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bunchesofoats · 1 year

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When The Lights Go Out.

Feat — Ajax Petropolus x Nevermore!Reader

Contains — No Established Relationship, Mutual Pining, Besties to Lovers (Sorta Technically Yes but Not Official), Teen Substance Use, Teen Drinking, Those Stereotypical American Style Parties You See With The Red Solo Cups (Except Classier?), also Drunk Confessions

Length — ~3.5k words

Notes — These fics just keep getting longer haha ALSO! For the sake of my personal plot purposes, Rowan does not d*e at the Harvest Festival. As far as we’re concerned, it didn’t happen. ALSO! You should all know me by now: My work is done at 3 am, therefore it’s not proofread. Amen.

“You have to come to the Nightshades Harvest Party!”

You rolled your eyes at Kent’s request. Leave it to him to make the secret school society not so secret in the middle of the school quad. Divina gave him a small punch to his side before looking back at you expectantly from across the table bench.

“All I’m saying is, the last person who was a downer got kicked out. Now look at him,” Kent gave an obvious look to Rowan Laslow, who was making his way out of the overgrowing quad population due to lunch hour.

“What he’s trying to say is, you’re practically a part of the Nightshades anyway. You know the code, who’s in it, where we’re located. Everything!” Divina explained. “Plus, we’re down a member anyway.”

“Lovely to know I’m Rowan Laslow’s replacement.” You snorted. You had nothing against the guy, but the twins were really not selling the idea to you at all. In fact, you didn’t even want to go to the Jericho Harvest Festival but attendance was mandatory.

“If it was Ajax asking then you’d say yes.” Kent crossed his arms, fake pouting at you. You flicked a piece of your lunch at him, hitting him directly between his eyes. He winced, holding the bridge of his nose as Divina snickered.

“Because Ajax is my best friend, and I know he wouldn’t tell me dumb stuff to get me to go.”

“Go where?” You heard a familiar voice call behind you. Turning to find Ajax, you moved your bag for him to sit next to you.

“Nowhere. Just a totally secret school society party that you would know nothing about.” You shrugged nonchalant as he sat down with you. He let out a small scoff with a smile. The smile you had been in love with for the past 6 months despite you knowing him for over 2 years.

“Technically you’re not supposed to know about it, but I guess people can’t keep their mouths shut.” Divina immediately pointed a finger at Kent who immediately pointed one back at her.

“Says the guy who can’t keep his mouth shut either, Mr. I Know When I’m High.” You mocked him, remembering the time he admitted he was in the Nightshades to you after a particularly long session of hotboxing Xavier’s shed before he repurposed it as his own.

“As far as we’re concerned, you practically pledged that night. He was not making it back to his dorm in one piece under Principal Weems radar.” Divina raised her hands in defeat.

“If I go, will you guys stop bugging me about being in the ever so definitely-totally-super-secret-definitely-not-notorious-amongst-half-the-student-body Nightshades?” You dramatically brought the back of your hand to your forehead in fake woe. Ajax took the opportunity to steal a bit of your food, which had you quickly swat away his hand away.

“Yeah, yeah. All that and more, just come to the party. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Ajax wrapped an arm around you reassuringly, to which you just rolled your eyes before reluctantly nodding. In that moment, you could’ve sworn you saw Divina slip Kent $10 underneath the table. You couldn’t tell though, because your food was stolen yet again.

Harvest Festival.

It wasn’t a particularly cold evening in Jericho, not with all the people gathered into one area. The sounds of carnival games and buzz from normies and outcasts alike filled the air. Along with the incredibly delicious scent of cotton candy, which you definitely wanted to get a grab of when you could.

“We have to try this out next, please!” Ajax was practically dragging you to each game in attempts to try them all. The “please” was just something his mothers taught him to add to every sentence at this point with how much he was pleading. You’d have to tell them both how annoying he was next Parents Weekend.

“Jax, please, I cannot carry another giant stuffed animal. We’re gonna have to give these to Enid’s collection at this point.” You were muffled underneath the mounds of faux fur in your arms. It was hard to say no with Ajax holding your wrist so carefully despite him pulling you to another booth, especially since you were pretty much blind with all the prizes you had gotten.

He finally stopped at a booth that seemed to his liking, and you managed to find a nice spot on the ground for all your stuffed wonders to watch. The booth was definitely haphazardly thrown together, you could tell it was a scam.

“Hit three balloons in a row and you get a prize!”

You looked at Ajax, brow raised as he excitedly handed the game master his money. Your lips tugging into a downward smile, he was unbelievably dense but he also happened to be the guy you had a crush on. So who was really in their right mind here?

“Easy win, I got this!” He picked up the darts in front of him. They were absolutely sanded down to be duller than a pencil, but who was gonna notice with all the commotion going on. You watched as he threw each one by one into the 3 by 3 board holding balloons that held less than enough air to be popped. Each of them ricocheting off or completely missing the balloons.

“Nice try, young man. How about your partner over here has a go instead?” The game master wiggled his eyebrows. Your eyes widened as he said that, immediately you tried to stammer out a no but words couldn’t escape your mouth.

“Hell yeah!” Ajax handed him another $3 before pulling you close to him. Your head spun at the situation, it wasn’t like you two hadn’t made close contact before. He was constantly clingy with all his friends. Even Xavier wasn’t safe from him and he was Nevermore’s self proclaimed tortured artist. The “partner” thing definitely had you in for a loop, and Ajax didn’t even deny it.

“You know what to do, hit three to get a prize.”

You slowly picked up a dart from the table, trying hard not to think about Ajax’s hands resting on your shoulders as he cheered you on. You knew why most people didn’t win these, and it was because they never thought to throw hard enough thinking it was easy. Either that or they just couldn’t aim correctly, and you were definitely part of the latter. It’s why Xavier couldn’t let you join the Archery club, something about being a hazard to society. As far as you were concerned, most outcasts were.

You took a deep breath, focusing on the balloons and willing your wrist to move. You pinpointed as best as you could and threw haphazardly, somehow making two in a row. You could feel Ajax hold his breath as his grip on your shoulder tightened ever so slightly. You took another deep breath, aiming for the last balloon in the top right. You threw the dart, eyes closing as the dart left your fingers, awaiting the disappointing sound of the metal hitting the cork wall. It never came.

Your ears were filled with a satisfying pop, an exciting cheer of Ajax behind you, and the game master sputtering to himself. You opened your eyes, seeing your throw had made its mark. You turned to Ajax beaming, he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up in excitement. You yelped as he did, but a laugh soon replaced it.

“Alright, lovebirds, pick your prize.” The game master grit his teeth, still putting on a fake smile. You looked to Ajax expectantly, seeing what he wanted. He proceeded to turn you back around, letting you look at the prizes yourself.

“You won, fair and square. Your choice.” He whispered into your ear, your thoughts honing into his voice over the loud carnival sounds. It sent a shiver up your spine that you had to shake off. Scanning the prizes carefully, you noticed a giant snake plushie hiding amongst the large bunnies and usual game prizes. You eagerly pointed to it, and the game master begrudgingly handed it over. You thanked the man despite his attempts at scowling at you both.

“Why would you need that? You have a better one right here!” Ajax pout, one of his snakes wriggling it’s way out of his cap. You laughed before giving the small reptile a boop on its head, which had it going back into its spot in the darkness of his beanie.

“Well, this one is less likely to stone me.” You held the stuffed animal close. Ajax picked up the other stuffed prizes he had won with a sigh.

“You know I would never purposefully try to stone you.” Ajax mumbled sadly behind his stuffies, to which you grabbed his hand gently.

“I know you wouldn’t,” You reassured him. “Now do you want to attend the Nightshades party tonight or not? You did a lot of convincing just to get me to go so I’d hate to miss it.” You showed him your phone screen which lit up the time.

“Oh, shit! We’re gonna be late, Bianca’s gonna have my head for this one.” Ajax started pushing his way through the crowds. You quickly followed suit, trying to not draw too much attention. It definitely seemed like Ajax was dragging you to another game though, a lot of your classmates wide eyed at all your prizes. You spotted Enid along the way out, and quickly pulled Ajax’s hoodie to prevent him from running further.

“Enid, hey, these are for you!” Ajax understood, pouring the mass amounts of aliens and bunnie and other toys he had won into her arms. You kept your prize wrapped around your neck, wanting to keep that one for yourself.

“What?” She gasped as she had to hand Wednesday her funnel cake, the ravenette begrudgingly taking it.

“See you!” Your voice was caught in the wind as Ajax had grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his as he pulled you along. It really didn’t matter if you two were late, but Ajax always liked being early to snag some of the snacks Yoko made before everyone else could. You were definitely sure it was for when he needed munchies.

Nightshades Library.

Snap, snap!

The Edgar Allen Poe statue opened itself to you and Ajax, the metal creaking itself into placed with a final thud of the open door. Ajax allowed you in first, before stepping in himself. The doorway closed behind you two with another thud, and your senses began to fill with light music. You squinted in the darkness, seeing the dim lighting of the Nightshades library at the bottom of the steps. Slowly making your way down, you were met with all your friends already talking and eating and dancing. You two were definitely late.

“Well, well. Where were you two lovebirds?” Yoko had noticed you two first as she was closest to the stairs by the makeshift bar already preparing a few drinks.

“Someone lost track of the time because he was too excited by normie games.” You raised your hand to point at Ajax, not realizing you were still holding his hand. Immediately you slipped your hand from his, warmth enveloping your face. He took that as his cue to leave, grabbing a few snacks from Yoko and saying hello before making his way to Xavier.

“He still hasn’t picked up on it, has he?” She took a sip of her Bloody Mary, and you knew that absolutely wasn’t tomato juice filling it.

“Nope,” You grabbed a pretzel from the snack bowls, making yourself comfortable on the barstool in front of her. “But I don’t mind, it’s not like I want him to know anyway.”

“Gods, you both are dense.” You heard Kent’s voice pull up next to you.

“Honestly, Y/N, have you considered he likes you too?” And there was Divina in the other seat. Great, now you were surrounded. You huffed jokingly before greeting the two. Thankful you didn’t need to see an optometrist from how much you rolled your eyes at their idiotic quips.

“Yoko, make me a glass of whatever. I’m gonna need something if these two keep pestering me tonight.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. Kent exaggerated a gasp, mouth agape with eyes wide as if you were accusing him. You attempted to flick the pretzel you were holding at him, but unfortunately he had expected it.

“You don’t see me pestering you about the snake plushie around your neck, but please, keep accusing me.” Divina took a sip of her drink. You looked down at the stuffed prize, removing it from your neck before setting it upon the table with a boop on its nose. You smiled, remembering how Ajax had cheered you on and held you close and picked you up.

“Long Island Iced Tea.” Yoko set down a tall glass in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked at the drink before looking at her.

“You really just threw everything in here, didn’t you?” You took a sip, feeling the alcohol down your throat.

“I emphasize amateur when I say I’m a mixologist, don’t I?” She shrugged. “Now tell us about this, did he win it for you?” She poked it with a stirring stick.

“Leave Gerald alone, and no, I won it!” You shooed the stick away. All three of them winced at the name.

“Definitely seems like there’s a lot more to it than that.” Divina giggled. “Also, Gerald is a terrible name. Please pick a new one.”

“Well…” You remembered Ajax’s apathy to the game master calling you his partner, either that or he wasn’t paying attention. He didn’t deny you were, though. Thinking about it, he probably really did seem like your boyfriend to onlookers. Holding your hand 24/7, dragging you to booths, winning you prizes, not correcting the game master, the works. You just wish it were real.

You sighed deeply before taking a big swig of your drink, not caring for the burn it left. Kent and Divina gave each other a look before lifting you from your chair.

“You are going to be going through these way too quickly if we don’t do something about it.” Kent took your now empty cup away from you before handing it to Yoko. The latter stuck her tongue out at the boy before sticking it in a bin filled with other cups.

“Why don’t we get your mind off things?” Divina hummed. “How about a dance?” She spun you onto the dance floor. You couldn’t tell if you were already feeling the buzz of the alcohol or if you genuinely wanted to dance, but you swayed along to the music anyway. Bianca noticing your presence, spun to dance with you as well. It was an easy rhythm to get lost into, and you hate to admit Ajax was right about the party being fun.

The night went on for awhile, you kept switching between drinking and dancing and talking. It wasn’t very long before you were drunk, Yoko had to cut you off because you could not get back to your dorm like this. She was with you this time on the dance floor, vibing to the song that was on. You couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on you. Twisting to the beat, you turn to see Ajax eyeing you from his spot on the couch with Xavier. You practically hadn’t seen him all night, which was odd considering he’d usually dance as well. He sat with his legs open comfortably, an arm resting upon his leg as the other was brought up to take a hit of his joint. He then handed it to Xavier before puffing out the smoke in fancy rings. Maybe it was you or maybe it was the alcohol talking but he looked, to say the least, hot.

“Jax!” You called out to him from your spot on the floor. His attention turned from his conversation to you, eyes softening as his gaze met yours. Your heart skipped a beat, and well, fuck it. You were making your way over to him. Not like you could control much of your movements anyway, your brain and body were on two different hemispheres. Both working opposite of each other, but definitely somehow working because you slumped down next to Ajax.

“You seem to be having fun.” He hummed, inviting you with an open arm. He rested it around your shoulder, pulling you close as you leaned into him exhausted from dancing.

“Are you, Jax?” You reached up to hold his face with your hand. The position incredibly intimate as his face was mere centimeters from your own. For a moment, there was an unrecognizable look in his eyes. He pulled away slightly, letting out an awkward cough. Your expression twisted into a pout.

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” You tilted your head. His lips tugged into a downward smile, shaking his head no.

“I am having fun, just worried about you. Seems like you’ve had too much to drink.” Removing his arm from your shoulder, he adjusted himself to face you. You whined at the loss of contact, but he suddenly cupped your face within both his hands. Your heart skipping another beat as you stared into his mesmerizing eyes.

“You’re a bit warm, I’m going to get you some water.” You leaned your head against the back of the couch as he pulled away from you. Closing your eyes, you let your thoughts take over. Drowning out the noise, you indeed did feel warm. Had it really been the alcohol or had it been Ajax’s proximity? It was getting harder and harder to deny that you loved him more than you thought you did.

“Here,” A hand lifted your head carefully as a cold glass was brought to your lips. Your eyes fluttered open, remembering where you were. Ajax held the cup as you took sips, feeling the water begin to cool you off. He set the glass down on the table before turning his attention back to you.

“I’m thinking I should get you back to your dorm, let’s call it a night.” You could only nod your head in approval, not wanting your words to betray you. Every nerve in your body concentrated on his skin on yours, lifting you from your spot on the couch.

“I’m gonna get Y/N to back to the dorms, they’ve had too much I think.” You could only hum goodbye with a wave to your friends as Ajax dragged you up the steps. It wasn’t particularly hard to get to your dorm, but man, were you exhausted. The hard part was getting you into your bed.

“Jax, have I ever told you how much I love you?” You murmured as he was adjusting your head on your pillow. It was dim in your room, but you could see the color in his face shift. You never used such strong words like ‘love’ around him, and especially not about him. It was always “I love this ice cream” or “Jax, you’re my best friend but you’re a dumbass.” never “I love you” which surprised him.

“You’ve had too much to drink, Y/N. You’re not thinking straight.” He pulled the blanket over your figure. You grabbed the bottom of his jacket, stopping him in his tracks.

“No, I really love you.” You hiccuped. “You’re so sweet, and caring, even though you can be so dense. You always do that thing when you wrap your arm around my shoulder and give it a squeeze when you greet me that makes my heart flutter. You also have the prettiest eyes ever, so warm like I can get lost in them. I have to tell your moms how much of a good son they raised. They’re so cool for that.” If you were sober, none of these thoughts would have been vocalized, but clearly you weren’t.

Ajax stopped momentarily before reaching for your hand, removing it from his jacket and returning it to your side. He attempted to pull away, but you kept your grip on his.

“Jax, stay with me please.” You pleaded. He smiled before sitting at the side of your bed, leaning to make sure your temperature wasn’t too high with the back of his other hand.

“Why won’t you say anything back?” You breathed out, head starting to spin. The room was dim and only the moonlight illuminated you two.

“Because you are not in your right mind right now, and as much as I love you back, this should not be how this happens.” He looked at you solemnly. It was undeniable that he loved you back, but he’d rather have heard it when you were ready, not when alcohol had consumed you.

“Now, get some rest.” He gave you a small forehead kiss, you could even feel one of his snakes give you one as well. You nodded, half paying attention as you drifted off. Ajax carefully leaning every now and then to adjust your blanket or make sure you weren’t too hot.

“Jax?” You called out, to which he hummed in response.

“I never got cotton candy at the Harvest Festival.”

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fairlyang · 4 months

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Impatient 🕷️

miguel has been wanting a threesome

w/c: 2.1K

pairing: miguel o’hara x peter b parker x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. exhibitionism, public sex, threesome, established relationships, handjob, groping, edging, fucking, aftercare

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Miguel was never one to shy away from public sexual endeavors. If anything he preferred doing anything and everything sexual out in public.

And that meant everything.

It all started at the top of the ferris wheel at a carnival, he put you on your knees while he stared at the sun setting in front of him and it only progressed from there.

He had only recently come up with the grand idea of a public threesome but you had no idea who he had in mind.

You didn't have any suggestions but were absolutely down with whoever he would choose.

Then came the big day, he told you to go to an open lake that was next to the woods. When you got there you noticed there was a small part that was a bridge for cars to drive past, only would he find something just perfect.

You went down the woods until you were finally reaching the river and able to hear voices. You could hear Miguel's laugh clear as day but the second voice was unfamiliar.

At least for a few seconds before it finally took your brain to make the connection.

You went under some branches and to where the voices came from.

Miguel turned to look at you with a wide grin while he beckoned you over. You walked towards him and he snakes his arm around your waist before motioning towards your third.

"Was reminding Peter B about our first talk about this and what I had in mind and he was in before I could even finish the sentence." He explains with a smirk on his lips while Peter B just chuckles and shrugs.

"The wife doesn't mind so why not?" He answers making you chuckle.

Things escalated quick as fuck, given that Miguel had little to no patience and he's been waiting to do this all week, he took your dress off you fast, only to see you wore nothing underneath.

He and Peter were both already shirtless and in only swim trunks which were also taken off pretty quickly by your impatient hands.

Peter's cock sprung up when you slid his trunks off and it only made you salivate looking at it. Not as thick as Miguel's but it was a bit longer which was a bit surprising but you never really thought of guessing his size before.

Miguel slipped his off and then grabbed your hand, leading you to the river while Peter trailed behind you. You stepped your foot into the water and thankfully wasn't too cold

The three of you were now in the water and Miguel was leading you deeper but then stops when the water was right below your tits.

You then feel hands all over your body and Miguel pulls you in for a kiss while he and Peter started groping you. You moaned against him while you brought your hand to the side to feel Peter. Once you felt him you trailed down his stomach until you felt his cock and you started to stroke him.

You tried your hardest to focus on just stroking Peter's cock but the way Miguel was harshly kissing you, along with both of them groping your tits, it was hard to focus on one thing.

You felt a hand go down your body and you could only imagine that someone was already feeling a little impatient.

You spread your legs and Miguel pulls away only to turn you around so your ass was against his cock. You were already breathless and you turned to Peter who quickly went down and started sucking on your left nipple while Miguel squeezed them together for him.

You moaned and started grinding against Miguel making him groan in your ear. He squeezed your tits harder while Peter alternated between your nipples. "Fuck!" You cried out and laid your head back against Miguel's chest.

"Oh you like that huh baby?" Miguel murmured in your ear and you could only nod in response as one of his hands makes its way between your thighs.

You spread your legs apart and he didn't hesitate to immediately start rubbing circles against your clit. You took a deep breath in and moaned again, looking into Peter's eyes while you attempted to grind against Miguel's fingers.

He pulled away from your nipple to squeeze them himself which prompted Miguel to groan, not in annoyance but more in the fact he liked the way Peter moved his hand away.

"Such a dirty girl." Peter mumbles and blows air on your nipples, sending shivers down your spine.

"Just letting yourself get played with like this out in public hm?" He murmurs making you moan.

"Fuck yes- y-yes I love it." You moan and he licks your right nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Almost as if in a trance you couldn't look away from him and you were able to maintain a bit of eye contact until you let out cries when Miguel started to rub your clit at an unexpected faster pace. "Fuck-!"

Peter groans and sucked on them harshly now, following Miguel's lead which only had you a poor shivering mess already.

Miguel's second hand found its way around your waist, to help keep you steady, and so Peter could freely grope you however he pleased. "You sound so fucking perfect mami." Miguel whispered in your ear as he moved his fingers and teased your entrance.

"Oh god- Miguel-" you moaned and bucked your hips up.

Peter pinched your right nipple while he sucked on the left making your head spin from so much stimulation.

Finally Miguel slipped two fingers in but then slipped them back out only to add the third finger when slamming them back in. "Miguel!"

You leaned against him as he finger fucked you relentlessly, never once stopping or caring if you were caught. That was his favorite part after all.

Just the thought of someone maybe catching you guys and getting turned on? Probably one of the main reasons he loved playing with you in public.

You drew in the pervs and there was nothing he loved than making sure everyone and anyone who dared to watch knew that you were only his. The way he used you was the proof.

But this was a special occasion.

"Wrap your leg around Peter." He says and you almost didn't catch it if it weren't for the fact that Peter took a step away to help you.

You blinked and suddenly felt empty. He took his fingers out.

You poured and then did as you were told, lifting your right leg and wrapped it around his waist while he was standing right in front of you. "Atta girl." Miguel mumbles before slipping his fingers back inside and going back to fuck you again.

You cried out and leaned forward, Peter leaning his head against yours as he grabbed onto your leg tightly so you wouldn't fall. "Fuck- oh my god-!" You whimpered as Miguel's fingers were somehow fucking you harder.

It wasn't weird for Miguel to wanna do stuff while in water. He loved shower sex and nudist beaches with everything he has. So you could say he had his practice in when it came to fingering you while underwater.

But all of this did come as huge surprise for Peter. He swore up and down Miguel was not getting any action considering he never told anyone he had a girlfriend.

Until the idea came to his mind and he didn't hesitate to spilling the beans to Peter. He thought that he'd be a great candidate and that you wouldn't mind.

Luckily he was down for it otherwise it would've been awkward working with him after that. And boy did Peter love that idea.

He and MJ had an open marriage and even though she hadn't been in the mood for a threesome that didn't mean he couldn't do it without her.

So it was a no brainer for him.

Peter's eyes were filled with lust and he grew more and more eager to be able to please you himself. You let out the prettiest of moans and whimpers and it didn't help that you were doing it right in front of his face.

He wanted to be inside you to badly already, hear how you'd moan just for him, and how you'd look at him. You already looked so pretty and Miguel's only been fingering you.

He could only imagine how you'd look when you're being fucked like you're suppose to be.

And he didn't have to imagine for much longer.

Miguel pulled his fingers out of you, earning himself cries from your end which he ignored, when he told you to wrap your other leg around Peter's waist.

You shot him a glare before doing so and wrapping your arms behind Peter's neck while Peter happily carried you.

Miguel stood behind you and instructed you to lay back and against his chest. You did so, slowly moving back as he held your lower back to keep you steady as you laid your head on his chest.

Miguel then gave Peter a look and he knew it was finally time.

Peter pulled the slightest bit back away from you and grabbed his cock with one hand while the other held on to your waist. He lined himself up to your entrance but thought it was a good idea to tease you.

As if you hadn't gone through enough torture already.

But he quickly changed his mind because he lost his patience, like Miguel, and slowly slipped inside.

You gasped and closed your eyes, clasping your legs around Peter's waist so he could fit all the way. "S-shit-" you whine, feeling your legs start to slightly shake.

The edging had already taken a toll on your body and Miguel cut two orgasms right as they were about to hit. Knowing him he might make Peter pull away before you could cum.

You brought your left hand up and behind Miguel's head as he leaned in to kiss your neck as Peter started to thrust in and out.

Peter held onto your waist tightly as Miguel started leaving hickey's along your neck. "Peter-" you moaned out and felt yourself clenching against him, making the both of you moan.

"So fucking tight." He mutters and pounds into you faster making you gasp then let out cries that we're just music to both men's ears.

"Oh f-fuck-! Peter~ please don't stop." You whine and feel your eyes flutter.

Peter groaned and shook his head, "I promise I won't." He says and starts pounding into you at a relentlessly faster pace making you cry out and try to grip on to Miguel's hair.

The water was splashing even more now and you could feel it hit your tits with every thrust. Miguel held you still with one hand before moving his hand up and started squeezing your right breast with the other one. He was then pinching your nipple overwhelming all your senses on purpose, of course.

"Fuck! Feels so good Peter." You moan and open your eyes again to see him with water dripping down his body and his face glowing red.

"Please, please fuck me harder." You plead and look up into his eyes.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, you just looked so gorgeous and he couldn't get enough of you. He did as you asked, without another word, and looked right back at you as he did.

His hips were now meeting yours and he was hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. His grip on your waist never budged and he maintained eye contact while you moaned for him and also trying you best to keep the eye contact.

"Peter—!" You whimpered and lifted yourself up a bit higher because your legs were giving up on you.

Both men saw this and did everything in their power to make sure you were secure and not able to fall at all. Miguel's strong arms held up your upper body while Peter grabbed onto your thighs.

Suddenly that all too familiar in your abdomen built up fast and quickly hit you like a load of trucks. Your entire body started shaking while you let out strings of moan and cries, as Peter let you ride out your high.

He slowed down and you began trying to calm your breathing down while they both began giving you sweet words and praises.

"Did so good baby."

"You were perfect."

You hummed and closed your eyes, relaxing into Miguel's arms before feeling Peter slowly pull out. You whine when he pulled out all the way but he ignored it.

He place you down then came close to you, cupping your cheeks before giving you a few pecks on the lips. Miguel hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist while he kissed your shoulder and murmured more praises. "You did so good for us mami." He whispers in your ear and you hum while gently kissing Peter back.

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anki-of-beleriand · 11 months

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Do not hesitate

Summary: After two years of relationship you and Wanda finally got on a well-deserved holidays. You have plans, but at some point you get sidetracked and she has to redirect you where she wants you to be.

Pairing: Wanda/Female!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff, suggestive themes and reader being foolish.

Author's note: This particular story was born out of something and someone I met recently. I dedicated this story to her even though I know she would never read it and it is part of those unrequired love stories we sometimes found around.

Since I wanted it out there, I changed the name to that of Wanda because R and Wanda deserve a hapy ending.

Do not hesitate

The first thing you noticed were the heavy drops of cold rain hitting the glass of your window.

The lady in the PA was informing the rest of the passengers of the oncoming arrival to the Stazione di Venezia Santa Lucia. There was a shiver of anticipation running down your body, your eyes turned directly to the window to see the silver waters of the lagoon that has surrounded the City of Bridges ever since it was established by the time Rome was still an Empire.

Your eyes followed the sweet movement of the water, the sight of boats and poles all through the waters leading to the city that had been hidden behind the rain and the fog of the early morning of February. Your heart beating with anticipation, the train travelling down the bridge getting closer and closer to its final destination.

“You look like a child that has never seen the sea before.” The sweet voice of Wanda called your attention, her eyes gleaming amusedly while her lips drew that smile that had always made you forget your own name.

“I have never seen such a sight before.” You replied without losing the smile, her hand wrapped tenderly around yours and you had to wonder how it was possible that with the smallest of gestures from her part your heart still leaped with affection.

“You have seen this before, doofus.” She snorted when you placed a hand on your chest, the faux offensive gesture made her snigger while shaking her head.

“Excuse me, but every time I am here, it is as if it was the first time…” You turned to the window once more, this time around the different buildings and the station are starting to fill the imagery. “I love coming here, you know?”

Her features softened lightly, and without you even noticing her eyes took a closer look at your frame. The tug on your hand made you turn, and soon you found yourself being kissed with tenderness. You couldn’t help it but leaned in and kissing her back, last time you were in Venice life had been different and your sister had been your only company.

Now, looking into deep brown eyes, you have to wonder how you got so lucky in life to be here with the one woman you never thought you would find.

She rolled her eyes poking playfully at your head before standing up, her hand still pretty much wrapped around yours.

“Sometimes, you think loudly, and you think too much. Let’s move it, it is raining, and I hope you can prepare me a warm bath before going out into the city.”

“God, have you always been this bossy before?” You chuckled wincing playfully at her light punch on your shoulder, both of you lowering the bags from the overhead rack.

“If I remember correctly, you fell in love with my bossiness.” Her smugness could be read in her face, she winked at you, and you just snorted following her out of the car knowing she was right.

She was always right.

The city of Venice was a world of its own creation.

The streets were made of stone, and the edifications spoke of a past that reverberated in the present while the tourists and the locals filled out the streets in the midst of a rainy morning in February. The sound of music and laughter mixed with the conversation and the preparation for the Carnival that would start the next day.

“This is amazing.” The overwhelmed statement was followed by a beaming smile while her eyes swept around the plaza leading to the Rialto Bridge. “You can actually see everyone is getting ready for the Carnival. But those masks must be expensive at this time of the year, right?”

You broke your stance, glancing around while covering the flush of embarrassment in your cheeks. She almost caught you staring, your heart breaking through your chest when you grabbed your hand trying to get your attention.

“Did you hear me? Or where you checking out the group over there?” Her teasing was quite obvious, and she pointed with her head a group of young women all talking animatedly in a corner.

You opened your eyes shaking your head, but she just chuckled shrugging while glancing back at them then at you.

“It’s okay if you were watching, you know? They’re quite attractive, the brunette one seems to be your type.”

“Why do you think she is my type?” You sputtered glancing at the young woman she was mentioning.

The woman was beautiful, soft features adorned with wavy, light brown locks and a huge smile breaking into her face. You blinked a couple of times, she looked taller than you and her body was of average build.

“You’re staring again.” She mumbled looking away while giving her back at you.

There was a single moment in which something changed around you, there was a tension you were not sure where was it coming from. Wanda walked away to one of the stores glancing at the merchandise, her eyes trying to focus on the articles inside the store instead of your reflection. You approached her placing a hand on her shoulder, after a moment she turned to you and her eyes had a hardened glint with a stretch of her lips.

“I wasn’t staring at them before you mentioned them.” You clarify, furrowing your words knowing that your explanations were not necessary but having the need to make sure she knew you had eyes for no one that wasn’t her. “Are you jealous?”

It was a simple question, but one that made you think this was something that had never happened before. Jealousy had not been part of your life for quite some time, for everyone it was quite obvious you were smitten by the woman standing before you. And while you might feel it from time to time, it had been quite innocent leaving as suddenly as it had come.

But she…she had never been vocal about those emotions.

Now, though…

She clenched her jaw looking away, pursing her lips while trying to focus her attention on the closest store.

“Should I be?” She replied harshly, her cheeks burning lightly at the simple show of weakness.

If there was something you had learned in the time you two had gotten to know one another, it was that she hated to be this vulnerable. She was a logical person, certain emotions were natural but should not transcend the scope of her own brief moments of weakness. She knew who she was, what she had, and her place in the world.

This didn’t mean she didn’t hesitate…or that, from time to time, she didn’t wonder…she didn’t question herself…

The main difference between you and her was that you wore your heart on your sleeve, while she hid it from everyone. Sometimes, including herself.

You chuckled, then broke into a fit of giggles that were your worst decision at the moment.

Her eyes opened wide, lifting her chin to the sky she turned around and started walking away.

You chuckled some more sprinting towards her, your hand on her shoulder only to have her reject your touch. You winced, laughing had been a bad thing to do when she was being this vulnerable. But you couldn’t help it. Really.

“Wait, wait…love…”

“What?” She stopped death on her tracks facing you until you had to stopped yourself from crashing against her.

Her face was a mask of emotionless danger, her eyes gleaming dangerously at you but otherwise there was no other indication that told you she was ready for you to continue with the laughter. You gulped lifting your hands in a gesture of peace.

“Did you know that you are kinda cute when angry and jealous?”

She rolled her eyes, huffing before walking away again.

You chuckled shaking your head, you knew you would pay dearly for that. But she did look cute, and it was the first time after two years of relationship that something like this happened, so better take advantage of that.

Wanda reached the bridge just in time for you to wrap your arms around her waist. You smiled placing a kiss on her cheek, the tension on her body was an indication she was still mad but not indifferent to your proximity. You kissed her cheek again nuzzling your nose on her neck.

“Did you know I’m so in love with you that I was actually checking you out and imagine what my life would be like if I have never met you?” You whispered in her ear, your lips drawing a smirk at her shiver and the intake of breath when your breath and lips teased her ear.

“You know you can’t talk your way out of your idiocy?” She replied though didn’t make any attempt to get away from you.

You took that gesture as a victory on your part, stepping away a little you wrapped your hand around hers walking down the bridge with a huge smile on your face. This trip couldn’t be any better, your eyes glancing around the place before putting her closer to you.

“I know you think my idiocy is cute from time to time.” You replied, tilting your head putting her closer to you. “And, I’m not talking my way out of this…I was really looking at you. You are looking beautiful today.”

She tried to hold back her smile. Once more she rolled her eyes but this time around, she leaned in pecking your lips.

“You better take me someplace nice, and I will think about rewarding you for such a sweet talk.”

The first day in Venice was filled with long walks down the streets and small talk in between.

It was quite curious how even after all this time, small talk about work and life could happen in such a natural way. The rain had not stopped all through the day, and the cold had been almost unbearable if it wasn’t for your clothes and the tea and coffee you both consume all through the day stroll. Night had fallen by the time you reached the shores of Saint Mark’s Square; the yellow lights surrounding the place alongside the fog took you back in time. The stories about vampires and ghouls at the tip of your tongue, but the woman walking beside you was not someone that would enjoy such folklore stories at the moment.

“Are you alright?” You finally asked, your brows knitted together in concern at her shiver.

“I’m tired, and cold.” She mumbled, though she offered a weak smile. “But I know you want to walk in this weather we could…”

You cup her cheeks in your hands, leaning in to place a kiss on her forehead before placing your scarf around her neck.

“We could go back to the AirBnB and get a warm bath, something to eat and watch some TV while I give you a nice massage and get ready for tomorrow.” You wrapped your arms around her, whatever form of protests she was going to manifest cut short by your lips placing themselves on hers.

“But…” She chuckled when you kissed her again, and again whenever she tried to speak. “Let me talk!”

“Okay, Lyubov’, go ahead.” She crunched up her nose at your nickname for her, but didn’t make any attempt to walk away from you.

“I know that you are dying to see the creepiest places in here while in this weather, and that you wanted to keep strolling around…” She tried to make a point, though by the look on your face she knew she had failed.

“You really look tired, and you look cold.” The sound of chatter surrounded the both of you, the lights were enough to make of this a scene pulled out of a movie. “Let’s go back, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and so one will be another day.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

The room was warm, and the sound of the TV filled the room in a sweet lullaby she enjoyed for a moment before succumbing to the sweet embrace of sleep. Your heart soared with affection at the sight of her face completely relaxed, with a tiny smile and her hands wrapped tightly around your pillow.

The day had been long, and both of you had walked enough to feel a pulsating pain in your feet. Putting your pjs’ on, you sneaked inside the blankets putting another pillow under your head. A single hand lifted to brush away some strand locks from her face, you placed a kiss on her forehead while your eyes drifted to your backpack.

This trip was the first one you two decided to make as a couple.

A lot of things had happened in between, and now that life seemed to be getting easier you had come to an important decision for yourself and her. Your friends had been asking non-stop about this, and you had been evading their comments up until the time you popped the question. So far, you had been a coward…

The ring you had bought for her was still in the backpack, waiting for you to dare and take that step forward.

The fear of rejection had been so latent that you hadn’t dared to do much. And the object had been always travelling with you, everywhere.

The screen on your phone came to life with the notification of a new message. You chuckled rolling your eyes when you saw the name on the screen, as soon as you opened the message the name of one of your best friends popped out. He had been the first one you revealed your intentions, and he had been with you when you chose the ring; you knew he was dying to tell this secret to everyone, mainly because of this kind of news he could not keep a secret.

His message was clear, and you knew he would be mad as soon as you answered him.

You better tell me you already pop the question, or I’m going to explode over here!

You pursed your lips, your fingers moving through the keypad of the phone. You waited, until you saw the Typing message and moments later his answer came in.

You have to do it! Why are you stalling on this? Are you having second thoughts?

‘What if she says no?’ You answer almost immediately, Wanda stirred in her sleep turning towards you, the pillow forgotten to let her arm sneak around your midsection. When your eyes went back to the screen, he had the answer you been playing with at the back of your mind.

Stop doubting yourself, and her! I expect good news soon!

The conversation died there, and you glanced at the phone for a long time before putting the object away and snuggling into the bed.

Tomorrow will be a new day.

But nothing happened the next day, or the day after that.

In fact, four days letter the trip to Venice was about to end and you hadn’t been able to give the final step.

It didn’t matter.

A part of you convinced itself that, in reality, the final question didn’t matter as long as you could hear her laugh and enjoyed her time walking down the streets of Venice while meeting different places inside The Serenissima. She was just as excited as you to visit the library of Acqua Alta, and while you distracted yourself with the local cat she was right inside reading the many titles adorning the narrow space inside the local. It was a paradise, the place itself was decorated with the spirit of the city and the water could be seen on the floor of the establishment while the low tone of conversation made you think of a library more so than a store.

The gondola holding books of history about the city made for the perfect decoration alongside the damage books on the small yard in one of the entrances. The place had its magic embedded in the spirit of books, secrets that only those fortunate enough could unfold while grabbing the right book.

You left the store with five of them.

She left with only two.

Without her knowledge, your footsteps lead you to the former church of San Barnaba. Your childish smile made her give in when you ran around the plaza while talking about Indiana Jones and the beautiful scenes filmed in the old library of the city. Wanda would follow you while listening to your non-stop babbling, and whenever it was time for you to be quiet, she would talk about her experiences and her thoughts, she would bring over facts while also possibilities.

Neither one of you said it out loud, but the both of you always thought about the obvious differences between you two. Everyone was always mentioning this, the logical and organized side of Wanda, how methodical she was and how hardworking she turned out to be. Her spirit to always be a perfectionist never leaving anything to chance but trying to control up until the last detail of the situation so the results would be what she expected them to be. She always had a plan, even when everything seemed to be alright, there was always something else she had under her sleeve to save the situation.

You were a force to be racon with.

You went right ahead with passion, and without thinking up too much of the consequences. Sometimes, you plan ahead, some others you just improvise and pray for the best result. Whether it was because you had a lucky star above your head, or because you were good at what you did, in the end you could always get the best of every situation. Even while walking around the streets of Italy, and while everything had been planned and put up in a planner and a schedule, you would come up with the most unthinkable ideas and improvise the best situations Wanda had experienced during the trip.

The both of you were so different that at some point you complemented one another.

Some said that was good, that you two would endure.

Some others said it wouldn’t last. She would get tired, and you would mess up.

There was no sun that day, and the grey clouds glided right above your head with the same wind that brought the salty aroma of the Adriatic Sea. Her hand never left yours, and her excited chatter brought a smile to your face while she talked excitedly of the piece of history, she had read for you.

“So according to tradition this bridge was for some rival gangs to fight over, and the winner was the one that threw the other to the canal. Which is the reason why this is call the Bridge of Fists.” She crunched up her nose leaning in to see the green waters down below before turning to you. “Which, let me tell you doesn’t look sanitary at all at this time, I can’t even imagine how awful must have been in the Sixteenth century.”

“Oh, imagine the smell, the appearance…the rats!”

She shivered making a face while you laughed at that, “you’re imagine it, aren’t’ you?”

“Of course, I am! Look at these waters right now!” She exclaimed waving her hands away while pointing at the waters of the canal. “They don’t look that sanitary at all, and according to some these are still one of the most contaminated waters in the world.”

“Yet this is the most beautiful and romantic city in the world!” You exclaimed wrapping your arms around her, she chuckled as you pressed her against the rails of the bridge.

“Wanna go to the Plaza and visit the Bridge of Sighs?”

“Why do you like that place so much?” She would never say it, but the stories you two had heard from one of the guides a couple of days ago still made her shiver.

You shrugged lifting your face to the sky, it was past midday and soon the afternoon cold would bring with it another fit of fog to the bay. You knew you enjoyed the sight of the open sea alongside the Lagoon and the entrance the Grand Canal. At this time of the day, the water would start lapping at the shore while still holding back and the lion in the plaza would stand with pride under the yellowish light of the lamps.

“It’s just magical, you know? But okay, it’s not so much the bridge but its location.”

“You mean the Saint Mark’s Square?” She tilted her head nodding, it was a nice sight but your eyes were just shining with something strange in them.

“Well, yes but…”

Wanda narrowed her eyes at you, the way you were fidgeting was a sign that you were hiding something from her. She just needed to know what exactly it was and how it was going to affect her and the itinerary she had prepared for that day.

“What have you planned?” Her tone of voice was between exasperate and amused.

You made a face lifting your right hand and pointing to the general direction of the square and the Grand Canal.

“There is a place that I want to show you, and it seems to be the right time to do so.” You shrugged stepping back, your hands on your pockets and your head hanging to the side. “If you want to, of course.”

All of a sudden, the small box hidden in your pocket was made unbelievably heavy and your hands started sweating while your heart was threatening to leave your chest. Her brown eyes, vibrant and full of questions pinned you to the spot, but instead of looking angry or really upset, she merely softened her stare and the warmth inside them made your soul shiver.

“Today is your lucky day, Mrs. Firenze.” You snorted at the nickname shaking your head while offering a grin.

“I hope not only the day, but the night as well.” You winked at her, and Wanda just laughed walking down the bridge shaking her head.

“That depends on this surprised, perhaps you will be lucky before we get home.”

You stood there with your mouth hanging open, your eyes following her frame before you shook your head.

“You mean, I can get lucky in one of the alleys?”

“You never know!” She replied waiting for you in the distance.

You knew it would never happen, at least not unless she was really into getting down and dirty in public. And it would never happen because whenever you were with her in a sexual way, you loved the fact you could take your time with her until the both of you were to spend to do nothing else but sleep into each other arms.

By the time you two arrived at your destination, night was already fallen.

Your jacket was tightly pressed against her frame, protecting her from the cold and the drizzle of the afternoon. Just as you predicted, the fog was filling out the bay gliding inside the Grand Canal and the city slowly but surely.

Punta Della Dogana was the triangular formation were the Grand Canal and the Giudecca Canal met. The wind was stronger here, the place was almost empty as many of the tourist coming to this part of the city would go directly to the museum and admired the contemporary art pieces instead of the sight of silver waters with a hidden sun and cold colours illuminating the sky.

Wanda loved it, though.

Even through the cold, she stood at the edge of the piazza admiring the boats coming into the harbour and entering the Grand Canal. She pointed to the far away islands, and the possibility of what was beyond the poles in the water. You wished you could focus your attention to the open sea, and the lights starting to create a mystical sight at the other end of the canal.

But your eyes were on her.

Her sharp features, softened only by the excitement of her smile and the brightness of her brown eyes. Her hair falling wildly on her back, and her body covered with two jackets, and white tennis that made sure she was completely protected from the cold of the afternoon. The sight of her usually stopped your heart, and made your breath caught in your throat. She was like a dream, and a part of you would always be afraid to lose her.

There was a single pole light standing right at the very edge of the land, the light twinkled for a few seconds before it turned on completely. The yellowish light fell upon her frame, and your heart stopped beating for a moment, this time around you came closer to her but it was her the first one to make contact.

Her hand was cold against yours, your eyebrows knitted together while you wrapped her hands in yours.

“You’re cold.” You whispered, she shrugged stepping closer to you.

“This is amazing.” She whispered back, and it was as if you two were sharing a secret. The sounds of random conversations filled in the space and you could feel the eyes of some of the people in the plaza on you.

“So, I will get lucky?” You wriggled your eyebrows playfully, and she couldn’t help it. She started laughing snuggling closer to you.

“Yeah, you deserve to get happy wherever you want.” The sultry tone of her proposal made you shivered, your arms wrapped around her and you glance at the sea and the sky watching as the night fall around the world, and the temperature dropped slowly.

The sound of the waves hitting the stone and the shore soothe over the hushed conversation around you, the lights of the city made it possible to see a beacon of possibilities from the darkened sea. There was something mystical about this world, and this moment; Wanda lifted her face and you found yourself looking into her eyes.

“You got silent all of a sudden, are you alright?” She was looking concern, you snorted shaking your head placing a light kiss on her lips.

“That was quiet doesn’t mean I am not okay, perhaps I was trying to choose the place I want to have my naughty way with you.”

You opened your eyes taken aback by the soft blush on her cheeks, she lowered her gaze and the bashful sight of a smile on her lips almost stopped your heart.

“And, have you chosen?”

You laughed stepping back for a moment, disbelief touching your features.

“Of course, I have! The AirBnB, Mrs. Venice.” You winked at her trying to use the same kind of nickname she used early with you, the name of the cities either one of you had chosen to visit on this trip. “I want you all to myself, so I will need you expose and begging.”

“You wish.” She replied slapping your arm playfully. “Last time, it was you who beg.”

“Shh, that’s a secret.”

She chuckled stepping back into your arms, this time around with her back against your chest, your arms wrapped around her waist glancing into the distance.

“This is really beautiful. Thank you.”

You nodded but said nothing else.

Your lips were near her ear, your warm breath making her shiver.

Biting your lower lip, trembling lightly you opened your mouth and closed it again. Then you closed your eyes and she was the one talking at first.

“I never thought I will be here with you.” Her voice was soft, full of memories and something else you couldn’t pinpoint. “It was kind of difficult to imagine myself with someone like you.”

“Aw, baby you’re so romantic.” The sarcasm was not missed by her, she tilted her head to give you a glance, you pressed your lips together letting her talk.

“I just mean…this has been different, surprising. And I love it.” She leaned back her head falling on your right shoulder. “I love you. I really do, and I’m just glad we haven’t’ complicated things with formalities and foolishness, just enjoying one another.”

Her words pierced your heart with a cold, sharp blade. You looked away from her, and your body tensed lightly while she continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love living with you but…just you and me without any formalities, or labels.” She pursed her lips, turning in your arms. “You know what I mean, right?”

You were caught of guard, nodding like a fool while smiling weakly at her.

“Totally.” She scratched the back of your head, trying to forget the silver ring made with a turquoise stone only for her. “I mean, marriage and other such titles complicate things, right?”

Your question carried with it the weight of your intentions; you gauged her expression and it seemed as if you had said the right thing. She nodded eagerly without missing her content expression, she went back into your arms glancing around the coast with your heart breaking a little.

The ring in your pocket never forgotten.

Winter in Venice was a chance to walk in the dark during the early hours of a Friday morning.

The watch on your wrist showed the 6 a.m. time, but the sky outside the window of your AirBnB was completely dark. The sight before you were that of the canal’s waters calmly lapping the stone edifications, the lights on the windows told you there were more people waking up at such an hour getting ready for the day.

Inside the room you could spot the black cloak with a hoodie you had chosen for your costume, the colombina nera venetian mask, and the black cane that would complement the attire. Your lips curled into a subtle smile, you had chosen the appearance of an Eighteenth-Century gentleman, while Wanda had kept her own clothes a secret from you. After almost two hours of her kicking you out of the room you were highly curious as to what she was going to wear that day, your stomach tingling in anticipation while your imagination ran rampant with the many scenarios you were capable of creating in the solitude of the living room.

As it was your custom, you favour black and silver as the colours for your garments.

For a long time, you admire those black trousers rolled up to the knees and the black tights covering the legs. The black waistcoat finished with silver braids had been a surprised, and the contrasts of these materials with the white shirt you wore underneath with the cuff lacing and lace jabot gave it a Renaissance tone that only made you chuckled at the possibility. The shoes, black and silver buckles and the black gloves were just a complementary accessory you indulged yourself with, much like the tricorn hat, the black cloak, and the black stick.

You chuckled when you remembered the options you put on the table to Wanda. Either was that or the Plague doctor. The Eighteenth-century gentleman look won in the end.

The silence inside the room became almost unbearable for a moment, the distraction dressing up and thinking about the Carnivale was not enough to make you forget the day before and the missing opportunity for the proposal.

The ring was, for the very first time ever, forgotten inside your backpack.

Once you two had arrived to the flat, your torture yourself with thoughts of what could have been and what would never be. You always assumed that Wanda would like to get married; that perhaps her past experience was not enough to deter her from trying to join her life with another. Then again, she had sworn herself to never be in another relationship and, here she was with you after two years.

Marriage though, was another thing.

Something you thought…well…

It was foolish, really.

Getting married didn’t mean you two would be forever, or even happy. It was just a title that many used as an excuse to not be alone, and she had been right, you two were just fine the way you were. There was no need for a ring, or a ceremony…

You shook your head going towards the mirror while putting your hair in a ponytail. The door of the room opening and her voice reaching out to you.

“Okay, don’t laugh and please be honest because I feel foolish.”

“I won’t laugh…I mean you didn’t…” You trailed off as soon as you turned to her.

It was as if the world had stopped completely and it was only her and you.

She had light make-up on her face, the hair had been pulled up in a half ponytail with her light brown locks falling in waves on her back. She had chosen a baby blue and grey courtesan dress that contrasted with her white skin and the pink on her cheeks. There was something adorable in the way her face broke into a bashful smile, her eyes gleaming mischievously as the settle on you while she chewed on her lower lip while playing with the fan in her hand.

“Well? What do you think?”

The bodice squeezed up her torso, highlighting her chest and her slim figure. The low neckline showed off her neck and collarbone, letting you see the softness of her skin while the sleeves fell down her arms to her hands decorated with white gloves. The gown was divided in two skirts, one that would cover the outer side of the gown, and the second one that would fall freely around her legs and the small high heels she had chosen for herself. She too had rented a cloak, dark blue, with a tricorn had of the same colour and the colombina cigno mask.

“You…” You trailed off shaking your head before approaching her taking her hands in yours while bowing your head in a dramatic way. “You look beautiful, Signora.”

She snorted looking away rather embarrassed, her cheeks burning brightly under your gaze and sincerity. You leaning nuzzling her neck and placing soft, featherlike kisses on her skin, your lips teasing her earlobe.

“You really look beautiful.” You whispered, the intake of breath on her part was all you needed to know you had affected her.

“We better get going, or all this time dressing up is going to go to hell.” She replied huskily, her eyes burning into yours.

You chuckled raising a single eyebrow at her, “why? What happened?”

“You’re gonna pay for that, you know that, right?” She replied playfully just as you put on your cloak, the mask fitting on your face just as you opened the door and placed your hat on your head.

“I don’t care as long as it is with you, Wanda.”

Even if the light of the morning had not shown by the time you left the house, the streets of Venice were full of people dressed up and ready to enjoy what The Serenissima would bring during the Carnival. It had been a dream for you to come to the city while dressing up and wearing a mask, getting lost in a world that would sometimes get lost in the best of the past and the present.

You could hear the laughter, the greetings from the locals and the admiration your outfit and hers awoke in some of the passersby. The sky started clearing up b the time you two reached the Saint Mark’s Square, you helped her up the flood ramps positioned all through the streets. The water still covering the stone of the Square, while people filled out the place wearing plastic boots.

“We didn’t think about this.” Wanda commented wincing lightly when she almost fell from the ramp.

Your arm wrapped protectively around her waist, winking at her you lift the cane in your hand offering it to her.

“My dear lady, I wouldn’t oppose to you carrying this stick if it will assure your safety during this trip.”

Her laughter was everything you needed at the moment; she slapped you playfully on your arm shaking her head while grabbing your hand.

“I prefer your hand, that stick is better off with you.” She rolled her eyes at your obvious innuendo behind the wriggling of eyebrows. “Stop your dirty mind there, doofus.”

“But you love my dirty mind!” You whined walking alongside her to the other end of the square, passing right in front of Saint Marks.

The Lagoon was cover with dark blue waters, and the light was sneaking inside the clouds and the sky bringing with it the morning mist. The daybreak was gold and red, cold winds brushed against your skin, though for the very first time Wanda and you could enjoy the breaking of the morning sun in a world that was breathing celebration.

The sound of laughter was followed by music.

Violins and drums, the screams and singing from a group of youngsters made you turned to the group that was lifting up a small scenario near the harbour. Many tourists approached the group hearing the stories and the songs while the day in Venice started with a bang.

You had been to many parties all through your life.

The world you life in was full of festivals and carnivals, they were full of tradition and happiness in itself. Many of them were a cultural mark of the place you had been born to, and while a part of your heart and soul loved what they represented; never before had you been in such a celebration.

For venetians this was part of their identity.

History stated this started around the year 1169, after the Venetian Republic won a war against Ulrico di Treven. The story itself became a legend, and the celebration started taking different forms and meanings as time passed by. Modernity only enforced this believes and engraved in the hearts of venetians the need of celebrating each year the victory of life over dead, of fun over boredom, of passion over dullness.

Walking down the streets while observing the many people dressed up as Renaissance individuals was something that had your heart leaping with happiness. Your mind had forgotten the sadness of the day before, the possibility that this relationship you had built with your heart might crumbled under the weight of small details, of great differences of thinking.

But, just as one of your bosses had said once, the devil was in the details.

“Did you see that?” Wanda was in awed, a couple of young people had started a pantomime improvisation, their ability to catch the attention of those passersby was enough to have everyone waiting for the next act.

Wanda grabbed your hand, leaning forward she laughed alongside the audience when one woman and a man crashed comically in an explosion of confetti and blue smoke. Magic and theatrics was the main component of these presentations, and soon many were giving away the price they put to such entertainment.

Your lips broke into a content grin, Wanda stood up walking towards the closest mime while placing a single note. You observed her from afar, your expression falling while you thought of the uncertainty that had grown inside your heart.

“Everything okay, baby?” Her hand cupped your cheek, the mask covered the upper side of her face but made her eyes that much darker and mysterious.

“Yeah, I just…” You leaned into her touch and decided you didn’t need a ring…to love her the way you did.

“I think I’m beat and I need a drink.”

She didn’t look convince; she knew you enough to know something else was bothering you but for now you had focused your attention in the celebrations happening around the city to delve any further into your emotions. Either way, you wouldn’t allow it as long as there was a possibility of Wanda smiling and enjoying herself the way she was doing at the moment, your selfishness was something that exasperate her sometimes. But for now, she would indulge in your stubbornness, for she knew this was a day you had been waiting impatiently as much as she had.

“I love you.” Wanda blurted out all of a sudden, your eyes opened wide at the revelation, it wasn’t as if you didn’t know that or she hadn’t said before.

It was just that she didn’t mention it as often as you did. With a single smile she leaned in wrapping her lips against yours, the warmness of her mouth made your darker fears scattered away while the sweet taste of her was enough to fuel your soul.

“So, AirBnB or something to drink?” You wriggled your eyebrows enjoying her laughter just as she stretched her hand to help you up.

“Drink first, then we will go to Rialto Bridge to see the boats.” She declared watching her mobile, or more exactly, the itinerary. “There is a couple of things I would like to see, and that I know you will love and then, if your good, tonight…You can do whatever you want with me.”

“Damn, woman, I will hold you to that!”

Wanda winked at you; her mischievous grin was all you needed to know that night you wouldn’t get any sleep.

The waters of the Grand Canal were of a deep dark green and blue, the place had been decorated with the symbol of the Lion and the Italian flag while the shores were filled with people either dressed up as participants of the Carnival or as simple tourist. The bridged was full, you placed yourself protectively behind Wanda while putting out the phone to get ready for the pictures.

The drinks had been enough, and at the moment she was still carrying an orange juice for her, and an ice coffee for you.

“This is so exciting, though I hate there is so many people.” She all but whispered for you, you chuckled nodding.

“I know, this should be only us and those who are coming in those boats and gondolas. No need for the rest of the world.” She rolled her eyes though never contradict your version.

The music filled the canal, and the chatter died off as everyone saw the different boats approaching with the many colours that adorned the celebrations. You heard her gasp, leaning forward resting her hands on the stone rail of the bridge; she grabbed your hand and the excitement in her face was quite obvious as she started pointing around while her grin almost broke her face.

Boats decorate with the colours of the Pride flag came in, people dressed up in the most ridiculous yet amusing costumes came in greeting everyone and wishing the participants the best of lucks. The music increased and every single one of those boats had put on the same song, the same playlist that resounded into the canal mixing up with the laughter and the greetings from the rowers.

Many boats came in, some of them carrying with them the red and golden lion that represented the Republica of Venezia, and some others came in with the green, white, and red representing Italy.

“Look at that one!” You pointed to a black sailed one, filled with people dressed up as Plague doctors, behind them was another one that came in with men and women dressed up with changed roles and wearing the most beautiful dresses you had ever seen.

“They look beautiful.” Wanda commented almost pouting when one of the men dressed in a bright purple courtesan dress greeted her with a wave and a kiss from his position on the boat. You returned the gestured and he merely laughed greeting you with a swing of his fan.

For more than an hour you two observed the people rowed down the canal, many of the presents had started emptying the bridge but you and Wanda had enjoyed the show too much. The conversation grew around the organization and the tradition, how simple things such as the pandemic of 2020 could have affected such events and how people endured and continue on regardless of those issues.

By the time the last boat crossed the Bridge, it was time for a late lunch.

Wanda guided you through the narrow streets of Venezia. She had a hand on her mobile and another on you, her eyes drifting from the screen to the names on the plaques hanging by the walls, as you two walked deeper inside the alleys, you stopped hearing the sound of chattering people.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked for the tenth time, the woman in front of you grinned, shaking her head.

"Nu-uh, you have taken me to so many places, this time around is my turn." She declared with a hint of pride in her voice, you cocked your head raising your brows at her declaration.

"Did you really go all the way to find something in these streets?" the hint of surprise disbelief, she furrowed her brows at this turning to you with wrinkles around her eyes.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" Her inquired was made to question you more so than to receive an answer she already knew.

You shrugged shaking your head, “I just…I think you always surprised with the most incredible gestures, that’s all.”

She halted her rush walk, her brown eyes locking with yours for what seemed like an eternity. Whenever she got that look in her face, you knew she was analysing what you said and what you meant; but instead of showing her disapproval she just softened her features and her hand squeezed yours in a tender gesture.

“Kiss me.”

You blinked at her command, she stood there defiantly for a moment nodding towards you.

“Go on, kiss me.”

“So bossy…” You mumbled and she merely sniggered.

“You like me bossy.”

With that you couldn’t argue.

Leaning in you closed the space that separated you from her, a hand on her waist and the other holding her right hand brushing your lips against hers while feeling her warm breath against your lips. It was a featherlike touch, the sweet teasing just before you sealed the command with a searing kiss. It was as if you had never kissed her before, lips moulding to the needs of the other while the electric shock that went from the connection stirred your heard and mind warming up your limbs while she pressed tightly against yours.

At times, kissing Wanda was like fighting over dominance, it was like a game that would always bring a smile to your faces and leave the both of you breathless. Some other times, like this one, it left you two with a beating heart and a need to just exist with the other.

When you finally broke apart, your forehead rest against hers, only the mask preventing for your skin touching hers. Wanda grinned goofily nuzzling her nose with yours.

“Thank you.”

“Whatever you want, Love, you know that.”

Wanda stepped back nodding, “I know, now let’s keep going.”

You chuckled shaking your head while glancing in faux exasperation to the sky.

“So bossy.”

The sun positioned itself above your heads, and while the wind brought with it the cold breeze of the Alps, you still felt the heavy warmness of the star above your heads.

People filled out the streets, the music and the laughter accompanied you two down the road leading to the Saint Mark’s Square down to the harbour and the road leading to the tail of Venice. You had been there only once, with your sister when the adventures you shared were only shared with your family and not with the woman you had fallen in love with.

The commercial side of Venice started dying out, and these parts became of a green that still surprised you whenever your eyes fell upon them. Grass and trees decorate the streets, and the stone on these places had been renewed quite recently. People walked around wearing their everyday clothes, with just a couple of the passersby wearing the customary clothes for the Carnival.

Whenever you crossed a bridge, people would greet the both of you with a smile.

And you soon found in a different world.

This time around you had the ocean to your right, and the love of your life to your left.

The world had changed from a Renaissance era to one of contemporary forgetfulness. It was a land in which time did not pass, yet it had come in the form of peace and familiarity. The parks spread before your eyes, the silence was most welcome to your ears, and soon the loneliness became a welcoming change.

“I was trying to look for a place that could…impact you.” Wanda started talking slowly, the sound of her heels resounding in the empty streets. “I search for a good place, something tranquil for you and me. And then I came across this restaurant, and I thought that it would be the perfect place to enjoy a nice lunch with you.”

Your heart shrank at her words, the tingling in your chest spread out until there was a delicious sensation of anticipation in your abdomen.

“I know sometimes I’m hard to read, and I’m not very open with you…” She continued, taking your silence as a way to continue the conversation. “I just wanted to show you that…I have never wanted anyone beside me but you in this place. Living these adventures.”

“My, Wanda, since when are you so romantic and emotional?” You teased breaking the tension she had formed around herself, when she lifted her face to yours she was smiling bumping against your shoulder.

“I learned from the best.”

“You better!” You exclaimed shaking your head. “I have never thought you were not open, or hard to read, Wanda. I have always understood your silence, but I take what you’re saying…thank you for letting me be a part of this.”

“You better be thankful; I took most of the day looking for this place instead of working on a report I had to submit at that time.”

You laughed shaking your head, this confession only made your heart leaped with contentment. If that was true then she really had put her mind and heart into this search; there was nothing in the world that would make her procrastinate her job. Nothing and No one.

The place had been built it in a residential part of the city, it oversaw the lagoon and the entrance to the Adriatic while at the same time enjoyed the fortune of a park and trees that gave the district a livelier and more natural. In here, you could almost taste the salty texture of the sea and the coldness of the north. By the time you reached your destination, the canals and the bridges were forgotten and for the very first time you understood the nickname of the city: La Serenissima.

The restaurant ended up being a homey place with kind patrons, and not many people.

You chose a table right outside the restaurant, an old man with a passionate speech brought the menu and talk about the specials. His English was broken, and with your broken Italian the both of you enjoyed a light banter Wanda observed from afar. For her it had always been quite a sight to see you interact with people, for a person that looked shy and insecure at times, you were always ready to be the first to speak and take over conversation if the situation demanded it.

You turned to her smiling, pointing to the best dishes while also ordering their best Spritz Aperol as an opening. The lights around the local had been turned on, and the dark clouds announcing rain were approaching from the Adriatic. The conversation soon turned to work, the latest happenings and the future of your position, the gossip couldn’t be missed and as soon as food was served you two started talking about the family and friends.

There was always something to talk about, but even if you tried to make it all look natural, Wanda didn’t miss the fact you hold yourself in a very important aspect of the conversation. You never mentioned your future together.

“Do you think we are going to last?” Her question caught you by surprised and you almost choke on the piece of pizza you had just swallowed.

Wanda stood right away patting your back with a frown on her face, the concern was evident in her expression while she tried to offer you some water that you took quite grateful. After a couple of minutes, she sat down, and now it was quite evident the whole situation was amusing for her.

“Woah, I take it you don’t think we last?” Her tone had a hint of teasing in there, but her eyes were asking with seriousness for a real answer.

You shook your head placing your hand on hers, for a brief moment you thought about the ring and how this could be your chance. But the conversation of the day before, and your own insecurities stopped you from doing something foolish; instead of that, you decided to just answer with honestly.

“Never.” You stated clearing out your throat and drinking some more water. “The moment I saw you I thought you were not for me. I always thought you were perfect, like the kind of woman I had been looking for but…but could never had.”

“Love…” Wanda started but you stopped her with a gesture, the softness of your lips curling upwards told her you were talking with honesty about then and now.

“I just…I was so afraid to even ask or do something else…I didn’t want to miss my chance with you, even if I only got to be your friend.” You shrugged lowering your glance to the table remembering all those days, weeks, and months in which you broke your head trying to make sense of everything you felt for the woman sitting right next to you.

“And then, when you and I finally got together well…You are the love of my life, and I will be with you for as long as you have me, Wanda.” You finally stated shrugging. “I don’t think it will be possible for me to stop loving you in the way I do so now, if anything, I think everyday I love you even more.”

“God, you always have such a way with words.” Wanda said after a long paused, she grabbed your jabot and pushed you forward crashing her lips to yours before letting go. “You really…I think we need to pay this and go for a walk.”

You blinked confusedly at her sudden changed in attitude, afternoon was already falling and many lamp posts were starting to ignite with the yellowish lights of the night. Wanda came in after having paid for lunch, grabbing your hand you were once more dragged down the park and through the grass to the farthest corner of the city.

The sight in here was completely different.

From this part of the world, you could only see the waters of the Lagoon whole the world became a blurry line of buildings and lights. There was not a single sound that you could make, and even if there were people around the both of you were alone standing at the shore glancing the dark waters and feeling the breeze in your faces.

You admired the sight before you.

A city that had survived time and war, a place that had stood through the centuries while becoming a beacon of modernity and rebirth. Wanda stood by your side, her arms wrapping around herself while she too observed the waters of the Lagoon.

“Thank you.” You mumbled smiling softly. “This is amazing.”

“I knew you would like it.” She replied shrugging, her hand went to the purse she had been carrying around, her cheeks soon turned an interesting shade of red that made you tilted your head in curiosity.

Wanda took a deep breath and put something from her purse while turning to face you.

“Yes.” She said with her voice firm, full of conviction even though her lower lip was quivering and her hands had been fidgeting nervously.

You raised a single brow, your eyes showing the confusion you felt while you pursed your lips to the side.

“What?” You replied almost laughing when your words died in your throat, your eyes going wide open when she presented her left hand and the ring with the turquoise stone shining into the venetian afternoon.

“Yes.” You replied bouncing lightly on her feet, you opened and closed your mouth several times, frowning while taking a step back.

“How…I mean, why do you…” You started asking but unsure of what exactly you wanted from this conversation, Wanda stepped forward grabbing your hand.

“I found it in your backpack, and I knew you wanted to do this because…you’re not very subtle.” She said lowering her gaze before lifting her eyes at you, this time around the sight of unshed tears was quite visible for you.

“I never thought…You didn’t want to get married.” She said softly, and you remembered that first conversation you held with her. Your past, and your previous relationship. “And then I discover this and I…you wrote what you wanted to tell me and I realized…I wanted to surprise you. And yesterday, when I said what I said I knew I was right…you were sad, and so…and still…”

“And still, I wanted to be with you.” You mumbled understanding her reasoning. “You thought I was doing it out of commitment and not because I wanted to be with you like that.”

“Yeah.”

“Wanda, I love you. I never thought about marriage, that’s true…but with you, everything changes.” You took her left hand, your eyes on the ring. “So, you will be my wife?”

Her laughter came out with a choked sob, her arms wrapped around you and you could hear her soft voice in your ear.

“Yes, I will.”

The night finished with the both of you whispering into the night.

It was neither rushed, nor was it adventurous.

It was passionate.

With soft caresses and sweet promises, with mischievous games and subtle confessions of love.

By the time she had fallen asleep in your arms, you could not sleep. Your eyes had been focusing on the ring she had stolen from your backpack and was now wearing proudly on her finger. She was not a lover of social media, if anything, she preferred to be anonymous to the world while it was you the one posting the pictures of the trip. That day it had been her the one posting the cold afternoon sunset, and the sweet images of people having fun. It had been her the one posting the picture of the both of you dressed up for the Carnival with the mask and the hats, the smiles and the promises of the future.

The ring had been visible, but her main focused had been the promises given that day.

The pictures had been part of the promise of what the future held.

Next time, when you and her returned to Venice it would be as more than a couple.

And that, was all that matters.

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henqtic · 1 year

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morning sun . xavier thorpe x black!reader . wc: 641.

summary: spending a lazy summery morning in bed with xavier.

note: this is a love note to the summer, please hurry up i can’t stand this weather anymore

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Every day, right when the moon had started to settle into bed and the sun would take its place, Xavier would rise and watch as morning poured in through his windows.

It was beautiful to him, to watch the world wake up.

To see the birds start to fly past, hear the sound of grasshoppers rubbing their legs together and the ‘hoo-ing’ of owls. His favorite part of it all was seeing the flowers he kept on his dresser straighten themselves out and reach for the light outside.

It was different in the summer, when he was in the comfort of his room, and in the comfort of your arms— cuddled up in his bed; warm, and free of worry.

His hums were soft from above, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he filled up the quietness of his house. The rhythm of his heartbeat kept you afloat, a pretty melody flowing through the ear that pressed against his chest.

You’d gone to sleep in a comfortable position, with one of his arms holding you down gently by the small of your back, and the other occupied as his fingers wrapped around the mini twists you planned on keeping in for at least the next week.

The silk lined bonnet that once sat on your head was long gone by now, hiding somewhere in his blankets that smelled of rich vanilla and hints of whatever it was he used in all of the drawings that hung on his walls.

It would be an easy task, really, just to fake sleep and waste away the daylight in his arms.

But he always wanted to seize the day, to go to the park, or on a walk, to one of the numerous popup carnivals or even a water park you had to drive two hours to and back from.

And for the fake sleeping, he knew you better than that.

He watched with a knowing smile on his face as the sunlight trickled down from your forehead to your eyelashes. It caressed the apples of your cheeks and poured down to cover your body like a blanket. Your lips quirked upwards at his stare, into a smile you tried your best to keep down.

“So,” Xavier started, you could almost hear the smirk in his voice, “What do we plan on doing all day?”

He waited while you drew in a deep breath and hummed, feigning thought. His nails still scratched at your scalp, and his head tilted so that he could finally look you in the eyes.

You smiled at his appearance, hair all ruffled into a mess, eyes half lidded and low, and lips plump and practically calling out to be kissed.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe just stay here until the hunger becomes too much?”

“And why should we do that?”

“Because you’re my incredibly sweet, beautiful, kind, and handsome boyfriend who would make me a thousand times happier if I could just cuddle with him all day.”

"That's all I have to do to make you happy?"

You hummed.

Xavier Thorpe wasn’t built to withstand flattery, evident as a beaming smile overcame his face and he had to look up to the ceiling to conceal his laughter. If you blinked, you could miss the rose-tinted blush that brushed across his cheeks.

“So is that a yes?”

You didn't hear him say a word, but a feather light kiss found its way to you, familiar as his hand reached beneath your shirt and gently grasped your waist, keeping you pressed against him. You shifted upwards, just enough to straddle him, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He kissed around your whole face, on your hairline, between your eyes, and your nose bridge— until there was no open skin left and loud and childish giggles disrupted that previous silence.

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so-this-is-hell · 4 months

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What type of roles do each of the deadly sins have? (By roles i mean job applications just to be clear)

OH BOY HERE WE GO

Ok so note this part is where shit is a little fucky because I’m trying to iron out the sins but I have NOTES

Lucifer

Lulu is essentially the overseer of hell and the ultimate judge of things, usually you do NOT want to be presented before Lucifer because it means you fucked up so badly that not even Minos wants to judge you. This is added with their ringleader aesthetic and more trickster way of performing magic, they are the ultimate power in hell and will let you know.

Leviathan

Being the secondary power of hell, the original prisoner of the place and one who can navigate the abyss. Leviathan dips her toes in a lot of things but she’s mostly the head of weaponry and magic, as her body is essentially covered in knives. Because of this she’s the knife thrower or more finesse performer.

Mammon

Being literally named Money, he’s the economy. He runs banks, treasuries and entertainment in hell. If you see commercials in hell, it’s because of mammon. He’s mostly the buffoonery in circus (clowns, jesters, mimes), and thus he has a soft spot for clowns and jesters.

He also creates Homunculi, which takes the form of weirdly sentient robots or flesh golemns that follow orders.

Belphagor

The sleepy genius is the head of hospitals and technology, she’s the reason why there’s smart phones in hell. Granted she often has to update hell to human’s standards and gets some things wrong, which is why the internet is fucking horrendous half the time in hell… but like that’s a torture for sinners so win win? She’s also the contortionist and gymnast, considering she was born before the invention of wheel chairs she knows how to move herself around without her chair.

Beelzebub

The gluttony demon is the head of food, nothing too thrilling. Farms, food factories, and party houses where people can indulge as much as they like on empty calories and empty serotonin. Beelzebub is the acrobat and trapeze artist and often hosts parties in hell, mostly to keep the peace among the sins and try to bridge gaps.

Iblis

The Strong man of the circus and the head of transportation, he mostly oversees trains and gates and such and works with leviathan to keep gates of hell regulated. He and his wife Babel are also the creators of the species of imps, thus imps are considered a bit more revered in wrath. His ring also has fight pits and mines for coal to run the trains so yeah.

Asmodeus (spoken as one person as the job is considered for one person)

The animal tamer and breeder of hell, his job is simple. He makes potions, breed demons, make new types of demons, run the nightclubs and bars, and oversee the more feral type of demons. He also oversees political marriages, although he finds marriage dumb as hell. He’s also the one who oversees succubi, one of the only species of demon who commonly still go to earth without being summoned.

Belial

Since she’s Lucifer’s kid and the future ringmaster, her parent has made her the carnival barker of sorts. She runs limbo with Minos and Charon, overseeing souls and sorting them while also overseeing demon contracts with mortals and even making deals herself. She’s the sin that everyone considers the weakest one, since she’s the sin of betrayal and she happens to be less eager to murder than the others. But don’t let that fool you, she is still feared in hell… just not AS much.

Overall they are all rulers with their own set of retainers, armies and such.

Hell they are more akin to emperors while right under them are often 3 kings who do things to keep their stations running. Example being asmodeus has a king who can turn off the fertility of people whenever.

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totallynoteggos · 1 year

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Hey y'all here's a preview of my Mortimer x corrupted reader

TW: their is a slur for Mexicans in here (I'm Mexican/Honduran) implying reader is Mexican

Cruel laughter filled the air as a couple of women dunked the poor girl's head into the water repeatedly. “What happened to that voice of your (y/n)?? Shark got your tung?” The leader laughed as the girl being dunked sobbed. The leader crouched down to the girl's height as her friends held her head up “listen here and listen good beaner, Mortimer is mine, you hear me? MINE!” she shouted as she ripped the pearl necklace said man had given her as a birthday present only a week ago. “So how bout you go back to your little ranch and go get drunk.” she said, her tone sickeningly sweet for someone so cruel. “How 'bout you stop fucking every man in town you cheap whor-Ahggg!!” she yelled as the leader punched her in the throat. She got up from (y/n) and clicked her young and said “take her jewelry and throw her over” “w-what??” one of her friends asked. “Are you fucking deaf I said “TAKE HER JEWELRY AND THROW HER INTO THE RIVER!!” YOU DUMN FUCKING DOG!!” Not one of her friends opposed after this, they were to scare of getting thrown over themselves. They took (y/n)’s rings, necklaces, bracelets and even ripped out her bridge, septum, and lip piercing. They then bound her hands and feet to heavy cement bricks. “No NO! nononononNO please, please don't do this to me!!” (y/n) sobbed and wailed while they were doing this. “I TRUSTED YOU!!!!” she screeched at them. “To. Fucking. Bad!!!!” the leader yelled as she kicked the girl into the river, the cement blocks keeping her down, and left her to die.... “HUUUUUUU” the girl gasped as she crawled onto the shore, coughing and wheezing. She stopped at the feet of someone. She looked up and realized who it was. “H-holy shit!!” she yelped “you're the guy that made willy go insane!” the carnival master chuckles as he leans down “yes yes that was me,” he said as he gently stroked the girl's wet hair. “And you can have your revenge,” he whispered to her “revenge?” she asked intrigued. “ yes I can give you unimaginable beauty and a voice that will lure people to the depts of the rivers” he plus out a glistening sapphire, “no man, no women, no demon will be able to resist you” she reaches up to touch it and she grabs is, the stone gently resting in her hands “ all I need you to do is say yes” he said. The girl, without hesitation, agreed. “Yes” she whispered as she gazed at the gem, an overwhelming sense of euphoria and pain overtaking her. She started screeching, alerting the town, but they turned into psychotic laughter as her body changed. Her clothes were getting ripped and her legs were becoming a white tail with dark navy accents. Her teeth sharpened and her ears turned into fins. She grew claws out of previously blunt nails. Her eyes became predatory and bloodthirsty. Her skin became littered with jewels and gold and her skin had a pearly shine to it. Her hair turned a pale white giving her the appearance of a ghost. The sound of people coming to the river to investigate the screech grew close as she dived down into the inky black water. “(Y/N)!!!” People shouted looking for the girl that they just realized had disappeared. She poked her head out as she looked at her future food. Among the crowd was a man. “He's pretty..” she thought as she stared at her the man who gave her the pearl necklace. “I wonder how he tastes” she wondered smirking as she pulled herself onto a stone and began singing. Ready for the blood bath that will be the night of January 13 1978

The crew all gasped as they saw a river labeled; “river of the siren” on the map. “River of the siren? The hell is that supposed to mean?” Colleen asked leaning against Mortimer. “Wait look! Theirs more!” Ro stated as she pointed to a short paragraph.

“The siren had been betrayed by those closest to her. They had stripped of her of her beauty, stolen her love and left her to die. So the carnival master offered her unimaginable beauty in trade for her to protect the eye of posiden Find the things that they have been taken and she will help you leave or suffer the fate of the siren. Beware! For any woman she comes across will be drowned immediately!”

Joey read out.

“Damn the fuck she got against woman like girl! Your one of us!” Nakita yelled out trying to lighten the mood.

A soft humming filled the air and no one noticed......other than the man who was the only one in the search party still alive

A/N: that's all I have I spent most of my time on readers backstory💀 anyway I'm a try to finish this tomorrow

#escape the night x reader #escape the night #x reader #swtg he's so fucking hot #he looks like a model #he looks like he's into some freaky shit tbh #siren!reader #Mortimer Wilson ETN

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faulty-writes · 1 year

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iida x fem reader go to the carnival (including the rest ) and his reaction to y’all kissing on top of the ferris wheel please 💖💖

[ Ah, yes. Field trip to the carnival. I just love writing for Tenya and he gets a kiss in this one, hell yeah! This sounds super cute, I apologize for taking so long to do your request. But it's Tenya, so maybe it's worth the wait especially given how I write him. Ashido is once again acting like the wingman in this fic. I hope you enjoy. ]

"Whoo carnival!" Ashido shouted, walking alongside Katsuki, Eijirou, Hanta, and Kaminari. "I'm planning on riding the manliest rollercoaster here!" Eijirou declared with his fist raised in the air. "There's no such thing here dumbass!" Katsuki snapped.

"I hate to say it, but Bakugou may have a point," Hanta said, while Kaminari tapped his chin. "How many rides can we actually go on? Some of them are for kids," you covered your mouth, trying not to chuckle at their conversation as you passed by them.

You were walking with Uraraka, Izuku, and Tenya. "This is going to be great!" she declared excitedly. "Don't you think Y/n?" she questioned, turning to look at you with her big brown eyes. "Um..." you glanced around, feeling a little anxious because of the crowd.

Then again, you should have expected that parents would bring their children here. You were never a big fan of social events, but everyone in Class A seemed to collectively agree that they wanted to come here. Personally, you didn't see anything special about it.

"It's kind of crowded?" you replied, giving Uraraka an awkward smile. Tenya glanced at you, uncertain as to why you would make such an obvious statement. "Uh...I think Y/n is r-right...maybe we should have c-come at a later time," Izuku chimed in, being his usual shy self.

"I believe this is the ideal time of day to participate in the carnival, we have a curfew to keep, and arriving any later would result in breaking said curfew," Tenya replied just before glancing down at a small pamphlet. You furrowed your brow, leaning to the side to try and see what he was looking at.

"There are several safe and age-appropriate rides we can participate in," he paused and pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, raising his unusual-looking eyebrow when he noticed how oddly close you were to him.

"Oh heh..." you leaned back, gently bumping into Uraraka. "Sorry," you muttered before Tenya cleared his throat. "I believe it would be of use to go over the precautions I had previously-" his words came to an abrupt stop when Uraraka suddenly grabbed Izuku's wrist and proceeded to run.

"Goodbye Iida!" she shouted, waving her hand with a smile while Izuku turned red in the face. Tenya's body stiffened and he raised his hand, chopping it furiously through the air. "Do not run in a crowded area! It's quite rude to leave without properly finishing a conversation!" why did no one listen to reason?

Were rules and safety precautions not meant to be followed? It disappointed him, but this was more or less how he was always treated. "I suppose it cannot be helped," he said, folding the pamphlet up before tucking it into his pocket.

Your heart raced at the realization that you were now alone with him. You had developed feelings for Tenya recently and only you and the rest of the girls knew about it, or so you thought. On occasion, you would get paranoid believing that your feelings for him were obvious to everyone.

But, even if that were the case nobody said anything. "Y/n," came Tenya's smooth voice, causing a shiver to course down your spine. "Uh..." your mouth felt dry and you knew you couldn't possibly act normal when you were alone with him.

"Uh y-yeah!?" you exclaimed with a nervous laugh, startling him in the process. He took a step back, looking concerned and bewildered. Blinking once or twice, he leaned over and asked "Are you well?" and you mentally slapped yourself. It hadn't even been a minute and you were already making a fool of yourself.

You latched onto your lip, nodding in response. "Hm..." he leaned back up and grasped his chin, studying you for a moment. He wasn't certain why you always seemed to display such odd tendencies around him. The obvious explanation failed to come to him.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke. "I see," turning his head, he placed his hand against his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun. You looked at him confused, but quickly assumed he was looking at something in the distance.

"I believe the safest and least crowded ride would be the Ferris wheel," he said, and you took a step back. "F-Ferris wheel?" you repeated, feeling your cheeks flush at the thought. Weren't Ferris wheels usually romantic?

Tenya noticed the discoloration of your cheeks immediately. "Perhaps you would favor a drink first?" he asked, having noted that the nearest concession stand wasn't crowded. "Um, s-sure!" you replied, once again raising your voice by mistake.

But, he seemed to ignore this and nodded. "Very well, I do not believe that would alter our schedule negatively," he said, walking over to the concession stand he previously spotted and you were quick to follow. Maybe a drink would help you, or at least help your body physically cool down.

For a moment you wondered where Shoto was because you could sure make use of his ice quirk right now, but more than likely he had met up with your other classmates. This was turning more into a group trip rather than a school one. You glanced over, taking the sight of Tenya in.

'Why is he so handsome?' you thought, shifting your gaze to the sky and the few clouds that floated by. Tenya insisted on paying for your drink, although you had settled on getting water as opposed to one of the many sugary-drinks that took up a majority of the menu.

"Do you have a fear of heights or any heart conditions I am not aware of?" he asked while the two of you waited in line for the Ferris wheel. You looked at him with a furrowed brow, then again you should have expected him to ask something like that.

"Um, n-no..." you responded, yeah sometimes heights were scary but they were better when someone else was by your side. "Very well, I am glad to know that," he responded in an almost robotic way. 'Why do I like this guy again?' you thought, giving a nervous chuckle.

It was like a switch, one day he was just a normal classmate, and the next he was a love interest. Jeez, no wonder they say feelings are complicated. You were distracted from your thoughts when you heard the sound of Ashido's voice.

"Ohhh Y/n and Iida!" she called, rushing up to you with Kyoka, Momo, and Tsuyu trailing behind her. "Oh, hi Mina," you responded, somewhat thankful that she and the other girls had shown up. Ashido smiled and folded her hands behind her back.

"Is this a date?" she teased, making you blush furiously while Tenya just looked plain confused. You stepped forward, covering her mouth with your hand. She mumbled something in response and began moving her arms frantically, but you ignored this and looked at Tenya from over your shoulder.

"I'll be r-right back!" you said, dropping your hand from her mouth and grabbing her wrist to drag her away. Kyoka, Momo, and Tsuyu looked at each other with concern and were quick to follow behind you and Ashido who you dragged around the nearest corner.

"What was that about!?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips and impatiently tapping her foot against the ground. "Yeah, I've never seen you act that way before Y/n," Tsuyu said, placing her hand on your back.

"She's got a point, you haven't been so chill lately," Kyoka pointed out, twirling one of her elongated lobes around her finger. Momo nodded in agreement and approached, leaning down to be face-to-face with you.

"Why don't you tell us what's going on?" she said, leaning back and crossing her arms. "I understand that you have a crush on Iida but-" she was silenced when you hissed out "Shhh!" and glanced around in a paranoid fashion.

"Wait...you haven't told him yet?" Kyoka asked, tugging on the sleeve of your shirt. You turned to look at her, "W-well I..." Tsuyu then tugged on the back of your shirt. "Is there something wrong? Ribbit, are you afraid Iida will reject you?" Of course, you were afraid of being rejected!

Tenya was so focused on being a hero, he probably didn't even notice you had feelings for him or maybe he had and was waiting for the right moment to put you down gently or worse! He was ignoring the fact you had feelings for him until he knew they no longer existed.

Your head was beginning to hurt with all this paranoid thinking. You frowned and focused your attention on the ground, kicking a pebble. "Is it that obvious?" you asked with a slightly disgruntled voice making all four of the girl's frown. "Sorry," Tsuyu was the first to speak up.

"I didn't mean to upset you it's just..." Kyoka paused and looked at Momo who pressed her hands against her chest. She was good at giving advice when it came to academics but romance, not so much. "Uh...well..." she shifted her eyes back and forth, trying to come up with something to say.

"It's just that...there's nothing wrong with liking someone," she concluded, "Iida is very intelligent and sweet and-" her words were cut off when Ashido grabbed your shoulders and proceeded to shake you. "Kiss him already!" she demanded, making your face bright red.

"What!?" you squeaked out while Tsuyu, Kyoka, and Momo looked at her with just as much disbelief. "Um, Mina is that a good idea?" Momo asked only to have Ashido glare at her in response. "Of course, it's a good idea!" she concluded before turning back to look at you.

"The only way you're going to figure out what you really want is to go after it!" she exclaimed with a pointed finger. "The Ferris wheel is your perfect chance," she said, but the thought of kissing Tenya was more than you could bare. "B-but-" you tried to argue but Ashido shook her head.

"No buts! We'll support you, right!?" she said, referring to herself, and the three other girls. "Wait a min-" Kyoka tried to argue but was interrupted by Ashido who threw her arms around each of them, pulling them close in somewhat of a forced hug.

"We'll take a ride on the Ferris wheel too, and we won't be too far away if you need us!" she declared and for a moment, you could hardly believe you were actually considering going through with what she said. Then again, maybe it would be better for you to rip the bandaid off.

To see if your feelings would grow or wilt away. Taking a deep breath, you curled your hands into fists and raised one in the air. "I'll do it!" you declared, despite the butterflies growing in your stomach. Momo and Tsuyu looked shocked, Kyoka just raised her eyebrow and Ashido smiled.

"Yes!" she declared, throwing her arms into the air. "We'll go stand in line, and you go back to Iida before it's too late!" she said, urgently grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to turn around. You weren't expecting to be shoved forward, but you imagined the way you stumbled to regain your balance was amusing to some.

"Hey!" you snapped, grateful you hadn't fallen to the ground and ruined your outfit. The last thing you needed was for Tenya to complain that you had gotten dirty. You cast a glare at Ashido who only smiled and motioned for you to go.

You frowned and crossed your arms in a huff. "Fine," you said before taking a deep breath to regain your composure. Of course, this did very little considering your heart sped up as soon as you saw Tenya who was now standing at the front of the seemingly short Ferris wheel line.

"Sorry!" you said, running up to him just as the ride operator opened the gate. "Hm?" he turned, glancing over you once. His gaze made you tremble, but you prayed that wasn't noticeable. "That's quite alright," he said before gesturing to the ride with his hand.

"I believe it is our turn to board," you looked over, seeing the ride operator motioning you forward. "Oh, sorry!" you said, walking up the short ramp to one of the pods of the Ferris wheel. "Pardon," Tenya said, walking past you and into the pod.

Then, he turned and offered you his hand. "Please be aware of the small gap, I do not wish for you to misstep and injure yourself," your heart sped up and you stared at his offered hand before hesitantly grabbing it.

You felt tingles run down your arm as he helped you climb inside and you could hardly believe that you were sitting next to him, all alone. Silence filled the air and you felt the gentle breeze against your face when the wheel began to move.

You looked around, watching as the ground became smaller and smaller. As you neared the top of the Ferris wheel, you grasped the edge of the pod and leaned over. "Pardon my touch," Tenya said, laying his hand on your shoulder which caused your heart to skip a beat.

"Uh..." when you turned your head to look at him, you felt the butterflies in your stomach multiple. "Leaning over any open space can result in serious injury," he said with his normal serious expression on.

"Oh, uh, r-right," you said, taking your seat once more and folding your hands between your thighs. You frowned and looked away from him. Everything was so small, but the colors that painted the ground below seemed to stand out.

"Mm..." you glanced back at Tenya, who was sitting straight in his seat. His shoulders squared and his gaze was fixated forward. "Um...I-Iida," you said, hoping to get his attention. The Ferris wheel moved once again and you felt a little uneasy knowing you were at the very top of it.

The pod rocked back and forth, and when Tenya turned to look at you, the realization of what you were determined to do finally sank in. "Yes, Y/n?" he said, and you couldn't help but focus on his lips. How would you go about kissing him?

You had limited time left and you knew it was now or never. "Can I..." you scooted closer causing him to raise his eyebrow. You draped your arm against his shoulder and grasped the back of his neck with your hand. Almost smiling when you felt how he trembled at your touch.

"I..." Tenya cleared his throat, "may I ask what you are doing?" he certainly was unfamiliar with such affectionate touches. For a brief moment, you thought about backing out. Tell him that it was all a joke and that his expression was laughable and that you were only teasing him.

But instead, you mustered the courage to place your opposite hand against his cheek noticing that it was warm. Were you making Tenya nervous and if so, how? He was the calmest and most collected person you had ever seen. Well...as long as you didn't hit a sore spot of his.

"I...w-want to t-tell you something," you replied nervously which made his unusual eyebrows raise. "I...I'm afraid I do not know what you need to verbally express that involves physical touch," he said, he was not used to someone being this forward with him.

Your heart was beating frantically, and in a split-second decision, you reached up and snatched his glasses off. "Excuse me!" he exclaimed, unexpectedly leaning forward. His chest collided with yours and you instinctively leaned back, trying to keep the glasses out of his reach.

The hand that was pressed against the back of his head was now fisted into the back of his shirt and you heard the gears to the Ferris wheel roar to life and the seat tilted backward signaling that you were about to move again.

'The Ferris wheel is your perfect chance,' Ashido's words echoed in your head and you closed your eyes, feeling Tenya's hand grasp onto yours in an effort to retrieve his glasses. You leaned forward, roughly pressing your lips against his.

He wasn't expecting to feel your warm and slightly fruity-tasting lips against his. A chill ran through his body and all at once he froze, eyes wide in disbelief. Yet, there was a certain excitement that filled him and caused his heart to speed up to an unusual pace.

He failed to notice his breathing had halted until he jolted away and gasped violently. That's when he noticed he felt slightly hotter than usual and reached up, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Then he proceeded to press one hand to the side of his neck, feeling just how high his pulse rate was.

Your face remained equally as red as his, but unlike him, you didn't need to question why you were blushing. "Uh...s-sorry," you stuttered out, feeling the way your lips tingled. He looked at you, his eyes still full of disbelief but he said nothing.

"Ahhhh!" Ashido squealed, leaning halfway out of the pod with Tsuyu desperately clinging onto the back of her shirt. She was holding her phone up and grinning happily at the picture she had taken of you and Tenya kissing.

"Was it really necessary to take their picture?" Momo asked, sounding almost bored and Kyoka was sitting to the side of her, seemingly in her own little world. Tsuyu pulled Ashido back into the pod, "I think it was a little weird to take a picture of their private moment," she replied but Ashido waved her off.

"Y/n will be so happy I took her picture with Tenya!" she announced, making Momo sigh and Tsuyu press a finger to her chin, tilting her head in confusion. "Do you think that means she finally told Iida that she likes him?" Ashido asked with a smile, but Tsuyu remained silent while Momo merely shrugged.

"I just...I mean I w-wanted to tell you that I...I l-like you," a long moment of silence followed your confession and you handed him his glasses back. After he cleaned them with a cloth, he put them back on and looked at you. His face was still colored red and you were almost certain he was going to reject you.

But instead, what he said surprised you. "If one has feelings for another, it isn't proper to kiss until the two consent and agree to a date," you blinked in response. "Huh?" what the hell did that mean? He grasped his chin and leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed.

The Ferris wheel continued to move and you frowned. "So does that mean-" you jumped when he suddenly turned to look at you. "I believe I can rearrange my schedule to reserve two hours of time on Saturday," you furrowed your brow.

"Wait...so...you want to go on a date?" you asked and watched as he raised one eyebrow. "I believe that is what one does when they wish to perform such actions as kissing, correct?" he responded, making you flush again.

"Uh, r-right!" you said before realizing that you were back where you started. The Ferris wheel had stopped and the ride operator walked over and motioned for the two of you to get off. Once again Tenya walked ahead of you and offered his hand to help you step off the pod.

"Perhaps we can enjoy the rest of these rides and discuss what we would like to do on our official date," he suggested. "Mm..." you nodded in response. In the back of your mind, however, you worried about what crazy thing Ashido would convince you to do on your future date.

#tenya x reader #iida x reader #tenya x you #iida x you #tenya x y/n #iida x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #faulty writes: tenya iida #faulty writes: tenya iida: one shot

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september reads: hannigram

Fortune’s Fool by CoraWritesThings | 25k words, WIP last updated 2022 | In Louisiana, a serial killer dubbed “The Grimm Reaper” has murdered three people and left their corpses in twisted versions of fairytales. Jack Crawford sends Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter to follow the case’s leads, and their investigation leads them to the carnival, where an encounter with a mysterious fortune teller leaves Will shaken. Now, it seems as though her predictions for Will are coming true...and that isn’t exactly great news, considering that they include deceit, death, and a deep, soulmate-like connection with Hannibal that holds the potential to be more destructive than everything else combined.

Once More, With Feeling by FourthAxis | 10k words, last updated 2017 | Hannibal sat up, groggy from sleep and confused as he looked around. He was not in a hospital bed, nor the narrow cot of his prison. Or any prison for that matter. The bed was familiar, as was the room, because once they belonged to him before the machine of time and unfortunate events turned it into a walk-in museum for curious tourists. Or -- After taking a tumble off the cliff, Hannibal wakes up to a world several years in the past, his memories intact, and the fateful first meeting with Will just about to happen. This time around his priorities are a bit different.

through a glass by amare | 46k words, M | Will wakes up in a universe where he and Hannibal are dating

les bois du cerf by Breakmybones (CarterReid) | 24k words | Will was different, that was obvious. He dreamed of killers, darkness and flames devouring feathers - things that no normal person would ever think of. But he wasn't normal. And neither was his soul-mark.

He Who Holds the Devil by astramaxima (shotgunsinlace) | 53k Words, WIP | A missing persons case turned homicide sends the FBI overseas, to a grisly scene at the foothills of a medieval castle. A decades old mystery slowly unravels into a complicated web of things best considered unreal, and left untouched. At the center of it, Will Graham bears the burden of madness and suspicion when all roads lead, inexplicably, back to him.

Mischief Nights: A Romantic Comedy for Serial Killers by astramaxima (shotgunsinlace) | 28k words | He’s supposed to be the lure, but somewhere down the line he lost complete control of the situation. It starts with a social worker inside a horse, followed by his psychiatrist driving an hour to the middle of nowhere to bring him homemade pumpkin spice coffee, and ends with an invitation to a dinner party on Halloween. The week can only get so much weirder.

More Myself Than I Am by StratsWrites | 9k words | Everyone has a soulmate. Someone they will connect with on such an intimate level that they are like one mind in two bodies. It comes on the cusp of adulthood, a shared link between two minds. It will start with feelings, emotions shared across the connection. Some people claim senses; smell and sound. Those who are thoroughly, intensely intertwined can claim to send their very thoughts towards each other, although it’s generally considered bad luck to use the connection to find each other sooner than you are meant to. It is a wonderful thing, to know that no matter who you are or what you’ve done, somebody out there will understand you. Or at least, it’s supposed to be.

The Borderland State by nekosmuse | T, 42k words | Three years after Hannibal's arrest, Will Graham stands on the front porch of his Georgian seaside home and watches twin headlights navigate the winding stretch of his lane. There is only one reason Jack Crawford would travel all this way, in the rain: Hannibal Lecter has escaped from prison, and no one knows where he is.

How To Save A Life (The Cannibal-Friendly Handbook) by Kittendiamore | T, 3k words | Will tries to jump off a bridge but ends up offering himself up to a cannibalistic serial killer

radon and its daughters by chaparral_crown | 59k words | Hobbs doesn't go away after he dies. Neither does his daughter, or Will's desire to keep her and any that are like her, or Hannibal's insistence that he must, no matter how ill-suited Will thinks he is to be a parent. Season 1 AU.

The Way A Knife Loves A Heart by Linpatootie | 23k words | Will Graham is unprecedented in Hannibal Lecter’s life and he falls for him with a kind of messy violence. This doesn’t bode too well for our Will, but he may not object to it as much as one might expect.

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I'm delighted to share my review for The Body at Carnival Bridge by Michelle Salter #historicalmystery #cosycrime #highlyrecommended

I'm delighted to share my review for The Body at Carnival Bridge by Michelle Salter #historicalmystery #cosycrime #highlyrecommended @rararesources @bookandtonic @boldwoodbooks @MichelleASalter

Here’s the blurb How deadly is the fight for equality? It’s 1922, and after spending a year travelling through Europe, Iris Woodmore returns home to find a changed Walden. Wealthy businesswoman Constance Timpson has introduced equal pay in her factories and allows women to retain their jobs after they marry. But these radical new working practices have made her deadly enemies. A mysterious…

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Love Triangle

Part 2 (Tsukasa Route)

Part 1

Genre : Fluff with Lime

Character : Yugi Tsukasa

TW : Slight Heated Content

A/N : And we are back, this time we are now on Tsukasa's Route wonder how this would end up 👀

I hope you enjoy 💗

I couldn't resist your sweet scent.

Let's go back to where the twins aksed you out on the same time

You've already hung out with his twin brother

and, uh stuff happened

You still couldn't recover from that

But you had to man up and hangout with Tsukasa next you didn't wanna see him sad!

This time Tsukasa is bringing you to the beach!

Nothing can go wrong here right?

Righhttt

Just like his brother he also surprised you when he picked you up by car

You were about to scold them for not telling you these things

But hey, saves money for train or buses am I right

"WHAT WHEN DID YOU ALSO LEARN HOW TO DRIVE?!" You accidentally dropped your bag but Tsukasa caught it before it could hit the ground

"Mmmm Maybbeee 2 months ago? I can't remember!" He chirped as he put your bag in thr backseat

"Anyways, Let's go to our little vacation get away hm?~" Tsukasa opened the passenger door as you slowly got in, Man how rich are they, these two even have cars of their own "Alright, To the beach!" He got in and started driving but accidentally turned the wrong way and almost hit a trash can

Your soul was about to fly out as you gripped onto the seat belt shaking as you heard him laugh "I'm just messing with you [F/N] If I didn't know how to drive I would've had Amane take us, obviously I didn't. I wouldn't dare to put you in any sort of danger" (Fr??) Tsukasa finally got out correctly and your next destination? The beach

He originally wanted to bring you to the carnival or the amusement park but no

Why the beach? ehe that's a secret for now

Well the other reason was he didn't wanna be beaten by his older brother

No matter which twin you were with, both of them would always be goodlooking like damn

God took time to mold these two?? wtf

Those hand aha they can wrap it around you all day—

"And we're here!" Tsukasa parked the car making you halt with... What ever you were day dreaming about "Are you okay? Did I drive to fast?" You shook your head "N-no everything's fine Tsu!" Tsukasa blushed at the nickname as he gave you that every energetic smile "Okay!"

Since this place was really far away, you two wanted to make the most of it so you both decide to stay overnight to make up for the 1 hour car ride and heavy traffic

You guys booked a bungalow beforehand and just needed to grab the keys from the front desk

"I hope you enjoy your stay! Please come see me if you the two of you have any concerns~" You and Tsukasa thanked the front desk lady and went to find the bungalow

It was one of those water bungalows, where it was built ontop of water and a bridge walkway (can you even understand what I said cause I didn't 😭)

Tsukasa put the key inside the key hole and opened the door, The bungalows interior design was absolutely gorgeous, You dropped your bag next to the front door as you walked around exploring the area

"This is beautiful!! It even has a balcony" You opened the sliding door and was met with the smell of sea and the breeze, you could hear music and kids playing in the water

Tsukasa closed the front door and followed behind "It's beautiful isn't it?" You nodded "I can already feel this is going to be the best little vacation ever" You excitedly said as Tsukasa chuckled, you were more excited than him

After you two fixed your things, you two ran

and I mean RAN down the shore

Two excited teenagers ready to swim, what could go wrong?

The place was slightly packed, but eventually Tsukasa found beach chairs to place your bags

You took off your cardigan which caught Tsukasa off guard

"Damn.. That's one nice body..." He mumbled, You turned around and looked at him "Did you say something Tsu?"

"Nope!" He smiled happily

You took out a bottle of sunblock and started putting some on your arm "Tsu you want some? You might get sunburned" You reached the bottle to him but he pulled you to him "Mmm.. Let me help you put sunblock on" You blushed furiously as he started putting sunblock on his hands but you did needed help.. so you gave in

"J-just be quick.." You turned your back to him as he started putting sunblock on your back

While your face was absolutely burning, Tsukasa was enjoying it, He wanted to do something, but he held it back cause it can always wait.

"It's done" He announced as he put sunblock on his own body, You didn't even notice him take off his shirt

'BEUSHAHHSHAHSHA HE HAS ABS—'

Tsukasa caught you staring as he chuckled "Now now [F/N]~ what are you staring at hm?~" He leaned down

"I-I-IM GOING" You sped walk to the water leaving a laughing Tsukasa behind

You two had a blast

Building sand castles, collecting sea shells, and playing volleyball with other people

It was great

He would carry you to the deepest part of the beach and you'd cling onto him screaming and he absolutely loved it

Masochist

anyways, it was sunset already you both went back to the bungalow and changed

cause he has another surprise

not last but another

wonder what the last one is

Tsukasa brought you to this outdoor restaurant with this amazing view, You walked up to the balcony and held onto the rail, the sunset portraying everything made everything look breath taking

"It's beautiful up here" You turned to Tsukasa as he snapped a photo "H-hey delete that!" You tried to snatch his phone but he was taller and took it as an advantage as he lifted his phone up

"Haha no, I want to annoy Amane later on~" You grabbed onto his arm as you tried to reach for it, Tsukasa placed his hand on your waist "Mmm still trying sweetheart?~" He laughed as he saw you finally give up

You two found a seat on the balcony with an amazing view of the beach, Tsukasa pulled the seat for you as you sat down and sat on his own chair

"Good evening young couple! Here are the Menus and I'll be back with you shortly~" You chocked when the waiter said 'young couple'

"Oh my~ It seems like we look like a couple in their eyes~" Tsukasa placed his hand ontop of yours as you blushed "Might we make make that a reality?~" You avrted your eyes as he chuckled

Tsukasa paid for everything

You tried to place down your half of the bill but he declined

So when you tried to protest he just gave you ice cream to be quiet

which worked

You two had one last stroll around the shore before finally going back to the bungalow

You took off your sandals and placed it on the shoe rack and stretched your arms "Man.. what a tiring and happy day, Their Barbecues were really good too~" as you sat down on the couch

Tsukasa sat down beside you and slung an arm around your shoulder making you blush "This day is kind of missing something" He said

"W-what do you mean by that?" You turned your head to face him and saw how dangerously close he was, you stared at his amber orbs as he also stared back

"You smell nice, [F/N]" He said as he leaned closer as your lips brushed against each other

"[F/N].."

"T-tsukasa.." Tsukasa leaned in sealing the gao between you and him, He laid you down as he hovered ontop of you as your hands clumsily rake his choppy black hair

This might've energized him as he continued to deepen the kiss by licking your bottom lip asking for entrance, You didn't want to as you remembered you shared the same heated moment with Amane, making it look like you were playing with these two

"T-tsukasa wait.." You pulled away, But he brought you back in "If you're gonna tell me about that heated moment about my brother oh I know sweetheart.. ~ He should learn how to lock the door.. ~" He whispered in your ear huskily as he licked it teasing you making you whimper

He went down to your neck and started sucking and biting it leaving hickeys behind, you were trying your best not to make a sound cause these walls were just made of bamboo and wood.

"Come on~ Let me hear you [F/N]~" He said as he kissed your jaw but you refused, He pinned your arms down as he continued giving you hickeys "T-tsu.." You called out

"Tsu.. Tsukasa.."

"If you keep saying my name like that something will happen [F/N].. ~" He lifted his head as he admired his work, he brought you into a kiss and licked your bottom lip, which you finally obliged, Tsukasa dominated your mouth not giving you a chance to atleast take the lead

Running our of air he finally pulled away, A syring of saliva connected to your tongues

"Well.. ~ We still have the whole night to ourselves~"

He carried you to his room and locked the door, it's up to you to imagine what happened next

Let's just say, you two got a noise complaint

(Amane Route)

HOLY FUCK yk, I almost wrote Lemon aha but I held back, or will I 👀 i dont know

Now that I look at Tsukasa's I think I did Amane's kind of dirty but in my defense, I will be making much heavier lime with him with another one shot aufufhehs dont come at me 😞

Also this is what I meant with water bungalow

I didn't know if should've put cottages or bungalow, But google said bungalow so

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk #tsukasa yugi #tsukasa x reader #tbhk tsukasa #jshk tsukasa

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shoheiakagi · 9 months

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Kisses with the abc boys 😘

Akagi:

It started off as a normal conversation, with you both getting ready to get on his bike after a nice little date at the local carnival, when you suddenly find yourself draped over his bike. Shouhei gives you a playful smirk before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours for a kiss. He’s playful as he bites your lip and slides his tongue into your mouth, his hands lightly skimming your chest and waist before settling onto your hips. His hat is thrown to the floor, giving you the chance to thread your fingers into his soft hair. He gets a little too excited into the kiss to the point you’re bent backwards into his arms, just the way he likes it.

Bandou:

His hood and sunglasses are on the floor as he hovers over you on his bed, his face flushing as you stare up at him with those sultry eyes of yours. His bedsheets are all rumpled up from when you both fought each other for dominance before he finally used his strength and pinned you down. He couldn’t even be smug about his win when you’re looking up at him with those challenging eyes that turns him on pisses him off. Bandou lets out an indignant huff at your smug look before he smashes his lips against yours, stealing your breath away.

Chitose:

His nose skims your cheek before he catches your lips in a slow and sensual kiss. Chitose has one hand gripping onto your neck as he deepens the kiss, the taste of whiskey filling your senses. His hands are not discreet with the way it lands on your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. He briefly pulls away from the kiss, a bridge of saliva connecting your lips, when you swear you see a hint of sadness in his normally mischievous brown eyes, before he pulls you back into a demanding kiss.

Dewa:

So his kisses start like this: from the palm of your hand, to the inside of your wrist, the nape of your neck, until his lips finally meet yours in a demanding kiss. Dewa’s kisses are always on the passionate side; one calloused hand cupping the side of your face to deepen the kiss, while the other is resting on the small of your back, playing with the zipper of your dress. He slowly pulls away from the kiss and threads his fingers into your hair. He gently tugs on a lock, causing you to tilt your head back and bare your neck to him as an act of submission.

Eric:

His hands are tightly gripping your arms as he tentatively returns your kiss, his hood slowly falling from his head. He shyly traces his hands down your body before gently squeezing your hips. A whimper escapes Eric’s lips as you slide your hands under his hoodie, feeling his taut stomach flex against the palm of your hands. He hesitates before slowly reaching over to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with his.

Fujishima:

Fuji has you pinned against the wall, as he places open- mouthed kisses on your neck, slowly unbuttoning your too. Impatient with his slow pace, you cupped his face and pulled him in for a sensual kiss. Your hands trace the smooth skin of his cheeks and jawline, before slowly moving down his neck. Fuji sighs into the kiss and taps your thigh, a sign for you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He sinks down further into you, serving as an anchor to hold you down while you get intoxicated by the taste of his lips.

#this is just very self indulgent tbh #and very cheesy and cliche #but gotta make the content i wanna see for the boys 💪#but yes i really want to kiss one of these boys #esp shouhei #akagi shouhei #bandou saburouta #chitose yo #dewa masaomi #eric soult #fujishima kosuke #mine #this is just for fun (me)#*throws myself off the cliff*

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location: marina state park. status: closed for jenny @doomcd

it never gets any easier to meet an ex-lover and leave with a box full of things. under his bed back at his mum’s, there’s a treasure trove of old shoe boxes stuffed with fragments of people he’s loved ; strips of polaroids from nightclub photo booths, half-finished chapsticks left in his coat pockets, labels peeled from bottles of wine shared on a tube to notting hill carnival, the glittery remnants of a shoddily fashioned mix tape. he used to leave things behind — favourite kitchen knife, a roll of film, his dignity — so that he’d have an excuse to go back and collect them. they’ve tried this before, only he’d gone round to jenny's place, with the intention to be in and out with the last of his stuff in no more than five minutes. instead, he’d ended up in and out of jenny. sex always feels so much fucking better when it might be the last time. he’s chosen a park this time around, because it feels like they’re unlikely to fuck in broad daylight with like, kids and ducks and old people present and shit. but then again, it’s him and jenny, and given their track record he probably shouldn’t rule it out. she finds him on the bridge, skimming stones across the pond with one hand, lost mary vape in the other, his body betraying him with a smile when he looks at her. he slips back into old habits despite himself. eyes snap back to the water to watch his stone skim, only to realise that in his distracted state it's the vape that's left his hand and not the stone. “ oh, for fuck sake. ” jude watches as the little bottle of oil kisses the surface of the water once, twice, then sinks below the current, before turning his attention back to jenny. “ hi trouble. ” at once he’s both too casual for the intensity of what they’d shared and too familiar for what they’ve become. it feels like he exists in a fugue state where he no longer remembers how he’s meant to behave, the simultaneous desire to draw her closer and lengthen the distance between them resulting in him standing upright and wooden like a shitty 90s video game NPC, unsure of what to do with his arms. “ you got my warhammer figurines in there ? ” despite the lack of humour in his delivery, it’s obviously intended as a joke. possibly the only person, living, dead, or fictional that jude would ever stomach himself to have a figurine of is marcus rashford. or at a push taylor swift.

#literally can't even write like the words jst aren't flowing at all so. this is so basic. forgive me n accept it.#this is your 'one sentence starter'. :///// one day i'll do it x #⥂ jude dempsey. ╱ threads.#jude & jenny.#jude & jenny 001.#⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse.

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seanfalco · 2 years

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welcome to hell | part three.

[ masterlist ]

When you win VIP passes to Scream Fest, a traveling horror carnival, you convince your fellow ASBO-mates to join you for a night of fun and harmless scares, but the horrors turn all too real when a masked serial killer begins to target you and your friends. Luckily at least one of you is immortal.

Word Count: 3.2k Tags/Warnings: slight nathan x reader, violence, stalking, blood/gore, eye horror, character death (mostly nathan lol) a/n: Part of @sheehalloween! Posting this chapter today, for Day Three: Scary Movie, as the entire fic is based off the movie Hell Fest.

Paralyzed, all you could do was watch in horror as the masked stranger moved closer, his slow tread only drawing out your terror until he was right at the edge of your car. Even with Kelly’s strength combined, the bar in your lap wouldn’t budge and yet you struggled anyway, even as the man climbed atop the front of your car. Shrinking back from him, you threw your arms around Kelly as she did the same, trembling next to you as suddenly the ride started up again.

Your own terrified screams echoed in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for him to strike, your entire body pumping with adrenaline.

“y/n! Kelly!”

The sound of your friends’ voices made you pause and cracked your eye open. Your car had come through the other side and though the masked man was still perched right ahead of you, you were unharmed.

“Are you guys okay? You were screaming like crazy!” Alisha cried and to your surprise the car came to a stop, the lap bar lifting.

Turning to gape at Kelly, you found her wide eyed gaze staring back at you, just as confused. Before you could answer, another man in the same mask stepped out of the shadows behind Curtis and then another and another, until nearly ten actors in identical masks surrounded your friends.

“It was just part of the ride,” Simon observed shakily and you reluctantly took the man’s hand as he climbed down from your car and stepped aside to help you out. It was then that you realized the dark jacket he wore was different from earlier. Simon was right, this was a completely different person.

“You fuckers! You scared th’shit out of us!” Kelly exclaimed, anger in her voice, but you merely let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh my God, they got you good!” Curtis laughed, holding his sides.

“Shut up!” you cried, punching his arm as you passed, trying to shake off your fear.

“You gotta admit, that was pretty funny,” Alisha agreed, giggling along with Curtis until out of nowhere a costumed actor ran by and picked her up, hoisting her over his shoulder and taking off.

“Curtissss!”

“ALISHA!” Curtis bellowed, taking off after her.

“I get bein’ able t’touch you, but grabbin’ someone and takin’ ‘em away from their group is kinda fucked up!” Kelly exclaimed as the rest of you followed after, trying to keep up.

“Oh my God, that guy smelled so disgusting!” Alisha cried disgustedly as you rounded the corner, finding her running back toward you, having escaped from her would be “kidnapper”.

“Oh thank goodness,” Curtis breathed, pulling her into his arms, careful not to touch any exposed skin.

“I think he was trying to lead us somewhere,” Simon guessed, giving a start as he noticed several small figures emerging from the fog behind them.

“What th’fuck?” Curtis muttered, flinching back as the children dressed as faceless dolls reached out to you.

“I guess we follow them?” you murmured, the first to take one of their hands, letting them pull you toward the wide plank bridge they’d come from.

You were almost glad for the guide; seeing more than a few kilometers in front of you was nearly impossible in the thick fog. When the faceless children finally let go of your hands, you were through the fog and standing in front of the entrance to another maze, the sound of screams and laughter once more surrounding you.

“Thank you–” you turned to say, but the children were already retreating back into the fog.

“Well that was creepy,” Alisha huffed, finally letting go of Curtis’s shirt and stepping away from his side.

“Have y’heard anythin’ from Nathan?” Kelly asked and you frowned, pulling your phone from your pocket.

“Before we got on th’ride he said he was on his way.”

Opening the message thread, you fired off another text to let him know which maze you were at. “There, hopefully by th’time we get back out, he’ll be here.”

“Right. It looks like there are three entrances,” Alisha pointed out and you read the signs overhead—scary, very scary, and your worst nightmare.

“There’s no way I’m goin’ into that one,” Alisha exclaimed, pointing to the your worst nightmare door.

“Me either,” Kelly agreed and you had to admit you were more than a little shaken still, not wanting to go on your own.

“Let’s do th’least scary one then,” you suggested, but Curtis scoffed.

“That one we did earlier was so lame though! I’m goin’ into this one,” he exclaimed, heading for the middle door.

“Simon?” Alisha asked and the three of you looked to him expectantly.

“I-I think I’ll go with Curtis,” he said, awkwardly following him.

“Whatever! Girls versus guys, I guess,” Kelly shrugged, leading the way.

Inside, a fine mist illuminated by a thin sheen of green light swirled over your head, the only light in the otherwise pitch black room.

“Check it out,” you gasped, reaching up over your head to let your fingers trail through the mist.

“That’s so cool,” Alisha whispered, following suit along with Kelly who laughed delightedly.

“Wonder how they get it t’do that…”

Before you could field a guess you felt something grab your hand and you shrieked in surprise, quickly yanking your hand back down.

“Oh, no way! Do not touch me!” Alisha squealed and you hurried to the next room, ducking your heads as you half ran for the door.

The next room was a long hall, flanked with what looked like prison doors and every few meters an arm reached between the bars.

“Are they all real?” Alisha hissed, pulling Curtis’s jacket tighter around herself and covering her hands in the overlong sleeves.

“I don’t think so,” you murmured, shrewdly examining each hand as you neared them. “Look, you can tell the real from the fake pretty easily,” you pointed out, noticing the trembling of fingers up ahead.

Alisha quickly shuffled behind Kelly as you passed, squeezing closer to the opposite side to avoid the actor’s hand as it suddenly snatched at you. Even though you knew it was coming, it still made you jump.

“Is it just me, or is this hallway growing more narrow?” you mumbled, grimacing at how many hands up ahead looked quite real.

“Let’s just make a run for it,” Kelly suggested and Alisha nodded in agreement, practically pushing her forward while you ended up behind them.

As soon as you began to run, the arms came alive and you felt hands grab at you, catching your sleeves and snaring you in place as Kelly and Alisha ran off without you, screaming and laughing, not even noticing you weren’t there.

“Guys! Guys wait!” you cried, desperately struggling in the grasp of your faceless captors. “Guys!” With one final sharp tug, you managed to tear yourself from the hands’ clutches and stumble forward, trying to catch up.

However, when you rounded the next corner, Kelly and Alisha were nowhere to be seen. “Shit,” you swore under your breath. No way to go but forward.

The next room was fashioned into some sort of makeshift horror clinic, the tables littered with rusty looking medical equipment while a skeleton slumped over a dingy cot in the corner. Hurrying to the door on the opposite wall, you yanked at the doorknob, only to find it locked. A recorded message looped over a hidden speaker and you listened to the clue, realizing you needed to find the key in order to escape the room.

“To illuminate the way out, leave no bone unturned. To illuminate—”

Tuning the message out, you scrabbled to the nearby table, searching through a stack of fake bones for the hidden key. A faint blinking light in your periphery caught your attention and you turned as it grew stronger, illuminating a hidden room behind a large panel of plexiglass. A dark figure stood still in the window and your heart filled with fear as you recognized the mask that stared back at you. Frozen in place, you knew this was the same one, the same man that had been following you since the very first maze.

The sound of muted humming hung in the air as the masked stranger continued to stare at you. When he raised his hands to pound against the glass you gave a frightened jerk, instinctively stepping back and your back hit the still locked door as he began to pound harder, intent to break the barrier separating you.

On the verge of panic, fear clouded your thoughts for a moment, distracting you, and you frantically turned to tug at the door once more in vain, crying out before remembering what you needed to do.

Running back to the table, several plastic bones scattered to the floor in your haste and your stomach gave a hopeful lurch as your fingers wrapped round the large metal skeleton key hidden beneath them. Fumbling to get it in the keyhole, you felt tears gather in your lashes until the latch clicked and the door sprung open.

Sprinting toward the exit, your lungs burning, you didn’t feel safe until you saw the others, practically bowling into Curtis.

“Whoa, whoa! What’s th’matter?” he exclaimed, grabbing your arms to steady you as you gasped for breath.

“The masked guy was in there! He was following me!”

“What? Where?!” Alisha exclaimed, peering past you worriedly.

“After we got separated, he was trying to get me!” you cried, wishing Nathan was there.

“Okay, okay, it’s gunna be okay,” Curtis assured, trying to calm you. “Once Simon gets out, we’ll find Nathan and go somewhere else.

Until Curtis had said that, you hadn’t even realized Simon was missing and you chewed your lip, silently urging him to hurry up as you watched the exit with bated breath.

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Nathan awoke in the dark, sprawled atop something hard. Blinking blearily, he groaned, trying to remember what had happened through the pounding in his skull. As he shifted, he realized he was laying in a pool of something warm and sticky.

“Ugh, what th’fuck?” he moaned, instantly regretting it as he sat up and held his head.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he looked around, trying to regain his bearings. When his gaze fell on the shape next to him, the stuffed skeleton he’d been after, soaked in what looked like blood, it all came back to him.

“y/n!” he yelped, scrambling to his feet. Patting down his pockets, he searched for his phone, finding it missing. “Shit shit shit!” he muttered, nearly slipping on his own blood in his haste to find you before the killer did.

Knowing you were headed to the Badlands, he hurried that way, glad that the blood matting his curls and staining his t-shirt would draw no extra attention in the crowd while his stomach churned and his pulse pounded in his ears.

Every second of the stupid ride to the VIP section of the park dragged like an hour and Nathan was nearly vibrating in his seat as his car arrived at the exit. Taking off sprinting through the swirling fog, he skidded to a halt in front of the next maze he came across.

Swearing under his breath as he read the signs above the three entrances, he decided to chance the second one, thinking it the most likely you’d choose. Barely noticing the jumpscares, he hurried through the maze desperately searching for you, his heart in his throat.

If that freak had his phone, then he not only had a head start, but he probably knew exactly where to find you, if you sent him your location.

Suddenly, a faint voice ahead caught his attention, halting him in his tracks as he stopped to listen.

“Curtis? Curtis, where are you?”

“Barry?” Nathan called, hope surging through him.

“...Nathan?”

Turning the corner ahead, Nathan was momentarily blinded by a torch beam pointing directly at his face.

“Yes, it’s me! Now can y’stop shinin’ that bloody torch in my eyes or are yeh tryin’ t’blind me?” he hissed and the beam suddenly jerked downward.

“Sorry,” Simon muttered sheepishly. “Where’ve you been? And why are you covered in blood?”

“Newsflash, I’ve been dead!” Nathan cried, throwing his hands up. “That psycho stalker killed me! Bashed my head in!” he exclaimed, pointing to the dried blood at his temple, his voice raising as he tried not to panic. “Where’s everyone else? We gotta warn ‘em before he finds ‘em!”

“They went in through a different entrance and I got separated from Curtis,” Simon explained and both men gave a jump at the abrupt blast of what sounded like a train horn.

Turning toward the sound, Simon and Nathan’s eyes widened in alarm as a pair of giant headlights flooded the room, revealing a set of fake train tracks beneath their feet and an incredibly realistic looking front of a train coming toward them slowly, but picking up speed, forcing them to run in the opposite direction.

“What th’fuck!” Nathan yelped, grabbing Simon by the arm and yanking him with him. “If I weren’t so freaked out, what with bein’ stalked by some deranged killer, I’d be seriously impressed by th’production value of this shit!” he panted, running to the far wall to desperately search for the door while the train whistled deafeningly again.

Finding no exit, the two pressed their backs to the wall, screaming madly as they blindly reached for each other, squeezing their eyes shut in dread. When several seconds elapsed and nothing happened, Nathan cracked an eye open. The front of the train had come to a harmless stop in front of them, leaving only a few meters space between them and it.

Letting out a heavy sigh of relief, Nathan suddenly realized he was still holding onto Simon and quickly sprang away from him.

“You tryin’ t’get fresh with me?” he cried, disgust warping his expression.

“You’re the one who grabbed me,” Simon pointed out, looking nearly as uncomfortable.

Nathan’s mouth pressed into a line as he pointed at Simon, his thick brows furrowing. “If you ever breathe a word of this, I’ll—I’ll—!”

“Kill me?” Simon asked wryly, a tiny grin playing at his lips.

Disarmed by the joke, Nathan gaped at him a moment longer, jabbing his finger in Simon’s face pointedly, though still at a loss for words.

“I’m th’funny one!” he finally muttered, brushing past Simon as the hidden door swung open. “What’re yeh waitin’ for? Let’s get th’fuck outta here and find th’others!” he called over his shoulder.

Not looking where he was going, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he ran into something hard, knocking him on his arse.

“Ow, what th—?”

“Nathan, watch out!”

At Simon’s words, he looked up at what had sent him sprawling and his snarky comeback died on his tongue, fear once more flooding him as his killer loomed over him, knife in hand.

For a moment the man in the mask tilted his head, as if studying Nathan in confusion, certain their last run in should have killed him. His hesitance only lasted a few seconds however, before he was kneeling over Nathan, knife raised.

Grabbing the man’s wrist, Nathan tried to push the knife away from his face, the killer clearly aiming to bury the blade in his eye socket.

“Save me, Barry!” he cried, his muscles trembling with the effort and failing, the tip of the blade inching closer.

“BARRY!”

But Simon was nowhere to be seen.

As the knife plunged through his eye with a disgusting squelch, Nathan’s body went limp, his scream turning to a gurgled death rattle and Simon held his breath, clapping a hand over his mouth to keep from gagging, his blue eyes nearly popping out of his head. Though he was invisible, he still pressed his back to the wall, sinking deeper into the shadows as the killer pulled his knife free with a soft grunt and stood, his masked and hooded head swiveling, searching for him.

As soon as his heavy footsteps disappeared down the corridor, Simon crouched at Nathan’s side, hoping he’d come back to life soon.

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“Ugh, what’s takin’ ‘im so long?” Kelly groaned, tapping her foot in impatience.

“You don’t think anything happened to Simon in there, do you?” Alisha asked, an unusual amount of concern in her voice.

Before you could answer, a large crustacean-like alien waddled up to you, shooting a glob of green slime at you, covering the front of your shirt before taking off again and running away to assault someone else.

“Are you bloody serious?!” you cried, gaping down at the sticky mess covering your shirt in disgust, frustrated tears in your eyes.

“Oh shit,” Curtis winced and you let out a tremulous breath, trying not to lose it.

“OI! FUCK YOU!” Kelly yelled after him, but it made no difference.

“C’mon, we can wash it off in th’bathroom,” Alisha offered, taking your arm to lead you to the brightly lit restrooms nearby, Kelly flanking your other side and leaving Curtis to wait for Simon.

“Great, just great,” you muttered, grabbing a fistful of paper towels and furiously scrubbing at your shirt under the faucet.

“y/n… you alright?” Kelly asked as you sniffled, quickly wiping at your watering eyes with the back of your arm.

“Yeah,” you answered quickly, furiously pumping some hand soap on the paper towels in your hand. “Tonight’s just… not exactly goin’ the way I’d hoped,” you admitted softly.

“It’s not your fault,” Alisha said, trying to comfort you.

“Maybe when we find the others we should just call it quits and head home,” you suggested with a defeated shrug.

“What? No way!” Kelly exclaimed, taking you by surprise. You expected them to jump on the offer to get out of there. “You won those tickets and y’still haven’t been through th’scariest maze yet, we can’t leave till y’get t’do that,” she insisted.

“Okay, alright,” you chuckled. “Just let me dry my shirt off and I’ll be right out, okay?”

“Okay, don’t take too long,” Alisha called as they pushed open the door.

Finding a hand dryer around the corner, you awkwardly leaned in closer to stretch your damp shirt under the warm air. When it was finally dry, you slipped into one of the stalls, the bathroom completely empty. As you emptied your bladder, you pulled your phone out to text Nathan again.

Where r u? Hope ur ok.

As you hit send, you pulled your pants up and froze as moments later a text notification echoed loudly through the empty bathroom.

You’d thought you’d been alone, but maybe someone had come in while you were texting and you didn’t hear.

Your phone chimed with a response—I’m close.

Hesitating a moment, you decided to respond. It could have been merely a coincidence that another person’s phone went off just as your message to Nathan had sent.

How close?

Once again, seconds later, the same ringtone sounded, this time from the stall next to you and for some reason your blood went cold as if you’d been doused in a bucket of ice water.

“Hello? Nathan? Is that you?” you called, getting no answer. As much as you hoped it was just Nathan trying to mess with you, you couldn’t help but feel it was... someone else. “Nathan, if you’re tryin’ t’scare me… it’s working–”

Your words cut off as a pair of worn boots stopped in front of your stall, the toes just visible beneath the door and you flinched back, afraid of what you might see if you peered through the crack. Those were definitely not Nathan’s shoes.

Before you could say anything else, the door began to shake as if whoever was out there, wanted to get in.

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#misfits #misfits e4 #nathan young #nathan young x reader #misfits fanfic #robert sheehan character fic #hell fest!au #sheehalloween 2022 #joz.fic

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