#Straw Priests AU

[q-ueen-potato]

....I'd say that Nika wouldn't like Tot Musica... you know the demon king guy.

Yeah. Not his tyoe of guy to be friends with

(For your god au btw, it xan either be all the crew are reincarnated gods or just the crew as priests and kuffy as god(

Ohhh yes Luffy doesn't like him at all, I mean Music is fun but trapping people in a dream isn't.

He felt something was wrong when Uta started to Sing, he usually wouldn't be trapped inside the Uta world but because this human body? Yeah he is stuck here as well...but he is a god...that is inside another divine(or not so divine) being...Tot Musica knows he is there. And want him out...

#one piece #one piece au #straw priests au

[fuctacles]

For @batboysxprompts Secret Steddie event. My prompt:

Quote: "You've never been touched like this before?" Song: 'Raw Deal', by Judas Priest Optional:  a leather bar AU/place, +18 content, set in fall Don’ts: Pregancy/breeding kink, choking/breathplay, vomit, scat, watersports

E | 2365 | cw: drugs | loose Cruising AU, leather bars, bicurious Steve, going undercover | tape dividers by @cafekitsune heart dividers by me

The door slammed closed behind him, leaving Steve alone in the empty hall outside the Captain’s office. In his hands, he was holding the turning point of his career, a special assignment he was dreaming of, handed him by the captain himself. A leather jacket. With his new address and keys in its inside pocket.

He was still buzzing with anger at his colleagues, at the hateful words they used and their unwillingness to take this on. It was mostly that, which pushed him to bite back and offer himself.

By the looks from his peers, it seemed it was their plan all along. To send the gay sympathizer in as one of their last straws. But will he be a short or a long one?

It’s not what he dreamed of when joining the force, certainly not something he felt comfortable with. But he was too pissed to back out, and the whole case was hitting a dead end.

A strip of paper with a crude map and a name led him through alleys until he passed the first leather-clad guy, then another, then groups of them. He kept catching stares that were both the same and completely different from the ones women would send him. He knew he was in the right place.

The bar itself was suffocating with its loud music and weird smells. But most of all, the mass of bodies, glistening with sweat and smattered with hair.

So much hair on so much bare skin.

The beer was lukewarm, giving no relief from the heat around him and he knew he was on his way to a bad headache. It was like stepping into a hazy dream. He was pretty sure there was a threesome happening in the right corner of his vision. There was also a real possibility he was getting intoxicated on the fumes hanging in the air alone.

A guy, clad in a dark tank top and sweat, leans on the bar beside him, his dark eyes flitting up and down appraisingly over his body.

“You look new here.”

“I am new,” Steve admits.

“New here or new-new?” The man raises his eyebrow, intrigued.

“New-new.” 

He lights up at that.

“I could show you the ropes,” he offers with a smile suggesting a joke Steve’s missing. He lets him pull them into the pulsing mass of bodies on the dancefloor anyway.

It takes him a couple of minutes to figure out the rhythm, let the music and the crowd seep into him, and guide his movements. While everything here was different, he’d been to bars before. He knows how to dance, knows how to flirt.

“What’s your name?” he asks loudly over the music.

The man’s smirk moved his trimmed mustache. He leans in, closer than any man ever has before.

“You can call me Spike.”

Steve nods.

“Sven.”

The man doesn’t move away, stays close and so does his lopsided mustache. 

“You look like Sugar to me.”

Steve smiles, surprised and flustered.

“Then Sugar it is.”

They dance, now closer but not uncomfortably so. Two guys beside them are grinding against each other, and the sight lights a fire under his skin. It’s a dangerous feeling, considering he’s on a job. Ah, and there’s a killer on the loose. It’s not the best moment to give in to his homoerotic fantasies.

So he plays the part of Sven, a shy, closeted bisexual who doesn’t make first moves, afraid of where it might lead him.

The last part distinguished him from Steve, who was insanely curious about what could happen.

Some making out, hopefully, wouldn’t foil his plans.

He doesn’t put Spike’s hands on his hips like he wants to, but steps a bit closer, and sways his hips in a certain way. 

A hand does land on him, but instead of pulling him in, it’s dragging him away.

“Back off, we’re dancing!” Spike pushes between him and the owner of the hand. Steve looks back, ready to snark at whoever is groping him, but he finds a familiar face.

He’s frozen for a second too long, but Edward Munson, the man still considered a main suspect by many, takes it in stride.

“Relax, Spike, we’ve met before. Haven’t we?”

Steve nods, earning himself a glare from Spike.

“The Freak? You said you were new to the scene.”

“Never said we’ve met here,” Munson clarifies, voice growing sharper with a warning. “Go find a different virgin, you perv.”

Spike grumbles something before leaving, and Steve is pulled into Munson’s chest. He huffs when their ribcages collide painfully. Everything is hot and sticky, and he wants to go home. Or rather, the temporary flat he’s renting while undercover.

“So Spike likes inexperienced men, huh?” he asks conversationally. 

“Yeah, but he also lives with two roommates who've known him for the past five years.” Munson rolls his eyes. “An unlikely suspect.”

“Thought you weren’t going to help us?” Steve raises an eyebrow. 

“Maybe I’m not helping you. Maybe I’m just keeping my eyes open because someone is killing gays in the area.”

Steve humms at that.

“So what’s your name, stranger?” he asks mockingly but Steve already knows he likes pushing buttons. Especially with cops, suspect or not. 

“Sven. But Spike seems to think Sugar works better for me.”

The man snorts, giving him a quick once over. 

“It does,” he decided. “Well, if you hear about the Freak or Popper, that might be me.”

“Popper?”

“Care for a hit?” He reaches into his leather jacket, bringing Steve’s attention to his bare chest. There were a couple of tattoos on his pecks and a fine dusting of hair.

From an inside pocket, he brings out a tiny bottle. It looks like a nasal spray with two cones instead of one.

“What is it?”

“Poppers,” he answers shortly before putting the thing in his nose and inhaling. “Probably my most popular ware. Great for anal, relaxes your muscles and stuff.”

He shakes the bottle in an offer and Steve takes it. Plunges into the sweaty world of leather and testosterone, as were his instructions.

They keep dancing and take a couple more hits. Munson tells him about all the regulars, the dos and don’ts of this world. His hand is under Steve’s shirt and his mouth is on his ear to keep their conversation private.

There is so much to take in.

“Where do I get pants like that?”

Munson follows his line of sight and sees a hairy ass peeking from a cut-out in leather pants. He grins back at him.

“I can show you a place.”

Two weeks in and Steve is barely focused on his assignment. The breeze on his ass is all he can think of. The stares he attracts, the fact that he’s almost offering himself on a silver platter. He could just lean a bit more forward on the bar, bend his spine, anyone could just stand behind him, grind against him, and…

His cock gets heavy just at the thought and he does lean in. Can’t help himself.

He almost sighs when a hand scopes the globe of his ass.

“You’re blending in quite nicely,” he hears Munson, Eddie, in his ear. Of course it’s him. “Just another slut begging to be touched by a random pervert.”

Turns out he’s into dirty talk now as well. Who would have thought?

“You have a really nice ass, too. I think the pants were a good choice,” he says, squeezing. “How do you feel in them?”

Frozen between pressing into the touch and squirming away, Steve weighs his words.

“Like candy on display. An offering.”

Eddie humms, suddenly closer.

“Yeah? What are you offering?”

He doesn’t know. The idea of gay sex had never really crossed his mind but for the past week, it’s all he can think about. He keeps wondering how far he is willing to go with the charade. If his curiosity will turn into exploration.

The palm presses on his tailbone and slides down, a single finger tracing his crack, but not pushing between the cheeks. It’s still tantalizingly close to his hole. Steve’s fingers scrape on the bartop in front of him.

“What? You’ve never been touched like this before?” Eddie asks teasingly. “Of course not,” he answers himself. “This is not your scene. You shouldn’t be here.”

Steve straightens up. He doesn’t want to turn around for some reason, so just presses against him, back to chest.

“I’m doing my job.”

“I could do it.”

“You’re not trained,” Steve reminds him, angry at the turn in the conversation. Places Eddie’s free hand on his middle. His fingers flinch at the skin-to-skin contact and Steve feels pride in his choice not to wear anything under his jacket today. Eddie traces the hair on his chest.

“Well, we have the same chances against a gun to the head.”

“He uses a knife.”

“And now you’re spilling confidential details. Not very professional.”

“Everyone knows that,” Steve argues but he’s already irked by Eddie’s prodding.

Speaking of prodding…

There’s still a finger, lazily tracing his ass.

He likes it. He can admit this much.

“Maybe it could be my scene,” he says quietly, turned enough for the other man to catch. Eddie makes an inquiring sound, to which Steve puts his palms against his, making him press harder against his skin. The finger on his ass slides between his cheeks.

“You could show me the ropes?”

Eddie lets out a husky, surprised laugh.

“Pun intended?” 

“Pun very much intended.”

He’s making a mistake. None of this is worth it and he’s risking his assignment, failing his precinct. Letting a murderer run around, knife in hand, killing innocent men.

These are his thoughts when Eddie slips his fingers in and out of his ass. It’s weird but not unpleasant, the drugs are doing their job of helping him relax. But the appeal is lost on him and it’s a pity because he really warmed up to Eddie, hoped they could be friends, solve the case together. But now it’s gonna be awkward, because-

All his doubts are cut short when Eddie finds his prostate, nearly making him choke on his spit.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “Okay.”

Eddie chuckles from between his legs.

“Okay?”

Steve nods, blinking at the cracking ceiling.

“Yeah, I’m starting to get it. Do it again?”

“Of course, Sugar.” He leans in to plant a kiss on his leather-clad thigh before going to town on his prostate.

Steve arches off the bed in a silent scream and with a little help of a hand on his dick, comes all over himself and the pants he’s still wearing. His head is too heavy to lift properly and the gasps of breath aren’t helping but he looks down Eddie’s body with a frown. This was so much easier with a woman. He licks his lips and tries to get an elbow under himself. 

“Do you want to…”

Eddie looks up at him from where he’s wiping cum off the leather.

“Want to what?”

Steve scrunches his nose.

“Fuck me.”

He stops what he’s doing and sits up. He lost his pants before so his dick stands hard and proud between his legs.

“I do,” he shrugs matter-of-factly. “But I’ll be fine.”

Steve’s shaking his head before he’s even finished talking.

“No. Do it.” He uses what little is left of his strength to flip on his stomach and raise his ass. He moves it in a way he hopes is inviting. “I’m still curious.”

Eddie’s silent for alarmingly long and he’s starting to feel he said something wrong, but then the man lets out a choked sound. The mattress dips under his weight when he moves closer. 

“Are you sure?”

Steve considers the ugly pattern of Eddie’s wallpaper.

“No,” he decides. “But I want to know. Just use a fucking condom.”

Eddie scoffs and grabs his ass in both hands, kneading his cheeks.

“Of course.”

When he enters him, it’s like nothing else Steve’s ever felt. His dick goes so much deeper than the fingers and the stimulation on his prostate is twice as prominent. Especially now that he’s already come. He didn’t think he was gonna do it again any time soon but Eddie’s dick might just prove him wrong. 

And it’s not just the stimulation doing him in. There’s so much more to take in now.

There’s a man behind him, pounding into him with big hands holding his hips. He’s under him, bent with his ass up, face in the sheets, and rubbing against them as his whole body rocks for another man’s pleasure. He likes being used, likes being on the receiving end, he realizes. Already knows it’s not going to be a one-time experiment.

Eddie grunts behind him, low and deep, and his hips snap harder against his ass, fingers digging painfully into his skin. He can feel him twitch inside as he climaxes and Steve follows, stuffing his face in the sheets to hide his pathetic whine. He hasn’t been this drained after sex for a long time, and he wasn’t even the one doing the fucking.

Eddie probably felt the same, because he collapsed on him, all heavy limbs and itchy stubble against his back.

“You were so tight, so hot and perfect,” he mumbles against his skin, leaving tiny kisses in his wake. Steve didn’t know what to do, because he never thought what he would do after the sex. What they would do.

Thankfully, Eddie’s hazy blissed-out brain has an idea.

“Can we cuddle?” he asks, almost inaudible with his face pressed into Steve’s shoulder.

“Sure,” he answers in a hoarse voice because the idea sounds heavenly. “Lemme just…” he shimmies out from under Eddie who makes a displeased sound but Steve has to get out of the leather pants before he falls asleep. He does so as quickly as possible and falls back on the bed.

It takes a moment for their boneless limbs to align comfortably but it happens and Steve finds himself being the little spoon for the first time in his life. He quite likes it, he decides. 

#I've revisited an old true crime/x-files fueled idea for this so if there's interest I could expand on it :) #steddie #mine #batboysxprompts #cruising au #undercover au #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #ff #st #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #detective steve #leather bar au #leather gay #i am in a desperate need of a beta

[creabirds]

creabird's fics master post

charles/max

your heart, love (has such darkness) | chaptered fic, roman empire inspired fantasy au, enemies to lovers, rated e, 48k [fic post | fanart]

“Who did this to you?“ The question escaped Max in a low growl, sounding more animal than human. Charles’ eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Your men,“ he answered, as if it was obvious. And it was. “No, who exactly?“ Max hissed, “because I ordered them not to hurt you and I will cut their fucking heads off for defying their commands.“ The provinces' war against the empire has been raging for years, but finally, Max Verstappen and his rebel army are close to bringing their enemies to their knees. The dire situation has the empire's most powerful warrior, Charles Leclerc, il predestinatio, running right into Max's arms in an attempt to stop him before it's too late. Max wants the empire's darling for himself, but their relationship is much more complex than that of a villain and hero, king and concubine. Though Charles is chained and collared, nothing is really as it seems.

bare your teeth verse | on-going series, a/b/o drivers au, enemies to lovers, rated e, 3-4k each [fic post | fanart]

part one: see me bare my teeth for you

It has been five years since Max gave Charles his mating bite on a rainy day in Val d'Argenton. Five years of Charles keeping his head down and ignoring it had ever happened. Until the day he set foot in the paddock, freshly signed to drive in F2, his dreams becoming true. Only there is one problem: his mate is too close for his body not to react.

part two: bound with the curse don't want this bubble to burst

Charles has finally made it to Formula 1. But reaching this milestone forces him closer to Max than ever before. On and off the track - they fight, and they clash. Grudging acceptance bubbles over into rage once again after the 2019 Austrian Grand Prix, with Charles on Max's private jet and nowhere to run.

part three: it feels better biting down

Charles has not stepped foot outside of his apartment for the entirety of the lockdown. He has not seen anyone, especially not Max, so he is shocked to find him attempting to break his door down, deep in his rut and desperate to get his hands on Charles. For once, the tables have turned and Max is the one out of his mind with want.

part four: i cut my teeth on people like you

Ever since spending his rut with Charles, Max's jealousy has been going haywire. It doesn't help that their relationship is more strained than ever. Winning his first championship and seeing his omega congratulating his biggest rival instead of him is the final straw.

late night devil (put your hands on me) | one-shot, vampire/priest au, rated e, 5k [fic post | inspo art | fanart]

Welcome to the Halloween Special! “Don’t worry, I’m a priest here at St. Fiacre, you are very welcome. I can call for a doctor in the morning, as well,” Max explained. As he turned towards the man, coming eye to eye with him for the first time he was suddenly struck by the beauty of him. “It is not that, I would love to come in,” the man offered, a shy smile curling over his mouth and creating a set of dimples on its corners. Max tried not to stare. “However, I simply cannot. I am not allowed, so to speak,” he explained. “What,” Max looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Why?” The man flashed a broad smile and Max could not avoid looking. What he saw were fangs.

the world is so much wilder than you think (all the mermaids have sharp teeth) | chaptered fic, siren charles au, get-together, rated e, 22k

Charles' eyes focussed on him, bright green, not in a scary, alien way, but more like the sunlight had caught in his irises, making them appear brighter and more saturated than usual. Only there was no sun. It was the middle of the night. Max felt an itch in his fingers and feet, as if he was being pulled forward magnetically. Charles blinked again, and it was gone. Max sat back on the chair with a grunt. He hadn’t noticed he had been in the process of standing up. “What?” he asked, not even sure what exact question to phrase. “Oh, you know, this is the part where you find out that supernatural creatures exist?”

i'm starving, darling (come and get some) | series, grid slut charles au, rated e, 5k

Well, it wasn’t like he was actively looking at his ass. It just seemed to always be in his line of sight. Like in Baku, when Max couldn’t stop himself from constantly glancing over to where Charles and Checo stood waiting for him to finish his interview because Charles kept dropping things. His racing-driver-instinct-eyes had immediately snapped over to the exaggerated movements in his peripheral vision and he couldn’t even tell what exactly it was Charles dropped because all he could see was a full view of butt in a fire-red racing suit. Max had considered whether he had gone insane and had started hallucinating due to a recent lack of sexual gratification (sue him, but he was a busy man) and Charles’ proximity and relative attractiveness (it was off the charts). And now this. Max was finally, thoroughly convinced. He’s doing this on purpose, he thought. His phone pinged with a message.

called to the devil (and the devil said hey) | one-shot, charles goes to red bull au, get-together, rated e, 16k

Charles joins Red Bull in 2025 in the hopes of finally winning the championship in a reliable car. Max is a suspiciously supportive teammate. Or: Max Verstappen's very secret retirement plan.

charles/max/carlos

hot in it (no stopping it) | series, grid slut charles au, threesome, rated e, 5k

14:43 [from Max Verstappen] [image attached] come over and bring a long pair of pants for charlie Carlos opened the message to view the picture and had to suppress a groan, lest the mechanics next to him would suspect anything. It was a shot of Charles, he recognized by his bright red shorts, even shorter now that they were pushed up and bunched around his upper thighs by a big hand that could only belong to Max. Beneath Max’s hand was an angry-red looking bite mark. The perfectly straight row of teeth indented into the skin was easily recognizable.

charles/carlos

maneater (make you spend hard) | series, grid slut charles au, rated e, 2k

“Do you like getting head, Carlos?” he asked, then. He had never claimed to be smooth nor subtle. He watched as Carlos’ eyes became comically wide before he narrowed them again, staring at Charles intently. “What?” “Blowjobs? Getting your dick sucked?” Charles tried again, a sly smile on his face, being very aware that Carlos’ question might not have been due to a lack of understanding of the terminology used at all. Carlos blinked at him and he swore the blush on his cheeks got a tad bit darker. “I mean— yes, doesn’t everyone?” he rasped, voice slightly airy. Charles’ tongue slipped out to wet his lips and he watched Carlos’ eyes flit down and back up to his eyes in a matter of milliseconds. “Sure,” he hummed, “but I also like giving it,” he grinned.

charles/grid

greed (i want it all right now) | one-shot, sex pollen, magical pussy, gangbang, dead dove for dubious consent, rated e, 9k [fic post]

Charles has to sneeze, and laughs. His Secret Santa seems to have had his fun with it, adding some fake snow to douse him in. He does not notice the nervous glances the producers behind the camera share. He reads the card, out loud, but falters as he tries to process what is written there in elegant cursive. “Since you are a lazy gift giver I will help you out this year,” it says. Charles furrows his brows. Or: Charles wakes up with a pussy. The grid is delighted.

yuki/pierre

inches in between us (i want you to give in) | one-shot, friends to lovers, rated e, 8k

4 times yuki sent pierre into gay panic + the one time he gave in alternative title: yuki being outrageous and pierre losing his shit (canon)

#masterpost #my fic #f1 fic #f1 fic rec #f1 rpf

[virgincels]

i really cant get enough of the farmer's daughter trope like ugh it can go with any au of leon its so :3

priest leon who only became a priest out of religious guilt, he's new in town and everybody and their moms giggle over him and pity him because he's too handsome to be a priest like goddamn!!! even the nuns find him charming. but anyway, long story short he sees you, the town sweetheart, starts crushing on you but he's in denial. everybody loves you, you're kinda an airhead but you're cute so you get away with anything.

your parents are like the southern type of religious, owning a huge ranch nearby, your family is like sorta rich (i have multiple ethel cain songs in my mind while typing this)

you go to masses with cutesy little outfits, dresses with patterns, pearls, and necklaces with lockets. leon is smitten by you, obsessed even and he's so fucking creepy about it. finds you praying alone in the church one day, sitting next to you and both of you got to talking. you were a flirt, no surprise. innocently putting your hands on his thigh, leon felt so guilty again. few more occassions of flirting, leon was actually stalking on the side because mmmm he's a creepy old man. stalking you anywhere like that one time he followed you to a nearby lake sees you skinny dipping, your clothes discarded on the ground. he steals your panties of course without you noticing. but obviously after your swim you couldn't find it, thinking some animal took it because you're that stupid.

leon on the other hands was jacking off out of sight, probably somewhere in the tall grass like the lil freak he is :3

(i got lazy at the end 😓 but yeah priest leon and farmer's daughter reader 😓 there's probably typos 😓)

-🦴

BONE ANON I LOVE FARMERS DAUGHTER .. one of my fave tropes ever and with the religious aspects too??!!! UGH says leon can put it in her ass bc :3 that’s not sex b4 marriage!! like um!! don’t worry father it doesn’t count at all! (has been fucked in the ass by every hick ever).. farmers daughter !! country bumpkin w southern drawl and she wears this cute straw sun hat and gingham shirts and the shortest denim shorts he’s ever seen..

#tw blasphemy #inbox 💌 #🦴 anon

[seiya-starsniper]

Another Corintheus prompt for you! Enjoy <3

A is tied to an altar as a sacrifice to demon!B. More than taking their life, B is interested in taking their body.

Okay so, I had a goal in mind to keep all my birthday celebration prompt fills around 1.2k words and then....and then. This one happened 🤣🤣🤣

I'm such a sucker for human sacrifice AUs though, really I shouldn't be surprised this got to 3.1k words!

Anyways, hope you enjoy friend, thanks for the prompt! 💖

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Dream had always known that his life was not his own. He was born solely to die, to be sacrificed, so that the rest of his village may live.

He’s not bitter about it — not entirely. It meant that he could do as he pleased, that he had no responsibilities other than to keep his purity intact. Instead of toiling on the fields or being forced to learn a trade, he could simply shut himself inside and read to his heart’s content. It was lonely sometimes, having nothing but books and the occasional visit from his siblings for company. But anything was better than having to face the pitying looks of the other villagers whenever he took a rare walk into town. 

On the day he’s set to be sacrificed, Dream goes easily, dressed in white, his long black hair held back in an elegant braid. Dream had not been allowed to cut it his entire life — another thing the villagers insisted he needed to keep pure for the demon to work their magic. Dream is not entirely sure he believes that his hair has anything to do with protection magic, but he’d followed directions anyway. It was one less thing to worry about in the grand scheme of things. 

His mother cries, of course, but his father does not. He merely reminds him of his duty, and claps him on the shoulder. His siblings were not allowed to be at the summoning ceremony, so they had all given him their goodbyes the night before.

The priests sit him at the center of the oblong marble altar, and because Dream is so pliant they do not bind him to it. The altar is cool beneath his thighs as Dream sits upon it, his legs just dangling over the edge. The sacrificial robe is wound tight around him, but it is so thin Dream still shivers in the cold temperature of the sacrificial room. He wishes they had dressed him in warmer garments. What a silly thing to be concerned about in his last moments of life. 

When they are satisfied with his placement, the priests perform the summoning ceremony, then leave as soon as the energy in the air begins to change. Dream debates whether he wants to close his eyes or face the horror of his death head on. He ultimately decides to face his fate with eyes wide open. It isn’t long before the smell of brimstone and fire fills his nostrils and soon the candles flicker rapidly as blackened smoke begins to fill the room. 

When Dream comes face to face with the monster that means to kill him, he’s struck by how beautiful the creature is. The demon wears the skin of a man, and a well dressed one at that. He’s tall and clean shaven, with straw-blond hair that is cropped in a modern manner that Dream has only seen on visitors who’d passed through his village on their way to the city. The suit he wears is modern too, white and sleek and well-fitting. Atop his face sits a pair of glasses, with lenses so dark they obscure his eyes entirely. 

When his gaze lands on Dream, his lips pull back into a menacing, almost feral looking smile. Dream feels very much like the sacrifice he is at this moment, a helpless lamb laid out to be feasted upon by a hungry lion — a lion who is very much stalking towards his trapped prey. He seems to cross the room in just a few wide strides, and then he is face to face with Dream. 

“Well, well, well,” the demon says, raking his gaze down Dream's flimsily covered body. “Aren’t you just the prettiest sacrifice I’ve seen in the last century.”

Dream cannot help but stare himself. The demon is even more beautiful up close, and still manages to stand a head taller than him, even with Dream propped on the table. He leans down after a moment, as if to whisper a secret into Dream's ear. 

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” the demon purrs. Dream shudders as the demon’s tongue flicks out to lick at the shell of his ear. He remembers how his mother had told him that demons were lustful creatures, that they were known to ravish their victims while they killed them, some even going so far as to desecrate the corpses. She had never mentioned that the demons themselves would inspire lust in a human though. But perhaps this situation was just unique to Dream. 

“I am Dream,” Dream answers, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. The demon's mouth is still close to his ear, so Dream clearly hears the sharp intake of breath, followed shortly by a chuckle full of warm breath that causes Dream’s entire body to jolt. It's cold in the summoning room, but this demon is warm, and Dream is struck by a sudden desire to touch, to test and see for himself just how hot this creature’s temperature runs. 

“Yes, you are a dream indeed,” the demon tells him, pressing one final kiss to Dream's ear before he steps back to take in the look of Dream once more. Even though Dream cannot see his eyes, the rest of the demon’s expression is clear. He's leering and Dream cannot help but feel self conscious as the demon's gaze sweeps hungrily all over his body. Dream’s robe is thin and short, barely long enough to cover the tops of his knees. He feels as though he may as well be naked already. 

“Oh we're going to have so much fun, little Dream,” the demon says with a grin, before he takes a dagger with a long, straight blade out from within his suit jacket. It gleans in the lowlight of the candle and Dream shudders when he sees it. He knows the next part of the ritual well. The protection ritual for the village requires demon magic and human blood. Dream had been chosen because he’d been born on the night of a lunar eclipse. He doesn’t think it necessarily makes his blood any more magical, but the village had always sent sacrifices born on the eclipse, and the protection had always held, so here he was. 

As the demon approaches him, Dream’s breath hitches in both anticipation and dread. He decides to bare his throat to the demon, giving him easy access to the vein he’d heard produces the most blood. He’d read too that a cut to the throat was the quickest way to death. Perhaps if he makes it easy for the demon, his death will be quick and mostly painless. 

He tries not to think of what the demon will do with his body once Dream is long gone. 

“I am ready,” Dream declares, hoping he doesn’t look too frightened. “Take all the blood you need from me for the ritual.”

“Oh aren’t you lovely,” the demon replies, running the flat of the blade along Dream’s neck. Dream stills his breathing entirely, afraid to move. Then, suddenly the blade is gone.

“But I don’t need blood from here,” the demon says, grabbing Dream by the wrist. “This will do just fine,” he adds, right before he cuts a straight line across Dream’s palm.

Dream inhales sharply and tries to jerk his arm back as the pain of the cut hits him, but the demon is stronger than him, and so his arm remains immobile. Blood flows freely down his hand and onto the altar, and then suddenly there is a bowl beneath his wrist, gathering the liquid. When it is filled to the brim, the demon begins to chant in a language that Dream does not know. He finally releases Dream’s wrist, and Dream presses the sleeve of the robe to his still injured hand, not knowing why he’s even trying to stop the bleeding. 

All at once the room is shrouded in a bright light, and then the chanting from the demon stops when it disappears. Dream looks around and sees that the summoning room is now bathed in a scarlet glow, a light he is intimately familiar with. It is the magic of the barrier that sits over his village, and Dream knows right away that the ritual has been successful.

“That’s it?” Dream asks, incredulous. All that magic for so little blood? There is still more seeping into the sleeve of his robe. 

“That’s it,” the demon replies with a sly grin, then adds, “I never needed a whole human body to perform the protection ritual, just a little bit of blood. Not my fault your people misunderstood my instructions.”  

“Then where have the other sacrifices gone?” Dream asks. Could he still walk out of this alive? Start over, go home, could he still—?

“Oh I still killed them,” the demon laughs as he wipes his blade down with a cloth before putting it back in his jacket. “But that was mostly for fun.”

“You,” Dream gasps, and for the first that is truly afraid. “Is that what you plan to do to me?” If it was, why pretend to let Dream live at all? Were his mother’s stories true then? Was the demon going to merely play with him and then kill him? Did his sacrifice mean nothing at all?

“Well, that depends,” the demon says, shocking Dream out of his terrifying thoughts. 

“On what?” Dream all but demands. 

“On whether you’d prefer to die, or ride my cock,” the demon tells him bluntly, the leer now returning to his face. “And if you’re especially good at it, I could make you immortal too. Would you like that sweetheart?” he asks, leaning in close and licking his lips, once again reminding Dream of a predator. “How would you like to be a demon’s cock warmer until the end of time?”

“I—” Dream swallows as a litany of filthy images rush through his mind. He'd been ordered to keep his body pure his entire life for the purposes of the ritual, but his mind was an entirely different story. He'd consumed plenty of erotic literature, mainly snuck in to him by his sibling Desire, and so he wasn’t naive to what the demon was offering him. But everything he’d read had been about pleasure between humans. Would it be different between a human and a demon? What if the demon didn’t even have the same anatomy as a human’s? Would it hurt more than—

“Chop chop, honey,” the demon says, snapping his fingers in Dream’s face, breaking the man out of his reverie. “Fuck or die, what’s it going to be?”

Dream swallows hard, then makes his decision. He wants to live, he realizes. Desperately so. He hasn't lived for himself his entire life and he — he wants to decide something for himself, for once. He drops his sacrificial robe, lets the cloth fall just past his shoulders, exposing his neck and chest to the cold air. The demon’s tongue darts out to swipe at his top lip once more, and he looks even hungrier now. 

“Take it all off,” the demon commands. Dream does, tossing the bloodied robe to the floor. Before he can look up at the demon once more, he finds himself suddenly pushed onto his back on the cold marble, the demon's entire body now pressing down on top of him. He claims Dream’s mouth in a hungry kiss, and Dream moans at just how warm the creature feels on top of him. 

“You can call me Corinthian,” the demon tells him right before he bites down on Dream’s collarbone. “I’d be very pleased to hear you to scream it as many times as you like while I’m fucking you.”

Before Dream can reply, the demon brings his injured palm to his lips, licking at the open wound. Dream gasps as his blood smears across the Corinthian’s face, making him look even more like a wild beast. Dream belatedly realizes the action has stopped the pain in his hand, and when the blond drops it, Dream realizes the wound has closed.

“How—” Dream starts to ask, but his lips are claimed once more by the demon’s mouth. Dream thinks there must be something wrong with him to find it so arousing that he’s kissing a creature whose mouth is filled with his own blood. When the Corinthian’s tongue pushes for entry, Dream’s lips part easily, and the taste of his own blood mixed with the demon’s saliva makes him dizzy. 

Dream writhes eagerly beneath the Corinthian body, the roughness of the man’s clothing an exquisite friction against his naked skin. Then suddenly, the clothing seems to melt off all at once from the demon’s body, leaving him bare. Dream gasps as he feels the demon’s cock, his very human shaped cock, press eagerly into his thigh.

“Clever trick, right?” the Corinthian chuckles into his mouth. “Next time, I’ll let you pull them off me yourself.” 

“You—ah,ah,” Dream moans as the Corinthian wraps a hand around his cock. “You seem to be a creature of many talents,” he finishes, panting as the demon strokes and teases him. 

“If you were impressed by that,” the blond grins, “then you’ll really like this.” The Corinthian mutters something under his breath, and suddenly the hand around Dream’s cock is wet. Dream curses.

“Like that, sweetheart?” the Corinthian croons, knowing full well what the answer will be. 

“Yes,” Dream moans, arching his back and thrusting his hips eagerly into the demon’s hand. “Please—gods—I—”

“Yeah?” the Corinthian replies, his smirk wicked as his hand stops moving, right before it leaves Dream’s cock completely. Dream whines and thrusts his hips upwards, trying and failing to regain that delicious friction.

“Why—” he starts but then the Corinthian shushes him with a finger on his lips.

“We’re just getting started, little Dream,” is all the warning Dream gets from the demon before he feels a finger press insistently at his entrance. 

Dream tries to wriggle himself away from the foreign sensation, but the Corinthian uses his free arm to pin his hips down.

“Ah, ah,” the Corinthian chides him gently. “There’s nowhere for you to go darling.”

“It feels weird,” Dream grumbles.

“It won’t for long,” the Corinthian promises.

He’s right. The Corinthian eventually gets one finger inside him, and it doesn’t take him long to find the bundle of nerves Dream had only previously read about in stories. The pleasure that washes over him is indescribable. Dream now knows why so many have chased the pleasures of sex at great personal cost; anything that felt this good could easily become an addiction. 

The Corinthian teases Dream’s hole the same way that he did his cock, bringing him right to the precipice of pleasure and stopping just short of Dream’s release. He does it again with a second finger, and by the third finger, Dream thinks the demon means to torture him forever like this, witholding Dream’s pleasure just out reach until the end of time. The Corinthian’s fingers suddenly withdraw all at once from inside him, and then the demon is nudging Dream up into a sitting position. It’s at that moment that Dream remembers the Corinthian had wanted him to perform a certain task. 

“Up you go, sweetheart,” the Corinthian says, moving to lie down on the same spot where Dream had previously been. Dream climbs into the demon’s lap and positions himself right at the tip, breathing slowly and deeply, before he starts to nudge the Corinthian’s cock inside him. 

The stretch burns, and Dream feels tears prickle at the corner of his eyes as his body struggles to adjust to something larger than three fingers inside of him. Every inch that breaches inside him makes Dream feel as though all the air has left his body. He feels so full, so hot, so overwhelmed, that he doesn’t know what to do, other than push through the discomfort. He’d made his choice at the beginning of this. He’d read in his books that this was supposed to hurt at first. He can do this. He will do this. 

After what feels like an eternity, Dream’s hips finally go flush against the Corinthian’s, and he exhales sharply as he tries to adjust himself. The Corinthian barely gives him a moment to breathe, before he thrusts up without warning into Dream. 

Dream screams and sees stars flash behind his eyes. The Corinthian sets a brutal rhythm beneath him, and Dream cannot do much at first besides take it and brace himself on the demon’s chest. The discomfort soon gives way to pleasure, and it isn’t long before Dream finds himself moving in time with the Corinthian thrusts, seeking his own pleasure on the demon’s cock. 

“Fuck you’re so tight, little Dream,” the Corinthian pants as he speeds up his pace beneath him. “Oh, yes, I’m absolutely keeping you.”

Dream yelps as the demon hits that bundle of nerves inside him. He's here again, at the precipice of pleasure, he can feel it. Dream lifts his hips up slightly higher than before and then slams them down forcefully, drawing a guttural moan from the creature beneath him.

“Corinthian,” Dream moans as the demon's cock hits that sensitive spot again. He moves his hips faster, desperately trying to hit that spot as many times as he can manage. “Corinthian!"

“Touch yourself,” the Corinthian commands, sounding just as out of breath as Dream feels, “and tell me again who you belong to.”

“You!” Dream cries, placing a hand on his cock and stroking himself desperately. “Corinthian, I am yours I'm—!” 

Dream screams as his orgasm rips through him, his cock spilling between their bodies. The Corinthian growls and then Dream is suddenly on his back once more, the marble no longer cool but hot against his back as the demon thrusts greedily inside him. Dream cannot do anything but helplessly whine and clutch at the Corinthian’s shoulders, the pleasure soon giving way to an overstimulated pain. 

The Corinthian roars as he comes inside Dream, his come wet and hot as it fills his insides. Between one blink and the next, Dream is no longer in the summoning room, but in a dimly lit bedroom, his back now pressed against silk soft sheets and pillows.

The Corinthian's cock is still inside him. And still hard.

“Welcome home, little Dream,” the demon croons into his neck. “Hope you're ready for round two.”

#the sandman #dream x corinthian #corintheus #the corinthian #dream of the endless #sandman fanfic #seiya writes #seiya writes corintheus #seiya's birthday prompt fills #posting this a bit early because I need to run off to a hair appointment!

[bobbybutterfly]

A Squirrel and Hedgehog OC. OoooooOOOooo. I was about to say it’s my second one (I’ve got a squirrel I never posted about before) but then I remembered Geumseagi’s dad. I think we could also have a philosophical discussion about how many head cannons can you lump up on a character before they become an OC. I imagine it’s when you change the character’s name. That’s just the last straw.

Changing up pre existing characters is a skill I learned from writing real people fan fiction. By the time you’re done writing your femboy pagan priest turned an immortal 20 something sparking dictator after the film market collapsed with the rise of AI, people will scratch their heads as to how this character ever started life as Tom Hanks. But most importantly you don’t get sued!

By the way this was an actual character I made. I never put out the unfinished book on the internet outside of one chapter on AO3. I was getting tired of working on it for I think over 2 years with no results.

This character though is original in that they’re not inspired by any character from Squirrel and Hedgehog specifically. I will talk about my inspiration for them later.

So. Their name is Shiho Tenshi as you can see. It means white angel. Originally they were supposed to be called Shiho Akuma, meaning white devil But it didn’t make sense to me that they would be called that by the weasels. They’re a war hero to them after all. Probably the Flower Hill animals would call them whatever the Korean translation of white devil is. Hayan Agma. Language is something that goes unaddressed in the series. It’s an idea I want to incorporate into my AU. Primary example being that the weasels kept Mulmangcho around as a translator.

Shiho Tenshi isn’t their real name. No one knows their “real name”. I should also mention that they’re gender fluid and use they/them pronouns. Also also they’re a white weasel if you didn’t notice. Growing up they were a poor orphan on the streets. They learned very quickly that by changing up how they behave and look they were gendered differently. Seeing their love for performance a traveling acting troupe took them in. They would preform for soldiers at military bases. Providing cheap entertainment.

One day though the base they’re performing at gets attacked. Using their sword skills they heroically defend the base earning them a place in the military. They rarely use guns or martial art. Preferring their elegant silver sword. The military allows it as it makes for some good propaganda posters. They absolutely despise all Flower Hill animals. Appearing ruthless and brutal. The peak of military masculinity. But when it comes to weasels and surprisingly mice they are kind almost motherly and willing to sacrifice themselves whenever it comes to it. They like mice because the acting troupe was primarily mice.

What do you think? I wanted to play with gender roles when it came to them. My main inspiration was Hoshiko Kawasima. They are a very interesting World War 2 queer historical figure. I would recommend checking them out. Then the character Lady Oscar from the manga Rose of Versailles. They were totally based off of Kawasima. There’s too many coincidences! Lastly their whole acting part was based off of the Takarazuka Revue. It’s an all female acting troupe in Japan. They’re really cool.

This picture was based off of a promotional image of Lady Oscar for their performance of Rose of Versailles. The background inspiration was from @32girassoisdevangogh I am trying to go more abstract graphic design for backgrounds of character art. Mainly because I’m just too tired after 5 hours of rendering. So prepare yourselves for more comic sands and pixelated images of puppies and kittens because graphic design is my passion as you can see from my tumblr banner!

I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with this character. They’re not going to be included in my Super Secret Project. Maybe I can write a short story about them or roleplay. We will see.

Bobby out!

#my art #digital art #fanart #squirrel and hedgehog #furry art #digital painting #procreate

[wintersmitth]

1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 13, 14, 16, 18, 22

Thank you!!

So since you didn't specify the fandom, I'll reply with a bunch of them!

the character everyone gets wrong

Bilbo fucking Baggins. He's a scrungly bitchy bachelor who likes his life to be just as he likes. He is in a petty warfare with Lobelia Sackville Baggins. He adopts his weirdest cousin. He talks Thorin off. He faces a dragon. He's grumpy at Gandalf and is in fact a bestie with him. He is not a soft hobbit flower!!!

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

Already answered

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

So I usually I only block people on political grounds. Say, Russia bootlicker, commie truthers, terfs and such. But I recently blocked a person who is being annoying about their fanfique.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

So I started resenting Captain America after Civil War. Not because I don;t like, but because how fucked the fandom acted. And instead I became die hard Tony Stark fan, even though I never cared about him before.

Also I almost started hating Ferdie Kingsley for fandom reasons, but I won't elaborate on that.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Again, Hob's existence doesn't revolve around Dream. I so so hate the trope where once they get together Hob gets stripped of, I don't know, half his agency, and his defining personality becomes loving and being devoted to Dream.

13. worst blorboficiation

Will Graham. I said what I said.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

Gender norms 2.0 but for gays! Oh this guy is a bottom, he is weak and a twink and cries and is basically a girl. Miss me with that.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I don't see any appeal in the priest AUs. This is some kind of specifically Catholic experience I could never get behind. Also, cowards for only writing Catholic priests. Make it a priest kink with Паша Мерседес.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Sam Vimes and Sybil Ramkin. Maybe not sleeping sleeping, but THEY DON'T GET ENOUGH LOVE. Ultimate power couple. The way Sam becomes a putty in Sybil's hands. The way she is loved by him. The way they are so fucking perfect to each other!!!!

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Again, Orpheus!! Orphy boy needs much more love!!

Sorry it got less and less words by the end of it, I hope I answered at least something you were interested in!!

Ask me Choose Violence Asks!

#sansael talks #anonymous #the sandman #house md #mcu #the hobbit #thank you anon!!

[bunsofhoney]

As the small church emptied, Peter chatted with Mrs. Lyndon about her blueberry crop, graciously accepting the promise of a pie on behalf of his aunt, who had left early to get ready for the potluck. Then he glanced over and saw the man in the white suit, leaning on a pew and staring at him. He grasped Mrs. Lyndon's shoulder and ushered her out, before turning and extending a hand.

He spoke before Peter could offer a proper introduction, in a soft, gravelly tenor with a slight drawl. "Do you quote Einstein in all of your sermons, Pastor?"

Peter blushed. "Not every one. I, uh, like to bring the light of the Lord onto many different topics…" He looked up at the tall man, whose crisp linen suit was well-fitted around broad shoulders. Peter was short and thin himself, having not gained much height since his 8th-grade growth spurt, "marking you a man," as his uncle had said. His dark brown hair was never really kempt, and he felt his freckles and big brown eyes made him look boyish, even at 21.

He looked up into playful blue eyes in a face that was hard to read - partly because it was covered in scar tissue. Shining, soft pink scars latticed and whorled across the man's skin from his shirt collar to the crown of his head, and there wasn't a hair on him. He wore a red silk tie and pocket square that stood out boldly on his broad chest. He held a straw boater with a red silk band in his hands.

Peter blinked at him.

" 'S rude to stare, Reverend. This button's just a little scuffed, you know," the man said with a wink. He grasped Peter's hand in a firm shake. "Wade Wilson, Esquire." Wilson's hand was calloused on the inside but soft on the back with scar tissue. It was very warm but dry.

"Peter Parker."

"It's quite a pleasure, Father Parker."

Peter got lost in the soft skin and brooding presence of the man in front of him as he stared at their clasped hands. All he could think to mumble was, "I'm, uh, not a Father."

"What's that?" asked Wade. His fingers brushed slowly along the back of Peter's hand for an extra moment before letting it go.

"Father... is a Catholic priest. Methodists are Ministers. And I'm not even that, really… just here temporarily."

"That's a shame, you'd make a good Daddy…" Wade winked at Peter, who stared back in mild confusion.

From Snake Oil, a blasphemous Spideypool AU

#spideypool #spiderpool #deadpool #peter parker #wade wilson #spiderman #fanfic #spider man/deadpool #my work #snake oil #historical au #im going to keep posting this story until it gets more reads #because i worked really hard on it #and it's my favorite thing i've created in a long time

[q-ueen-potato]

@alexoreality here is a divergence from my "The Rising Sun AU".

All the strawhats are normal people here, just Luffy is reincarnated. I think I will call that the Straw priests AU.

In this version even before discovering that Luffy is Nika (actually even before joining the crew) the Straw Hats already believed in the sun god

Zoro: Start believing after Kuina died, Kuina's father(I forgot his name) told Zoro the story of how Nika was betrayed but even I his dead he didn't stop loving the humanity, how he give up his own freedom for us. Zoro then promised to live free, he didn't pay attention to directions because belive Nika will give him a path. So he is always lost but always arive when is needed. He live without regrets.

Nami: start believing at age 10, she heard the Arlong Pirates talking about a fairy tail about the sun god who used teached his tricks to save a enslaved child. She looked at the sun and asked for the tricks, asked for the sun god teach her how to scape.

Usopp: He becomes a believer because his mom, who was also a believer. She would tell him stories about Nika, about rainbows and sunflowers. When his mom got sick he start telling her stories about the day he would save the Sun god, that he would bring him back to free the world and be worthy of the god's blessing.

Sanji: He was in the dungeon of the Germa Castle when he learn about Nika. He saw a recipe for a meal called Sun Meat. That has it's name because the flavoring let the meat orangish and was prepared outside, using the sun to cook. Was believed that was the favorite dish of the god of freedom. Sanji promised tho cook the Sun Meat someday, promised to give it to the god of freedom if he had the chance to be free. He would even cook for the rest if his life for the sun god, he just need to be free.

Chopper: All the animals believed in Nika, is something they can't explain. They simply know he will come back one day. Because of Chopper, Hiruluk died believing and Kureha believes too(she recognized Luffy immediately even if anyone did it too).

Robin: She star believing when as a kid studying archeology. She saw the scripture, she knows that was true. She feels really bad for everything she had to do while growing up, feeling she was offending her god but somehow, when she meet Luffy she knew that Nika understood.

Franky: He start believing because Roger. When the man arrived at Water 7, he told stories to the boy about the Sun God(Roger was faithful believer and would spread to word of the sun). Something inside him clicked and he started to follow the faith, just like Nika take care of everyone, Franky decided to take care of the people while he grow(Franky Family). When he build the Sunny, inside him, he saw the Sunny as a temple to Nika. Thanking the god for free him from his mind boundaries

Brook: He star to belive after adult, at the same time he learned Bink's sake. The song come from a story, about the sun god and his kids. About the dawn and the fall. When hsi crew died Brook almost lost his faith but when he came back he said he wouldn't give up, then he lost his shadow. Was painful know that he couldn't see his god's light anymore, he thought that was his punishment for almost stop believing. But then he learned more about Moria and hated him even more. Getting his shadow back was like living dream

Jimbei: Jimbei always believed, he was raised this way. One the the Sug God would come to the Fishman Island and show the light to everyone here and that day they would finally live in the surface alongside the humans. The slavery hurted him, how could they offend Nika that way? When he was arrested in Impel Down, he thought he would never see the sun again, he would look at his tattoo and think that maybe in his death he could meet the sun god. Then Luffy showed up and he believed that Luffy is a gift from the sun god

#one piece #one piece au #Rising Sun AU #Straw Priests AU

[sinners-paradise45]

Heaven Tonight (Halloween 2023!)

Pairing: Rubber Soul (Going by non-canon 'real name' Salvatore Romano) x Courtney Love (Going by actual real name Courtney Dietrich)

Warnings: Long ass fucking story don’t know how that happened, Awful Italian and German translations most definitely, Praise, Creampie, Dirty talk/Degradation, Over-stimulation, Slight Soft Drowning, Orgasm Denial, Size Kink, Dacryphilia, Implied Aphrodisiacs, Kinda Dumbification, Monsterfucking even if He’s still in his Human Disguese, Asshole Soul corrupting local blonde again more at 7.

Word Count: 12K

It's Halloween! What better to celebrate with a Demon/Priest AU where our awful slime man is now our awful slime demon! I've had a WIP of this story for a while, but too scared to actually do anything with it. I gave myself a crunch time of just this month to finish, and, omg, the worst decision of my life. But we got a pretty nice fic out of it, so I'm thankful! Happy Halloween to everyone! Hope y'all are safe and rocking out! 💙

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The hot Italian sun felt similar to hell trying to hustle through the streets of Tuscany. Crowds of people greeted and passed by each other; civilians were used to the weather around others, much along the lines of the foreign nun catching her breath between two fish stalls. Practicing nun Courtney Dietrich needed help getting around with her limited knowledge of the region's language, occasionally finding a fellow German tourist to help. Still, it now found herself lost with just the number of churches around. No matter which one she found herself at, none had heard of her or seemed weary of her presence turning her away. All she could act upon was to grumble and groan, hating her fellow holy folk for performing so stuck up. 

“Ohhh, Liebe deinen Nächsten, ehre deine Mutter… SCHEIßE(Ohh, love thy neighbor, honor thy mother… SHIT!)!” Courtney screamed out of pure frustration. Embarrassing herself as people stared at her strangely, passing her by. She tried to calm herself down, taking a more extended break than planned to find her new home. According to her mother, this trip was her last chance to ‘cure herself.’ Years and years of prayer, blessings, and even exorcisms to get this evil out, but it was never enough in her mother's eyes. Finally, this was her last straw. 

All Courtney wanted to achieve was to live an everyday life away. Knowing her power around, she knew she'd rather be dead than be forced to return home. Sighing to herself, the blonde woman forces herself to get up and continue her search. She couldn't understand what was so difficult about being told the name; all her mother said was, 'You will know…' Whatever that means.

Looking around, the young nun caught the eyes of two older women who were talking to each other and staring at her. 'Oh great…' more people judging her, but to her surprise, they both approached her. Offering a bundle of grapes, noticing her lack of energy, the other a little water. Courtney was taken aback at each kind gesture, giving a soft "Grazie(Thank you)…". She wondered if the outfit was giving her a spotlight for special treatment, worried about taking advantage of the two as she struggled to formulate the sentence in Italian for them. "L-Le…chiesa… C'è una chiesa qui vicino(T-The… church… Is there a church near here)?"

The women talked to each other briefly, chuckling at their words as if Courtney wasn't there. They pointed in the direction she came from, making her shake her head. 

"Sono venuto da lì.  Ce n'è un altro(I came from there. Is there another one)?"

That made them look at her questionably; they glanced at each other again. The only word Courtney understood from them was 'Spiaggia'... The beach? Was there one on the beach? The confusion was right on Courtney's face as one finally spoke to her. "Lungo la riva, se attraversi la grotta troverai quello che stai cercando(Along the shore, if you go through the cave, you will find what you are looking for)…" she cautiously pointed in the opposite direction. Looking off in the direction, she sees where many fishermen are coming and leaving with a day's harvest, not understanding the two’s uneasiness. She thanked the two for all their help going on her merry way; all the while, the two women prayed for the nun.

"Da lì non viene nulla di buono... Stai attento, giovane(Nothing good comes from there... Be careful, young one)…"

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

The wind blowing around was a nice contrast from the hot sun above; however, Courtney MASSIVELY underestimated how long of a walk it took her. She was almost certain those women were just playing a trick on her and wanted to make her even more lost than she was. However, before the nun could complain, she noticed the cave they mentioned just a couple miles down. She picked up the pace, not caring for the sand in her shoes and socks or how tired her muscles were. You couldn't see the end from inside, just pitch darkness invading all her senses from the outside. She contemplated going in; nothing about her predicament seemed safe. There could be someone in there just waiting for her… Was this worth it?  

Taking a deep breath, she has her 'final' cigarette and uses her lighter to see around—nothing but rock walls covered in moss in every direction, seemingly going on forever. No life even crawled around. It truly felt as if she was going into a new world. The air around her felt thick almost; it was hard to breathe, not helping with the nicotine stick between her lips. She put it out against the wall, putting it back in the box in case for later to continue. She glanced around for any direction of the way out. It seemed almost every direction was a new path. There was no way out, as turning around only revealed a wall. Now the air was sucked out of her body, panicking as she ran in any way just to get out. 

'Oh no, oh no, no, no…' she raised her light, only to scare a bunch of bats rushing toward them and drop her light. Now blinded, chased after, and wholly lost, she could only run and pray. "Ohhhhh, this is how Cujo started! Come on! God, please, if I survive, I'll try at this new Church! I'll be good; I don't want to die here!" 

As if hearing her after wanting to give her a hard time, a light shined as the end was near. She picked up the pace even with her legs screaming to stop. She leaps out of the cave as if to metaphorically 'step into the light,' embracing the warm sandy beach. She panted and inhaled the fresh air, looking back to see all the bats fly back into the cave depths to avoid the shining sun. Courtney laughs to herself, internally thanking God for helping her… yet groaning at the thought of keeping her end of the bargain. Lifting her head, she finally sees the church she thought she was looking for. 

The sight was… breathtaking. Utterly breathtaking as the old church was facing the ocean view. Despite the overgrown bushes and vines, the building was a beautiful piece of architecture. Stain glass windows that made the sunlight shine colorfully through cracked stone walls but nothing uneasy on the eyes. Courtney had never seen a church so beautiful in all her life. However, there wasn't anything she couldn't pinpoint. As she got up to move closer, none of the exact details matched her mother's description. She remembered her saying there were pillars in the front… Yet every church she went to that had such a feature slammed the door in her face. Maybe it was just renovations; they needed to remove that awful cave. Do they want others to come for service? It seemed from the two women before that there would be nobody here. 

"Perhaps it is abandoned…"

Just as she voiced her thoughts, she saw something move in the window that made her freeze. The young nun couldn't see more than a figure, but someone… or something was in there. Courtney slowly walked closer, trying to find the figure to move again. The steps raised like final judgment were just behind doors, waiting to test her. Her last chance for retribution, for a home… For her mother to finally see she wasn't a monster. 

Raising her head to face her path, she made her way up the stairs. Not even halfway up, the door slams open, stopping her in place—nothing inside to signify who opened it with such force. No matter where she stared, there was no one. 

"C-Ciao(H-Hello)… er… uhm I-Is anyone there?" Courtney yelled out, letting the silence ring. Repeating herself was cut short as she could hear footsteps approaching. Perhaps she was finally hallucinating under the summer heat, but she swore she could hear them coming closer. They stopped right before the person could step into the light. Their voice boomed even from so far away. 

"Chi osa oltrepassare questo sacro edificio(Who dares to tresspass this sacred building)?!" 

Courtney stumbled back, caught off guard. Her words slip as she tried to remember them in Italian, but the fear only makes it come out differently. "I-I-I'm Courtney Dietrich! My mother, Monika Dietrich, told me I'd be working for your church and that you could help me!"

Silence overtook them once again. She couldn't see his face, but she knew then the figure was staring her down. Not knowing where to move, she stepped up, but not for long. The shadow moved toward her, the light overtaking his now well-defined features. She could have guessed he was a man… but he… He looked almost the same age as her! He couldn't have been the Head Priest! Not to mention his appearance, his muscles almost bulging against his Priest garb, his well-sculpted face that looked down at her with one of his prominent eyebrows raised at her. He didn't speak, just studied her silently like a wounded animal. 

"Help me?" he finally spoke, his thick Italian accent peeking through the cracks. "How did you get through?"

Get through? …From the cave, does he mean? 

"I-I just walked through; I was told there would be a church here. Please, Father, I'm telling the truth! I've been searching for you all over Italy! If you can’t take me in, I can’t return home. I’ll soon jump into the ocean and drown!”

The statement made the raven-haired priest crack any sort of expression finally. He tried to keep himself from laughing at the ‘dramatic’ fashion but slowly but surely broke in front of her. His laugh boomed and bounced with the help of the building behind him. Oh, she knew what would come next—sharp, cold-hearted rejection. Waiting for the words ‘Leave and never come back.’, yet never came. Instead, he calmed himself down, and his golden eyes looked at her almost in a friendly manner.

“There will be no need for that; I am sorry, Sorella(Sister) Courtney. There’s been a lot of… Changes around here recently, and it slipped my mind,” He moved to the side as he reached his hand toward her, “Please do come in; you must be so tired and… so hot from your trip. I’m Salvatore Romano; I’m the new head priest.”

Courtney couldn’t believe it. Did he believe her? Slowly going up the stairs, never keeping her eyes off of the priest. She hesitated in grabbing his hand, being pulled inside. The entrance of the chapel seemed so…Dirty. Dust and cobwebs in every direction, from the walls to the pews, almost as if nobody had been around for years. Just getting from the other side made Courtney cough and hack.

“Mattience has been a little slow recently. Our old Head Priest took a leave of absence some time ago, and many others left with him. I’m the only one left to take care of this holy building,” Salvatore stops, turning toward Courtney. “Don’t see this as bad; it’s not a lot, but it’s a nice place.”

“I-I’ll have to take your word for it.”

The questions started filling in the blonde woman’s head. It did seem like no one had visited in the past 50 years, let alone someone living here now. The only room used has been the kitchen, seemingly the cleanest and most used compared to any others. She couldn’t help but pity the poor man. Maybe he needed an extra pair of hands to fix what’s around. They could start giving all the poor spiders a new home.

Reaching the second level of the church, she noticed all the extra rooms for a handful of workers were empty. They entered the second closest by the steps, inside bare bones with a tiny bed, dresser, closet, and desk. Salvatore jumps in first, dusting off the surfaces with his handkerchief. “I am sorry again for the lack of a welcome. This room is the cleanest but not clean enough for a young lady like you.”

Courtney was thankful at his attention being elsewhere, feeling her cheeks grow slightly warm at the kind treatment. “O-Oh, please… I’m only 22… But thank you truly. I apologize for being a bother to your… Busy schedule.”

“Not a bother; it’s been ages since I’ve had company. I’ll make you something to eat later, but for now, you should get some rest.” The taller priest towered over her, “You look flushed; just keep the window open, and the airflow will cool down around her.”

“Right… Thank you, Vater(Father) Salvatore.” She placed her bag of valuables onto the desk, stopping midway to shake his hand. Her polite nature made a small smile grace his handsome face.

“Of course, Sorella(Sister). I’m right in the room next to you if you need anything, and I do mean anything,” he winked at the nun, and she gave a confused look. 

‘He seemed fine with the dust; did it get in his eyes?’ Courtney thought while watching him walk away; she questioned him before he could step out. “Wait, so that I know. When will our first service be together?”

Salvatore froze in the doorway. Thinking momentarily before muttering, “In due time, Cara.” He closes the door soon after, leaving her with more questions than answers.

‘He seems nice at least… Nothing like those stuck-up Schweine(Pigs) from before, but still strange. Perhaps it’s just from being here for so long…’ she wondered, falling on the bed while a flurry of dust sprinkled in the air. Coughing and shooing it away, she tries not to let it dampen her mood. She would finally get the help she needed and, better yet, maybe have a friend around her age. ‘Friends… Oh, that does sound genuinely wonderful.’ Smiling, she closed her eyes, letting tiredness overwash her at her new life while her new friend stayed close to her door. 

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

Golden light illuminated the room as red candles filled every corner. Courtney tossed and turned under the blanket, feeling her body heat from the flames. Tossing and turning to find a cooler side did not help, making her open her eyes sleepily. Seeing the light around made her wake up more, seeing herself surrounded by them. She tried to relax her racing mind. There was no way Father Salvatore could do this… Right? Not wanting to find out, she raced out of bed only to be pinned down. She panicked trying to get back up, yet found herself unable to and worse. She couldn’t find the person who was keeping her down.

A dark chuckle fills the room with sound, shutting the nun up as she tries to find the person to no avail. In an instant, before she could react, her eyes were covered by some sort of cloth. Tears threatened to leak from her eyes, trying to yell out for the other man in the church to come to her aid. She was silenced by the lips of her capture on her own, their fangs digging into her bottom lip and seemingly forked tongue teasing the idea of entering her mouth. They stayed in place for only a short period but felt as if they were forever. Tears soaked up the blindfold as she wished she could jump up and run out of Italy altogether! Separating from their sinful display, the creature allowed Courtney to weep pitifully to watch under them for a moment. Another kiss lands on her forehead but primarily shimmied near her ear, whispering in a language the freckled nun couldn’t understand. She tried to make out the words. The room twisted and turned before long, waking again from the morning light.

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

The sun’s light trickled into the dusty room, while all Courtney could do was pant to still her heavy beating heart. Looking around, the room hadn’t changed from the day before. There were no candles and no sign of anyone. 

“What…What was that?!’ She wondered as she slapped herself more awake to get rid of her weird dream from her mind. It didn’t take too long as an intense, heavenly smell filled the air around her. Father Salvatore must be in the kitchen. Courtney hoped she didn’t make him wait too long to wake up, changing into her more traditional nun garments before heading down. She held her breath, going through the sanctuary and pews as she stumbled through the kitchen. The tall priest stirred something ferociously while a single steak lay cooking on the stove; she noticed an arrangement of fruits with pastries to the side of him as if he had just gone to the market. He curses to himself in his mother tongue yet changes his tone when taking notice of the nun’s entrance.

“Ah Buongiorno, Sorella(Good morning, Sister) Courtney. I trust you slept well!” he smiles toward her while not slowing down his mixing.

“Guten Morgen, Vater(Good morning, Father) Salvatore… It smells delicious in here,” finding a chair, Courtney continued to watch him cook. This was her first Italian breakfast; she was always curious how it differed from her roots. She couldn’t see any other meats than the steaks, and the bread was nothing she was used to. She watches him fill a tray of the horned-shaped rolls with honey, a red jam, and even some coffee to bring to her.

“I have more sugar and cream if the coffee is too strong for you. I put some in, but I couldn’t guess how you liked it. You seem more of a sweet gal~”  winked at the woman again, getting another confused look toward him.

“Thank you… I guess you can’t keep the dust fully out,” she awkwardly laughed at her attempt at a joke, only to cringe at the taste of her coffee. Salvatore held back a laugh, watching her dump a bunch of sugar and cream for her liking as he returned to his steak. Courtney couldn’t see what seasonings or how long he cooked on both sides, but the smell was mouthwatering! Despite her growling stomach, she waited for him to finish cooking his meal in respect. “Everything does look delicious, Vater(Father). I must say.”

He prepares his plate with a small cup of homemade sauce and joins her at the table. “Thank you, it’s called cornetto. There’s honey and some raspberry marmalade that goes just perfectly with it.” The freckled nun clasped her hands together, ready for their mealtime prayer. However, it seemed the priest dug right into his meal. Surprising her to no end, she slowly follows suit, taking a small piece from the edge of the pastry and drizzling the marmalade over it. Without realizing it, she softly moaned at the sweetness dancing on her tongue. The bread was soft with a nice crunch, and the raspberry tasted faint with a different, addicting taste. She didn’t take notice of the other watching her reaction like a hawk until she noticed his plate. Blood leaked and pooled onto the plate from the knife going through the still-raw piece of meat. It's not helping with the sauce being used as red as the inside.

“Wait, Vater(Father), I think you need to cook it more-” Before she can entirely stop him, he takes the piece into his mouth. Chewing and swallowing with no issue at all.

Salvatore placed a hand up to her, knowing she would jump up terrified. “Don’t worry, Cara(Dear). I know it looks strange; however, I’m on a strict diet. Raw meat gets my iron up. Without it, I get dizzy and lightheaded.” Courtney looked unsure of his answer, “Trust me, I’ll let you know when I get sick.”

He quickly eats another piece without issue, making Courtney sit back down without another word. She looks intently at the sauce, even more unable to tell what's inside. "The sauce… Is it some sort of bordelaise? I've never seen this shade…"

Smirking at the more petite woman, "Good eye, it's my own concoction. I'd tell you the ingredients, but it's a secret family recipe." Tearing a smaller piece off with his knife and making sure to dunk it in the sauce, he lifted the fork up to her mouth. "Try a piece. I'll show you it's nothing to worry about."

Sheepishly taking it, the color was unlike anything she used to. Not wanting to seem rude, however, the freckled nun took the piece into her mouth. The flavor she couldn't pinpoint, yet burst with an addictive flavor that made her fall in love. She covered her mouth to hide her chewing and any embarrassing sounds. 

"It's… So strange, yet extremely flavourful… You have so much skill in cooking, Vater."

However, the priest couldn't muster up a response. He could only stare at his now partner, almost as if he was surprised she could have stomached the dish. The other had worry crossed over her features, thinking she offended him, yet just silently ate the rest of the meal in front of her. No one dared say a word; the uncomfortable silence you could almost cut with a knife as just the sounds of utensils scraping against the porcelain plates filled the air. Adding more so to the noticeable glances Courtney felt the priest give her. Like he wanted to say something, anything, but was unable to. Waiting until his eyes were off her, she quietly looked at him, looking for anything to take notice just to have any sort of engagement. Her eyes landed in his hands… He wore gloves like her. It was still summer, and she doubted he needed to just cook. Was he hiding something like her? 

"You must be hot with your gloves on…" she murmured, but he didn't hear her. Or wanted to, as he just got up from his seat to wash his dish, still not taking off his gloves.

"We'll start working around after you finish your breakfast. Just make sure to clean up after you're done."

"R-Right…" 

Cleaning up would put the awkward encounter behind them. Or else the nun thought. 

'It's going to be a long day…"

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The summer light shone throughout the Church. The colorful cathedral glass brought a glorious wall of color to the white and tan of the walls. You can also see the mountains of dust dance in the light as Courtney gently brushed off the altar beside Salvatore. Inspecting the vaulted ceiling, cobwebs littered every corner with spiders of all shapes and sizes. He frowned, seeing brown recluses hide away from the light. 

"Bastardi del cazzo(Fucking bastards)…" the Italian muttered before turning to the woman behind him. "There's a ladder tall enough to get to the sides of the wall in one of the rooms around… We might be screwed right in the middle. What do you think?"

Courtney thought for a moment, seeing his reaction to the little-legged creatures. Her hope of rehoming would slowly not become a reality. "I don't mind taking care of it. How far up does it reach?"

"Almost to the top, but enough to stretch and reach. Don't worry; I'll catch you if you fall off." The statement made her raise her eyebrows, making him soften his response to her. "It's sturdy. It's just to make sure. Many spiders up there are also poisonous if that doesn't scare you away." 

Shaking her head, he runs to retrieve the equipment from wherever it is hidden. By herself, the nun couldn’t help but look around at the tiny insects around. Joining her hands together, she muttered a small prayer for all of them. Just to have a safe journey outside, and that she didn’t cause harm to them until he returned. 

“Praying for your safety?” he asked, setting the heavy wooden tool in place, making her retort.

“For the safety of all the spiders around, they need it more than I do.” Snickering at her, he helped her to ensure she wouldn’t fall on the way up. While rickety, the ladder did its job just fine, bringing her up to the top, making her face first of all the webs around. Taking her time finding the spider in each web, she placed them off to the side to dust away the web. Repeating this practice many times only seemed to worry the Priest below.

"Are you alright up there? We can switch if you're scared!" Salvatore yelled up. 

"I'm fine!" Carefully dusting the web away after ensuring it was empty, she held on tight and showed it was time to slide over. The priest used all his upper body strength to make sure she wouldn't fall, moving to the side. Yet something still worried him with how long she took at each web. 

"Are you sure? You're taking a while."

Staying silent, not wanting to be looked at as strange. Before sighing, "I'm just ensuring the spiders are safe to take outside. You just need to be polite, and they won't come back. They don't deserve to be killed for finding themselves a home."

Looking down, she saw the man roll his eyes. "Right, right. Love all god's creatures and all that merda(Shit)." 

Courtney never heard the ending of his reply before defending herself. "No, not that! I mean… You could say that if you want, but I guess they remind me of myself…" She finds a brown Recluse hiding away and using it to make her point. She raised her hand to show she meant no harm and patiently waited for it to crawl into her hand. "They hide in the shadows and only attack when provoked. They're given a bad name due to evolution and their need to survive in nature…" Courtney placed the spider on her head to destroy his web; it laid in place to the amazement of the priest below. 

"You seem way too confident holding onto that thing… I can see what you mean, but I find it hard to believe people think that of ya."

Courtney couldn't respond back, not wanting to bring up bad memories; all the while, she was looking for more around. Being distracted, she felt something creep up her leg. Something slimy and cold that moved slowly, but wanted her to know it was there. She tried to slap at it, yet her movements were too harsh and made her lose balance. Tipping over felt slow, as if everything was going in slow motion, and she couldn’t grab onto anything to stop her. However, Salvatore acts fast, steadying the ladder and yelling to see if she is okay. She couldn't respond, shaking in fear from the almost near-death experience. Her hand shook, trying to see if her new friend was still on her head, relief washing over her, feeling him still there. Finding grounding herself, the loud voice of the Italian rang in her ears.

“COME DOWN! SORELLA(SISTER), RIGHT NOW!” The tone of his voice terrified her, his golden eyes shining brightly from even how high she was. Every muscle in her body still moved, slowly crawling down from the ladder. 

Closer to the ground, without warning, he bearhugged her down to the ground. Despite being on the floor, he still latched onto her as if she’d leave at any moment, his heart beating right into her ear at a million miles per hour. She squirmed in his arms for a moment until she felt the warmth of his body. It felt… Nice, almost relaxed until he finally separated. Looking deep into her eyes, he almost had a hypnotic feeling as if someone couldn’t look away from him, all he asked.

“Are you okay?”

Courtney gulped, her head moving faster, nodding than her mouth. “Y-Yes… I’m fine.”

His eyes glanced to the top of her head, looking disgusted at the passenger she carried down. “Just get rid of your Compagno(comrade), and we’ll return to it later. I’ll choke to death on this dust soon…” 

Nodding her head following his command, she ran towards the entrance. Putting the eight-legged insect outside, it almost froze and showed its appreciation to her mercy. Spinning in a circle, it ran into the woods behind the church, and all Courtney could do was watch in jealousy at its freedom.

The rest of the cleaning was carried out without another word from both. Courtney could only be lost in thought while mindlessly sweeping the dust out the door; her savior was nearby, fixing broken footrests on the pews closest. She wondered what made her fall earlier. Her mind raced at whatever it could be, ‘A slug? Could one have just fallen from the sky? Oh! No, that wouldn’t make sense!’ All the frustration made her exhale a noticeably large sigh, catching Salvatore’s attention. Thinking of a way to subside the tension, he could only ask her one thing.

“We still don’t know each other well, so tell me. How did a young thing like you get roped into a life of holiness?”

The nun only cringed at his choice of words, “You don’t have to keep calling me that. I shouldn’t be too much younger than you…”

He chuckled, “By four years only, but I’m serious. You don’t have the heir of a holy lady.”

“Neither do you, honestly. You seem more of a model than a priest…” That seemingly stroked his ego, smirking, not realizing she was obviously stating and not flirting.

“Keh! Imagine, I’d put all others to shame!”  he gloated, surprising the other as he continued, “I just grew up around here. It was quite the lively little shindig until our last head priest retired. I just wanted to give back as they did for me; I never thought I would end up by myself here, though.”

“How long has it been?”

Salvatore thought for a moment, “About two years now… cazzo(fuck)… I didn’t think it was that long…” Carrying on his tinkering, Courtney could only look at him in pity, knowing how it felt to be left behind by those around them.

“Has… Has the church really been always kind to you?” She asked, almost feeling seen by him.

“No… But isn’t it all about forgiving sins and all that shit?” Crass, but he has a point. She sighed as she finished sweeping the last bit of dust from the front, taking a break to watch the waves below the setting sun before her. Finishing his project, he stood to see her position in the doorway. “Something tells me that you can’t…”

“Maybe one day… When I’m old and already wasted my life to the lord to know any better,” she continued, leaning her head on the wooden frame. “My mother thinks I’ve been possessed, and maybe I am! …But… No one ever could help me. I’ve been to every priest, clergy, and holy man in Germany, and they could never find anything wrong with me. ‘Exorcisms’ haven’t done anything to help whatsoever ever…”

The Priest could only look on in confusion at her statement, “Exorcisms… Some people still do them? Besides, I doubt they’ll look at you and think that.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised… They’re all con artists; everything would be the same. My mother never caught on, but she knows something is in me…” the nun trails off, her mind screaming at her from the lack of nicotine in her system, but she powers through, not wanting to have her emotions fly out on such a topic. To continue on, she pulled her gloves off, giving a moment to calm herself down before turning towards him. Her hands trembled, feeling his eyes on her from her sudden movement; she quickly revealed her hands to him. His gasp rang out, seeing the dark markings. A long black strip went up her palm around her ring and pointer finger, while a ring around her wrist was ever so slightly hidden. He looked at her as if permission to touch her delicate skin was granted as his fingers grazed her. The skin felt slick and smooth compared to the rest. “I was born with them… Nobody could ever tell me why I was born with them. I have a twin sister she’s the same affliction, yet came later in life… I promised I’d go through whatever so she didn’t have to…”

“And that’s how you ended here? Very noble of you…” Courtney noticed his gaze was on her hands and her body, too. Like he knew the markings traveled across her body, he couldn’t help but look. It made her face heat up, pulling her arms closer as if to cover just a bit of her form. Noticing her discomfort, he shakes himself back to reality. “Sorry, I just… It’s hard not to take an interest. I’ve only encountered this really once before.”

Wait… What?!

Courtney’s eyes widened at his statement, wanting to ramble his ear off at every question she could form, yet she calmed herself down. “Y-You have!”

“Before you get excited, it was in passing.” Oh… Courtney calmed down a bit for him to explain himself, “Rumors were going around demonic entities and their connections to humans like us, but I’ve never seen it myself.” The woman’s heart sank hearing his lack of knowledge. She couldn’t believe her travels were all for nothing.

He continues, “Don’t worry, your little head, I’ve heard there was a cure… Not an easy one… I’ll do what it takes to help you. Even if we can’t, you can always stay here with me so you’re crazy mama doesn’t bother us.”

Her head lifted, almost as if she didn’t believe his words. She whispers, “Let’s wait for that…But thank you… Genuinely…” Giving a sincere smile back at her, he ruffled her hair.

“Let’s finish up for today. I believe it should be time to eat now…”

Her face flushed, and she moved her head away as she had already begun her pace for the kitchen, “R-Right, let us…”

The nun couldn’t see the smirk he gave while watching her walk away.

The savory smell of the steak on the stove and the grilled bottarga filled Courtney’s senses, watching the priest cook. She had offered her services, only to be turned down in favor of slicing smaller items for when he needed them. She couldn’t understand why he was making the same meal as before. Watching him insert the ingredients for his sauce, she noticed he hid everything away from her. Possibly to keep his ‘family secret recipe.’

“You’re making your steak again?” the nun questioned while watching him start to whisk away.

Focusing primarily on the bowl, he tries to answer quickly. “It’s the only thing I can stomach anymore. No matter the food I make, I just hurl it back up,” Salvatore dipped his finger to taste. “Merda(Shit)! The hell am I missing?!” 

She sneaks behind him, tasting also before he can stop her. It was a strange flavor without this mystery ingredient. Looking around his collection, she felt a solid connection to the bottle of something red in front of them. Carefully grabbing it, she handed it to the man before her.

“Is it this?”

The Priest froze in place seeing what was in her hand. He muttered a thank you while eyeballing how much he needed. Noticing the steak was getting darker on one side, she flipped it for him as he shook the pasta pan. Watching the steak, her stomach started to growl embarrassingly loud. The smell was so close to her that she could feel her mouth water. ‘Oh, verdammt(damn)! How does he prepare these? They’re almost addictive!’

“You don’t have to go through so much trouble making a separate meal for me…” 

Setting the sauce off the side, he focuses purely on her pasta to not ruin it. “It’s none at all. It’s been a while since I could make anything besides my steaks. It feels very freeing in a way.”

“Still… I don’t wish to not pull my weight… Yet, only if it’s permitted. Would you perhaps be able to make me one of your steaks the same as you do?”  She shyly asked. 

The room became deathly silent. Seeing the gears turn in the Italian’s head, she tried to retract her statement if it made him uncomfortable. Nothing could have expected the answer.

“Maybe one day, you need a tolerance with it being so raw… I’ll give you an extra piece if you want tonight.” 

Her eyes lit up in glee as she frantically nodded her head. “O-Okay! That’s fine with me!”

His hand came up to pet her head again, pulling away quickly to finish plating their meals. Tilted his head to non-verbally say it was time to eat, making her follow him to the table. The nun watched the other forget to start the mealtime prayer again, thinking how strange it was that he chose not to do it. Taking a bite of her pasta, the bottarga being so perfectly cooked with the spaghettoni, she couldn’t help but shovel it down quickly. Salvatore chuckled at her reaction, enjoying watching her savor every bite.

“I take it to your liking?” She couldn’t talk with her mouth so full, nodding her head happily as she almost choked on her food. He patted her back to help her cough. “Woah, woah, easy now. Don’t get too excited now. There’s more to come.”

Tearing off two pieces of steak with his gloved hands, he drenched the pieces in the deep red sauce and brought the pieces up to her mouth. The woman looked at him strangely but took them without question. Before she could bite the edge, he pushed the meat into her mouth. She made a noise of surprise when his fingers accidentally reached inside. Tasting the sauce on her gloves, she couldn’t stop herself sucking the tangy liquid off. He exhales harshly from her impulsive actions, staring her down with an expression she couldn’t pinpoint. Biting his bottom lip, he pulls himself away as if he had broken out of a stupor. 

The ravenette returned back to his food. Devouring it with such gusto and speed, she almost expected him to choke like herself. In 5 seconds, his plate was cleared and put away. In another, he was gone from the kitchen with only the soft “Good night” to say when parting ways. Silence rang out around her, not expecting his sudden departure but feeling guilty for making him uncomfortable. She picked and prodded at her dinner before finishing the rest. Muttering to herself a short and straightforward.

“Gute Nacht(Good night)…”

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Nothing but the sounds of nearby crickets rang their song from the trees nearby as Courtney lay in her room. The light breeze blew through her open window as she stared into the night sky. She tried to fall asleep yet found herself unable to stop thinking. Thinking of the Italian man in the room next to hers.

He was such a strange person, let alone a priest. It could have been up to his age and lack of company over the years, but… She couldn’t help but think something was off. He had an ego, from what she heard, and was indefinitely crass. His appearance was the same, standing by the fact he should have been a model or actor. He certainly has the personality to be one. Confident and willed solid… 

The nun shook her head to stop thinking of him, trying to focus on anything else to little avail. She thought back to when he held her body from the ladder. His warm body against hers, feeling his strong physic against her smaller one. Even the way he simply looked at her as if the next moment she would disappear made something stir within her chest. Was it…Love? 

Romantic relationships weren’t anything she was familiar with, only seeing happy couples walking into service hand in hand, pleading their allegiance to their god. Her mother absolutely refused any notion of herself being in one, claiming she’d live a life of sin and misery even being looked at by another. If only she could see her now. The nun would be pulled out of this church, begging and screaming to stay with the one person who truly cared for her. Not just any person; a handsome man who could protect her!

‘Courtney, calm down!’ she yelled internally, pulling the blanket over her body. ‘It’s not as if you could pursue him… Stop thinking about such things!’  Sighing to herself, she closed her eyes to slip into unconsciousness. Ignoring all the twists and turns her mind traveled to, the priest seemed to be living inside her brain to little avail. 

She couldn’t even tell she had fallen asleep as the man appeared in her dream also. All he did was sit next to her on the bed, with that damn grin he was always sporting, not saying anything. Her own voice was unable to come out as she struggled to just say his name. He leaned down to her laying figure, his lips so dangerously close to hers. She moved to welcome him closer, her arms wrapping around his neck. If this was a dream, she would soak it up as much as possible! 

Without warning, the dream Priest kissed her passionately. His hands held onto her head to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere beneath him. While her motions are less experienced, she tries hard to remember her previous dream in aiding her through sloppily. A throaty chuckle could be heard from him while traveling his hands across her body. His gloved hands used his firm grip, squeezing from her chest to her waist for her to let out a little sound as if she were a squeeze toy. The noise stuck in her throat couldn’t escape. Instead, she gripped the back of his black cassock to signify her approval of his touch. Every nerve in her body screamed and yearned for him; if he separated, she would surely die. His lips only left her own, yet his grip stayed right in place. Dipping to her ear, he murmured something she couldn’t make out. Instead, she felt only the hot breath in her lust-filled state. 

Carefully turning the blonde's head to the side, he kissed her pale neck ever so lightly, which made her shudder. The words were on the tip of her tongue, just wanting to breathe out his name, only coming out in small whimpers. His lips soon latched on like a leech, sucking and licking the skin in front of him like a man starved. A light red mark quickly formed on her skin without her knowledge. She couldn't care at the moment. The only thing to bring her back to reality was that chuckle he gave out. 

It sounded so familiar, yet she couldn't remember where she recalled it. She tried to get Salvatore’s attention. She got in return a soft bite on her neck, making the room spin around her. Every limb in her body went limp, and she was unable to keep her eyes open. Before long, a flash of light startled her awake as the morning sun rose from her window. 

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Despite the strange dreams and heavy work, two months had passed since the blonde nun's arrival. They had managed to not only clean up and fix the church they call home but also made it even better, as Salvatore recalled in the past. While thoughts of opening to the public were tossed around. They figured their best course of action was to find the origins of her markings in case of any judgment from civilians. Courtney was extremely thankful, especially for continuing to be alone with her new companion. However, it didn't help any of the dreams she was having either. 

After her second dream, while the priest no longer made his appearance, the creature from her first night did. Not that the priest didn't add fuel to the fire. No matter how many prayers before bed, she reminded herself of her commandments. She only thought of him and him alone. Her mind felt corrupted as she felt almost obsessed with her tall, handsome companion. 

Every time he was near, every cohesive thought was turned to mush when he praised her abilities or teased her for her nativity. Simple touches linger on her pale skin all day, making her hot and bothered. One holy man shouldn't have this much power over her! It wasn't as if they could further their relationship, knowing how immoral it would be to their whole practice, even if it already felt like it had gone past it. The priest had started to call her instead of her title Italian pet names she slowly picked up on, even making her his famous steaks she had come to crave nowadays. It was all so much, so fast. She didn't know how to handle how sinful her dreams were becoming. It wasn't as if she could ask for help from the person causing them. Judgment wasn't the issue; more embarrassment. What if he reciprocated her feelings? She wouldn't know how to handle herself… Or go back home. 

However, that day seemed to progress from days of trial and error to "cure" the young women. They started small with blessings and prayers to slowly work up the more brutal stuff to little result. However, one day was almost her breaking point. 

The day was young to save daylight in the cathedral. The light beamed down on both from the colorful stained glass window above. Courtney was on her knees praying in front of Salvatore, who continued his way through the blessing. The words were nothing she hadn't heard before, yet with the aid of his deep voice, made all the more bearable. The hand on her head, after a while, started to burn, making her try to calm herself down. 

She glanced up at the priest for only a moment, but the sight of him only took her breath away. The sunlight made him almost glow like an angel or, more fitting, God coming down from heaven. She could only stare in awe at him, her big doe eyes not leaving his face as he felt her movement. He doesn't stop the blessing, seeing her barely pay attention. Instead, he smirked at her, moving his hands down to cup her face to continue looking at him. 

"The Lord be with you…" 

Too distracted by the man in front of her, she hesitated momentarily. Her response becomes muttered and clumsy, "... And also with you…"

That damned smirk doesn't leave his face; instead gets wider placing his hand back to the top of her skull. "May Almighty God bless you… The Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit."

"Amen…"

A moment of silence passed, waiting for anything to happen between them… Nothing did, sadly. Looking down at Courtney’s hands, those damned black markings are still there mocking her. She sighed to herself as she got up. 

"What a shame…" the ravenette said, "There goes another off the list." She could only nod in response, disappointment written all over her face. "Don't beat yourself up; we'll try again soon. Maybe we need to do one where you can keep your eyes off me. If you can~"

His words shook her to her core, instantly getting her attention and turning her face red. "R-Right! Y-y-yes Vater(Vater). I'm sorry!" She moved slightly to hide herself, not well enough, as he pulled her chin to face him. 

"Don't apologize to me. I'm just trying to help you. You're such a brava ragazza. We'll find your cure soon." His face was so close to hers. The slightest movement could connect the two by the lips, but he continued in a low voice. "Maybe one where I could see you below me again, looking up with those big beautiful eyes you have~." The nun's heart stopped as her chest. She couldn't believe his words, even if they were the ones she dreamed of hearing. Everything was moving so fast. She felt the room spin as he never relinquished his grip on her. 

Without warning, she screamed, "I NEED TO USE THE RESTROOM! NO MORE TODAY!" In the next second, she scrambled out of his grip to the upper level of the building. She couldn't hear the chuckle he gave out as she raced to the bathroom and locked the door. 

Her heart couldn't stop racing, now alone. Her body felt hot and now bothered as she could still feel the Italian’s touch lingering. Pacing the bathroom, she tried to get her kind out of the gutter. Nothing but sinful thoughts implanted in her brain as she splashed cold water on her face to little effect. 

"Stop it, stop it! What is wrong with you?!" She talked to herself in the reflection of the mirror. "You're a holy woman, aren't you? You can't throw yourself at him!"

Looking back at herself, she couldn't help but wonder… Was she? She'd never fit in in an actual church, and those she'd been with had only treated her like she was garbage underneath them. Being good all her life had gotten her nowhere but to be a floor mat to those in higher power. Salvatore was different in more ways than one, but she saw her as not only equal but as if she was the only woman on Earth. Not helping the heat she felt in her lower regions, she moaned to herself. "Maybe a shower could help…"

Putting the water on the coldest setting it could produce, she stripped her clothes away to get in. It gave her a jolt awake as goosebumps littered her skin. She let the water wash over her, helping control her lust slightly. She continued with her standard shower procedure, wanting to get in and out without another thought. Even scrubbing her body raw still had her body sensitive to any touch, making her get out and leave the room to not think. Slowly walking back to her room with all but her robe, she made sure the priest wasn't around to B-line to her room. Figuring a nap would help her current predicament, she lay in bed silently, praying the discomfort would slowly disappear when she awoke.   

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Flashes of light filled her dream so fast she couldn’t keep up like normal. All she could remember was the sickly sweet smell that filled the room as she felt her clothed pussy being stroked and massaged by what she could only assume was her regular dream friend. He was only a distant dream, unable to touch or see him but feeling everything he was doing. She couldn’t breathe, handling all the touches littering her skin and lower regions in a good and bad way. She found herself waking up, gasping for air like someone was choking her.

It was still the middle of the night, with darkness filling her senses. Groaning to herself, Courtney wanted to scream at her lack of climax. Damn, her awful luck and timing! Could she ever get a break sexually?! She cringed, feeling the aftermath of her dream from her undergarments on the bed. Feeling dirty and unclean, she got up to change and forget the whole day away. 

However, something stopped her in place. Looking around, she couldn’t tell what time it could be, yet she knew the sun wouldn’t be up for hours. Neither would Salvatore, for that matter. Crawling underneath the dresser, she pulled out a secret box stashed away.  Opening revealed her old pack of cigarettes and her lighter she couldn’t have the heart to throw away. Grabbing each, she sneaked to the open window to blow the smoke and smell out. Lighting up the nicotine stick, she breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the chemicals do their work in calming her nerves. She felt terrible going behind his back, but after his stunt earlier, it wasn’t as if he was the pinnacle of purity. 

“Honestly, what’s with him…” breathing out a cloud of purple smoke, hoping the smell doesn’t creep into Salvatore’s room. “That stupid handsome bastard… He knows what he’s doing…” She couldn’t help but think of all the times he had made her brain to mush. All from his ‘innocent’ actions that he swears no harm by; however, his face said another story. “I swear… At this point, who needs him…” masturbation was a sin that she remembered intensely… Yet it didn’t sound like a bad idea at this moment. She wouldn’t have the courage to even consider a relationship between them, and it wasn’t as if she could knock on the door and just ask to sleep with him. How ludicrous would that be? The idea still stuck within her mind as she felt the need worm its way back into her head. Her loins craved just the slightest bit of attention.

“I-I should…” she muttered under her breath. The shame slowly crept into her self-consciousness, but she needed to escape this curse. One time wouldn’t hurt anymore…right? Putting out her cigarette, she threw everything back into the box and slid it back to its hidden spot. She soon closed the window and made sure the door was completely shut. Cursing at the lack of locks, she rolled up one of her blankets underneath the door. No sounds or movements were made from the room next to her. The walls were so thin even a simple sneeze could be heard, making Courtney quietly inch to her bed. 

Laying on her back, she tried to recall her dream with little success. Her hands shakily slid down her body. Feeling how her nipples had hardened under the dress of her nightgown, just a slight brush almost made her whimper out in sensitivity. Reaching down to her panties, she could still feel them wet from her dream while trying to remember how the creature touched her in her dream. Stroking her clit through her undergarments instantly made her hand cover her mouth to cover her sounds. Pleasure ran through her veins, continuing her movements. Clumser than the "experienced" creature, yet soon finding a rhythm she could get comfortable with. Her hips bucked in the air as shock waves went through her spine. Puffs of air exhaled her mouth just to let out the simplest of sounds. Wishing, more like begging, for her muscular holy man to be with her. Wanting nothing more than to scream his name and join her in bliss. Before long, a loud whine slipped through the cracks, one she couldn't control as she chased that high she desperately wished for. It came so close, yet so far away, as she stopped in place from a loud SLAM! The sound of a man choking out made her blood run cold as she slowly turned to face him. 

Of course. 

Of course, her luck would have those golden eyes widen in shock, running into his nun with her hands between her thighs. Her body trembled, covering herself, tears forming in her eyes in embarrassment as he just continued to stare at her. She couldn't read his expression; he looked way too happy to catch her in the act. One she got extremely overwhelmed at. She ran to him, throwing herself below him with tears flowing from her eyes to not have him mad at her. 

"Va-Va-...*sniffle* …Oh, I'm sorry, Vater(Father)! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean… I didn't mean to…" She couldn't stop herself from sobbing, grabbing onto his legs so he couldn't see her pitiful face. It didn't improve; he still had not spoken a word. Just looked down at her grovel for forgiveness like he was her final judgment. 

His deep voice soon cut the silence, "Do you wish to be forgiven?" Pause for effect, "Or to be pure again?"

"Both! Please, both, I disgraced our holy building, Vater(Father) Salvatore!" The priest's body visibly shuddered, hearing his name called by her soft voice. Offering his hand like he was out of a stained glass window, she couldn't help but take in hope of his help. When her hand touched him, his grip turned harsh, pulling her out of her room and down to the cathedral below. 

Pushing her to the podium, detaching momentarily to light the candles around for just the smallest amount of light. Nobody could say a word to each other, one out of fear, the other to cause that fear. Once the final candle was lit, he joined where she was standing, positioning himself behind her as they faced the imaginary crowd in the pews. 

“There’s only one way to save yourself from the damnation you have gotten yourself into. Start with the Lord’s prayer, then we’ll continue on.” 

Calming herself down while she felt his warm body behind him, she knew she couldn’t disappoint him now. It was all a test, one she knew she would inevitably fail due to him. Courtesy clasped her hands together, reciting the prayer she knew by heart until she felt hands roam her clothed body. Her voice got weaker, unable to think clearly, with her need still clouding her judgment.

“Don’t stop, cara mia. This is what temptation and sin feel like. To be rid of it fully, you must face it head-on and persevere. You don’t want to be a sinner now, do you?”

“N-No…”

“Then continue on as if I’m not here,” he emphasized his command with a loud and rather harsh slap on her ass. The blonde sharply inhaled at the contact, pain settling in yet quickly turned into pleasure the next moment. Stumbling through the rest of the prayer, she felt the leather of his gloves ghosted her skin. Dragging hands down her torso to her thighs, growing incredibly close to her more intimate area by each second. Her words got faster, less coherent as she felt his fingers crawl underneath the waistband of her undergarments. Pulling her bottoms down so slowly and teasingly, he placed his head onto hers to whisper down. “Tell me, my poor, poor dolce ragazza(sweet girl)… Why have you regressed to disgracing this holy building with your actions?”  

Dropping the small piece of clothing to the ground, she whimpered out, feeling his hands creep back up her legs. “I-I… I’ve just been having some strange dreams lately…”

“Hmmm..?~ You have to be more specific than that…”

Her breath gets deeper and deeper as his thumb rest ever so softly on her clit, “Hmmm..! O-Once of you!” hands fly to cover her freckled face from such embarrassment, “B-But recently it’s been… This creature…”

Salvatore raised an eyebrow toward her statement, “A creature, and he’s been acting sexual towards you?”

“Y-yes…”

A loud ‘Tch’ made everything silent around them. “Oh, Amore(Love)…” he shook his head in disappointment, “You’ve brought an incubus into your mind… I can’t believe you would fall for it. You’re smarter than that.”

Her tears fill her eyes as she hears those words leave his mouth. The thought of disappointing him just filled her heart with grief. The way he had such a hold on him, she couldn't handle it. Holding back crying with minor sniffles, Salvatore sighed.

“Stupida ragazza(Stupid Girl)… Ti amo così tanto, eppure puoi essere così difficile(I love you so much, yet you can be so difficult),” his fingers glidded against her slit. Slowly lubing the leather enough to insert his finger inside her hole. Her legs almost give out, making him catch and hold her up, maneuvering her hands to grip onto the podium below. His pace starts slow, having her get used to the feeling while also making sure to give her a first-hand experience of sinful desire. And experience she did, biting her tongue to not make anything come out. Failing as soon as she felt a second, then a third being added alongside. “Lascia uscire tutti i suoni sporchi, amore. Per favore? Per me(Let out all the dirty sounds, love. Please? For me)…” he murmured into her ear; her body couldn’t refuse even if she couldn’t understand him fully. Her moans bounced off the stone walls as something inside her grew tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hand. 

“V-Vater(Father)!~” 

“Amore, we’re passed our holy names. You know what to call me.” Slowly, the string inside her was about to bust, her words being unable to comprehend as she chased her finish. 

She breathed out slowly, trying to sound out the letters before finally screaming, “S-S-Salvato-RE! NO!” The pleasure was robbed from her body as he took his hand out of her so suddenly. Tears streamed down her face as her knees shook, looking back at him, “Nononono! S-Salvatore, please no. Not again, I-I can’t take being teased like this.”

The Italian gazed at the German with a lot one would give to a pet, licking his gloves clean of her slick. His now glowing eyes never leave hers as he threads his digits through her hair. Slowly, he held her steady as he took her near the holy water fountain. He placed his pointer and middle finger over her sternum, forehead, and shoulders to represent the cross. 

“In the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Father, God of mercy, through these waters of baptism, you have filled us with new life as your very own children. From all who are baptized in water and the Holy Spirit, you have formed one people, united in your Son, Jesus Christ.”  Without warning, he forced her head into the water as if performing a baptism. He watched the woman underneath struggle and thrash in surprise. Only to be blocked by his strength and physic as pushing back, only resorting to her ass pressed against his bulge. Only waiting until her air bubbles got less frantic that he pulled her up.  Coughing and gasping for air was cut short for the nun as she was robbed again by his lips onto hers. She grabbed onto his black robes for support, black spots littering her vision as she just wished for air. Feeling his forked (Wait, forked..?) tongue slittered the roof of her mouth before pulling away. 

Deciding to give her a break, he picked up as if she were a princess in a fairy tale to the crossing of the church as she gasped for air. He gently placed her down right in the center, slowly disrobing the last piece of clothing on her body. Throwing it to a random corner of the church to be lost in time, he could help but scan over her naked body. It was an image he could have only dreamed about until now, the black marks traveling down and across her body like tattoos. His fingers traced each line down to her public bone as he chuckled to himself as she was still being aroused.

“Cattiva ragazza(Naughty girl). You’ve undoubtedly surprised me at every corner, but oh, how I love it~” His hands squeezed her breasts, wanting to hear her whimper. “Even filthy sinners like you make me have a soft spot, lookie there.”

“I-I’m… I’m no more than you…” Courtney sniffled out, making him wipe the tears out of her eyes.

“You might be right,” he paused to hover over her face, “But if I am, I’m glad to take you down with me~ Lemme hear you say you need me? Come one, I know you want to. If you do, I’ll take all this awful pressure away.” 

Salvatore waited for her response, ready to play this game of chicken to get her to say what he wanted. Courtney, however, felt as if her body was on fire from his kiss, every cell craving his touch yet not giving into his game. She couldn’t lose herself like she thought she could. Yet, he made it so difficult. The look he was giving her was more attractive than anything he could ever say, his eyes almost hypnotizing her into giving him what he wanted.

“...Please…”

“Hmm? Please, what, Amore(Love)? I can’t think of anything you would need?” Oh, damn, his infernal teasing!

Swallowing her pride, she whimpered out to him. “P-Please, Salvatore. Please, I need you. I-I can’t take being sinful anymore. It’s too much!”

Salvatore’s ego boasts hoisted him up in a sitting position. She prayed he wasn’t going to leave. He makes quick work of unbuttoning the cassock yet never removing it. Letting his muscular chest and abs be viewed and logged by the nun below him, who could only watch silently. In a quick flash, she could see black on his skin before she could question whether he was already making work of his belt and pants. Pulling them down, yet not taking them off to pull out his gigantic member from its confines. The size terrified her to no end, never knowing man’s length could even get to that size. Noticing her discomfort, he softly petted her head to calm her down.

“Don’t worry, your little head, it will…”

Moving down to her waist, she only watched him prepare them for their upcoming actions. Sliding his dick against her slit, he watched her muted reactions feeling him brush up against that one spot that made her eyes roll in the back of her skull. Slowly, he inserts himself into her tight opening, stuffing as much as he into her without hurting her. Yet, he did little to help as he kissed the tears that left her eyes away. Her nails dug into her back from the intense pain to distract herself as her partner whispered sweet nothings into her ear. He slowly pulled out to hear the most beautiful sound he could ever hear. A moan that sounded so different from the ones he heard earlier, vulgar but still sweet enough to sound like heaven. He couldn’t control himself from thrusting into her tight core just to listen to those sweet sounds leave her again. Pleasure radiates at this new feeling throughout her body to replace the pain of adjusting to his girth.

“You moan exactly like a slut in heat. Surely you couldn't hide that from me, huh?" He mocked, watching the more petite girl try and control her volume yet unable to. No doubt, someone from the town above could hear them with each movement rubbing against her walls just right. "Cazzo(Fuck)! See, I told you, you have a voice. Now keep using it while I fuck your brains out.”

Taking pity on her previous luck of climax, he pushed her legs up to her chest while speeding up the pack of his thrusts. Water continuously streamed down her face from the return of the pressure of release, making itself known from where he had left off before. Her tears only seem to turn him on more as he grumbles and pants above her from the sensation of her walls squeezing against him. Given her sensitivity, she found that tight string back growing with her abdomen forming so quick and so fast. Short nails pushed into his back as she couldn’t take anymore, just that sweet release. 

“S-Sal-AH!” her words cut out as each trust distracted her momentarily. He knew what she wanted, his pace never faulting, even when he felt her walls trying to milk him for all he was worth. Her thighs strained and twitched as that white bliss of pleasure finally washed over after so, so long. Helping to draw it out, he left her body only momentarily only to flip her over on her stomach. The cold stone floors made her skin freeze compared to the heat of the air around them. She tried to pick herself up with her arms failing miserably, needing his grip for help. 

“You got what you need,” whispers, oh so close to ear as his body folded over her more frame. “Now is it time for what I need~.”

He slowly inserted himself back in her, holding her head back from her neck to watch her expression as, inch by inch, made its way in. Overstimulation reared its ugly head as his pace could only be described as sloppier than before. He chased his own climax, not caring how rough or harsh his grip was, feeling as if she’d break in half. All feelings that hurt so wonderfully, whining out for the world to hear in her own mother tongue. 

“Zu viel! Ich kann es nicht ertragen(Too much! I can not stand it)!” she cried out, feeling his fingers slowly make their way to her clit. Softly rubbing the small bud to increase her volume, loving the sweet words coming out of her mouth.

“Dann nicht, lass los(Then don’t, let go).” the priest muttered softly, her language sounding so strange with his accent but so attractive simultaneously. Her body went limp, falling to the ground, soaking up all the pleasure the other could give, feeling his end rearing its head. A slight growl could be heard above, growing louder and more profound with each moment passing. She couldn’t look up, feeling his hand keeping her head on the ground, but something was off. Each thrust grew roughing and more aggressive with each movement. Something rang out in the air, something that couldn’t have sounded human but couldn’t come from anywhere else. She could hear the gloves' leather being ripped as something sharp poked her skin at the edge of each finger. Her heart’s beat picked up in place at the sudden tonal shift, and she tried to look around anywhere to get a good vision of the man at the top of her. Out of the corner of her eye, in the reflection of the candle's light, she could have sworn it was the outline of her dream friend… Her dream friend, wait… Cutting short her thoughts, she felt the grip on her waist tighten, making blood trickle from the pinpricks of sharp nails she could only guess. That terrifying growl rang out again as he pressed himself against her ass. His climax filled her almost entirely, and she felt the warm, sticky feeling leak down her thighs. The only sound that filled the air was panting from both. Salvatore calmed down from his release, Courtney from her terror, feeling the sharp nails retract to his standard grip. Something was wrong. She felt it in her soul while trying to escape the hold of his hand on her. 

Almost in an instant, a sharp, fiery pain spreads to her back. A loud scream rang out as she curled up, unable to do anything as it seemed never-ending. The man above her pulled out of her core, holding her tightly in his arms as he coached her through this agonizing pain. “It’s part of forgiveness, Amore(Amore). You can do it; it doesn’t last long. Oh, you’re so close.” She was unable to see, but for her companion, his grin couldn’t be contained. Black marks inked her skin more as his brand formed on her upper back. He traced them as they finished developing, happy his little companion was now entirely his. He could hear her crying below from the pain, making him rub her head to comfort her.

“You did so well. God is very proud of you, Sorella(Sister)~.” his dark chuckle filled her brain as her mind spun around. Looking up, towering over her, was a statue of the Virgin Mary, seemingly looking down at the nun in disapproval. Every picture around her has the same expression as her vision, which starts to spin from exhaustion and slow-building guilt. She disappointed the Lord. She knows it. She fell right into the demon’s trap, though she barely knew how deep of trouble she was really in. Courtney could only hug the man behind her. Praying this was still in her dream.

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Farther away, someone felt a surge of demonic energy coming from somewhere nearby. A tanned man stopped in his place on the same street where a particular nun found out about her new forever home. He had finally found who he was looking for. Surprised that it took so long to see the arrogant incubus take a human in to feast on their energy, he followed the source. Making his way through the cave, now that his power to keep him out was temporarily distracted. He stared through the church windows, seeing two people each other in their arms post-coitus. The blonde woman caught his eye momentarily as they moved to the man. His long black hair was messy and falling down his face to hide his glee. 

Oh yes, he had found him. Now it’s time to take him home with his cute little nun.

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Kerrang! - December, 1991

Credits to Louise Belle and Queencuttings.com

IT’S ONLY ROCK’N’OPERA (BUT THEY LIKE IT)

IT’S ONLY ROCK’N’OPERA (BUT THEY LIKE IT)

In memory of FREDDIE MERCURY, a double-A sided QUEEN single was released last week, featuring ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ and ‘These Are The Days Of Our Lives’. It will, barring miracles, be the 1991 Kerristmas Number One. By way of a premature celebration, PAUL ELLIOTT conducted this straw poll of memories from just some of those who will buy the single and mourn his passing...

WRITTEN BY Mercury, Bohemian Rhapsody is Freddie and Queen’s greatest hit. It was originally released in 1975 and went to Number One, where it stayed for nine weeks. Beginning and ending with Mercury alone at a piano, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ includes both operatic and Heavy Metal passages. Its reissue is a fitting tribute to one of rock’s greatest singers and showmen. Here, the Metal community remembers...

ROB HALFORD (JUDAS PRIEST)

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ brought Queen recognition and critical acclaim on a world level. The ability to put together so many diverse musical forms into one song was a first. The video itself was seen as a unique way in which to present music, and to many people it represented the beginning of the music video era.

“Freddie Mercury will be remembered as the consummate frontman on stage and on record. To me, he was a musical genius who constantly explored every area of contemporary popular music from rock to blues through jazz to opera and beyond Freddie and the rest of the band proved a constant source of exciting inspiration to millions of fans and fellow musicians around the world.

“I for one eagerly anticipated every new Queen release, I was never disappointed and always thrilled with the new songs. I never had the pleasure or the privilege of meeting Freddie, but like millions of Queen fans, he made me feel close to him through the music.

“I was deeply saddened when he passed away and I shall miss him greatly. Thank God his music will shine and live forever. One way or another. I love everything Queen have recorded. Their adventures into all styles of music taught me to explore every area of musical form and not remain blinkered or one-dimensional. For that and everything else Freddie and the rest of Queen have given me, I gratefully thank them.”

OZZY OSBOURNE

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ is a timeless classic. It will sound as good in many years to come as it does now. Queen had an individual sound that no one else could ever duplicate.”

Favourite Queen album: ‘Sheer Heart Attack’

Favourite songs: ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, ‘We Are The Champions’

BRIAN WHEAT (TESLA)

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ was one of the first truly long songs to be a hit. It wasn’t a contrived pop hit like so many others of that time. An uncompromising, brilliant piece. Freddie’s voice and flamboyance made him and the group unique. There will never be another voice like his. He had a passion for what he did. Queen took over where the Beatles left off in exploring new areas of music.”

Favourite Queen albums: ‘Jazz’, ‘Innuendo’, ‘Sheer Heart Attack’

Favourite songs: ‘Tie Your Mother Down’, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, ‘Somebody to Love’, ‘Headlong’, ‘Innuendo’

WOLFSBANE (All four in perfect, multi-tracked harmony)

“BESIDES BEING incredibly long, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ is the most over-the-top single ever to make Number One. Queen had a great sense of humour, even down to the band’s outrageous name. They were the one band that proved that great art can overwhelm even the most small-minded and prejudiced bigot.”

Favourite Queen album: ‘A Day At The Races’

Favourite Queen songs: ‘We Are The Champions’, ‘Now I’m Here’, ‘Is This The World We Created?’, ‘Under Pressure’… ‘and everything that wasn’t crap.’

LUKE MORLEY (THUNDER)

“AS A piece of music ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ was totally innovative(?). No one had ever fused opera with rock before and above all that, it was a (…) (…) (…) Queen were like Led Zeppelin in that they could take any form or different musical style and stamp their own authority on it, so you always knew it was Queen no matter what they did.”

Favourite Queen albums: ‘Sheer Heart Attack’

Favourite songs: ‘Killer Queen’, ‘Another One Bites The Dust’

DANNY BOWES (THUNDER)

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ was a landmark in rock music. There was nothing like it before nor(?) since. It’s a classic in every sense of the word. Freddie Mercury WAS(?) Queen as far as I’m concerned. People go on about Brian May’s guitar sound, but I’ve always hated it! Sorry Brian, but for me, it was always Fred! It’s a sad loss.”

Favourite Queen songs: ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’, ‘Bicycle Race’, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’

HARRY (THUNDER)

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ is a unique record(?), one in a million. One minute you’re in the opera and the next you’re at Hammersmith listening to Queen as a rock band. Queen had everything.”

Favourite Queen albums: ‘Sheer Heart Attack’

Favourite song: ‘Tie Your Mother Down’

SNAKE (THUNDER)

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ is simply a classic. Freddie Mercury was top of the league as far as frontmen go and a larger than life personality. I’ll remember Queen most for stealing the show at Live Aid.”

Favourite Queen album: ‘Sheer Heart Attack’

Favourite song: ‘Killer Queen’

GUNNAR NELSON (NELSON)

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ was the (…) of Freddie Mercury — a bold, ‘I don’t give a f**k what people will think’ expression that, fortunately for us materialised in a song that we can (…) in and enjoy forever.

“When you hear the song, pictures instantly form in your mind of a tat(?) lady in pigtails singing her guts out and a romantic tragedy (?) unleashing(?) before your eyes (…) (…).

“I spoke to Uncle Roy (Thomas Baker) about the recording of the song and he said it was not composed(?) and recorded(?) quickly like most Queen songs. Rather, Freddie would come into the studio over a three month period of time with completely new sections and layers to add to the basic tracks. Roy knew(?) better than to edit this creative (…) so he continued adding parts as fast as Freddie was coming up with them. That’s why the finished work was so damn long — and so f**king brilliant!”

Favourite Queen albums: ‘A Day At The Races’, ‘A Night At The Opera’, ‘News Of The World’

Favourite song: ‘Somebody To Love’

SEAN HARRIS (DIAMOND HEAD)

“I CAN still remember the first time I heard ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ on Radio One, I thought it was brilliant. Freddie Mercury was just a star. If he’d been a hairdresser he’d still have been a star. He had a great voice and was the best front man of all time.

“Queen never got the recognition they deserved. A lot more bands could do with being influenced by them.”

Favourite Queen album: ‘Greatest Hits’

Favourite song: ‘Now I’m Here’

BRIAN TATLER (DIAMOND HEAD)

“I WAS at school when ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ was released, and everybody was talking about it. I particularly liked the bit in the video when the heavy end section came in with flash bombs! I watched it every week on ‘Top Of The Pops’ Incredible single!”

Favourite Queen album: ‘Sheer Heart Attack’

Favourite song: ‘Now I’m Here’

JIZZY PEARL (LOVE/HATE)

“I WAS a big Queen fan in school and considered ‘Bohemin Rhapsody’ one of the first (…) pieces of music I’d ever heard. Freddie Mercury had a unique voice, I’ll remember Queen for their live shows.”

Favourite Queen album: ‘News Of The World’

NIGEL MOGG (QUIRE BOYS)

“THE BEST thing about ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ isthe ‘Gallileo!’s... brilliant! I’ll remember Queen for their tight trousers! They were the first band I ever saw at the Ally Pally in 1979. My mum used to work there.

“I remember seeing Freddie Mercury wearing a big cloak and playing keyboards at the soundcheck. I saw Queen before I even saw UFO!”

Favourite Quean albums: ‘Sheer Heart Attack’, ‘A Night At The Opera’

PETE WAY (UFO)

“WHEN I first heard ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ I didn’t like the opera part. Still don’t as it happens, but I really like the hard rock bit and the dynamics. It kinda reminded me of some of the stuff we were trying to do…

“I’ve been watching some of the videos lately and it’s made me realise just how good a band they were…”

Favourite Queen album: ‘Sheer Heart Attack’

Favourite song: ‘Now I’m Here’

ERIC ADAMS (MANOWAR)

“BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY was the first rock song of its kind, a technical and artistic landmark. A technical achievement by virtue of the recording technique. Queen were able to combine incredibly intricate, beautiful and powerful vocals with rock music that was equally powerful’

Favourite Queen albums: ‘Queen I’ and ‘Queen II’

CHRIS McLAUGHLIN (LOUD)

“EVEN AFTER hearing ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ hundreds of times, I will always maintain that it is a supreme work of art. Undeniable! All the members of Queen are brilliant songwriters. Freddie was probably the most magnanimous performer ever. Only Elvis is on a par with him. Lovely guy!”

Favourite Queen albums: “Everything!”

STUMPY (THE ALMIGHTY)

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ was the first single to have a promo video and was at the top of the charts for nine weeks over Christmas, a notoriously difficult period.

“You couldn't predict what Queen were going to do next. Great songs, very rousing live shows.”

Favourite Queen album: ‘A Day At The Races’

Favourite song: ‘I’m In Love With My Car’

SCOTT GORHAM (EX-THIN LIZZY, NOW OF 21 GUNS)

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ broke new ground due to its length and it still hold the interest the whole way through. The video was just the icing on the cake. God! They were breaking new ground left, right and centre.

“The first tour we did with Queen showed all of us in Lizzy just what brilliant showmanship went into rock’n’roll at the highest level. It gave us a chance to see just how an audience could react if you perfomed with them as well as to them.

“My last memory of Freddie is a good one. He invited me up to the studio as Queen were finishing their last album, not necessarily to hear it, but because he’d heard I was a bit of a ping-pong player.

“He told me that he was his university's ping-pong team captain, so we had a competition over 10 games and, yep, I was too good for him and won!”

Favourite Queen albums: ‘Sheer Heart Attack’, ‘A Night At The Opera’, ‘Innuendo’

Favourite songs: ‘March Of The Black Queen’, ‘Now I’m Here’, ‘Sprend Your Wings’

TOBY JEPSON (LITTLE ANGELS)

“‘BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY’ broke the mould. Who would have believed that a song six minutes long would go to Number One? It’s almost the perfect song, combining melody with incredible rock dynamics never tried before. It’s an amazing concept that could only have been conceived by a one-off like Freddie Mercury. It’s never been matched. “Freddie Mercury was the reason I got into rock’n’roll. I spent my childhood trying to emulate him, walking around cloaked in my dressing gown singing ‘We Are The Champions’! Queen were unique because they never compromised in their attempts to push forward the boundaries of rock — and usually did!”

‘Sheer Heart Attack’, ‘A Night At The Opera’

Favourite songs: ‘Death On Two Legs’, ‘Another One Bites The Dust’, ‘We Will Rock You’, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ “and… and… I LOVE ‘EM ALL!”

#queen #queen band #freddie mercury #queen scans #queencuttings.com #kerrang december 1991 #rob halford #ozzy osbourne #brian wheat #wolfsbane #luke morley #danny bowes #harry james #mark luckhurst #gunnar lenson #sean harris #brian tatler #jizzy pearl #nigel mogg #pete way #eric adams #chris mclaughlin #stumpy #scott gorham #toby jepson

[harusaki-hugo]

Hiii! I would like to request a Emma sano x female or gender neutral reader where the reader is 16 and Emma went all out with the help of Hina and her brother Mikey and some other people, like rose petals, flowers and stuff like that and confessed to the reader and the reader feels the same way but turns down her because she’s too old for her since Emma is 13 in the past and it gets all angsty in the beginning but when they get older they meet and and date then get married and the ending gets really fluffy maybe they can have children as well. I hope you understand and take as much time as you need there’s no rush!

Warning: Grammatical error

Character: Sano Emma

Anime: Tokyo revengers

AU/Original: Au

Genre: Angst to fluff

Extra: Female x female

Note: My first Tokyo revengers request. I still catching up with the manga so sorry if I didn't get Emma's personality correctly. I might have overdone this...

Waiting.

Sano Emma x Female! Reader.

" Don't you think this too much?" Takemichi sweat drop, early this morning he got a message from his girlfriend that she want to meet him at a park when he arrives he sees something unexpected.

Rose flower petals covered the ground, a balloon with the word "I love you" and even an unlit candle being placed in half circle. He then sees his girlfriend Hina along with his other friends.

Mikey is trying to wolf down a box of chocolate while Draken tries to stop him. Mitsuya is smiling happily, in front of the silver-lilac boy is Emma, she is wearing a beautiful dress, blushing slightly at what Hina said.

" What do you mean too much? Confession to [ name ] must be perfect!!" Emma glared at the boy making him raise his hands in defensive. " [ Name ] - senpai?" Takemichi remembers who that is, the first-year student of Shinjuku Academy. A gentle girl who has always been seen together with Emma and Hina.

He will not judge someone but on his mind, he did think that ' Aren't she too old for Emma ?' Yet the look on the younger girl makes him zip his mouth shut.

Night coming fast, you who just got a message from Draken ask you to come to the park quickly rush there. The boy did say it is important for you to come there fast. Panting slightly, you enter the park, looking around for the tall male.

Your eyes widen a bit when you see not Drake but Emma wearing a dress with your favorite color, hairstyle neatly, and on her hands are a bouquet of rose flowers. " Emma?" You are a bit confused by this, walking towards the girl you see her smile widen.

She then gives you the bouquet which you take with a bit of hesitance, "What the meaning of all this?" You ask awkwardly, Emma's face turning pink, she plays with a strand of her hair, gathering the courage.

Emma takes your free hand startling you a bit, looking at her you see she is serious, " [ Name ], I know this is weird for a girl to like a girl but I don't care. You are a beautiful, kind, gentle, and the most amazing girl I ever know. I don't want anyone to take you away from me that why, will you be my girlfriend?" She confessed.

You lick your dry lips, looking anywhere except for the girl, " E-Emma..that speech is beautiful.." Your word makes her beam at you but soon it falls when she sees your apologetic face.

"But I can't... I'm sixteen..you thirteen... You are too young for me. I don't think this relationship will work." With a heavy heart, you let her hand go, " I only see you as my...." You bit your lips, swallowing down the regret, "My sister... I'm sorry.." You smile bitterly at her before you walk away.

Emma stares at your fading figure disappear completely, one by one her tears slide down her cheeks. "Emma.." Mikey approaches his sister, he gently places his hand on the girl's shoulder and that is the last straw, Emma falls on her knee crying out her pain.

Hina quickly wraps the girl in her embrace, comforting the girl. Takemichi knows this will happen but he knows something else, looking towards the way you disappear he knows you feel the same pain.

You too like the younger Sano but it is the age that prevents you guy's love. Emma is still young and you are too old for her, if you two get together what will society say? What will the other say? It's okay if they talk about you buy you don't want anyone to talk bad about Emma.

Love is beautiful yet it is cruel .

Twelve years have passed, you now are [ dream job ]. It's been a long time since you see any of your friends especially the Sano family. There is no way you can meet any of them after rejecting Emma. To this day, you regret your decision but that is what for the best. " [ Name ]- senpai?!" You hear a familiar voice turning around you see a beautiful blond woman looking at you with wide eyes.

You stare at her trying to remember who she is, your eyes widen when you recognize the female, "Emma?!" She smiles happily when you remember her, approaches you, she gives you a smile that you miss. " How are you? Isn't been twelve years." You nod your head rubbing the back of your neck.

"Yes, I'm doing great." Looking away, you try to hide the heat rising to your cheeks, " You grown-up beautiful..." Emma blink a few times before her face turn red, " Y-you too! You look really beautiful.." This is getting awkward, bitting your lips, you let out a heavy sigh.

"Emma ... About what happens that day.." She stops you before you can continue smiling a bit forcefully, "No, it's okay!! I understand, I understand why you reject me." She tries to put on a cheerful face, looking around, " Are you with your partner?"

You shake your head frowning, " No...I don't have a partner..how bout you?" She too shake her head, you let out a small 'ooh'. Seeing Emma for the first time in twelve years, she has grown into a beautiful woman, this makes your heart beating faster. If she still hasn't had any boyfriend or girlfriend, maybe just maybe, you can finally make a move? After all, you two have already grown into adults, if you two get into a relationship, no one will judge you two, except for homophobic but screw them.

Gathering your courage, you take Emma's hands, she looks shocked by this, shyly looking at your eyes, " Emma, d-do you want to go on a date with me?" You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for any rejection but you feel her squeezing your hands.

"I-i love too.." You two smile brightly, face turning pink .

One date turning to a hundred. All of your friends supporting your relationship, though Mikey kinda threatening you earning a slap of the head by his sister. Two years you guys having a relationship, you two decide to take a further step.

Wearing a dress wedding make by Mitsuya, both of you hold back the tear threatening to fall. You smile at the woman of your life, she looks absolutely beautiful, Emma stares at you in the eyes, she too thinks you look beautiful in that dress.

"Welcome! We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of [ last name] [ name ] and Sano Emma. This is not the beginning, but a celebration of the next chapter in their lives together. Today, they will affirm this bond formally and publicly. This affirmation is made even more meaningful because it’s shared with all of you, their most cherished friends and family.[ Name ] and Emma, today you not only marry the right person, but you also commit to being the right partner—the one with whom the other can stand and face the world. It’s time to joyfully seal this chapter with the declarations that will unite you in marriage."

"Do you [ last name ] [ name ] take Sano Emma to be your lawfully wedded partner, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and not-so-good times, for richer or poorer, committing yourself unto them for as long as you both shall live?"

You nod your head, " I do." You say with a voice full of love, eyes not taking off from Emma, the priest then looks at Emma.

"Do you Sano Emma take [ last name ] [ name ] to be your lawfully wedded partner, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and not so good times, for richer or poorer, committing yourself unto them for as long as you both shall live?"

She nods her head, " I do." She answers confidently.

" You may now kiss the bride." You softly kiss the female, pouring all of your love into the kiss as you hear all of the former tomans and your friends cheer for you two.

That what happens three years ago, you look at the pictures of your guy's wedding with loving eyes, "Mama looks so beautiful, right?" You look at your adopted son, to see him already sleeping. You giggle and kiss the top of his head, "Sleep well shin.." You muttered.

Emma wraps her arms around you looking at the boy "Oh, he already asleep?" She then presses a kiss on your cheek. " Hey there darling, how's dinner with Hina?" You ask her, she nuzzles against your neck sighing tiredly, "Eh, it's was great until Takemichi decide to crash our dinner with Chifuyu." You laugh, caressing her cheek, you softly say, " I love you.." Emma's face turns red, hiding her face at the crock of your neck she too with a loving voice says, " I love you too.."

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #sano emma x reader #fluff #angst to fluff #x female reader #sano emma x female reader

[liquorisce]

what if in the priest au, mikasa decides to leave because she knows that she's heavily in love with father jaeger and she doesn't want to ask for too much plus everything they're doing is wrong in so many aspects. she decides to just write father jaeger a letter because after all they were once friends and she thinks he needs to know that she still see him as one. she doesn't tell anyone her departure except for the person in charge of the dorms and so she left no traces of her. when eren notices how he's not seeing mikasa that day, no black hair, black eyes, heavy clothes, and sweet smiles he thought nothing of it maybe she'll come later at night??? maybe she's busy or something just came up so he focused in his work not until she heard some girls talking about how someone left and he heard mikasa's name and he panicked he literally jogged up the dormitory, everything is confirmed and all he could say is "i see." he doesn't even know if he's depressed or angry, all his energy drained from him he decided to go up his quarters and he saw her letter, right under his fucking door he didn't even noticed earlier when he went to work because he's literally just thinking of her, he read the letter and that became his last straw, father jaeger cried.

p.s. but because i am a fan of angst/fluff i don't want them to end just like that, in every au i think they deserve to be happy i am such a sucker for them

Shit I love this so much 🥺🥺🥺 (also your note at the end lol em stans can’t escape angst it’s who we are)

Anyway, I think he’ll find her.

Yea, that’s right, he’ll get back on his motorcycle, leather jacket and all, and go looking for her, bc he knows his precious girl who’s never left this town and barely seen the outside world couldn’t have gotten far.

And Eren’s really intimidating when he wants to be, he finds that Sister who was in charge of the dorms and wrings every detail from her mouth. “She seemed… upset,” she confesses to him. “Then why did you let her go?” He spits out, unable to control his anger.

“We can’t just keep her here against her consent. She’s above 18,” she says, defensively.

“We can review your decision-making capabilities another time,” he snaps, not caring how rude he sounds, “Did she tell you which way she was going?”

She shakes her head, uselessly.

He eventually figures it out. He heads to the bus stand and asks at the ticket office, putting on his most priestly face of concern when he says he’s just concerned for the well-being of one the girls, the pretty one, dark-haired, dark-eyed with the angel face.

She took the bus to the nearest city, he finds out and much to his luck he knows that city like the back of his hand. It was a big part of his “explore the world” phase so he knows where exactly she could have gone with the money she probably had.

He’s like a man possessed, he asks at all the little food joints he used to frequent, shows them her picture and ignores the glint of appreciation in their eye when they admire it. Eventually one of them says, “… Yeah, she came in to grab dinner. A shy thing, had to tell her to speak up, she could barely tell me what she wanted to order.” He chuckles, oblivious of Eren’s darkening mood. Eren had no interest in listening to him speak about Mikasa as if he actually knew her.

“Do you think she’s staying around here?”

The man nods. “There’s two super low budget motels around here, it’s got to be one of them. Most of our customers usually come from there.”

Eren lucks out at the first one. The man at the reception knew who he was talking about immediately, “The pretty young thing in room 18,” he says with recognition. “… And who are you?”

“Ah, I’m her boyfriend,” he lies smoothly, bc they’d never talked about it, never put pretty names on their secret relationship. “We were supposed to meet in the city, but she lost her phone I think, so I’ve been trying to find her.”

He eyes him suspiciously, or jealously Eren thinks, bc he’d been hoping he could pay a visit to the single young woman himself. He grits his teeth as he takes in the kind of establishment Mikasa had chosen, downright seedy with no semblance of security (good for him) , the kind of place married men would probably come to consort with hookers or pretty faces ten years younger than their wives.

Eventually he finds himself in front of room 18, and he can hear the faint noise of TV coming from within. He can’t help the small smile on his face bc he knows she’s never been allowed to watch TV in that restrictive hellhole.

As soon as he knocks the TV goes quiet. He can hear the faintest shuffle, panicked breathing from behind the door.

He rests his head against the door and murmurs, “I know you’re in there, Mika. Don’t hide from me.”

She’s so obedient, even though everything in her is fighting to keep the door closed, she opens it, because that’s what he asks of her.

He has her pinned against the wall so fast, she can barely react, but he wants her where he can see her and where she can’t run away from him. It’s only been a day since he’s seen her, but he looks at her like a starved man, drinking in her guilty gaze, the dried tear tracks on her pretty cheeks, her bitten lips.

His hands find purchase on her hips, thumbs stroking lightly underneath her sweater. She sighs before she can help herself, a ridiculous kind of relief pouring through her. This was entirely her own doing, she’d made this decision to up and leave bc she was being torn apart from the inside - her faith on one side and her inexplicable devotion to this man on the other. (but what is the meaning of her faith without him?) But leaving only felt worse, she’d felt as she had when she was 9, empty, meaningless.

His lips ghost over hers, and he’s so quiet, she shivers, bracing for the anger she probably deserves. She’d take it all, any punishment, but nothing soothes her like his presence. She’d been an awful wreck since she left that place, jittery, afraid, unable to eat, but seeing him show up at her door, his hair wind-ruffled, eyes burning with unnamed emotion… it makes her feel so many things.

When he speaks finally, it’s a murmur, one of restrained anger, and a maddening longing, a simple question - “… Did you really think I wouldn’t find you, Mika?”

- ded -

#eremika smut #priest au #I love your angsty mind anon #anonymous conversations

[glambots]

ooo, I want to join in on the god au stuff! I love writing! (please forgive any typos I may miss, I'm writing this on my phone) Trigger warning for misgendering of a nonbinary person, misogyny, foul language, a very injured y/n, and some really stupid bigots.

After a few months with their new favorite human (and sort of defacto priest?), they notice that their human is late in arriving. They know many things can slow down a human, but it's been HOURS. This has never happened before. At this point, even Sun is considering leaving the temple, and Moon is about to leave to search for their human.

And just then, one of the huge, old doors slooowly creaks open, and in stumbles their human, wincing as they stumble forward. They're covered in bruises, cuts, and wounds, and one of their arms is hanging limply at their side. They only manage a few more steps before they faint from their injuries. Moon rushes forward to catch them, scooping them up just before they hit the ground. He hands them to Sun, as he knows more about healing than Moon does. Of course, as Sun works, Moon is pacing around the main room, wanting to hunt down whoever hurt *their* human, but not wanting to stray too far either, in case the human wakes up.

As Sun finishes healing what he can, the twins hear the commotion of a crowd of humans outside, stomping through the forest like elephants. The mob stops as the reach the edge of the temple clearing, and many are heard muttering and complaining about "of course they ran here, expecting those bastards to protect them!" and "but they're still *gods*, whether we worship them or not. is this really a good idea?". Sun had placed their poor human in one of the cleaned bed chambers, which had once served to board their priests.

As Sun joined his seething twin at the front of the temple, just out of sight of the mob, they heard the mob leader speak. They ignored his words at first, noting his appearance first. He was one of the know bigots from a nearby town, always stinking of cheap booze and a horrible, decaying husk of a heart. He was covered in blood that clearly didn't belong to him, but sported some bruises of his own. The twins tuned back in to what he was saying to the dozen or so others, as he seemed to finally be reaching his point. "I don't care bout no holy sites, or some stinkin' bastards that call emselves gods! I just want that little b**ch dead! That little w**re dared reject me, so she needs to be taught where females like her belong! In the house being a good little wife, pushin' out brats, and following every order I give!" The bigot continued to rant to his onlookers, a couple of them slowly turning back towards town, disgust evident on their faces.

As for the twins, both were seething with rage at this point, the last straw having been the bigot's misgendering of their beloved little human. The area around them reacted to their rage, areas of light becoming swelteringly hot, like a sudden heat wave, while areas of shadow suddenly dropped below freezing. The only area spared from these drastic shifts was the inside of the temple, where protective wards cast by long forgotten mages began to activate. A hidden maze of invisible walls and numerous traps sparked to life in the main room, while six sets of enchanted suits of armor stirred to life for the first time in decades, taking up places front of the priest chambers.

Sun and Moon hardly noticed this, as they suddenly felt something they hadn't sensed in hundreds of years, as the moon crept closer to the sun in the sky. The twins glanced at each other, knowing what was soon to happen, if they let it. As the moon began to hide to sun in the sky, the twins became one. A horrible, sickening scream rang out, and the mob of bigoted humans watched in silent horror as their doom awoke.

A being so tall it nearly toward over the temple, even while hunched, slowly lifted it's head. Two sets of giant wings fanned out behind it, one glowing as bright as the sun, and the other absorbing light so well that it only looked like a pair of wing shaped holes in space. Four long arms pushed the being upright, ending in huge hands with claws the size of men. The ground under the being melted and bubbled like ice turning directly into steam. As the being finally reached its full height, and the moon fully covered the sun, the bigoted humans finally began to understand just how much they fucked up.

ECLIIIIIIIPSE, is absolutely a thing in this AU. >:3c And your depiction is very close!!

#ask #divinity breach #god au #sunnydrop #moondrop #eclipse #abuse cw #violence cw #misgendering cw #uhhh lmk if you need anything tagged!! #long post #scenario #sfw #angst #i love the idea of the wings #on that day humanity received a grim reminder #kosmicdragon #not a request

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

tuxedo iii, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of previous jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the next morning. Your cat is still a man. Fuck. He still thinks he owns the place, including you. Sigh. Well, you still have to do your job, because, yikes, your cat-man has spent a small fortune on new clothes (spending like he’s got a black card, what’s up with that?). Ah, but... maybe both of you are starting to finally acknowledge that he might be a more man than cat – at least for the time being...?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of the coronavirus pandemic; possibly full-on crack; mentions of and a tiny bit of smut (fem reader, spanking, doggy, unintentional??? voyeurism, dry humping / thigh riding); domestic and soft moments with your cat-man; non-idol!AU - cat!Yoongi x human!reader; ft slightly cocky Jeon Jungkook (+drama!!!) and bestfriend!Kim Seokjin; breaking of the fourth wall; are YOU a furry? yeah, I kinda think you are

*deep breath* I reference a certain boat that was stuck in the Suez Canal, Yoongi's livestream where he poked himself in the nose with the coffee straw, his love for tangerines, too many Twitch chat memes, that time his mom called him a boiled dumpling, 'BST' pink pajama Yoongi, DTS, TXT's 'Cat & Dog', etc...

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part i | part ii

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You woke up slowly. 

A perfect, peaceful morning. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Neck cradled by your memory foam pillow? Check. Back well supported by your soft mattress? Check. Not sleeping on your sofa and destroying your spine? Check. Hey, you’re moving up in life! Ah, what a normal day already. You opened your eyes a crack; vision blurred from the morning sunlight filtering through your curtains. Bundled in your minty-green duvet? Check. Wearing your extra soft black-and-white striped pajamas? Check. 

Large pale human hand firmly gripping your right titty? Check. 

Wait… 

What?

Your eyes snapped open and flew to your left. 

Min Yoongi's face was centimeters from yours, buried into your pillow, messy bedhead sticking out everywhere. Black choker with the tiny silver bell around his neck. Still had those black velvety pointed cat ears and glowing pale skin, pretty pink lips ever-so-slightly upturned, warm exhale against your ear. 

Your cat still a disturbingly handsome man?

Ah, yup, check. 

His hand was on your right breast, fingers molded to the soft curve. A quick glance and, whew, he was still fully dressed in his black t-shirt and sweatpants from yesterday. Yes, fully, completely dressed. Shit, what if he caught you staring? You quickly flickered your eyes up at the ceiling, hastily wiping the drool away from your mouth. Whoa there. That would be embarrassing if he caught that.

Also, kind of gross. Don’t be gross. Keep it together.

Hahaha…

Well, yup, this was still awkward, the whole hand-on-the-titty thing, hahaha, but not as awkward as it would be if, hahaha, you accidentally, oh, don't know, hahaha, got really, really, really disgustingly drunk and, hahaha, had somehow lost all impulse control and, hahaha, fucked your cat?

Man.

Cat-man. 

Hahaha, that would never happen. You’d make sure of that.

... 

Unless?

No, no, no, stop, he's your cat, your cat, he's literally been a (cat) man for one fucking day, albeit a incredibly hot, deliciously built (cat) man who put your facial massager on your nipple and let you touch his human dick in the shower and he was hard for a hot second, so... no, no, no, stop, you are not a desperate thot, get a fucking grip – well, you kind of are – but not him, for fuck’s sake, you still don't understand what the fuck is going on or if he even remotely likes you and, let's face it, he probably doesn’t because you almost paid a guy to chop off his nuts–

"Are you dying?"

You choked on air and lurched sharply at the sudden deep, raspy voice. The grip on your right breast tightened, preventing you from moving away. You did what any sensible human being would do in this situation and wheezed like you were on the verge of passing out. 

"Urk!"

"Do you have high blood pressure?" Yoongi yawned calmly, turning his face to the side to avoid breathing in your face, thereby pressing his body even closer to you. Your neck and ears heated to five billion degrees. "Your heart's beating abnormally fast. Maybe you should see a doctor."

You definitely needed to see a doctor for something as well as several gallons of holy water and a priest to get an exorcism for that horny demon inside you. 

"Y-Your hand!"

Yoongi grunted. "What about it?"

What about it???

"It's on my tits!" you squeaked.

Yoongi lifted his head, squinting. "It is." Then his head dropped and he closed his eyes again. 

HELLO, Min Yoongi? That's ALL you have to say???

"Is there a problem?"

IS THERE A PROBLEM???????

"I've always slept like this," he mumbled.

That's... true though. Your tuxedo cat, previously named Shooky until you realized he had his own name, did used to always sleep next to you, when he wasn’t trying to murder you by sitting on your chest, that is (he was adamant on letting you know when he needed breakfast). Usually, your cat was splayed out by your left side, his long body extended and pressed against you, his white, sock-like paws encircling your arm. Shooky had basically been a small furry heater that kicked you sometimes in his sleep. 

Keyword: small.

"Y-You w-were a cat!" you sputtered.

"I'm still a cat."

"No, you're a man! With arms!"

"The reach is a little farther. Who cares?"

WHO CARES???????

Before you could very loudly inform Yoongi who exactly cared – that’s you, by the way, yes, you – he wrapped his arms around you and yanked your body to his, turning you into a red-hot chili pepper with the amount of heat your face was now emitting. Then his free hand grabbed your other titty. Without asking! Without even so much as buying you dinner or, hell, giving you a goddamn cracker! You didn't need to be wined and dined, but at least a single fucking snack before using your tits like his own personal stress ball!

Yoongi pressed your back into his chest.

You froze. 

He pressed his crotch into your ass, shivering slightly.

Your soul left your body. 

"Ugh, this human body is terrible," Yoongi muttered. "Always so cold. I need this extra body heat or I'll die."

You'll die? YOU’LL DIE?

You were pretty sure that you were already dead. Rest in peace.

Hang on. 

Something was stuck in a very specific place, quite similar to a far-too-large boat in a narrow canal.

"Um."

Er...

"What?" your cat-man grunted.

"Your..." You gulped. "Dick."

"What about it?"

"You, uh... have morning wood."

"Is that a human euphemism?" he grumbled impatiently, clear annoyance in his tone. "I don't understand your species. Wouldn't it be easier to be straightforward and explain yourself clearly?"

A muscle in your eye twitched, reaching breaking point.

"Your dick is rock-hard and you're shoving it between my ass cheeks!"

"Yeah, so? It's cold too."

Your irritation fizzled out at Yoongi’s self-assured, completely calm response. In fact, he sounded borderline bored and exasperated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His hard dick was cold, so he put it in the warmest place he could find, your ass, duh. Nothing weird about it, of course. Your mind reeled, unable to compute what the fuck was going on. Thus, your body did what it did best in these moments where you did not want to give a response that would most certainly expose you and your dire need to get dicked.

Not deal with it, of course.

You fainted.

-

"Fuck!"

You shot out of bed at the harsh yell, tangled in the covers, barely registering that Yoongi no longer had a death grip on your tits – in fact, he was no longer in bed at all – and stumbled towards the source of the sound, highly disoriented, your earlier fainting spell turning you into a bumbling mess.

Admittedly, not that different from your usual self.

(Ouch, roasted.)

"What, what, what?" you croaked, running into the doorframe of the bedroom and nearly taking yourself out. 

Might as well, maybe it would have been a blessing in disguise, considering the way your life was going. 

You finally tumbled your way to the kitchen, where your cat-man was hissing at the pan on the stove. 

"I was trying to make eggs," Yoongi spat, pointing accusingly at the frying pan. His ears were flat and his tail was sticking straight up. "And then it attacked me."

If you had three functioning brain cells, you would have remembered Yoongi putting his morning wood between your ass cheeks this morning, but alas, you only had two at the moment – you did run into the doorframe, might have lost one there – so instead you nudged him aside and rolled up your sleeves, taking the pan and shaking it so the eggs wouldn't burn. 

"Was it the oil? Sometimes it pops," you asked as Yoongi continued death glaring at the pan.

"I saw you doing this yesterday. You didn't seem bothered," he mumbled, finishing with a low, angry hiss as if the pan was sentient and mocking him. The oil popped and seared your forearm, but at this point you maybe had five hair follicles total on your arms with how many times hot oil had splattered in you. It used to bother you when you were a kid, but years of cooking had desensitized the feeling, turning it to nothing more than a mere annoyance. Yoongi stayed behind you, intermittently letting out hisses of rage as you cooked.

"I told you, my dad's a chef. You get used to it," you said, tipping the pan and flipping the thin egg pancake with ease. 

"That's bizarre," Yoongi muttered. "No normal animal gets used to pain."

Normality was starting to become a bit of a foreign concept to you.  As for being an animal, well…

You took the pan off the heat and rolled the egg onto a plate with a spare set of chopsticks, turning it into a log shape. A literal egg roll, ready to be sliced into bite-sized pieces. You took a sniff. It seemed to be seasoned already. Had Yoongi simply copied what you did yesterday? His observation skills were insane.

"Then again, you seem to enjoy–"

"Yoongi," you blurted, not wanting to know what he thought you seemed to enjoy, but very sure it was going to be one-hundred-percent embarrassing and only for you. "There's some leftover beef and vegetables in the fridge you can have with the egg and rice."

He raised his eyebrows. "Beef? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Because I was asleep and maybe half-dead? "Did you brush your teeth?' you asked suddenly. 

Yoongi scowled. "Unfortunately."

"Right, so should I, goodbye now."

You marched away hurriedly, trying not to think about how your cat had surely witnessed you getting spanked while being fucked from behind by none other than, surprise, surprise, his not-so-favorite human being, Jeon Jungkook. Tattoo guy strikes again. The worst part was, you couldn't lock the door on your cat either, because then he would meow incessantly while you were getting deep-dicked and that was even worse. 

"Your cat really likes you, huh?" Jungkook mused as you yanked open the bedroom door to the black-and-white tuxedo furball. 

"Like is a strong word," you muttered at your cat, who yawned and sauntered past you to his cat tree, acting like he owned the damn place. 

"I like you."

"Hah... wait, what?"

Jungkook grinned as your eyes found his. Took a while. You were a little distracted by his nakedness. His tattoos up his right arm. His tan skin. His muscles. His white teeth biting on his lower lip, tiny mole underneath flashing. His long black hair, framing dark chocolate eyes and teasing, cocked eyebrow. 

"I like you," he repeated, voice deep and sexy.

You turned red and made the most coherent noise you could. 

“... Urk?”

“Noona.”

Why did he look so fucking hot and disrespectful at the same time when saying an honorific?

Jungkook came up to you, hand cupping your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He brought his face close to yours, lips brushing against your swollen ones, taking your breath away.

"Wanna go back to me spanking you while you get off on my dick?"

Respectfully, of course. 

"How much rice do you want?"

You started, poking yourself in the nose with your toothpaste-covered toothbrush and smearing mint up your nostril – almost as bad as poking a coffee straw up your nose during a livestream in front of millions of people, yikes – as Yoongi appeared behind you, breaking you out of the memory. Your cat-man watched you with mild disgust and displeasure as you coughed and dunked your head into the sink, hurriedly rinsing off your burning nose.

"Whatever, I'll just fill it halfway."

And he left you sputtering, pajamas and hair soaking wet in your haste.

Awesome. 

-

“I’m ordering some groceries,” you announced in between bites of rice and egg. You tapped lightly at the phone screen as you spoke. Green onions, tofu, cucumbers… “Do you want anything?”

“Meat.”

You swiped rapidly and added packages of chicken, pork, and beef into your cart. Why the fuck not? You like meat. All kinds of–

“Yes, Yoongi, I’m getting meat. Anything else?”

“What else is there?”

You made a face and handed him your phone. “All sorts of things. Household products too, in case you don’t want to smell like my soap.”

“Your soap is preferable,” he said absentmindedly, scrolling through the online grocery app. You continued eating, shoving things in your mouth and none of it dick. Sad. At least it tasted good. Your cat-man had seasoned the egg well. You jumped as Yoongi spoke again. “I want these.” He turned the phone around.

You squinted at the screen, staring at a picture of orange balls. “Tangerines? Why?”

He turned the phone back to him. “They’re small, round, and look tasty.”

You blinked at him, then shrugged. “Sure, why not? I guess your palette might have changed. Try whatever you want.”

He pursed his lips and pressed a few buttons as you ate. You realized you needed to order more groceries now that your cat was a man eating your human food and no longer a cat eating his rather expensive cat food. Sigh. You had put Shooky’s cat bowls in a cabinet earlier this morning before sitting down to eat. It seemed weird leaving them out on the floor like that. Kind of offensive, maybe, now that your cat was a man and all…

“Okay, I ordered it.”

“Ah, okay, that’s good. They’ll probably come later this week.”

-

After breakfast, you spent nearly half an hour with Yoongi trying to pick out something for him to watch from your various streaming services, only for him to select a historical drama series. Like what? You cat (man) wanted to watch historical drama out of all things? Instead of learning about the modern world, he wanted to watch a depiction of the past?

Whatever, it had seventy-seven episodes, so at least he would be occupied for a while.

You let him be and went to your computer, intending on getting some editing done. Sure, the universe decided your cat was a man now, but you still needed to pay for said cat-man’s existence. You still didn’t know what you were going do to with all that cat food, cat toys, cat tree… ugh, this was all a problem for future you, not present you.

Present you needed to splice five-hundred images of PepeHands together and overlay it over a League of Legends one-shot compilation.

Uh, so, it was this meme of a green frog named Pepe holding up his anthropomorphic hands in despair, therefore coining the term PepeHands for a particular Twitch chat emote… never mind, it just meant you were spending some time video editing for a gaming YouTuber and it required concentration, shitty memes, and well-timed captions. And you were getting paid good money to do this.

Yeah, it’s a weird world.

You sat at your desktop and got to work, doing the rough cuts of the video first. Thankfully, the YouTuber had already sent you the timestamps of the noteworthy moments, therefore making your job a lot easier. You spent several hours compiling the clips before adding your extra flair and effects. You had a library of images and sound bites that you commonly used (including Goofy singing Evanescence's ‘Bring Me to Life’) and was in the middle of grayscaling a video clip and adding the familiar audio of all around me are familiar faces before being scared shitless.

“Woof.”

You swore someone was singing ‘Mad World’ as they were narrating your life right now.

“Gah!”

You jerked in your seat to see Yoongi leaning over behind you, eyebrow raised as you gawked at him.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you exclaimed, pulling back an earcup of your headset.

He frowned. “How can I sneak up on you?” He flicked the silver bell on the black choker around his neck, making it jingle cheerfully. “You put stupid thing on me, remember?”

You winced. “Well, I’d take it off, but there’s some kind of voodoo magic on that shit – and hey, don’t change the subject! You have that weird cat thing where you’re silent no matter what.”

Yoongi looked unbothered. “Weird cat thing? Thought you said I was a man?”

“Thought you said you were a cat?” you shot back.

You glared at him and he gave you a blank expression. Then he cocked his head to your desk.

“Your phone is flashing.”

You jerked your head to see your phone screen flicker. You grabbed it off you desk and unlocked it, checking your messages. Five messages from – ah, but of course – your best friend. Kim Seokjin.

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

You pursed your lips. With the pandemic and all, you hadn’t visited Seokjin in forever, but every week he would text you, asking for a photo of your cat and he would send you a picture of his sugar glider. With every week being the same and nothing interesting of note happening, it was hard to think of conversation topics. Therefore, Seokjin and you came up with this weekly event so your friendship wouldn’t deteriorate. Also, both of you were serious introverts, so he spent most of this pandemic playing MapleStory while you spent most of it on your couch watching Netflix with your cat. It was a miracle you two hadn’t morphed into actual potatoes yet.

You glanced at Yoongi, who was inspecting his nails and picking at them. You frowned and batted at his hand. He frowned back and smacked yours, harder. You glared at him. He gave you a vacant stare, as if he had done nothing.

“Why are you picking at your cuticles?” you muttered, going back to your phone and sending Seokjin an old picture of Shooky. You couldn’t exactly send him a picture of current Shooky. He was… well, currently not a cat. You stared at the picture of the fluffy tuxedo cat curled into a ball, asleep in your lap on the couch.

That moment wasn’t even that long ago.

Somehow, it felt like ages since you had last petted that furry butt.

“Hm, dunno. Occupies my hands, I guess,” Yoongi replied distractedly.

“Well, you shouldn’t. It’s not good for you.” You noticed you had another message from the local delivery service, saying a package had arrived at your doorstep. You stood, placing your phone on the desk and looked at Yoongi, who was staring at his old cat tree, the one by the window. When he was a cat, he used to poke his head between the curtains and look outside, watching the birds. It was his favorite haunt.

Now…

“Why’d you say woof?” you asked abruptly, giving him a quizzical look. “I thought you were a cat.”

Yoongi shrugged, tearing his eyes away from the cat tree to give you an uninterested stare. “Thought it would surprise you more. You’ve heard meow for long enough.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why would you want to surprise me?”

He shrugged again. “I was bored.”

“… You were bored so you decided to sneak up and scare the shit out of me?”

He paused, black tail swishing back and forth, pointed ears perked. Then he nodded.

“Yup.”

Sigh.

-

You lugged in the huge cardboard box, Yoongi standing out of sight of the front door as you huffed and puffed with your weak arms. Okay, it wasn’t even that big, but it was quite heavy and you weren’t exactly John Cena. Your arms were about as strong as a bowl of overcooked ramyeon noodles and that was putting it kindly. You weren’t the working out type. People who worked out diligently were dog people. People who preferred sleeping as their primary workout regimen had cats. What were the kinds of people who had cat-men then? The kind of people who like sleeping, but also needed a…

(You already know the answer.)

Yoongi snapped the door closed the second you managed to pull it on far enough to do so.

“You look like a boiled dumpling,” he commented.

“At least I’m delicious food,” you wheezed, inspecting the box. You recognized the clothing brand. “Is this the stuff your ordered? How did it come so fast?”

“I selected next-day delivery.”

You paled.

“I need clothes as soon as possible, don’t I? Or should I go back to being naked, since you’re a pervert?”

You choked, ears burning. “I’m not a pervert!”

“Mhm.”

You tried not to think about the hit on your wallet as you grabbed your keys from the side table and opened the box, seeing all the plastic packages inside. Monotone, in white or black. Figures. You tipped the box to the side and the clothes spilled out, tumbling all over the floor. It took a firm shake to dump it all on the ground. You got on your hands and knees to spread them out, tossing the cardboard aside carelessly to shift through the items. Hopefully, Yoongi had read the listings and selected the correct sizes. From your brief glance, you noticed the tops were quite oversized. Maybe he liked that fit? He had been quite a fluffy cat.

You spotted the packing slip with all the prices listed. You fished it out and then heard a thunk-thunk-thunk, the sound of cardboard on hardwood. Huh?

You looked up to see Yoongi swatting the box around.

“What… are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Investigating.”

You blinked. “Investigating what?”

“Don’t know. I simply feel the need to investigate, thus I am doing so.”

You stared at Yoongi for several minutes as he continued to… uh, investigate (???) the cardboard box, holding it this way and that, smacking it around, watching the flaps bounce in the air as it rolled. His velvety ears perked upwards, sleek black tail swishing with interest.

His expression was completely neutral.

For the first time since becoming a human, you thought Yoongi was more cat than man.

“Uh… okay…”

You glimpsed down to the paper in your hands, seeing the total cost.

You felt the color drain out of your face.

My… wallet…

F in the chat.

You fainted.

-

You felt someone poking you in the head.

“Are you dead?”

You gasped and jerked up like a drown victim coming up for air, still in mild shock of the sudden financial hit of your cat becoming a man. It was okay. You weren’t poor. You just didn’t expect Yoongi to be a shopping like he owned a fucking black card.

“Did I spend too much?”

You snapped out of your stunned state at his soft tone. Yoongi wasn’t looking at you. He was kneeling on top of the pile of clothes, dark eyes on the paper in your shaking hands. With a start, you realized his words were heavy with guilt, his ears pointing downwards and tail tucked against the ground.

“No,” you said quickly, putting the receipt down. “No, Yoongi. I asked you to buy clothes, remember? And besides, it’s better for you to buy things you like and are interested in, rather than me wasting money on things you’ll never wear.”

He raised his head a little, eyes darting from your face to your hands.

You smiled at him, reaching up to pat his head and stroke the fur on his ears. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s only money. Money will never be more important to me than you, okay?”

For a second, you saw something flicker in Yoongi’s eyes. It was so fast that you barely caught it. Relief? Gratitude? Fondness? Then he ticked his head out of your hand, fair cheeks flushing pink.

“You… you don’t have to do that,” he muttered.

“O… oh.” For some reason, you felt a pang in your chest at his words. “R-right.”

Yoongi made eye contact with you, dark brown orbs guarded. He spoke quietly, without emotion.

“Do you wish this never happened?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

He gestured to himself, waving a hand up and down carelessly. “This. Human me.”

Human me.

You answered instantly.

“No.”

Yoongi gave you the disbelieving side-eye.

You let out a sheepish puff of air. “I always kind of wished you were human.” You scratched the back of your head aimlessly. “No one listened to me like you did. Even if I was having the shittest day of all time, you always made it better. You were the best cat ever.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. “Sure, your species changed, but you’re still the same, right?”

His eyes shifted, his cheeks still a light pink. “I’m still a cat,” he mumbled awkwardly.

You raised your brows. “Mhm, is that why you were playing with the box?”

“I wasn’t playing with the box,” Yoongi huffed, sounding insulted.

“Then I’ll break it down and recycle it.”

“No,” he snapped firmly. “It’s useful. We’re keeping it.”

“We don’t need a box, Yoongi.”

He tutted. “Hmph, humans. So wasteful. A perfectly good box should be reused.”

“Right.”

You tried to hide your laugh as Yoongi refused to look you in the eye.

-

You left Yoongi to examine his new wardrobe on the floor. You tried to pick them up but he stubbornly remained on the pile of clothes, not letting you move them. When you stood up to leave, you asked him when he was going to move – he replied with, "When it feels right", just cat things, you supposed – and hurried off to export the edited video you were working on earlier. The due date was today and you had to review it for quality.

A certain quality. 

A certain quality of... of... 

Needing the money.

Because your cat (man) had spent fat chunk of it on clothes, only to be more interested in the box they came in and sitting on said clothes rather than the actual items themselves. 

Sigh. 

-

"I ordered the wrong color."

"Oh?" you muttered distractedly, clocking on the export button. You'd been going cross-eyed for the past two or three hours – had it really been that long? shit – and checked your phone to see Gukmul, Seokjin's white sugar glider, peering up at the camera on a white fluffy blanket. You smiled, typing a response to praise his cuteness, completely ignoring the fact that Seokjin had also stuck his handsome face in the photo, smiling with a thumbs-up next to his pet. 

The reply was instant. 

hello, acknowledge my BEAUTIFUL FACE

You deliberately didn't answer right away to piss Seokjin off even more. 

"What's wrong with it?" you asked, looking up. 

Your jaw dropped. 

You dropped your phone. 

Yoongi, your cat-man with excellent reflexes, made absolutely no move to catch it. 

It smacked you in the calf and hit your toes – fucking ow, holy shit – before clattering to the floor. You had a protective phone case on it with a cute tuxedo cat graphic. The screen wouldn't crack with the protector on it. In this moment, however, you didn't give a shit about your smartphone, Kim Seokjin, or even the blinding pain in your foot. Nope. 

You were ogling at Min Yoongi in pink silk pajamas.

-

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-

Jeon Jungkook stared at his phone. 

At a very specific number. 

He put it down, sighing a little, looking out the window instead. It was a nice day, but he couldn't enjoy it the way it was meant to be enjoyed. Pandemic and all that. He frowned, looking at the urban jungle surrounding him. Had he made a mistake moving here to the big city? Sometimes he wondered. Back then, he had moved to finish school and pursue his ambitions. Back then, his choice had seemed full of opportunities, but now.

What did he have, really?

A tiny apartment with a kind and understanding landlord. The world at his fingertips from his computer. Still a decent amount of savings left. Online courses that he needed to finish to get his film degree. 

Loneliness.

He delved into his memories, smiling at the recollection of confused looks, awkward smiles, indignant huffs. So very unlike him to tease so much, but it was too fun and he hadn't felt the usual nervousness and shyness he had around others. There was something comforting about that smile, that apartment, and that fluffy tuxedo cat that loved to interrupt everything. 

He shouldn't have played it off.

He shouldn't have distracted.

Not after he admitted it.

"I like you."

Jungkook said it to the air, to the memory. So vivid that he reached out to touch those lips, but then it all disappeared, just like that. 

Ah.

He looked at the back of his phone, wondering. But now he was too nervous and shy to pick it up again. Why was that? When he was there, being seen by those surprised eyes, he could do and say shameless things. But far away, when he was alone, Jungkook was hesitating, suddenly afraid.

Sigh. 

-

You sneezed. 

Very loudly and jerking your head away from your cat-man in luxurious pink silk, jamming your nose into your elbow.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

You sniffed, rubbing your nose. 

"Someone must be thinking about me..." you muttered. 

Yoongi looked down, plucking the collar of the pajamas. "The cotton shirts are the same size, but for some reason this one fits tighter. Why is that? Is there no regulated sizing in human fashion?"

Dude, be glad you're not a girl, you thought dryly. "Might be the fabric," you coughed distractedly. Distractedly because you were staring at quite possibly the most gorgeous man in the history of men and you stared at a lot of men in your short lifetime, so you had experienced eyeballs.

Wait. 

Man or cat-man?

Well, Yoongi was definitely the most gorgeous cat-man considering you were pretty sure there was only one in current existence.

His pointed ears stood straight up in interest, black hair messy from taking clothes on and off, fair cheeks and nose flushed pink, perhaps from physical exertion. Dark brown eyes sheepish, not quite looking at you. The black leather choker stood out on his neck, silver bell gleaming against his collarbones. The material was a mauve-pink silk, clinging to his lean body, showing off his shoulders and long limbs. The button-up shirt created a rather deep v-neckline, a sliver of pale chest visible. And his legs! His slim legs reminded you of a nimble dancer, ending in fuzzy black slippers. 

There was a weird lump in one of the pant legs, going down his thigh. 

Whoa. 

"W-Why did you pick them?" you tried to ask in the least awkward way possible, attempting – and failing – to not to stare at his delectable thighs. 

Yoongi shrugged. "They looked like the ones you have. I meant to get black, but I suppose I didn't read the listing closely enough. They're comfortable though," he mused before making a face. Your eyes bulged as there was a sudden jerk in his pants, creating a large tent in the crotch. 

Alarms sounded off in your head, arousal shooting up like a rocket. 

Oh. 

Oh??? 

Oh!!!!!!!

"My tail is stuck," Yoongi grunted, lowering the back of the pink silk pants. The sleek black cat tail slid out, swishing in the air, tent in his pants gone. 

Oh…

Right. The tail.

Because he's a cat... man.

Your inner thot was sad. Your dignity smacked you upside the head, highly disappointed in you for falling for that, then calmly shot down your arousal rocket with your shame. Oof.

"Can you show me how to sew so I can fix my own clothes from now on?" Yoongi asked as he readjusted the front of the silk shirt. 

You bent down to pick up your phone, trying to do something with your face and hands to disguise your embarrassment and burning ears. "Yeah, of course." You placed it on your desk and turned back to face him. 

Yoongi was right next to you. 

Literally so close that you could feel his body heat. 

"... Urk!"

You jumped in your seat, banging your knee against your desk and howling in pain, computer chair rolling and making you lose your balance, ass about to slip before Yoongi grabbed your chair and shoved it into the table, making you trip and fall back into the seat, head hitting the headrest a little too hard, seeing stars and rubber duckies for a second. 

Wait, were they rubber duckies? They were white and glittery, almost as if they were made from snow…

Yoongi slapped you in the face.

“Ow!”

You rubbed your cheek, blinking rapidly to clear your vision before glaring at him.

“Checking if you were alive,” was his placid response.

Alright, it wasn’t that hard, but the unexpectedness of it still hurt. You frowned, only for the pain to slowly melt away, quickly being replaced by something else as you realized Yoongi was still half-leaning over you, a knee on your computer gaming chair to prevent it from rolling. The sting in your knee was temporarily forgotten. Yoongi spoke again, his voice low and deep, almost a sensual purr.

“You hit yourself pretty hard.”

He doesn’t know what’s he’s doing. It’s just a coincidence. A kitty-incidence, Seokjin would say.

Your eyes widened as Yoongi closed in, peering at your unfocused gaze. Now you could see down his shirt. Holy shit. Were you so deprived that you were getting mad horny from seeing Yoongi’s fucking clavicle and sternum?

Is that even a question?

Yes.

Yes, you were.

“You look like you did last night.”

“What?” you breathed, still unabashedly looking down his shirt.

“Your pupils are dilated.”

You froze. His cool fingertips were on your neck.

“Heartrate increased.”

You wanted to pull back, say, no, wait, don’t do that, but Yoongi was too close and his exhale was too feathery, brushing against your lips, and you couldn’t move, trapped in your chair, between him wrapped in pink silk and your mind reeling, him still playing fucking doctor while you were trying not to jump his half-covered ass.

“And that smell.”

You finally tore your gaze away, eyes drifting up to his.

You swallowed.

“S… smell?”

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Ohnoohshitwhatifhecansmellmypus–

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, surveying you closely. He was so close you couldn’t see his lips, only his dark brown orbs. He didn’t say anything. He smelled like your soap, reminding you of his naked body pressed against you in the shower. Your heartbeat was leaping to your throat, threatening to choke you with your own horniness. Honestly, at this point, would you even be surprised?

You chuckled nervously, clinging onto your last shreds of self-preservation, which, admittedly, were rapidly yeeting out of your hands.

“Hahaha… but you’re… a cat… yeah?”

Right?

Seconds passed.

Right???

Minutes passed.

RIGHT???????

Yoongi’s lashes lowered, not quite looking at your eyes. Staring at your lips.

“I’m a man too,” he whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

Yoongi kissed you.

You were so shocked that you swore your eyes nearly left your head.

It was a soft kiss, his eyes closed, tilting his head slightly to fit better against yours, pressing you back into your chair. Your head hit the headrest and you gasped, your tongue lightly flicking his lips and they parted, his own tongue sliding against yours, gentle licks, your brain malfunctioning, but body remembering, hands coming up to grab his shirt and yank him closer, pressing back against him. He backed up a little at your suddenness, exhaling hard. Your eyes snapped open, suddenly aware of how forceful you were.

Yoongi looked away, pointed black ears flicking back and forth uneasily.

You kissed your cat. Man. Cat-man.

He’s been a man for not even two days and you just tried to make out with him like a demented beast!

“A-ah, Yoongi, no, I’m so sorry, I-I… please, I didn’t mean to…” you stuttered, letting go of him quickly, but also not wanting to let go, but you should, your hands getting confused by your mental signals, repeatedly clasping and unclasping the pink silk, not realizing that he wasn’t even trying to move away.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Yoongi said slowly.

You clutched his shirt, staring at your white knuckles, unable to look at him directly.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… you’re so handsome, but I’m your owner… and I cracked…”

“What you are is a desperate, sexually deprived human.”

You jerked your head up, seeing his unreadable expression. “I-It’s been over a year–”

All of a sudden, Yoongi lowered his knee and grabbed you by the ass, scooting you down on the rolling chair. You yelped at the swift movement, gasping as your crotch collided with his thigh, wincing as you heard the squelch of your panties jamming into your soaked core.

Yikes.

Welp, you can’t hide that shit now.

“You like things like this, don’t you?” Yoongi murmured.

Your cheeks heated. “T…Things like w-what…?”

Oh, you knew what. You knew very well what, but you also couldn’t form coherent sentences.

His fingers sank into your ass and he pressed you into his thigh, rolling it into your heat. The whines tore out of your throat involuntarily, grabbing his arm and staring up at him with shaking eyes, seeing his curious gaze looking down at you.

“B-But, Yoongi… I’m your o-owner,” you panted, resolve slipping with every second, your hips already rocking into his thigh, the slippery thin fabric doing nothing to hide his lean muscle, your own thighs clamping around his leg. “I’m supposed to t-take care of y-you…”

And last more than two days, fucking shit, get it together!

But you couldn’t get it together, especially not as Yoongi’s voice dropped to a lower octave, one side of his lips curving upwards.

“It’s a little different now, isn’t it?” he drawled softly, lashes lowering, eyebrows raising, his black hair darkening his gaze. “Since I am now capable to take care of you too.”

You whimpered, losing it.

Just started freely humping his leg, self-preservation completely gone. Did he even know what he was capable of, really? Did he have any idea what he could do? Surely not.

Surely, he had no idea how good he could make you feel.

Yoongi bit the side of his lip, frowning. “How will can I make it feel better? I’m only cop…” He trailed off, furry ears anxiously flicking.

You tugged on his arm, getting his attention. “Angle your leg a little more downwards… Y-Yeah, like that…” He did as you instructed, his thigh now pressing down on your clit and your rocking hips moving faster, clinging to his arm and setting your jaw, moaning at the added pleasure. “A-ah… yeah, fuck… yes, I c-can… like this…”

“You can what?” Yoongi breathed, watching your face closely, firmly holding the armrests of the chair so it wouldn’t slide.  

Your head tipped back a little, bucking harder into his thigh, so wet your juices were soaking through your leggings and drenching the pink silk, turning it darker, the strong scent of your sweet arousal clearly evident. Your eyes drifted to Yoongi’s dark orbs covered by black hair, vision hazy, noticing the slight inquisitive upturn of his upper lip. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“Can cum, Yoongi, fuck, I’m going to cum…” you moaned, inhaling his scent, his presence, saying his name and looking up at him, the stimulation and touch of another enough to get you there, eyelids fluttering as your orgasm swept down, taking you away and filling you with serene satisfaction, crashing waves soaring through you, washing away the sand of your dry spell, a different kind of euphoria than when you were on your own, pulling Yoongi close, kissing him deeply, breathing hard.

“Y… Yoongi…”

“Was it nice?” he murmured. “Was I what you needed?”

“Yeah…” You kissed his soft lips again, semi-breathless. “I–” The wave of guilt came now, your words dropping, brows furrowing, a sharp pang in your chest. Rising, rising. Panic. Yoongi lowered his head, black hair and soft pointed ear rubbing against your eyebrow, nuzzling your cheek. Once. Twice. Again, headbutting you lightly, smoothing the worry away from your forehead, a small laugh bubbling from your throat.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled, patting his arm, smoothing out the wrinkles you had made while furiously humping him. Your eye caught the dark mark now on one of his thighs. Welp. You lasted less than ten minutes.

Pink pajama Yoongi was dangerous.

“You liked this,” he mumbled. “When you were upset.”

You chuckled, instinctively reaching up and caressing his velvety ear. “You were a little smaller then.”

“Only a little.”

He slowed until he came to a full stop, dark eye staring into yours, cheek to cheek.

“I have to look after you, my clumsy human.”

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part iv

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[adventures-in-a-world-of-fiction]

The Leverage/Stargate fic I’ll probably never write

I have an idea for a Leverage/Stargate crossover fic but no drive to actually write it. So I’m going to lay down the plot summary of the story that exists in my head. If anyone wants to take some or all of this idea and flesh it out into a full story, you’re welcome to it.

AU!Eliot Spencer went to work for Stargate Command early on in its existence and has been there ever since. He's extremely good at his job but in a ruthless way that has everyone at best wary of him and at worst terrified. He's the guy you send on the most dangerous missions, but he's also the guy you send when you want something awful doing without any questions asked.

The Goa'uld have put a bomb in a child and killing the child is the only way to stop it going off and killing thousands? Eliot Spencer is your guy. The megadeathray gun is surrounded by slaves as human shields? Eliot Spencer is the guy who will blow it up while everyone else is busy arguing about whether there's a better way. Need someone to headshot a Goa'uld and not care about the innocent host? He's the guy who will pull the lever on your trolley problem while everyone else is still arguing the ethical ramifications.

They keep him around because he is really good at his job but also because everything he does is technically for the greater good and you can see the logic in shooting the guy with the alien virus before he can spread it and cause a plague but still, you'd think the guy would show a little remorse about shooting an innocent person in the head. So he doesn't really have friends in the SGC just reluctant allies, but he's doing good and saving the world in his own, violent way.

But then one of the science teams discover something that's giving off the same sort of energy readings as the quantum mirror and Eliot is there to act as bodyguard/escort to the scientists. They bring the shiny, aliens toys back through the Gate but then something gets activated by accident, zapping Eliot, and then suddenly canon!Eliot is there in the base, with an apron and a wooden spoon because he was in the middle of cooking dinner.

Naturally, he's immediately on the offensive because he's apparently been kidnapped and these people are all in military uniform, so he starts fighting and takes down six marines with a wooden spoon but then AU!Eliot is there fighting him and they're evenly matched. Neither can get an upper hand and they only stop when someone shoots them both with a zat while they're locked in combat and knocks them out.

Eliot wakes up heavily restrained and they try to explain that they think he's been pulled from a parallel universe and of course Eliot doesn't believe a word of it because it sounds like something from one of Hardison's weird TV shows, and the guy who looked like him was clearly a trick. He's scared that the other Eliot is part of some plot to get to his team and so of course he's not going to give them any sort of cooperation. Everyone else is scared of him because they know how scary their Eliot Spencer is and they don't want to get on the wrong side of him, but they need to get one of the techs to try and undo what was done, so they get one of the team to bring in the alien gizmo - and it's Hardison.

The Hardison of this world was still a computer genius and got recruited to get alien and human tech to work together. He doesn't really know Eliot because the techs tend to spend most of their time with other techs generally, but also that guy's scary. He really doesn't want to be in the same room as two of them, glaring at each other, because if their Eliot Spencer is the good version, he really doesn't want to know what the evil mirror universe Eliot Spencer is like. But he drew the short straw so he's got to come in and try to get some tech they barely understand to zap this guy back to where he came from.

Canon!Eliot recognises Hardison at once but thinks that he's here as part of a con as a rescue mission, so he pretends to have no idea who he is, but plays along. When Hardison starts explaining about parallel universes and alternate timelines and quantum mirrors, Eliot listens and pretends he might start to believe this technobabble and asks questions like he's starting to be convinced. The first test to send Eliot back to his universe doesn't work but he agrees to cooperate if Hardison keeps working to send him home, because he needs to get out of these restraints anyway if Hardison's rescue plan is to have any chance of succeeding. And the other people who are around standing guard or watching the events unfold are surprised that Eliot would believe Hardison over an alternate universe version of himself.

"Of course I don't trust me. I know me!"

But AU!Eliot knows him too and thinks that he's been convinced too easily and that this is a trick. He knows he would never be so quick to believe a total stranger and thinks that Eliot is just lying to get out of the restraints and then he'll start fighting everyone again, probably taking that tech as a hostage.

But while all this is going on, people are referring to Hardison by his real name and talking to him like he's been here for years, and canon!Eliot starts getting weirded out because Hardison would never use his real name in a con and he has a very distinctive tell when he's playing a part and he's not showing that tell now.

AU!Eliot wouldn't just announce that he doesn't think this guy is telling the truth so he beckons whatever senior officer is present over to the far corner so that they can talk quietly but he can still keep an eye on canon!Eliot and warns him about what he thinks the guy is planning. Meanwhile, Hardison is still running tests on canon!Eliot with the alien tech and now no one is close enough to overhear, so Eliot lets his hair hang in front of his face to shield his mouth from the security cameras and whispers, "Is Parker okay?"

Hardison just goes, "Who's Parker?" in a voice loud enough that everyone in the room can hear it.

"Damn it, Hardison!"

The senior office asks Hardison what happened and he repeats back exactly what Eliot said to him. That's what convinces Eliot that this is real because he knows that Hardison would never do anything to expose Parker and he wouldn't blurt something like that out in the middle of a con after all the years they've been doing this.

"You're not my Hardison, are you?"

"Your Hardison?!"

And Eliot tries to then convince them that he now believes them, even though they're more suspicious than ever because he was pretending to believe them before. Eliot just looks at Hardison and says, "I swear on your Nana's chicken, chilli caserole recipe that I won't hurt you if you let me out of these restraints."

Everyone else is really confused but Hardison is astonished because Nana's chicken chilli caserole recipe is sacred. It's a family secret, but she will only give the recipe to family members she deems worthy, meaning that only one of her foster kids has ever been told it and Hardison (who consists off gummy frogs and orange soda in every universe) has never so much glimpsed the page it's written on. It's a meal that is served on the specialest of special occasions and Nana would guard that recipe with her life.

"You know Nana's recipe?"

"I proved myself worthy at your engagement party. She gave me the recipe for the wedding."

"I'm married in your universe?!"

"Not legally." Because three-way unions aren't legal and besides, the guy they had officiate their wedding dropped out of priest school to become an insurance agent con artist, so it's not exactly official, but that's never stopped them. Hardison is still confused but thinks that maybe it wasn't legal because of gay marriage rules and this means he had an unofficial commitment ceremony to Eliot Spencer. He has to sit down while he processes this.

After some discussion, they let Eliot out of the restraints and he spends a little bit of time in the SGC while Hardison works on the tech. He talks to the alternate version of himself and suggests he take a cooking class and tells him he should get to know Hardison better because, "Once you get past the annoying surface part that makes you want to murder him, he's one of the smartest, bravest, and best people you could ever hope to meet, and half the irritating stuff he does is just to make you smile."

"And the other half?"

"He's just being irritating," but Eliot says this with a soft, caring smile that AU!Eliot hasn't seen in his reflection in a very long time and that makes him think it's worth giving it a shot.

And Eliot talks to Hardison too, telling him that he has absolute trust in his ability to work out all this alien tech stuff and get him home safely because he has people there who need him because he doesn't trust Hardison to feed himself any with more nutritional value than gummy frogs without him there to take care of him. And he convinces Hardison to take a chance on this universe's Eliot because if anyone can get past his defences, it's him. Or Parker, but she doesn't seem to be around in this universe.

And that seems like the perfect moment for Parker to appear out of a vent because she wanted to give herself a challenge breaking into a facility with more security than any museum and she's been listening in on all of this stuff as it unfolds.

So this universe's Hardison and Eliot convince the SGC guards not to shoot Parker because she has a really useful skillset, and canon!Eliot wishes them luck as he gets sent bak to his own world, where his Parker and Hardison are in the middle of tearing the criminal underworld into a million pieces to find out what happened to him.

#fic idea #fanfic prompt #not!fic #Leverage #Stargate SG-1 #fanfic