling on top of each other. Were they rolling? Or fighting? It didn't look like either. Tweek winked at the TV and pulled on his shirt.

"Hey...hey Craig?" Tweek looked to Craig. Craig jerked his chin up in Tweek's direction while still fiddling with the remote. "Uh- urgh- what are they doing on the TV?" Tweek pointed to the characters on screen.

"Oh crap, did I change it to Cinemax on accident-" Craig was expecting to see something inappropriate on screen, but it was just two characters tickling each other. "Oh, they're just playing."

"It-It doesn't look like playing!" Tweek pulled on his shirt as he watched one character scribble his fingers all over his friend's tummy. The other character laughed in an animated fashion. It wasn't anything Tweek had ever seen before since he's been above ground. Craig quirked his lip as he sunk deeper in the couch to fiddle with the remote.

"Yeah, they're playing. They're tickling each other. It's a kid's game." Craig yawned and kept messing with the damn remote while Tweek was still curious.

"T-Tickling? What's that? Urgh- How do you play?" Craig's cheeks blushed a bit as he threw the remote to the side. He couldn't figure out where to find parental controls on the damn thing.

"Uh...there's not really any rules to it Tweek, you just kinda play, I guess." Ugh, this was on par with the birds and the bees talk they had last week in terms of embarrassment. "Humans are sensitive if you touch them a certain way in a certain place, 'cause of our nervous systems. Some people are really sensitive or not sensitive at all. Our bodies are different from each other. People tickle other people to see them laugh." Craig explained. Tweek held his fingers while he tried to process this confusing human game.

"So what's your body like Craig? ERK! Are-are you sensitive? If you're sensitive do people just come up to you randomly to play? That sounds horrible!" Tweek balled his fists in his pants while Craig toyed with a strand of his blue hat.

"No, no. People are usually respectful when people say they don't want to be tickled. But sometimes people ignore it and tickle them anyway. It can be annoying, but some people like it." Craig shrugged again, half-hoping that can be the end of the discussion. Tweek winked as he worked up the courage to ask his next question.

"C-Can I try? I wanna see what it's like." Craig blinked at Tweek blankly while on the inside he was screaming. Why did Tweek have to be so damn curious... But he looked genuinely interested. And Craig couldn't say no to his big blue eyes.

"Uh, I guess. Like I said, every person is different, so don't be surprised if you don't get a huge reaction out of me." Craig laid back on the couch, his midsection suddenly tense. He remembered getting tickled as a kid, but nothing too crazy. And being a pastor in training has taken away his time to participate in normal kid activities as well.

Tweek sat on Craig's jeaned thigh, his tail wagging out of curiosity. "Urgh...okay! I'm just gonna start like how I saw on the TV, 'cause I don't really know what to do-" Tweek was a lot more straightforward than Craig would have thought. Tweek followed the cartoon character's example and started scribbling his fingers in Craig's tummy. His impish traits gave him nails that resembled a woman's acrylics. Craig snorted from the sudden touching and started to squirm and laugh.

"Pffmt- T-Tweeheheek! Hehehey!" Craig giggled, his eyes narrowed in his laughs. His arms rested on his sides, despite his fists being balled up and resisting the urge to cover himself up. Tweek stopped immediately after he heard Craig protest.

"ACK! Craig, are you hurt? Are you dying?! I didn't mean to kill you, man!" Tweek held Craig's shoulder, his tail curling in worry, as Craig shook his head.

"Noho dude, you didn't hurt me at all. It just tickled, that's all." Craig said in his usual monotone voice. Tweek pulled on his tail in thought.

"Oh, so I was doing the right thing!" Tweek beamed and launched back into it before Craig could say anything.

"Yeah, I gue-HESS! Gihihive mehehe a wahaharning first!!" Craig laughed out as Tweek's fingers returned to his belly, the nails on Tweek's hands scritching the skin underneath Craig's black pastor uniform.

Tweek didn't answer. He's never seen Craig look this carefree. Craig's face was alight with his laughter, his cheeks blushed and his eyes squinting in his giggles. It was funny, even though Craig had no control over how he laughed, he still laughed in the same monotone register of voice.

"Does this tickle? Am-Am I doing it right?? Am I tickling you, Craig?" Tweek asked incessantly while his fingers scratched across Craig's tummy and ribs. Craig giggled and shifted all over the couch.

"Yehehes you ahahare! Yohohou're dohohoing ihihit a bihihit too wehehehell!" Craig tried putting his arms over his tummy to hug himself and keep Tweek's fingers away, but Tweek's reflexes were fast. Anytime Craig put his arm in the way, it was immediately set aside by Tweek. It was like he had four hands.

"Huh, this is- ERK! This is weird! You're laughing but nothing's funny! ACK!" Tweek twitched as he pressed his nails down harder into Craig's tummy for a bigger reaction.

"Ow- Ohohow Tweek! Nohohot sohohoho hahahahard!" The pastor called out to the imp. Tweek lessened his nails and kept it to a light scribble.

"Oh, sorry Craig! Like this??" Tweek shook and scribbled his nails over Craig's tummy and waist, his hands suddenly everywhere trying to find all of Craig's spots. Craig burst out in refreshed laughter as he started moving all over the furniture.

"Nohohoho nohohohot like thahahahat! Pffmt- heheheheh!" Craig's ears burned underneath his blue hat. A pastor in training getting tickled to pieces by an imp from hell. Was this biblical in a way, Craig wondered in the back of his head...

"Then how am I supposed to do it? ERK! I've never done this before!" Tweek began to worry. If you tickled someone incorrectly, did they die? How was Tweek supposed to know?? Tweek started using his index fingers and poked into Craig's hips to lessen the tickles even more to see if that helped. Craig's laughter turned heavy as he covered his hips with his hands.

"Gahahahaha! Stohohop thahahat! Tweeheheheek!" Craig tried pushing Tweek's hands away, but Tweek was still quicker than him every time.

"ACK- Sorry Craig, I'm just playing! I'm playing right?" Tweek's ten fingers scratched over Craig's waistline, which would have started to hurt if it weren't for Craig's shirt in the way. The sporadic use of different methods was starting to weigh down on Craig.

"I gue-hehehehehe! Gohoho sohohohomewhere ehehelse!" Craig called out. Tweek freaked out at this, which caused his fingers to go a little haywire.

"GAH! G-Go somewhere else?! Where am I supposed to go?? Just cause I was tickling you I have to leave?! ACK! Tickling is too intense!!" Tweek's fingers gripped Craig's hips in the middle of his freakout.

"NAHAHA-hahahow! I meheheheant ahaha diffeheherent spohohot! Dihihifferent tihihickle spohot!" Craig cried. Tweek didn't think he could have this much control over a man of God cause of something as simple as a child's game. The pastor in training was totally at his mercy...too much pressure.

"Oh-oh right. Uh, how about here?" Tweek moved down from his hips to squishing the tops of his thighs. Craig calmed down almost immediately but kept up a steady stream of giggles.

"Thahat-heeheheh- thahahat's okahahay." Craig rubbed his face with his hands, his body twitching every now and then with Tweek's squishing. Tweek looked up to see Craig's arms were raised and out of the way.

"Hey what's that?" Tweek asked out of the blue and shot up to stuff his hands up Craig's underarms out of curiosity.

"What's what- GOHOD! Hahahahaha stohohohop!" Craig shot his arms down and kept them close to his sides while Tweek's tail wagged in happiness. He was so close to Craig now, he could see his laugh and smile up close. Pastor Craig had blue braces, but Tweek didn't mind. He thought they looked cool. Tweek had never seen face wear like that before. Craig had a pink blush over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. Tweek's impish heart began to pump.

Craig's worn Converse drug across the couch as he tried to buck off the imp tickling him. A man of God at the mercy of an imp? What would the church think...

"Okahahay! Okay okay okahahay stohohohop stop stop!" Craig pleaded out. Tweek's fingers stilled; Craig's face was pink with residual giggles. "God save me..." Craig passed his hands over his face and steamed into them.

"ACK! Oh-Oh Satan, I didn't hurt you, did I?" Tweek hopped off Craig's waist, his tail twisting in worry. and waited by his side while Craig caught his breath on the couch.

"Ahehee- it's-it's okay Tweek. You didn't hurt me, you're just way more intense than I thought. But uh yeah- that's how you tickle, I guess. Also, you're not watching TV anymore. And don't tell anyone this happened, either." Tweek protested as Craig finally figured out the parental controls and blocked all of the kids channels and scary movies.

"Well, thanks for showing me Craig. Urgh...I thought you were cool." Tweek admitted. Craig blushed, not out of mirth but out of something else.

"Cool? How come?" He asked. Tweek shrugged, the leftover sunlight hitting his eyes.

"Ah, I don't know. You're just...mmph...words..." Tweek held his head in thought as Craig held Tweek's hand. Tweek looked up into Craig's smiling face.

"Thanks, Tweek. You're cool, too."