#old church ladies back on their grind

[victorian-leviathan]

Help an old woman at my church who has forcibly adopted me is now making me learn biblical hebrew, my little linguist heart is already studying Spanish and Esperanto help. I love it. I'm drowning in words

#linguistics #biblical hebrew #esperanto #save me #adams-oliver syndrome #ive been forcibly adopted #what do i do its so hard trying to learn to read right to left #old church ladies back on their grind

[wandaspup]

Sinners

Summary: In a small town, you try living up to your mother’s expectations while encountering Wanda Maximoff, a mysterious woman and a childhood friend of your mothers. It leaves you questioning her intentions and your beliefs. 

Parings: Wanda x Fem R

Warnings: Fictional mother is an asshole

Author notes: Things to consider before reading: You are 19 years old while Wanda is 36. I'm not familiar with the bible so please do not take this seriously. It's only fiction.

Warnings will be added as I update more chapters! ♥️ Happy reading

Part 2

The handles are warm as you push the double doors open of the church, their hinges creaking softly in response to the intrusion. As the door swung apart, it revealed the dimly lit interior bathed in sunlight whistling through the skylight. Thousands of dust particles scattered around the beams, casting a glow. On either side of the church, the stained-glass windows painted with vivid patterns, painted their shadows on the polished floor. 

As you lingered behind your parents, hands clasped together at your front. The four walls of the church momentarily silenced the bustling streets before more people entered, quiet murmurs spreading across the churchgoers. People passed by to take their seats, some offered greetings to your parents, while others remarked on how you have grown into a fine young lady. Your family was well known for the small church gatherings they hosted, always extending their hospitality to the community. However, you could not shake the feeling your parents’ ego was involved, driven by their desires to keep their status. Your mother seemed intent on being the best, regardless of the situation, while your father followed her lead. 

Lost in your head, you hadn’t noticed the priest approaching your parents until he stood before them, a gentle smile on his lips. “Good morning, everyone,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. “I trust you all found yourselves well?”

“Certainly, Father Steve. It’s always a pleasure,” your mother affirmed with a nod, her hand briefly resting on the priest’s arm. Beside her, your father offered a gentle squeeze of 

Father Steve’s hand.

His eyes landed on you, a wide grin reaching his face as he moved between your parents. Your feet shuffled beneath you, a slight bow to your head as he addressed you directly. 

“My child, you are growing quite fast,” he remarked warmly. “I’m sure your mother and father must be so proud of you.”

You nodded, a faint uncertainty lingering in your response. “I hope so,” you murmured softly. Your gaze flicked over to them, your mother’s stern facade causing a tightness in your stomach. Before the tension could linger further, the priest politely excused himself to begin the ceremony. You followed your parents towards the front row, Father Steve took his place at the altar.

Your mother, focused on the moment, spared no mind at you, her hushed reminder to keep your posture straight and your head forward as you took your seat beside her. 

The urge to roll your eyes was strong, but you fought against it, instead clenching your fists tightly against your thighs and felt your jaw tense and your teeth grind together in frustration. A flicker of movement draws your attention. A woman sitting on the right far end at the fourth row lingering on the edge of your sight, compelling you to get a glance.

Father Steve gently echoes through the church, drawing your focus back to the front with swift precision. “As we gather here today, let us remember the grace and mercy of our Lord, who is our eternal Savior. With his love God watches over us, guiding and protecting us. We strive to lead by good deeds by following his teachings and commandments, we can trust him for his protection.”

“But let’s not forget we are human, mistakes are bound to happen. God will not judge for our mistakes and in his eyes there is always the opportunity for redemption. Through prayers we can seek forgiveness for our sins."

The final sigh of amen hangs in the air, marking the end of the prayer. You can sense your mother stares before she gets up along with the rest from the row. Your thoughts briefly drift to the encounter with the mysterious woman before refocusing. You got up and followed behind your parents, still you couldn’t keep your eyes forward as you searched for the woman. 

Approaching the altar, the chalice tipped gently down as you savored the taste of bitterness on your tongue. You move for the next person, your head down fixed at the worn out tiles. 

A sudden collision made you come back to reality. “I am so sorry.”

“No harm done, honey,” she chuckled softly, so husky yet smooth. “I’m Wanda.” She happily says and extends her hands for a greeting. 

You gave your name and took her offer, your hands met in a firm grasp. Wanda was undeniable beauty, her cheekbones formed natural crowns on her face. The strange sensation from earlier startled within, however you pushed them aside and ignored it. 

“Well I should be getting back to my parents.”

“Of course don’t let me keep you.” 

Everything about her kept you wondering who she was. Her face was so recognizable, you pushed yourself to remember where you had last seen her. 

With everyone getting their share, you navigated past the rows where your parents were engrossed in conversation near the doors. Your mother’s words echoed at the tip of your ears, reminding you how impolite It is to interrupt. So you lingered on the side, fidgeting with your hands as your gaze remained fixed on Wanda. You didn’t know how long you stood there before your mother called out your name, finally getting your attention on the third call. 

“You’ve been out of it all day, pull yourself together now.” 

“Yes, mother, I’m sorry,” you gritted out, feeling anger settle in you. 

You squinted as you emerged out of the doors, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you jogged down the three steps. Families and friends crowded outside while you watched, your parents, well your mother couldn’t help but throw her sentimental joy at people's faces. With a sigh, you kicked a small pebble across the ground. 

Just then, they’ve come to join you where you stood, thankful to be leaving. But as you all started towards the car, the small shriek of your mother’s voice halted both you and your father. You looked up seeing Wanda heading towards you, her presence alone twisting your insides. 

Surprised, your mother’s eyes widened as fixed on the red head. “Wanda?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Shaking off the feeling, you reassured yourself that you were just being paranoid about Wanda. There’s no way you could forget a face like hers. It’d be ridiculous not to remember meeting a woman with such elegance. Wanda appeared as a flawless Barbie doll, ravishing with politeness and beauty. Her demeanor seemed almost too perfect to be real. 

Wanda chuckled, her arm draping over your mother’s shoulder with a sharp but soft expression. “Surprised to see me?” She teased.

“You never told me when you were coming.”

With a casual shrug, she stepped back, her gaze briefly landing on you and your father before focusing elsewhere. You tapped your feet, swaying one of them back and forth by your heels. Something about her still didn't settle right with you. It seemed she knew your mother well, what a consequence. You observed your father and can tell he knew her as well. 

“Well, you know me. I always enjoy making an entrance. Arrived yesterday morning and managed to snag a room at that quaint little motel. Your town is absolutely lovely.”

Your father greeted Wanda with a firm handshake before turning to you. "This is our daughter," he said, his hand gently patting your shoulder, urging you forward as though you were still a small child. 

Wanda waved her hand, dismissing the encounter. “Oh, we already met in the church.” She gave you a little pat on your arm, leaving her hand there for a little second longer.

She winked and you felt goosebumps scatter through your body as you stood confused why this woman who you never met before besides a brief encounter was making you feel this way. 

“How about you coming over for dinner tomorrow? We’d love to have you.” 

Wanda nodded and clasped her hands together, a smile broke out on her lips. “I’ll be there.”

#wanda x y/n #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda x fem!reader #dark wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x you #wanda maximilf #wanda x reader

[poetryandfluffycats]

His Girl~

A/N: part of my Nikolai stalker au! might be the last one for awhile since for may ill be on the grind for enstars NSFW month🤍

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Content: Bathing with kidnapper Nikolai...

Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive(?)

Words: 887

Oneshot under cut!

"Dove, how would you like a bath?"

Nikolai leaned over my shoulder, wrapped his arms around my middle and squeezing my belly fat. "Hm, and maybe some new clothes? You must be getting sick of this old number! Aha!"

A bath? I would've loved a bath. It'd been so long since the last time I'd properly bathed, my only way of cleaning myself whilst down here being a dirty rag and a bucket. Even though there was a bathtub in the bathroom of the basement, Nikolai had never let me use it for whatever reason.

The thought of clean water, soap, shampoo, maybe even bubbles? It had me tingling. New clothes too? Clearly something had put Nikolai in a good mood today, which I wasn't going to complain about.

Something about the offer, however, made me shiver. Something about the way he held me, about the way he squeezed me just a bit too tight, told me that he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his own heart.

"That sounds nice..." I mumbled, turning my head around to face him. There it was, that stare again. Pupils blown out beyond humanness, jagged teeth showing in his wide grin.

Anyone would've called me crazy if I told them, but that was his happy face.

"Wonderful! Yes, let's get you all nice and squeaky clean, hm?"

He intertwined his fingers with mine, a bounce in his step as he dragged me towards the bathroom, which was located in the far corner of the basement. Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind us, patting the counter top and gesturing for me to sit down. I did as he wanted, hopping up onto the counter and swinging my legs back and forth.

The action reminded me of when I was a child, watching my mother do her makeup at the vanity while I begged her to put some on me too. I wondered if she missed me, if anyone did.

"Now, I wasn't sure what type of scent you liked, so I got a whole bunch! I think the lady at the store thought I was crazy, aha!" Nikolai giggled, opening the cabinet beneath me and pulling out bottle after bottle of shower products. "Strawberry, peach, vanilla, cherry, this ones called 'A thousand wishes' how odd...! Oh, bath salts, you need bath salts! Here, I got a few options for those as well"

"Vanilla sounds nice" I smiled softly, pointing at the bottle in question. Nikolai grabbed it and popped open the lid, holding it out for me to smell. "Smells nice too"

"Vanila it is then! I'll fill the tub, and you strip for me, mkay? Don't be embarrassed, I'll behave myself! Scouts honour"

Scouts honour? I couldn't imagine Nikolai as a boyscout, actually, I couldn't imagine the manic as a child at all. I preferred to think of him as some sort of demon that just spawned one day as what he is now. What would a younger Nikolai be like? Probably the kind who went around setting bee hives on fire and stealing from the collection box at church.

"Strip, strip, strip! Don't keep me waiting, dove" Nikolai sang, tilting his head to the side, keeping an eye on me as he fiddled with the faucets of the bath.

"Kolya...?" I hesitated in pulling my nightgown off, the fabric bunching up in my grip.

"Hm?"

"Don't stare, okay?"

"You can count on me, love! But, you can't blame me if I do sneak a few peeks, alright? How am I supposed to bathe my girl without looking at her? Hm?"

My girl.

What an idiot. I wasn't his property, you couldn't own a person, didn't matter how long you kept them trapped in your basement.

Without any further trouble, I untied the bow holding my gown together, letting it slip down my frame and pool at my ankles, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable at Nikolais mercy. I was quick to cover my chest as I hopped off the counter top, trying to keep just an ounce of my modestly intact.

"What a beautiful body-eck! Stupid Nikolai, stupid! She doesn't want you staring! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The jester hit himself in the head a few times, muttering a string of different curse words with each smack.

"Ah, ignore me, dove. Go on! Baths nice and warm for you!"

I didn't need to be told twice, mumbling a quick thanks as I slid down into the tub. It felt like bliss, the bubbles popping under my weight and creating a tickling sensation on my skin. The water was hot, but not so hot you felt like you might boil to death. Just right.

I reached for the vanilla scented body scrub that Nikolai had layed out for me, only to have him grab my wrist before I could get a hold of it. "Ah-ah-Ah, allow me" He wagged his finger back and forth, grabbing the scrub himself and scooping a generous amount into his palm.

It felt wrong, his grubby hands on my bare skin. This should have been a luxury for me, something to enjoy, but I couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat on display. Mere prey, a toy to dress up.

And in a way I was.

#bsd x reader #bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd nikolai #bsd nikolai gogol #bungo stray dogs nikolai #nikolai x reader #yandere nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol #bsd gogol #oneshot

[inkedmyths]

S1: E12 "Faith"

Brought to you by Crepe bribing me with Flight Rising money

[ Kayla asks if it was worth it to sell your soul to capitalism. Crepe said yes. I agree. I may have to endure on but now I have more money for my dragons. This will, unfortunately, always work on me. ]

Cuz you gotta have faith-uh faith-uh faith-uh

Oh we're starting out with the Winchesters? No mysterious deatb if some random person?

[ Kayla interjects with Carry On My Wayward Son. I get flashbacks to playing it on repeat when I initially began this journey. ]

Oooough closeeeet Dean I'm sure you're scared of that

[ Kayla asks Crepe if Dean does any homoeroticism in S1 aside from being too happy about getting pinned to a car. Crepe says no. This does not matter to me, I will make the joke anyways. ]

There are children! Hello children!

Ew what is that

UH Dean buddy that canNOT be healthy

HOSPITAL

HEART ATTACK???

Hi Dean! You look like shit!

:(

Dean you are too chill with your mortality but also Sam is WAY too not chill about it

JOHN WINCHESTER PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE. BITCH

Sam. Sam no

I mean I know Dean is still sround for however many fucking seasons but

DEAN DID YOU BREAK OUT OF THE HOSPITAL. MORON

Why are you both stupid

[ Kayla says this is the parentified child vs child he parentified effect. Which. Yeah fair. ]

Dean: Sam what kinda crazy religion place are you bringing me to

DEAN STOP FLIRTING WITH EVERY LADY YOU MEET. DUMBASS BITCH

[ Kayla says that he's a whore and to leave him alone. That the sluttiest thing a man can do is be an older brother. Kayla is this some kind of kink for you. ]

GOD NO I DIDN'T EVEN GO TO ONE OF THESE KINDS OF CHURCHES BUT. HRGH. HORRIBLE. I want to leave

LMAO CALLED OUT DEAN

LAUGHING im sorry watching Dean get throwm on the spot. Poor dumbass

Go up Dean this is your personal hell now

[ Crepe says no, wrong season. Lovely. ]

Dean having that face that I feel so deeply in my soul whenever someone tries to preacg Christianity to me

FUCKING. HAND AGAINST HIS HEAD poor Dean's face shshshs

UHHH WHAT WAS THAT. WHAT WAS THAT FIGURE

Oh. Oh my god it traded his life for his

O h n o

This is interesting and good but its also so fucking spooky the vibes

Ohhhh something. Something wanted Dean to live.

[ Kayla and Crepe go back and forth about how Supernatural is technically a horror show, though this is dropped somewhat in later seasons. What the fuck did I get myself into. ]

What the fuck is up w/Layla (Leilah?)

Oh :( poor girl

And Dean was the one who got healed so he's :((

"Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?" man

Dean's like 😟

Chick in the woods? Girl whats up?

Girl is abt to die for this old guy

A REAPER?

The music shdhdhdhsh

Thats pretty banger ngl. Whats this song anywas.... Death In The Valley?

NOT ME LOOKING IT UP ON SPOTIFY AND GETTING A PLAYLIST FOR SPN SOUNDTRACK?

DOG LEASH ON A GREAT WHITE

SCREAMS the guy handing out pamphlets "Roy is a fraud"

Dean: Amen brother

Sam: You keep up the good work!

Man: Thank you

God its so interesting storywise but also the vibes are Upsetting

Sam committing breaking and entering all by himself good for him

IS THE CHURCH GUY MURDERING PEOPLE HE DOESN'T LIKE BY SAVING OTHERS

HE IS. HOMOPHOBIC! LITERALLY

GOOOOOD SHIT FUCK nooo i dont wanna watch anymore I don't like confrontation and oough BAD VIBES

Im turning on captions hold on

LAYLA I KNEW IT

Noooooooooooo besties I Cannot

Guys this is UPSETTING

I keep pausing 😭

I'm like stop starting bc I would rather read than hear WHASGSFAFAF

[ Crepe is grinding in Coliseum on Flight Rising to pay me more so I watch more. I can't tell if I'm genius for this or not. ]

Oh the poor guy screaming and Sam being like WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT

Oh I stopped started so much Netflix crashed LMAO

Hrrrgh yeah yeah ok compelling but I want to crawl up a tree

Oh shes still praying

AH YES DEAN GETS TAKEN AWAY. ARRESTED. AGAIN

Ohhh its his wife.... his wife couldn't stand to lose him.... oh.......

"God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work." hey who gave this show the right

[ Kayla says "Remember when I told you this show was sometimes really good?" I tell her to fuck off. She says I'm only proving her point. I call her a bitch. This has no effect. ]

SAM BESTIE U DID IT TO SAVE DEAN CAN U NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONFLICT HERE

LMAO DEAN JUST YELLS AT THE COPS AND THEY CHASE HIM THATS SO FUNNY

A+ plan buddy

Godddd the vibes are so ick and tragic but man

MAN I LOVE WHEN THINGS TAKE CHRISTIANS AND MAKE THEM FUCKED UP

Dean buddy get ready to run again

"The Lord chose me" NO IT FUCKIN DIDN'T

Sams gonna like smack her huh

Oh that Reaper did NOT like being bound

Something something metaphor for controlling death

Winchester Patented Guilt Complex

Oh she still has faith even when she's got a bad diagnosis :(

GODDAMMIT NO DONT

; - ;

So like Dean Winchester Aetheist Extraordinaire saying "I'm not much of a praying type... but I'll pray for you" is something that can be so personal actually

Don't. Don't touch me go away

Fuck you guys for making me watch this show I'm tearing up I hate you all

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In conclusion: OKAY DEAN WINCHESTER LIKERS MAYBE I GET IT. But also fuck off fuck all of you I hate it here goddamn you AUGH I WASNT EXPECTING TO TEAR UP OVER THIS FUCK YOOOOOOOU

#on the highway to superhell #ink actually has an emotion about spn count: 1 #god fuck all of you. im watching another ep

[sadnesslaughs]

A Seal and an Oath (Part 1)

(Based on the prompt. Every generation, a holy maiden, is chosen to imprison the soul of a powerful demon. The maiden must embark on a pilgrimage to holy sites to reinforce her soul and contain the entity. Every demon is out to kill her and free their master. You are appointed as her life long protector.)

“The church must be running out of holy soldiers. Guess that’s what happens when you carelessly throw away lives. What did the high priest think was going to happen when he sent them to march into Hailsford? It’s a church infested by the undead. The ‘Undead’. No matter how many times your soldiers would strike them down, they would keep getting up. Defeat was a matter of time.” Jaxn said, placing a clawed finger against the skull of a deceased soldier. He shifted the skull around until the silver helmet fell off.

“Our order can cleanse the undead. We were not sending our soldiers to die in an unbeatable battle. We were sending them to cleanse our holiest of churches. The high priest wanted to make my journey more secure. We hoped to avoid involving you.” Maiden Trista said, pulling the demon away from the dead soldier, tugging on his horns until he let go.

“You know how to make a guy feel wanted. You book kisses were willing to kill a thousand soldiers to avoid my aid? I bet your deity is pleased. Speaking of deities, where is that bitch? Was she having a nap while they raided Hailsford?” Jaxn didn’t react to her tugging, letting her pull him along, having lost interest in the skull. He had already confirmed what he wanted to know. They were getting close to the church.

“Lady Marva works in mysterious ways. It isn’t for a demon to judge her divine actions. It’s her will that drives us to be better. Without her divine intervention, the world would be run by people like you.” Trista released his horn, pointing towards a large stone column that sat in the middle of the forest. “We are close. If we keep going north, we should arrive there shortly.”

“Right. Lady Marva certainly does work in mysterious ways. So mysterious that you never see her. Lazy Bi- ARGH.” Jaxn fell to his knees, a spray of holy golden light casting a square of energy around him. The light burning, threatening to peel the demon’s skin, only to stop before it could do that. When Jaxn looked up to the heavens, he could see the parted clouds close, forming a cloudy sky once more.

“Lady Marva is all forgiving, but she won’t tolerate your careless words, demon.” Trista smiled, clasping her hands together in thanks. Even if that action may have seemed petty by goddess standards, Trista was thankful for it.

“Ah… damn. Where was that when her soldiers were raiding the church? I’m sure they would have appreciated it.” He muttered under his breath, not foolish enough to let her hear that comment.

“Keep walking. We don’t have time to waste. Tell me something demon, why did you offer your aid? What benefit does this provide you? Most of your kind want my soul to present to their master. Yet, you swore an oath to protect me. A demon’s word is absolute, which means you can’t betray me. So, why?”

“Think about it from my perspective.” Jaxn pulled himself to his knees, catching his breath before making it to his feet. “If that old bastard comes back, I’m screwed. I’ll be forced to become a minion to him. No one can defeat the Great one, not even yours truly. So, I’ll happily help you keep him sealed, as that allows me a chance to rule the world without his interference.”

“Hah.”

“What’s so funny?”

“You ruling the world? You couldn’t even stand a slap on the wrist from my goddess and you speak of ruling the world. It’s laughable.”

Jaxn stared at the maiden, grinding his teeth. How he would have loved to drive his claw through her stomach for that. He swiped his hand forward, only to stop before he made contact, his oath not allowing him to make the killing blow. Trista watched, letting out a small gasp at the near contact, holding the front of her robes.

“Don’t ever insult me, human. This oath will end. I suggest you keep that in mind. When the Great ones sealed, I can kill you if I please.” He threatened, before continuing to walk towards the church.

Trista didn’t move her hands. Feeling the markings of the claws in the fabric of her robes. The claws had gotten so close to hitting flesh. She had almost died, only saved by an oath that would expire. Sure, they had deemed the demon a lifelong protector, but the demon had been crafty. Jaxn only agreeing to serve until the oath expired, not giving eternal servitude like the church had desired. Had the church been in a better position, they could have tried negotiating the deal. Without a proper army, though, they needed all the help they could get, willing to take the risk.

The walk to Hailsford was a silent one. Neither party wishing to speak about what had happened. As they neared the church, they found its once magnificent design was in pieces. The walls cracked, leaving the shrine exposed. The holy statue of Marva missing her arms, leaving her unable to embrace the holy book that sat near her chest. Behind the decaying walls hid the undead creatures. The closer they got, the more noise they could hear. Sniffs and whines of dead beings, sensing fresh human flesh.

“Careful now, maiden. I would hate to see you get a chunk bitten out of you. Have you ever heard how an undead hunts? They latch onto your neck and pull out your-“ As Jaxn spoke, Trista raised her hand. A golden light forming between her fingers, shooting past the shoulder of the demon. The blast blowing apart the undead creature that had been sneaking up behind him.

“Pay attention, beast.” Smoke wading from her hand as the undead began their rush. Some creatures wearing the patterns of the holy church, having turned in that horrible battle. Trista said a prayer while she fought, hoping to guide the fallen to the holy mother when they passed.

She hated seeing them this way. Those painful whines almost sounding like human speech that couldn’t form properly. Each face showing nothing but that last look of fear they held before falling. Even their bodies displayed those last moments, showing off the wound that had slain them.

Jaxn felt nothing for the humans. They were the foolish ones that had marched to their deaths. Had they chosen a life of sin, they could still be living their lives in peace. It wasn’t the undead that worried him, either. Jaxn was able to easily slay them. It was the demons that intimidated him. If they killed Trista, he would break his oath, having his own soul damaged.

When the first demonic fireball spiraled through the battlefield, Jaxn rushed forward. The demon’s leathery wings blocking the flames from hitting the maiden. The blood red demon that cast it landing, staring at their fellow demon in confusion.

“Kill that one. She dares to kill the Great one. Seize her.” It screeched, blood dripping from its sharp teeth, recently having fed.

“Kill her? Alright.” He turned to the maiden, putting a hand on her forehead. He took a quick side glance at his fellow demon. Making sure their defences had dropped before turning and firing a purple line of darkness through their chest. The darkness lifted the demon into the air before dragging them into the ground.

“What was that?” Trista asked, looking at the fallen demon.

“Deception. I didn’t wish to have a fair fight. I can’t sense any other demons, so please. Say your silly little prayer.” The demon entered the church, causing Trista to gasp.

“Don’t demons burn up if they enter holy places?”

“It limits our magic. I can’t fight inside of a church, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enter one.” He dropped into a church pew, staring at the statue. “That’s Marva? I can see why humans get on their knees for her.” He laughed.

“One more word and I’ll smite you myself. Lady Marva is the goddess and holy mother to us all. You will speak about her with reverence and respect.” She pointed her palm at the demon, who raised his hands in fear. If she blasted him while his powers were weakened, it was going to hurt a lot.

“I’ll be quiet. Remember, if I die, you’re on your own.”

Trista lowered her hand and kneeled at the statue. When she heard Jaxn giggle, she jolted her head in his direction, glaring at him. Again, he raised his hands and let her go about her prayer in peace. When the prayer finished, a golden hue surrounded her, reigniting her faith. The light so blinding that Jaxn had to look away. After the prayer, they rounded up any remaining undead, purifying any that remained.

“The church couldn’t handle this many undead? How weak is your order?”

“I believe some of the undead have wandered off. The reports suggested at least a thousand roamed this church. We may have killed at least a quarter of them.”

“So, there’s a horde of undead roaming the world? That’s going to cause some problems. Maybe if your church gives me a magic artifact or two, I’ll take care of that.” Jaxn smiled, offering his hand, prepared to make a deal.

“We will set a bounty for the undead. I’m sure mercenaries would love the chance to earn some coins. Now we need to keep moving. We have two more churches to reach.” Trista led the demon along, taking him away from Hailsford. The group’s next destination being the small village of Balioa.

#short stories #writing #writing prompt #story #writer #novel #novelette

[dicaxasinus]

spooky season! okay so idk how to get interest for oc things so im just gonna put this out there the tl;dr concept is a rogue got stuck in a nightmare hell dimension for a long time and came out of it with dreamwalking/manipulating powers and an axe to grind against their old party. this is their first night back on the material plane and discovering their new Abilities

this is probably the spookiest thing ill ever write, i even got some gnarly ‘eating smth that definitely isnt food’ nightmare stuff in there. thats the only warning i got i think.

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The tavern was silent.

Not a sound resonated through it, even through the thin walls of the cheapest room they had to offer. By all logic, anyone staying there ought to at least hear music late into the night, if not shouted arguments and physical altercations. This was not an establishment that offered safety or comfort, it was a favored haunt for more violent drunks and criminals, and a last resort for anyone who couldn't afford another option.

Perry had known what they were getting into when they had come here. They fit the latter category perfectly, after all, and the prospect of noise didn't bother them. If anything, it was welcome. After so long away from anywhere remotely resembling civilization, the reminder that other people - even rowdy, violent ones - were nearby could almost be called soothing.

All of that was gone. No music, no voices, nothing.

A surge of terror shot through their heart, and with it Perry jolted upright, bracing their hands on the thin blanket that separated their body from the straw-covered ground. Motion. They could move. Good. That could be removed from their list of concerns. Just to be doubly sure, Perry adjusted themself so that they were sitting up properly, clenching and unclenching their hands where they could see them. They heaved a sigh of relief that conscious movement was even possible.

'On to the next question,' they thought to themself, lifting their eyes from their hands. The room felt… off. It hadn't changed much from what they remembered prior to falling asleep, but something wasn't right about it. It was still disgusting, with a floor that was covered in a sticky mix of what was probably old spilled alcohol, vomit, blood, and other substances that they tried very hard not to think about. The same pile of horse-smelling straw poked into their legs through the incredibly stained blanket - which they again tried not to think about - and there were no windows to allow in moonlight.

That was the first thing that didn't add up. There ought to be no light in the room. Why could they see any of that?

The second was the silvery mist that curled all around them. It was like being near a lake on an autumn morning; cold, mysterious, and entirely out of place indoors. Whatever the mist was, it shone as if light was reflecting off of it, but there shouldn't be any here. It had to be producing its own, so it must be some kind of magic.

Perry breathed a curse as they got to their feet. Of course they'd run into some kind of magic on their first day back; one of only a few things that they weren't able to effectively decipher. That was always someone else's specialty, not theirs.

-

The day they were given the assignment, they'd all been some level of nervous, excited, and - most of all - proud. It meant that they'd collectively proven themselves as effective adventurers and problem-solvers, though this was an entirely new level of trust. Most of their previous missions had been simply to go help smaller towns with bandit raids, or disappearances, or even the occasional fiend problem. It was something else entirely to be asked to retrieve an artifact of the Lady of Darkness herself from the Shadowfell.

The Caelian Archives had connections to the Church of the Moon, so it made sense that they would want dangerous artifacts like this 'Mask of Night' kept out of the wrong hands; it was just a surprise and an honor to be trusted with such a great task. Auriga and Lyra had nearly passed out when they were given the news, and subsequently went rushing off to pray for guidance. Cygnus, Orion, and Hesperus, on the other hand, had gone to search the library for any information on the Shadowfell.

They all had their strengths. A paladin and a cleric of the goddess of the moon would naturally trust their goddess to guide them, especially when their quarry was something her sworn enemy held sacred. A wizard was more well-equipped for researching the magic of the plane, to determine what kinds of effects they ought to expect or what they ought to prepare to counter it. A monk and a rogue were there to learn what kinds of landscapes, creatures, or other denizens they might encounter. Preparation was as much divide and conquer as the adventuring itself.

It paid off, too. No number of wraiths or shades could stop them, nor could the frequently-shifting landscape deter them for long. Lyra had spells at the ready to help keep them on track, and between Perry's blessed daggers, Rig's divine strikes, and Cyg's star-covered visage, the undead and other shadow beasts were hardly much of a problem. They were able to reach their destination - the Temple of Somnolence - with relative speed.

Of course, it was there that everything quickly started going wrong.

The entrance to the temple was unsurprisingly locked, and the mechanism to disarm it was embedded deep within a crevice next to the door. It was disguised alongside many other stone carvings, but it wasn't able to escape Perry and Lyra's combined notice. Orion said that they could see some magic around the lock, but it just looked like a weak enchantment. "It shouldn't be any trouble," he'd said.

Perry had trusted his word. They'd put their hands into the crevice, successfully triggered the unlocking mechanism, and the world went pitch black. Their mind urged them to pull back, to say that something was wrong, but their body wouldn't listen. They were frozen where they knelt, head bowed like they were in some awful parody of prayer.

Lyra's was the first voice they heard. "Perry? Perry? Are you okay?"

Rapid steps on stone approached them, but Cyg's voice cut in just as they stopped. "Wait! Lyra, we don't know what happened to them yet. Orion?"

"I'm on it," said the wizard, sounding rattled. Perry felt a wave of magic wash over them, but it did nothing to alter their paralysis. "I… It didn't work, oh, gods, I thought- it looked harmless, I swear-"

"Calm down, Orion, we can't help them if we're panicking," came Rig's voice, finally taking command of the situation. "Can you tell us what kind of magic is affecting them?"

"It's, uh… an enchantment. I tried dispelling it, but it's so much stronger than I thought… Oh, gods, Perry, I'm sorry-"

The darkness that had taken over their eyes was soon accompanied by silence dulling their ears. This, however, was not as complete as the darkness, and they were still able to catch a few intermittent words. Their thoughts felt like they were swimming through tar, but they were certain that they heard three things; "no time," "leave them," and most importantly "come back."

What a mistake it had been, to ever have trusted them.

No one ever came back.

-

They did their best to crush the rapidly swelling bubble of anger inside their chest. They needed a clear head for this. Thinking about old friends wouldn't help that.

Varying suspicions about the mist ran through their mind as they slowly approached the door. It could be a spell, intentionally cast by someone in the tavern to obscure something, but that wouldn't explain the silence. Of course, that too could be a spell, but… Perry couldn't help but think that wasn't right. What were the odds that a tavern brawl made no contact with the walls? Or even the floors, really. Magical silence wouldn't negate the vibrations of a body impacting wood. Perhaps it could be the natural effect of some kind of creature, obscuring its hunt with magical mist? Undead were often associated with this kind of ethereal energy, and honestly Perry wouldn't doubt that there could be proverbial skeletons in the closets here.

What they were not expecting was for the bar to be completely vacant.

Perry had to pause in the entryway for a moment, letting the surprise wash over them. They could have sworn that a place like this was one that was rarely - if ever - empty. The clientele was so violent and untrustworthy that they'd assumed that barkeeps would always be present, just in case someone got any funny ideas about theft. Not to mention that this kind of crowd was the type that they'd expect to be drinking at all hours of the day.

Just like in their room, though, the mist filled the entire bar room. A glance behind them revealed that it extended into the hall behind them as well. They had to assume that it would be in other rooms, but they could investigate that later. There was a window at the far end of it, they'd see if it went outside once they finished looking around the bar.

They stepped carefully, doing their best not to break the deafening silence. The creak of a single floorboard could alert gods-know-what to their presence, and that was a circumstance they were much better off avoiding. They moved around empty chairs and tables, which looked unmoved from how they'd been prior to going to sleep. Drinks were on tables, some chairs were overturned, but there was absolutely no sign of the people who had been sitting there drinking them.

Perry soon had to give up on that investigative route. All the signs pointed to the people in the bar simply vanishing, but that was hard to believe. They didn't rule it out entirely, but what could possibly have done that? Some vengeful spirit that targeted the bar room exclusively? That just didn't seem likely.

The next area to investigate was behind the bar itself, but that yielded even fewer results. There was, quite literally, nothing under the bar counter. It was as if the counter was just a facade; a mere wooden box that was built to appear functional, but with no tankards, kegs, or bottles anywhere to be found.

The back room was just the same; no kegs, food, or even crates of anything that might indicate that it had ever been used. It didn't make any sense. Perry knew that there should be something back there, since they saw the barkeep go back there just before they'd gone to their room. The food they'd eaten just hours prior came from there.

Unease turned their stomach at the thought. They could feel the bile starting to rise, but they covered their mouth to try to force it back down. They couldn't afford to be sick now, not when it might leave evidence of their presence.

-

Perry had no idea how long the paralysis lasted. Long enough for familiar voices and footsteps to fade into silence and the creeping fear of being alone in the dark to begin crawling up their spine. Distant wails of the undead chilled their blood, but they couldn't even flinch in response to the piercing noise.

A cold presence circled around them, like a hunter examining its latest catch. A sensation like freezing water rolled down from the top of their head, lingering like a crown of ice even as it loosened their frozen muscles. They wanted to move, to open their eyes, to at least see what kind of threat was watching them, but their body still refused to respond.

When their hands finally withdrew from the lock's crevice, they felt disconnected from the motion. They had no command over their arms, nor their legs as they rose to their feet, or their eyes as they were finally able to blink open. Deep shadows surrounded them, coiled like a serpent as a face smiled cruelly out of the darkness.

Not a word was spoken. The shadows simply parted, opening a path away from the temple. Perry's legs moved unbidden, carrying them away from the temple, away from the path they remembered, and deeper into the unknown reaches of the Shadowfell.

Time lost meaning after they left the temple. To an extent, reality itself did as well. As their body compelled them to wander through hordes of undead, how were they to differentiate when their claws tore through their armor and when it was merely a vision? The sensations were always there, and any vision flowed seamlessly into the next reality; leaving phantom sensations of lost organs where there was suddenly unmarred flesh. Defense was never an option, not when they had no command of their limbs, and whatever did command them seemed to want nothing more than Perry's unending, primal terror.

At some point, however, the experiences began to shift. On one occasion, Perry approached what appeared to be the warped echo of a small town. The inhabitants of the town appeared just as alive as they were, if far more pale. They never approached Perry. They only ever looked at them and smiled, revealing needle-like teeth and the knowledge that more sentient undead had an interest in leaving them as they were.

Blood-soaked visions in the barns of vampire settlements haunted Perry more than others. They desperately needed to believe that any experience with food in the Shadowfell was merely a vision. Even still, they would never be able to forget them; from the compulsion to put warm, unidentifiable flesh in their mouth to the feeling of horror upon realizing that something that had appeared normal suddenly became something moving, wriggling even as it slid down their throat.

When the nightmare finally ended, when they finally regained control of themself, Perry vomited on the grass at the edge of a planar vortex - finally back in their home plane, but haunted by everything they had seen.

Through it all, though, the memory of the last moments with their so-called friends lingered. Orion's carelessness. Lyra's acquiescence to Cygnus's warning, to the point where neither of them tried to help them. Auriga's ultimate decision that they would be left behind.

Perry would make them regret that decision, if it was the last thing they did.

-

This entire area was a bust. Perry hadn't found any answers here, just more unsettling questions. They returned to the hall lined with rented rooms, ignoring the lightheadedness that washed down their skull. Hopefully there would be something useful there, rather than more empty rooms.

Just like their room and the bar, everything appeared normal at first glance. Of course, it wasn't as if they had seen inside any of the rooms before whatever this was happened, nor could they see through doors. As disgusting as this place was, the rooms did at least have locks, so Perry would have to pick a few if they wanted to see if anyone else was still present. They just hoped they hadn't lost their touch too badly.

First things first though: the window at the far end of the hall. If this effect stretched outside of the tavern, then maybe it was something odd about this entire region, not just the one building. That might be harder to deal with in the long term, but they might be able to get answers more easily if they managed to find someone to ask. It would be a step in the right direction.

As Perry gazed out into the night, their attention was quickly drawn up from the misty ground to a starless black sky. The moon hadn't quite been full, but it certainly hadn't been new either. Still, the only light appeared to come from the mist itself, with no moon to be seen.

A streak of pink light raced across the sky, startling a gasp from Perry. After several minutes, another light streaked by, this time a bright blue and coursing in a completely different direction. There were more, Perry was sure of it, but they weren't frequent and there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to which direction they went.

They turned away from the window slowly. So it seemed that again, they were left with more questions than answers. The mist extended outside, so this magic wasn't isolated to the tavern itself, but clearly it had to extend to even the sky. It couldn't be some kind of planar magic, could it? Perry was so fucking sick of interplanar magic, if they had somehow been transported again - and in their sleep no less - they were sure they'd lose their mind.

Another burst of color drew them out of their thoughts. Immediately in front of them, they could see a lightly obscured figure laying on the floor, with a cloud of multicolored mist drifting around their head. Slowly, curiously, and nearly spellbound by the sudden presence of another person, Perry approached the sleeping figure.

The colored mist seemed slightly different from the silver that dominated the building. It called to them, like it was inviting Perry to come see what was going on even more than any other mystery did. They reached toward it, tentatively, but pulled back as the slowly undulating mist trailed toward their outstretched hand. No matter how alluring it was, Perry couldn't afford to simply let it do whatever it willed to them.

Their conviction allowed them to shake loose the reins of curiosity long enough for them to look around once more. They were not in the hallway. They could still see the window, but they now realized that they could see it through a translucent wall; one with no distinctive features, just like the rest of the room they were now in. Apprehension set in once again as they realized that they had no recollection of opening a door. If that wall was translucent, had they simply walked through it just as easily as they could see?

A glance to the other interior wall revealed that it was just as translucent as the one they'd apparently walked through. On the opposite side, they could see a tiny bundle with another cloud of multicolored mist around it.

Perry darted back to the hallway, passing through the translucent wall once again with alarming ease. The rooms on both sides were equally visible at this proximity, and they tried to control their quickening breaths as they scanned them for any more colored mist. Some of the rooms were empty, but every single room that did have one body - or two, or three - each individual had a cloud with a distinct pattern of colors.

Several things were quickly becoming clear; Perry was the only one conscious in whatever plane this was, everyone they saw had the mysterious colorful mist around them, and any room they hadn't seen had no features whatsoever. They still didn't know how they had gotten to this place, nor how they might leave, but… they got the feeling that they could stop trying to be silent. Nothing was going to hear them if they'd managed to get so close to a sleeping body that the mist tried to reach out for them as well.

The only way Perry could think would get much of an answer, however, was to reach back to it. Allow whatever it was to show them what it wanted. It wasn't ideal, and Perry wished that they had some other way to investigate magical effects, but they couldn't help that now.

They returned to the room at the end of the hall, where they'd first noticed the mist. Just like before, the mist drifted toward Perry's outstretched hand, but this time they did not pull back. They allowed the mist to coalesce their palm, like an ethereal crystal ball. The colors began to take shapes, painting a moving picture of a young girl tugging a man excitedly through a field of flowers. They could feel the peace the man felt with this picture, and likewise the longing for it.

Perry pulled back, allowing the ball of mist to dissipate to nothingness as it fell toward the ground. They moved to another person, this time seeing a woman at the helm of a ship, laughing triumphantly as she discovered a chest full of gold and jewels. Another; a man slitting the throat of another, satisfying his need for vengeance. With each vision, it became clear what the clouds of mist were.

Dreams.

Their heart raced at the revelation, scared of what that would mean for them, that they could see all of these. What was this place, where dreams were not only visible, but tangible? Were they trapped in some kind of realm of dreams?

As they approached yet another dreamer, watching his vision of a man growing ever more frustrated with a woman's dog, they noticed something new about the dream; not only did it have a slight weight, but it also had a slight give if they clenched their fingers around it. It was malleable. They watched the dreamer's anger give way to a desire for violence, and Perry couldn't help their own curiosity about how far this ability of theirs could go. They traced their fingers over the mist, smearing the image of the dog until it looked more like the giant, monstrous shape of one. The desire the dreamer had felt before gave way to fear, but Perry had little time to experiment more before the mist disappeared in a puff of smoke - as did the figure it had surrounded.

If this truly was a dreamscape of some kind, then Perry could only assume that the dreamer they'd been tampering with had woken. That… could potentially explain the emptiness of this place as well. If someone could not be here while awake, then of course the tavern would be empty. Who in their right mind would fall asleep in such an openly dangerous area? Likewise, the staff wouldn't be asleep, so of course they wouldn't be present here either.

Perry returned to the window at the end of the hall. It was ever so faint, but they could still see traces of colored mist emerging from nearby homes, barns, stables - anywhere something might be sleeping. More importantly, they felt sure that they could call the mist to them. Their heart began to race again - this time with excitement - as an idea turned in their mind.

"Auriga," they hissed, simmering rage blending with their delight as wisps of silver mist began to coalesce in their hand. It slowly began to stain with ethereal colors, but Perry was soon greeted with the image of their old comrade without her gilded armor. She wasn't alone in her dream, but was performing some kind of song for a crowded theater. Things were going well for her.

Too well, in Perry's humble opinion.

They reached their free hand toward the orb in their hands, intending to turn the crowd into a violent mob, but the moment they touched the lightly stained mist, the image dispersed like a popped bubble. The surprise at the vision's sudden loss only gave them a moment's pause before fury began to creep back in. Why hadn't it worked this time? Why couldn't they change Rig's dream the same way they had changed some stranger's?

Perry hardly noticed the shadows that began to stain the silver mist around them, nor the tendrils of black that began to creep through the dreams around them.

A sharp, sudden scream pierced the silence of the dreamscape, and Perry jolted upright in utter darkness. Odd-smelling straw poked into their hands, and confused, annoyed voices carried through the wall to their left. There was no mist illuminating their room, and the walls appeared as solid as ever.

Through the wall to their right, they could hear a woman frantically hushing a sobbing child, assuring him that it was just a dream.

Perry let out a heavy breath. It had been just a dream, but had felt so real. It hadn't felt like just a dream. If they managed to return to that dreamscape, they would have to learn more about how this new power worked.

And what exactly they might accomplish with it.

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Week Seven: "We go in and we throw it down. In his face. With Christ."

Hello there, people of the world.  This week was a journey.  A real trudge, honestly, but with a few really cool bright spots mixed in.  For most of the week I really had a hard time looking forward to much, and a sudden increase of anxiety made it really hard to grind out the finding work that I wish I had done a better job of.  I was doing really well with that, and I'm just now starting to build back my confidence.  The last two weeks have gone by very quickly though, and over the course of the last day I've started to get some mojo back so I'll spare you further complaining and I'll just tell you what some of those bright spots were. :)

Throughout the week we've continued to have really cool, deep lessons with Andrew.  His faith is growing, and it's so gratifying to see someone actually see the light that I'm out here trying to share with them.  He's not all the way there yet and there will surely be difficult times ahead but he's an honest and motivated guy so I look forward to continuing to help him any way that I can.

We dropped by a member's house right after a snowstorm and found, to our great surprise, a man we had knocked into a few weeks prior shoveling the member's driveway!  We had a conversation with him at the time...one which I would describe as a "civil argument" about Christian theology (he was curious about our beliefs but made it clear he had no interest in changing his) and once we went on our ways I didn't expect to see him again.  He came up to our car, realized who we were, and asked how much longer we were going to be in Midland.  He then clarified that he wanted to know because he wanted to invite us to dinner sometime, and obtained our phone number.  So that might be an interesting evening at some point.  When we asked that member about why the man may have invited us, he said he had never discussed religion with him, and that he was simply shoveling the driveway to be a good neighbor.  The whole encounter was just rather bizarre.

We attended a big meal with the family of a girl who was recently baptized.  We invited her primary teachers to the event, which was hosted by her aunt but what I did not know is that 1. Her primary leaders are apparently part of her extended family and 2. the lady who was hosting (who is also her aunt) invited a bunch of other family members over.  So I found myself at a 15 person family gathering trying to keep everyone's names straight while also trying to figure out how to explain the restoration of the gospel of Christ to a 9 year old.  It was wild.  Honestly though, despite the chaos it was really, really nice to just be hanging out in a big family group like that.  Helped me miss my big loud family gatherings a little less.

On Friday I had the opportunity to attend a musical performance called the Lamb of God.  It is a choral/orchestral rendition of the story of Christ's Atonement, put together by a collective of several different churches here in Midland.  Both our local ward and stake as well as the mission were involved, so I got free tickets and was told to invite as many people as I was teaching to come.  Unfortunately the family who was super excited to come completely fell off the face of the earth this week and didn't show (what the heck dude...) but I still really enjoyed it.  It was a nice way to have a break and enjoy the evening.

Because of the Lamb of God, all the missionaries from the Midland Zone were here as well as President and Sister Heap, so they decided to hold interviews with President earlier in the day.  Having a one on one with President was really nice, and given some of the things I've been struggling with this week the timing felt very inspired.  It's also very fun working in the gathering place for a mission event because over the course of the day you start seeing more and more mission cars driving around and you keep running into people you haven't seen in forever.  Because it snowed during the performance, some of the missionaries from the outer parts of the zone were permitted to have a sleepover with us, which was very fun.  

Finally, just last night we had dinner with a member family.  This was a good time...their family is a lot of fun, and since it doesn't happen much anymore I forget how good hanging out with little kids is for my soul.  I was also quite proud, as the 4 year old (who wanted nothing to do with us for the whole evening) very suddenly tried to set up shop on my lap in the final 10 minutes of the visit.  I felt really bad when I had to tell her she couldn't do that...as a missionary I'm not allowed to touch other people's kids for liability reasons but she doesn't understand that.  Despite being thwarted earlier she ran up to give my leg a hug as I was leaving.  Things like that aren't helpful when it comes to being impatient that I'm doing this right now instead of starting a family of my own but they do spark some much needed joy for me.

Anyway, I'm still slooooowly working on settling myself in for the long haul and there is still much to do in that department but that's another week of my mission and my life successfully lived, and I guess that means it was a victory.  Nothing to do now but enjoy my prep day and be curious about what the next one will bring.

Oh, hah, right.  The title of the email.  When the other missionaries were in town they shared a clip taken from one of our daily devotionals with President Heap just a few weeks before I arrived.  It was entitled "Dunk on Satan".  I nearly died laughing.  President Heap is an awesome guy, who we all love very much.

Just like I love all of you.  Happy living, everyone.

-Elder Beren Mowrer

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#5

It's a habit (i can't help it) is the last scarian + cannibalism fic i will hopefully ever write!! hopefully.

It features watcher lore (come talk to me about my thoughts on that), vex lore (come talk to me about my thoughts on that), and some good old-fashioned blatant homoeroticism!

34 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#4

i love gay people

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how to court your "professional rival" was my gift for @droidofmay for the @extrememcytexchange!!

i had a blast working with her prompt and the time of my life writing this fic :D wonderful exchange, would participate again

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this is the energy we should be bringing to lore i think

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My #1 post of 2022

ok but im still fucked up over c!tommy's blank void limbo. like. god cdream really took every fucking thing from him he takes his discs he takes his brother he takes lmanberg he takes tubbo he takes his fucking god. like. christ man. do you think when he came back he went to church prime? did he try to cleanse himself in holy water, did he pray for her to take him back, assuming she had deliberately abandoned him? did he try to fast or do penance did he kneel for hours on the cold marble did he try to remove himself from everything to be more holy or since lady prime is a god of abundance did he go the other route. did he try to steal more try to grind try to get as many thing as possible did he keep them thinking that was what she wanted from him or did he give them to her. did he think exile and his death was a punishment for trying to value Things less when wealth is her domain. is her certain that if only he could have just held on to those discs he could've spent his limbo with her in eternal wealth? what afterlife DOES church prime teach, is it just. wealth in whatever will make you the happiest or do her followers go to her place when they die?

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I just remembered this so I think it's time to write it. When I was a kid, my family went to this church, after one of the services, there was a wedding of one of the people that went there and I guess the whole party was to stay. The groom wore a t-shirt with a print out of a tux and someone came and scolded him for it so he went and changed into a proper suit. But anyways, my mom left with my sister (who was only a few months old at the time so there was good reason, she never knew when to be quiet, still doesn't.)

For whatever reason, I had to stay, I stayed with my dad and there was a little picnic reception outside. Now the thing about this church is that everyone was OLD and I mean, there was me, my baby sister and this woman had her kid (like 6 or something) and that was it for any young people. My dad was really grinding on me at the time to find kids to play with because I didn't have any friends so my dad thought it'd be a good idea for me to play with this 6yo and I'm like...a teenager, 13 I think. I kind of just shrug it off, I don't really know these people but eventually he takes me out to the car to have a "talk" with me when we hear this scream. We look back and someone was approaching. My dad asks her what's going on and she says that this old lady (we'll call her Agnes) just fainted.

My dad had first responder training so he pulls out this blanket and first aid kit from the car and we roll on over there. She was laying face down on the table, we end up getting her to the floor of the pavilion, head on the blanket and my dad does a heart check and this that and the other thing. Ambulance is already on the way. We discern that she just had heatstroke/got dehydrated/overheated and just passed out because she came to before the ambulance came, just didn't seem to really know what was going on.

So TLDR; Wedding ended up with someone in an ambulance.

#we went home after that #i expected my dad to brag about that but i don't think he ever told anybody #everyone ended up ok #wedding #story #my dad

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Deadbeat Pt. 2

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Read Part One

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut, cursing, abandonment, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, this chapter talks about Reverend Teagardin/his actions towards the young girls in the story (nothing is described in detail- just accusations discussing how he gives off bad vibes and is creepy- if you’ve seen the film you already know)

Word Count: 5k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

I hope you all enjoy!

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It was always so hot in that little one room chapel. There was no fan and everyone would be crushed in together like sardines. The air was always sticky and it turned everyone sluggish. Your mama never brought you and Tommy to church, but you saw how that singled you out in this community. The judgmental looks people would give you for not going always made you feel like they viewed your family as trailer trash. So when they left, you started going regular like everyone else. You wanted to make a good impression and give yourself an opportunity to be more involved in the community. You used to attend with Arvin’s family, but now you sit on the opposite side of the aisle.

You and Arvin were still on friendly terms. On your nights off, sometimes you’d be invited to join them for supper. Ever since you and Arvin broke up, you’ve politely denied his grandmother’s thoughtful invitations. Now that you were living alone with the Sheriff, you wouldn’t anticipate any more neighborly invitations but instead prayers to save your soul, like you weren’t already damned for ‘peddling the Devil’s drink’ as you’ve heard alcohol referred to so many times by Ms. Russell.

You didn’t care much for the new reverend, and you found yourself often zoning out during his sermons. You were more preoccupied with the uncomfortableness of the pews and how your thighs felt like you’d be ripping giant band-aids off the back of them when you stand up after the service ended- even if it was a cooler day. Reverend Teagardin made a terrible first impression in your opinion, and he never did nothing to make you think you were misjudging him. You trusted the Sheriff’s advice to steer clear of him. Though based on the liking he’d taken to talking to the high school aged girls after service ended, you were thinking you were too old for him anyways. You shook your head, chastising yourself for joking about something like that even just to yourself. You made sure to tell Lee whenever he did something to tip you off that he might be trouble. You didn’t trust him one bit.

After the service, you were almost ambushed by a couple of women who were notoriously known for being the town’s busy bodies. The shorter of the two was Ethel Perry, who absolutely wreaked of cigarette smoke and always carried a little beaded purse. The other was Ida Sinclair, whose hair was a silver blue, and always wore a turtleneck and a thick sweater overtop even in the middle of hot summer days. They were sweet ladies, and normally you’d love to gab and let them fill you in on all the town gossip. They were great to talk to. But now that you were on the other side of their gossip, their nice demeanor felt much more predatory now that they were seeking you out for information instead of sharing it.

“Sweetheart,” Ida said sweetly, cornering you outside by the steps. “You poor thing how are you holding up?” You were buttoning up your jacket, when the pair snuck up on you, catching you off guard.

“Oh Mrs. Sinclair, I’m doing just fine. No need to worry about me,” you say, giving them a small smile.

“Is it true you’re renting a room to Sheriff Bodecker?” Ms. Perry interjects, not even bothering with the small talk. You almost respected her more direct approach, the small talk Ms. Sinclair was attempting to make made you feel a tinge resentful of their attitude towards you.

“Yes, ma’am,” you reply, not giving her anymore details. If she wanted the gossip, she’d need to own up to being direct in her behavior.

“We heard Janie kicked him out of the house,” Mrs. Sinclair said, her face plastered with worry like she felt sorry for the man. You smiled through your teeth and nodded.

“Makes sense,” Ms. Perry added, “Him needing a room and with your mama leaving you here alone and all.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you say smiling through your teeth, you hadn’t realized you were grinding down on them that hard.

“Ms. Beaumont was going on and on yesterday about how it wasn’t fitting,” Ms. Perry continued. “You being a young single girl- working at that terrible bar, renting out a room to a man. She was insinuating something awful- but don’t worry dear. We know she’s just being meddlesome and trying to stir the pot where she shouldn’t.”

“Thank you, Ms. Perry,” you responded, sarcastically but they didn’t pick up on it. “It was lovely seeing you both,” you say, stepping away, “but I should be heading home now.”

“Too bad the Sheriff doesn’t come to Church,” Mrs. Sinclair, said, “He could be driving you, so you don’t have to be walking.”

The Sheriff worked on Sunday mornings and both of them knew that. You knew it was just an attempt to insinuate something else you didn’t have the patience to try to decode. You just nodded as a goodbye and started walking home. It never took long to walk, and you wouldn’t bother the Sheriff for a ride unless you really needed one- like if it was bad weather or if you were leaving work too late at night. You didn’t mind walking at all- gave you a chance to just clear your head and enjoy the fresh air, especially after getting out of that stuffy chapel.

You knew the Sheriff actually wasn’t working today. He told you this morning he was going to the courthouse to sign his divorce papers and then to pick up his stuff at the house. You’d see him later on that night when he finished that whole mess. It was the quickest divorce you’d ever seen. Neither one of them seemed to care to get lawyers. Based on what Lee told you so far, he really just was fine with her taking anything she asked for- including the house. His indifference to the whole thing really was like no divorce you’d ever heard about. You sympathized, because it was just him not wanting to prolong the painful ordeal of it all. He just wanted to get it all over and done with, and you understood that.

When you got home, you changed out of your Sunday dress and into some work clothes. A pair of overalls, a short sleeved tshirt and a pair of your old saddle shoes. You protected your hair with a bandana and decided to get to work. You got some free cardboard boxes from the grocer yesterday, and you resolved to help Lee out and clear out all of your mom’s old stuff. You told him when he left to leave the door unlocked for you and it would be cleared out as best you could get it so he’d had somewhere to put his stuff when he got back.

You started with the closet and getting rid of all her clothes. You’d call the donation center tomorrow and they’d send someone to come pick it all up. You weren’t sentimental about anything that belonged to her. Much like the Sheriff and his divorce, you just wanted to get this stuff out of the house and get the chore over with. You kept the photographs, and some of the things you knew might be worth something, like any of the jewelry she’d left in her jewelry box. You took anything that was hers and either tossed it or put it in the large donation pile.

You knew the weather tonight would be fine, so you opted to carry all the boxes outside and stack them on the porch. You figured it would be better and easier to deal with if you piled the full boxes outside before they came tomorrow. You didn’t touch Tommy’s room. You figured there was no need, and he was the only one out of the two you had a small amount of hope would someday come back, even if it was just to visit.

You closed the first box, and carried it down the hall and down the stairs slowly because it blocked your vision. At the bottom of the stairs, you propped the box on your hip so you could open the door. You then walked sideways out of the front door to drop it on the porch. As you were walking out you saw the familiar cruiser, driving down the road. You smiled, actually liking the feeling of having someone living with you. It was a little exciting. It was clouded by terrible circumstances on both your parts, but you hadn’t realized how lonely you had been living alone- even if it had only been a couple of days of Lee being here.

When Lee saw you walk out on the porch, he almost hit the garage door. You looked absolutely gorgeous, sweaty from working around the house and moving boxes. His heart felt strained in his chest when you smiled at him. That right there made his whole shitty day worth it. He hated facing Janie, scribbling his signature fast as ever on every document thrown at him. He hated that she was there with Miller, him standing behind her with his hand on her shoulder comforting her, like she wasn’t the adulterer in the room. It was infuriating.

He felt like a stranger in his own goddamn house, rummaging through everything grabbing what was his. Janie watched him like a hawk, following him around and saying nothing, like he wasn’t to be trusted to not take something. What like he’d steal something that was his? He hardly spoke two words to her. Miller sitting in his recliner, watching the news on the television. She made no attempt to even shield him from the look of another man living there. She wasted no time, announcing she’d be marrying the bastard as Lee was leaving. He mumbled a ‘congratulations’ and loaded the few boxes he had into the trunk of the cruiser.

Now seeing you there standing on the porch, all the bullshit he had to put up with today seemed worth it. It was grounding. He sighed, tossing his hat on the seat, and zipping up his leather jacket- ignoring the way it was fitting a little snugger. As he fumbled with the zipper, his mind started to wander- thoughts always clouded with you. He was usually able to keep his feeling pushed away when he was out, but the second he would see you again, all progress was lost. And here you are, like you were waiting for him to come back to you.

“I still have a few more boxes,” you say as he closes the door to the cruiser.

“I can move them,” he tries to protest, but you’ve already disappeared back into the house. He gets his own boxes out of the trunk and brings them into the house, leaving them on the living room floor for now. He hangs up his coat on the coatrack, on the hook next to yours, and then heads up the narrow staircase to see if he can help you. He gets to his room and he stops in the doorway, dead in his tracks. You’re on the floor, on your knees in front of a box, using a roll of packing tape to secure it shut. His heart stops and he’s frozen. He stutters to make himself known, but you don’t seem to notice the way he reacted to you. He’s relieved that you don’t seem to miss a beat, pushing the box in his direction, your way of telling him he can bring it outside. You stretch over and pull another box in front of you and begin placing folded clothes that were on the floor inside just to fill it to the brim completely before closing it.

That silent assembly line of the two of you makes the work go by quick. You have six large boxes ready to get picked up tomorrow sitting on the front porch, and Lee is able to bring his stuff upstairs. You decide to let him have some time to just settle, and you get started on what to do for dinner when you see it getting pretty late in the afternoon.

There was never any spoken agreement that you’d both eat together. It just kind of happens on its on the past two nights he’s been here. You’d be making dinner for yourself anyways, and making something for two isn’t that much more work. You know he doesn’t expect you to cook for him at all, but since you were taking up the kitchen anyways you don’t mind. You weren’t the best cook, but you’re pretty sure your cooking beats a cold sandwich from the diner.

Upstairs, Lee was letting his emotions get the best of him. His ever-present feelings for you- he actually wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was just an attraction, or maybe he was so used to coldness from Janie that he’s falling apart at a woman being nice to him and treating like a person. He needed to pull himself together. He closed his eyes for a second, picturing how you looked packing the boxes up. On your knees, the overalls hugging your figure, the little bit of sweat on your brow- it was the best sight he ever got the pleasure of seeing. He looks at the mirror that sat in the corner of the room. He sighs looking over his appearance.

There’s no way a beautiful, young girl like you would look at him the same way, as much as he wished it. His slightly protruding stomach, a sign of all the drinking and his bad diet. He had a little bit of a double chin from angles as well. He sticks is neck out to try to remember what his face looked like when his jaw was more defined. He realizes how ridiculous he was being. He didn’t think you were the kind of person to care that much about the things that very much bothered him. He runs a hand through his hair, and continues to hang up his shirts in the closet. You were turning him soft, and you had no idea.

He hears you coming up the stairs, and he feels his heartbeat quicken like you were going to catch him thinking about you. He was being so stupid, he chastises himself. He couldn’t have you affecting him like this. He turned his head and catches your eye as you are heading into the bathroom in the hallway.

“Just washing up before supper,” you say casually, and heading into the bathroom. He had to pull himself together. He sighed, thinking about your sweetness and hospitality ever since he showed up at your door two nights ago. You welcomed him into your home without a second thought. You trusted him, and that made him feel even more guilty. He couldn’t be thinking that anything between the two of you could happen. He needed to be a good man. But Christ, how even could a good man keep himself in check when he’s in such close quarters with you?

“Made mac and cheese with some grilled chicken if you’re hungry,” you say, not looking back at him but just immediately heading back down the hallway and down the stairs. He watched you walk away, biting his lip at how your ass looked in that denim. He gently hits his head against the mirror, like that’s somehow going to snap him out of it. He makes a fist and then stretches out his hands like that will do anything.

“Ms. Perry and Mrs. Sinclair cornered me outside Church today,” you said with a chuckle, as he came into the kitchen.

“Yeah?” he asks, taking the plate you hand to him. He opens up the drawer and grabs silverware for him and yourself while you put your plate together.

“Yeah,” you grinned, biting your lip. “I’m the talk of the town apparently.”

“I’m sorry about that, hun,” he says sympathetically, “That’s all my fault.”

“No, it’s not,” you say, walking over to your kitchen table and taking a seat. “I find them kind of funny,” you shrug, “They were talking about me long before this and this is just the newest thing.”

“What did they say?” he asks, as he takes his seat across from you. It was a small table, only was able to seat two comfortably, anymore would be too crowded.

“They think I should be using you as a ride to Church,” you reply, “Also that our situation ain’t fitting according to Ms. Beaumont. But they insisted they don’t think that at all.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he grins.

“I thought she was gonna ask me how much I’m charging you for rent next,” you scoff before taking a bit of food.

“Do they bother you?” he asks. He felt bad at how this living situation would affect you. He understood how much keeping up appearances mattered in this town. If someone were to start a nasty rumor, your name would be tarnish all over town. You might as well start wearing a big red A on your jacket.

“Not really,” you shrug. “It bothered me in the moment, cause they cornered me, but I have no reason to be worried. It’s not like anything they say is gonna amount to anything without evidence. They can insinuate all they want.”

The word evidence hung heavy on his mind. His brain running through scenarios if you both actually had something worth hiding. Kissing you in the backseat of the cruiser pulled into some back road by the water somewhere or sneaking touches under the table at the diner. It wouldn’t be wrong, not really, he thought to himself. You’re an adult and if you felt the same way fuck what the town would think.

You actually thought the Sheriff was quite handsome. You hadn’t really been able to look past how intimidating he looked sometimes or his gruff exterior. The man sitting across from you was not like the guy that makes the town cower away from him at times. He was relaxed, his face especially. It was a rare form for him. The man seemed to constantly be stressed, full of pent-up tension, no doubt due to the stress of his job. You noticed that his eyes looked softer, and how blue they were. Suddenly, you realized it was just you and him- alone. Living in your house. You felt your face heat up, and he picked up on your change in demeanor.

“You alright?” he asks, looking over at you.

“Yeah,” you say, a little nervously. “Just need some water.”

You get up and head over to the cabinet next to the sink, and you reach up to get yourself a glass. Suddenly, you feel his presence behind you, making you jump. He’s just reaching to get himself a glass too, his body pressing very lightly against you. He gives you a concerned look as you look flustered and you let out a small gasp.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” he says, and you could almost swear you saw him smirking. He takes his glass over to the fridge and pours himself some of the iced-tea from the pitcher you keep inside the fridge.

“I think you’re right about Reverend Teagardin,” you say, trying desperately to reorient yourself.

“He’s no good,” Lee agreed. “He’s crooked. Just be careful around him, sweetheart.” Those damn pet names were making your stomach churn with butterflies.

“I think I’m too old to be on his radar,” you admit quietly, in a rushed tone. Your accusation hushed, even if it was just you and Lee.

“You see him do anything?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, not really,” you say, “but he talks for an awful long time to the high school aged girls after services. I don’t know it just gives me a gut feeling about him. Those poor girls, like Lenora- they don’t know when their being sweet talked and manipulated. Just makes me nervous. Married man talking to those girls so shamelessly- charming them.”

“I’ll try to swing by and check the place out,” he nods, looking a little lost in thought.

“That’ll make me feel so much better,” you smile. He grins and licks his lips, before taking a swig of his drink.

You both take a seat at the table again, finishing up dinner fairly quickly. You asked him about his day and he told you all about Miller and the papers, and you listened intently. You felt bad he had to go through that. Yeah, Lee was not a picture-perfect husband by any means, you were sure. But the actions he faced today still sounded harsh. Somewhere in your mind, you thought he deserved better. Maybe he didn’t, but the man was clearly in pain and it tugs at your heartstrings.

“Since you made dinner, I can clean up,” he offered.

“That’s really sweet. Thanks, Lee,” you smile shyly. This all felt so… domestic. You were acting like a married couple. It’s not like the two of you could help it. You were living under the same roof and existing in the same space. This is how people who live together interact. That’s it. Right?

“I think I’ll call and leave a message at the donation center so they send someone to get those boxes tomorrow,” you decide. You head over to the living room where you kept your phone, pulling out your address book out of a drawer in the table the phone rested on. Lee nodded, taking your dishes and his own over to the sink.

You sit on the couch, criss cross and hold the base of the phone on one knee, resting the receiver up to your ear with your elbow. You dial the number, the phone clicking every time the dial falls back into place.

Lee can’t make out what you are saying, but he chuckles recognizing the tone of voice you use- like a customer service voice he’ll hear you pull out at the bar often. He does the dishes, and just lets himself escape into his fantasies again. His mind was racing about what those women at Church thought was happening between the two of you. He knows its wrong, but god he wishes it was real.

He imagines that after you both have gone to bed you show up at his door in the middle of the night- looking like how you did the night you agreed to let him stay. You confess how much you want him and he just pulls you into a rushed kiss- you just overtaken by the sudden relief of all the pent-up tension. He imagines how it would feel to hear little moans against his lips coming from you when he slips his tongue into your mouth. He can almost feel what it would be like to have you tightly against his body. His hands being allowed to just freely explore you and how you must look under him, begging and needy-

“Okay, that’s all set,” you announce walking back into the kitchen. “Hopefully they’ll send someone over first thing.”

“G-good, yeah,” he stutters out, pulling himself out of his daydream. “Do you have work tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I go in at 4,” you reply, not noticing how flustered he is. He’s relieved to see you looking in the fridge and it gives him a chance to adjust before you saw how hard he was.

“Need a ride?” He asks. “I can pick you up on my way home.”

“Perfect,” you smile when you turn to face him. “Thank you. I’m gonna see if there is anything good on the television we can watch.”

“Sounds good, doll,” he says, relieved when she finally heads back into the other room, taking her seat on the couch again, clicking through the channels.

He needed a minute before heading in there. Every time you were in the room he felt like his skin was on fire. He knew if he wanted to stay, he needed to get a grip. He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. He joined you in the living room and sat on the other end of the couch. There was an old picture playing on the black and white set.

Neither of you could pay attention to the damn screen no matter how hard you tried. The tension in the room- between the both of you was borderline unbearable. Both of you were stealing glances at the other, not realizing the other person was doing the same. When you would look over to him, his eyes would be toward the tv set, seeming to be watching the picture- but he also looked incredibly tense. You wondered if he was hanging out with you because he felt like he needed to. You feel awkward now thinking he’s just sitting though this to not be rude.

Lee was on the whole other side of the world in comparison to what you thought he was thinking about. He was trying desperately to gain some level of composure. He felt like he was acting like a teenager again, fucking jumping out of his skin sitting next to a pretty girl. He hadn’t felt like this in a very long time. An hour went by, neither of you saying anything- him just lost in his own thoughts. But then he felt your head hit his shoulder ever so lightly.

You had fallen asleep. He wondered how long you had been sleeping before he even realized. Here he was stressed out as ever and you are relaxed enough to fall asleep. He doesn’t even dare move. His whole body goes stiff, not wanting anything to wake you up. He wouldn’t move from this spot for all the money in the world. You were blissfully unaware at how you cuddled up next to him, your face resting in the crook of his neck. You were going to be the death of him.

He very carefully wanted to just make himself a little more comfortable. He slowly moved the arm you had pinned and adjusted so it was wrapped around your shoulder. His fingertips just grazing your skin where the sleeve of your t-shirt ended lightly. Your skin was so soft, and he bites his lip, thinking about how soft you must feel everywhere. The man was so goddamn touched starved. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was this close with Janie. It had to have been years since he experienced something this intimate. After a very long internal battle, he allowed himself to rest his head on top of yours and close his eyes for a few. He didn’t intend on falling asleep, just bask selfishly in the moment for a few minutes.

You opened your eyes and yawned softly. You looked at the clock and saw that it was well past midnight. You closed your eyes again, too tired to realize the position you were in at first. Then, a minute later you realized, and your eyes shot open again. Cuddled up to Lee’s side, his arm loosely around you. His head rested on the back of the couch, looking so peaceful.

Fuck. You were so embarrassed. You hoped he had fallen asleep first and would have no knowledge of this interaction in the morning. You carefully untangled yourself from him, moving as slow as possible to not wake him up.

You clicked off the TV and then turned off the lights, getting ready to retire up to your room for the night. You felt so hot, flushed with pure embarrassment. Your mouth was dry and the only thing you think about was cold water. You tip-toe into the kitchen and fill yourself a glass, drinking the whole thing at once. You turn off the kitchen light and leave your glass in the sick before heading upstairs.

You change out of your overalls and shirt and put on your blue nightgown. You head across the hall to the bathroom, navigating in the dark. You brush your hair, wash your face and brush your teeth before climbing into your bed and swaddling yourself with your many blankets. Your eyes are heavy, and the feeling of being in Lee’s arms is still present on your skin.

His large hands sliding up your thighs is what jolts you awake. His calloused hands moving their way up your body, pushing up your dress as they went. He dips down and presses a tantalizing kiss to your lips, one hand cupping your cheek softly and the other rubbing over your wet panties. You kiss him back, opening your mouth and letting his tongue in. You can feel his hand slip under the waistband of your panties and his thumb gently rubs your clit. Without even questioning anything, you moan and he trails his lips down to your neck, and you shiver at the feeling of his stubble. You arms wrap loosely around his neck, and your fingers play with the ends of his short hair. He groans against your skin and the sound just sends a shiver throughout your whole body. You can feel him smile, and he pushes two fingers inside. You gasp and he muffles your sounds with another deep kiss. You feel overwhelmed by how good it feels combined with the terms of endearment that fall from his lips as he praises you.

The ringing of your alarm clock scares the shit out of you, and your eyes fly open at the sound. You’re breathing heavily, and you feel your hair sticking to your forehead. You let out a heavy sigh, and click off the alarm, and then cover your face with your pillow. You felt how wet you were without having to check. You had a sex dream about Lee. A fucking wet dream about Lee Bodecker.

Part Three

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Call Me Mother, Chapter One

I languidly drained the last breath from my cigarette, the drag filling my lungs. My garter straps hung down lazily, tickling my thighs, as they awaited their purpose. Music thumped rapidly, and whoops of delight resounded through the hall. The dressing room door swung open; a small, but curvaceous woman behind it.

Her eyebrows were tweezed to perfection, eyes deeply shadowed, eyelashes false and curled into large feathery swoops; her mouth was like a plump strawberry. I’d always harbored a mild curiosity about how it tasted.

“Mary, you’re up in 10 minutes. I want you at the curtain in five," Cristella said, her hispanic accent thick.

“Is that a new corset?” I asked. Cristella turned me around, and yanked the laces of my corset together. Thank god I haven’t needed to breathe for the last 150 years, I thought. I floated a small influence her way. Gentler, please. She complied, unwittingly. They always do.

I don’t normally use my influence on people I like, but I’m far too hungry to risk her pinching me with this corset. I couldn’t forgive myself if I lost control. She was far too kind to die a death that violent.

“It is. This papí chulo I’ve been seeing said he wanted me to wear it for him. Maybe he’ll tip better," she said, carefully pulling the slack out of the lower half of my corset. I placed my hands over my belly, holding everything in place.

“What’s the crowd looking like?” I tucked the ties away. She jutted a hip out, and began counting off on her impeccably manicured fingers.

“The usual crowd. Old Man Carraway, that one divorcee who drinks like a fish. College kids. Oh, there’s also these dudes in silver masks. Low-key kind of demonic. And some weird guy in like, face paint? He’s painted up like a calavera. I figured they came from that concert that was in town. You know, the one that church was protesting? Say they like worship Satan or something?”

“Sounds about right." I bent down to attach my straps to the garters of my stockings.

“They’re probably here for a private room, so I figured I’d put you on now. You’re good at handling the weirdos." Cristella giggled, watching me struggle to get the backs of my stockings attached. She and I broke into fits of giggles, as she chased me in circles, trying to help me attach my stockings.

“Let me get that. Hurry up and get on stage!” she said, giving me a playful smack on the ass. I pranced out of the room, trying to avoid her grasping mitts.

“Hey! No bruising the merchandise!” I giggled, linking arms with her as we strutted backstage, perfectly in step with one another. She grabbed the microphone from Mike the Mic Guy, gave me a wink, and stepped through the curtain.

“Aaaaand we’re back! Now, this next lady I’ve got lined up for you is quite a treat. She’s as pale as cream, thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, and will definitely step on you. Well, she might if you tip well. For legal reasons, we can’t call her “Elvira,” so I guess we’ll settle for… MOTHER! MARY!” That was my cue. I sauntered through the curtain, my hips moving like a figure eight. I moved across the stage, “Lullaby” by the Cure playing. I always chose various genres of rock for my acts. Not that I have anything against the other girls’ music choices… but there’s only so much female rap you can play in one night. As I began to dance, I noticed the group that Cristella had mentioned earlier. They were sitting front and center, near the edge of the stage.

Seven of the masked figures sat around the Painted Man, as I had labeled him. Two of the masked figures seemed effeminate, and the other five seemed more masculine. They all ranged in different shapes and sizes. Maybe the masks are a fetish thing? Cristella did say that they came from a concert… Something about them seemed off. I did a swing around the pole, dropping into a fireman, trying to catch a scent. It was a whirlwind of scents, none of them too out of the ordinary. Except the beefy one. He smelled like midnight. I don’t know how to explain it. What really caught my interest though was the Painted Man. Specifically, his eyes. One of them was grey, the iris almost black. The other eye had a pale, white iris. It suited him, and it was beautiful, in an eerie way. Those eyes looked at me, as I danced around the stage, and they knew me. If I had a working heart still, it would be racing.

As Robert Smith crooned, I descended the stairs of the stage as sensually as one could in Pleaser heels, making my way to the Painted Man. If I wanted to know what these people were, I’d have to get a closer look. The Painted Man patted one of his legs with a gloved hand, and cocked his head to the side. I took the invitation, but not before I teased him. I crouched between his legs, running my hands up his thighs. As I rose, I walked my hands up his thighs, bringing my face closer to his. His breath graced my skin, smelling faintly of licorice. As he leaned in, for what I could only assume was a kiss, I rose again, strutting over to one of the masked beings. It was the smaller of the male ones. I sat in his lap, letting him run his hands over me as I began to grind on his lap. His growing erection told me I was going to have a busy night.

“Your boss is a little too eager," I whispered, getting a good whiff of him. He smelled faintly of smoke. I put my hands on his chest, trying to keep my balance. No heartbeat.

“What makes you think he’s my boss?” The being asked petulantly. He grabbed onto my waist, as he began to grind with me. I moved his hand to the small of my back, and leaned back in a dip. The being ran his other hand over my belly, in between my breasts, and up to my throat, bringing me back up to his masked face.

“You’re the one wearing a uniform." I darted my tongue out to lick my lips. What is he? My mind raced as I tried to run through every supernatural creature I’d ever known. But then I heard it. I barely even understood it. All I picked up was price and one night. It was Ghoulish. The taller female ghoul was asking about what I can only assume was my hourly rate. Most strip clubs in this part of Vegas were just fronts for brothels. However, it’s hard to sell the idea of prostitution to Mid-Western vanilla tourists. So most of my income was made from stripping. I usually had one or two clients I went to bed with a night. It wasn’t very stable, but then again, I had less expenses than the average stripper, considering my “condition."

“Tell your friend my basic hourly rate is $500. My Ghoulish isn’t any good." I stood up, and made my way to the female ghoul’s lap.

“How do you know Ghoulish?” she asked, a bit of surprise in her tone. I bent over in front of her, shaking my ass for her. She put a couple of bills in the waistband of my panties, punching my previous ghoul in the arm. He forked over some cash as well.

“I’m not human. I’ll leave it at that," I said, stuffing the cash into the top of my corset. Dear lord… All hundreds… The female ghoul rubbed my thighs, turning me back around slowly, so as to admire my ass.

“Could we get a room after your number? I think a private dance is in order," she said, in broken Ghoulish. I nodded, and as if on cue, the lights and music began to fade out. As I began to walk back up the stairs to the stage past the Painted Man, his hand darted forward to smack my ass. God, it really is not the night for this shit. My more animalistic nature took over, and before I could stop it, a hiss left my lips. As if of their own accord, my fangs sprung painfully through my gums. I heard a snap, and looked over to see the largest ghoul stand up. He shook his head. Thank god the lights were low. Embarrassed, I covered my mouth, and made my way across the stage.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Mike the Mic Guy asked, handing a mic to Cristella. I still had my hand over my mouth. Cristella looked worried.

“Are you okay Mary? I can get you some tea if you’re keyed up." I shook my head.

“Please get a room ready. The Freak Parade wants a private dance," I said as I walked away, silently cursing myself. Once back in the dressing room, I threw open the mini-fridge I normally kept padlocked. I looked to the last bottle I had left in my stash. Hopefully it hasn’t clotted, I thought, throwing the bottle back. This wouldn’t end my thirst, but it would certainly quell the burning in my throat. You nearly lost it. You need to bag one of these stupid fucks tonight, or else. I hadn’t had a bad case of blood lust in decades, but the combination of winter holidays, my strict schedule, and FOSTA-SESTA had really cut off my food supply.

The door opened, and Cristella came in with a cup of tea. She looked at the flask in her hand and cocked a brow.

“And you didn’t offer to share. What is that? Cuervo? Henny?” she said, reaching for the flask. I shook my head, and put it back in the fridge, closing the padlock.

“It’s cough syrup. I keep it under lock and key because of that bitch Ronnie. She’s not fooling anybody. You ever see how much her hands shake? Too much caffeine? Yeah, right. We all know what the DTs look like." I began changing into a burgundy velvet bra and panty set, pairing it with some burgundy gloves and stockings. Finally, I found a pair of sparkly Loboutins Lydia had left me. My mind rolled back through the streets of Paris to 1991, when Louboutin opened its first salon. Lydia smiled, as I kissed her shin, helping her into the heel. She looked down at me, her eyes full of love, and the corner of her mouth hiding a kiss just for me.

“Yeah, she is pretty suspish. What happened with those weirdos out there?” Cristella interrupted my memory. I shook my head. Are you just imagining your heartache?

“Oh the big guy was just mad because I didn’t get around to him. That’s why I wanted you to get the room. Plus, I might be able to secure a nice check from these guys. They all seemed absolutely randy," I said. Cristella shook her head, giggling. The gloss in my hand made a popping noise, as I pulled the wand from the bottle. It was my favorite flavor, watermelon.

“I can ask one of the boys to sit in, to keep them from getting too handsy," Cristella said. I shook my head. It would only keep me from getting too handsy, I thought to myself. Bless her heart. I could never make a kill here. I loved the crew here far too much. Plus, I didn’t have a coven. No one to protect me when I fucked up. They kicked me out long ago. It’s the main reason I ended up in Vegas, avoiding the sun when I could, doing my best to keep a legal and convenient profession. Where else could get a job with only night shifts, and a never-ending supply of useless assholes no one cared about?

“I’ll be okay Crissy. Even if they do try something, we have a panic button in there. Don’t worry." I gave her a slimy, glossy kiss on the cheek, earning a shriek from her strawberry mouth. She batted at me, narrowly missing me as I bounded out of the room.

As I approached the bigger of our three private rooms, I noticed two of the larger male ghouls standing outside the door. All of the ghouls dressed similarly, including the female ghouls. But I now noticed the alchemical symbols dangling from their belt chains. The shorter one had a quintessence symbol, the other larger one, an earth symbol. The earth one opened the door, and the quintessence one escorted me in.

“Thank you, Aether. Back to the door with you. Come, have a seat. Dewdrop says there is more to you than meets the eye. Let me pour you a glass of wine, cara," a thick, Italian accent beckoned to me. I walked to the ottoman in the middle of the room, where I usually found myself during private dances.

“I don’t drink during work hours, love. Now, what should I call you?” I looked into the mismatched eyes of the Painted Man.

“You can call me Papa. I’m Papa Emeritus, the fourth. My close friends call me Copia, but I suppose we are not quite there yet, sí?” he said, leaning forward to take my chin in his hand. I nodded.

“While I would love to marvel at your undoubtedly exquisite body, There is some business we should take care of first, piccolina. Do you like Type O Negative?” Cue the record scratching. The dreamy look I normally adopt when with my clients evaporated.

“Excuse me?” I whispered. Papa laughed.

“The band, cara. I was going to have you dance for me later. However, you must have a preference."

“I really don’t understand what you mean," I whispered. Papa laughed again, a big booming laugh.

“I know your secret cara. The ghouls told me. One of my predecessors, Papa Nihil, told me if I were to ever come across your kind, I should try to win your allegiance. Your kind have interesting abilities, specifically the power of influence." Of course that’s what he’s after.

“I don’t do that," I said, looking down to avoid his gaze. Papa tsked.

“I think you will. The ghouls say you smell lonely. Where is your famiglia?” He asked. I shook my head. Lydia’s pained screams echoed in my ears, our last moment together wrenching my heart out of my chest decades later.

“We split because of artistic differences," I said softly. Dewdrop and his companions giggled behind me.

“Forcing people to allow you to exsanguinate them for sport is not ‘artistic differences,’” Dewdrop hissed. The other ghouls laughed. Papa shook his head, and raised a hand to silence them.

“Now now, Dewdrop. It is hard to control one’s basic nature. Sí, tesoro? Tell me, how long has it been since your last drink?” He looked at me with concern. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I knew what he saw. Weak, pathetic, useless… The words were like a disgusting mantra, swirling through my mind, angry and acidic.

“Weeks… It’s been weeks," I whispered. He tsked again. I heard the ghouls chatter amongst themselves. Their pity made me feel disgusting, like a child with sweaty, clammy hands, and odorous armpits.

“What if I told you I could offer you a job and a home? A home where you wouldn’t have to hide your nature. A home where you’d never go hungry again?” I looked up at him.

“What kind of job?” I asked. The ghouls laughed again. Papa shot them a glare.

“I would make use of your gifts occasionally. Nobody would get hurt. You would warm my bed whenever I asked. Maybe pick up a trade or two once back with the Clergy. And in turn, you would get protection, and all the blood you could ever need," he said. I finally mustered the courage to look him in the eyes. What do you have to lose? Besides, you’ve done infinitely worse things.

“You swear on your life, nobody will get hurt? Not a single person?” I asked. Papa nodded.

“I’ll do it. I’ll also require a salary as well," I said, extending my hand. Papa nodded, taking my hand in both of his.

“Anything you need, cara. But first, I think you need a drink. And then we will get the night I paid for," he said. He waved his hand towards the door, which the shorter female ghoul scurried to open. I noticed she sported a pocket chain with an air symbol.

“Bring in one of the more rosy siblings, Cumulus. I suspect our new friend will need the sustenance before we get too far into our plans for the night," Cumulus nodded, and shut the door behind her. Papa stood up, and began removing his suit jacket and gloves; rolling up his sleeves. I could see his blue veins pulsating, causing me to become aroused in a way I cannot quite explain. Involuntarily, my pussy throbbed, and my mouth watered.

“Now now, little one. Be patient. Your drink will be here soon enough. But for now, you will seal our little deal with a kiss, so to speak. On your knees," Papa ordered, gesturing to the floor. I slipped from the ottoman to the floor, crawling on all fours to him. His breath hitched as I slid my hands up his thighs. I didn’t break eye contact as I unbuckled his trousers, nor when I reached into his pants to pull out his sizeable cock.

The door opened, and I heard mumbles, as well as a struggle, and a thud. Of course, both my hands and mouth were preoccupied. I watched Papa intently as I sucked him off. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth slack, and his hands threaded into his hair, as he let out an ungodly moan. I kitten licked his frenulum, stroking his shaft, earning another moan. He bucked his hips into my throat. Sit still, I whispered in the back of my mind. Papa grabbed my hair, and pulled me off his cock.

“Never again, my little bat. Continue," he said, grabbing either side of my face as he began to fuck my throat rigourously. Someone behind me cleared their throat. I wasn’t able to look up, due to my current predicament.

“Can’t you see I’m busy, Cirrus? What is it?” Papa let out a grunt, as his cock twitched in my mouth. I began to fellate him with my hands, wrenching more breathy sighs and groans from him. Within seconds, his warm seed was flooding my throat. I heard Dewdrop cheer, and then a slap, which I assumed was a high five. Papa rolled his eyes and smiled, as I dabbed away the bit of cum that had spilled over my bottom lip.

“Just in time. I needed something to wash down all that salt," I stood, and walked over to the person Cumulus and Cirrus stood in front of. It looked like a plumper woman. She was wearing what looked like a nun’s habit, her red ringlets spilling out from under her wimple.

“All for you cara. Come find me when you have finished your meal," Papa walked out, which left me with the ghouls and my prey. Dewdrop, and the other male ghoul, who sported a water symbol, helped the little nun onto the couch.

“You’re going to let me fuck that tight ass later, right? Nearly busted watching you and Copia earlier," Dewdrop said to me, softly enough for just me to hear. I giggled and nodded, batting him away after he began nibbling on my neck. He patted my ass, and began to pull the wimple from the nun’s head.

“I’ve got this. Why don’t you and the rest of the ghouls get started? I’ll be done pretty quickly." Dewdrop nodded.

“C’mon, Rainy. Come play with my cock, while we watch Mary drink," The water ghoul nodded, grabbing Dewdrop’s hand. I turned my attention back to the nun. She began to stir. I pushed back her hair.

“This is going to hurt a little bit. But I will make this quick and painless. You deserve an easy death." The nun, barely awake, nodded, and turned her head. I cradled her head, and brought her throat to my mouth. With a final kiss to her soft, peachy flesh, I sank my teeth into her throat, not letting a single drop of her blood go to waste.

It felt like drinking water after being stuck in a desert for a week. Her blood was sweet, clean, and thick, and it quenched my thirst quickly. Her body began to go limp in my arms, and her skin turned cold. It’s still not enough. I had to force myself to stop. Never drink the last drop. It might just be the last thing you do, my old mentor’s voice reminded me. I let the little nun drop back to the couch, and turned to face the ghouls. Cirrus sat with Cumulus, each with a hand in the other’s pants. Rain was bobbing his head up and down slowly, as Dewdrop played with his hair. Dewdrop looked up at me.

“Hot," he said. Cirrus nodded, and refocused her attention on Cumulus. Rain moaned, causing Dewdrop to hiss. I looked at them all, lust clouding my gaze.

“Make room. It’s my turn," I said. Dewdrop pulled my mouth to his, not fazed one bit by the blood coating my lips. Cirrus began to explore the space between my thighs with her long, gorgeous fingers. Rain held my hair, kissing and nipping at my neck. A girl really could get used to this...

Hours later, after all of the ghouls had had their turn, even the two from the door, I was back in the dressing room. I opened the envelope the earth ghoul, Mountain, had handed me on the way out. My eyes grew like saucers as I counted the money inside. I had only expected eight grand; two hours, eight clients, multiplied by $500. But as I counted, I realized I had 15 grand in my hands. The door opened, breaking my wealth-induced trance. It was Papa.

“If you would really like the job, come to this address in two weeks. Bring only what you must. Put everything else in storage," he said, handing me a card. I was confused.

“Why two weeks?” I asked. Papa smiled.

“Because it’s polite, cara. Don’t forget your letter of resignation."

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This is the first thing I've wrote in years! I hope you all enjoy it! A special thanks to @gasolineghuleh for all of their help!

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We  get along (for the most part) Chapter 5  Lee Bodecker x OC

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WARNINGS: SLIGHT SMUT (18+) , CURSING.

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Word count : 2,375

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Lee is staring right back at me.

I slowly start to back up and as soon as I start moving, Lee starts moving.

I find myself walking towards Lilly’s room and grabbing my things, walking slowly as I try not to wake her up. Bending over the bed; I tucked Lily in and whispered in her ear  “I am so sorry for leaving.” and I started to tip toe out of her room, starting toward the front door.

I don’t know where Lee is at the moment, he could have easily just gone up to bed.

I make it half way through the living room, look through the kitchen window, it's empty. I walk closer to the door and look out the living room window, empty. 

“Where the hell did he go?” I whisper out loud to myself

Finally, my feet reach the doorway, looking up towards the screen door, I freeze. Being feet away from him makes me feel like my heart dropped out of my ass onto the floor below. 

It's pitch dark in Lilly’s house, so I start to walk backwards slowly, Lee chuckles and opens the door, stepping in, dominating the room and standing in the doorway. His shadow towers over me, blocking any light that I had from the porch light. 

“Maggie, I thought you would have learned your lesson after your little stunt at church.” He says slowly walking towards me with a smirk plastered on his face “Now, I'm going to have to take care of you.” 

“ You need to leave.” I stutter as I feel myself hit the back of the couch, gripping the fabric of the sofa in between my fingers, my breath hitching. 

“Oh, no.” He says in a mocking tone. I see his face slowly come into light from the windows, one strip of light highlighting his eye. “ You're coming with me.” He says as he lunges forward and grabs me by the arm, starting to drag me out behind him. 

No matter how hard I try, his grip is too strong. I cant fight. Not even my feet can resist his strength.

“You and your little pretty friend decided to get my lil’ housewife drunk tonight.” He says in an aggressive tone. “I don't appreciate that one bit” We are already out the door and halfway to his front porch. “Now you're going to pay for that.” He says as he shoves me inside of his front door.

I stumble through the doorway and drop my things, not knowing what to do

I try to move but it feels as though my feet have planted themselves to the ground out of pure fear of what may happen next.

I have officially lost it. 

“I've been watching you, you know,” He says, stepping towards me slowly, looking me up and down and licking his lips as if I’m the prey and he’s the hunter.

My eyes rake his body, he is wearing a white sleeveless tank top that is tucked into his uniform pants still. His belly pokes out a little and his jawline is tense, veins popping out of his neck.

“I- I know.” I say backing up towards the wall, feeling the wallpaper against my back.

“Pretty little thing” He says as he closes in on me, backing me up completely against the wall.

Finally face to face, I can feel his breath on my cheek, hot and . My body starts to feel warm and my cheeks are starting to feel heated. I feel myself breathe faster and I immediately try to calm myself down, taking short deep breaths.

“W-what do you want from me?” I say looking down, instantly his hand is on my chin having me look up into his blue eyes. My breath hitches as he uses his thumb to touch my lower lip, making me quiver under his touch. 

His hand wanders to my cheek, “You.” He says “I want  you.” instantly, he closes the space between us, latching his lips to mine. 

My eyes open as wide as they can, taking in what's going on in front of me. I start to push against his chest to get him off of me but my body's saying something different. 

He pulls away, his lips leaving mine. 

“Maggie, please.” He says in a low voice, looking me right in the eyes. 

“I-” I start to say but his lips smash back down on mine and in an instant, my legs are wrapped around his waist, fingers in his hair and our lips dance together roughly, teeth clashing and our tongues dancing in a rhythm. 

His hands wander my body and my fingers stay tangled in his gelled hair, he lets out a low groan as his mouth explores mine, I can feel his length getting harder by the minute through his dark pants. He starts to move me off the wall with my legs still clinging around his waist. We move into the living room where he turns around and sits on the couch so I’m on top of him, still kissing like the world would end if we stopped. 

Feeling his hardened length under me, I start to grind lightly, a wet patch forming in my underwear. He throws his head back in pure pleasure, giving a low groan, my lips meet his neck and immediately he digs his fingertips into my hips. 

Suddenly, I realize what I’m doing. 

I jump off of Lee, backing up towards the front door breathing heavily. I quickly grab my things and bolt out the door, watching Lee bolt towards the door, I run to my car and get in. I throw everything into the passenger seat and shove my car key into the ignition, turning it on and quickly driving away.

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Tuesday

I roll over and open my eyes to the dim light coming in through my window, stretching and flopping my arms back down to my sides. I look up at the ceiling and just take a minute to think about the events that occurred 4 days ago. I close my eyes and suddenly, the memories come flooding back.

FLASHBACK

 his lips smash back down on mine and in an instant, my legs are wrapped around his waist, fingers in his hair and our lips dance together roughly, teeth clashing and our tongues dancing in a  fast rhythm. 

His hands wander my body and my fingers stay tangled in his gelled hair, he lets out a low groan as his mouth explores mine, I can feel his length getting harder by the minute through his dark pants. He starts to move me off the wall with my legs still clinging around his waist. We move into the living room where he turns around, sits on the couch so that I’m on top, still kissing him like the world would end if we stopped. 

Feeling his hardened length under me, I start to grind lightly, a wet patch forming in my underwear. He throws his head back in pure pleasure, giving a low groan, my lips meet his neck and immediately he digs his fingertips into my hips. 

At the moment, I didn't want it to end. 

I had always thought about how he kissed and touched a woman. For some reason, I was intrigued by the thought. The thought of his hands wandering my body made me tingle, his eyes staring me down with an almost hunter-prey look made me feel a certain way. Hot and needy. To think the adulterer of town would make me weak at the knees was a foreign thought to me. I always act so hard around him but that's because I wanted him to hunt me down. Now, I'm not so sure if I made the right decision to give in.

FLASHBACK ENDS

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I open my eyes and get out of bed to wash up, I grab two towels from the closet and start to undress. I usually wear a nightgown to bed, something light for the almost scorching hot summer nights here in Knockemstiff. 

Stepping in the shower, I let the hot water caress my skin and I take a deep breath as the steam starts to enter my nostrils. I start to reach over to the side of the tub to grab my shampoo and conditioner. I wash my long blonde hair, detangling the knots made from my rolling around on the bed. I start to run my fingers down my body and I feel a certain spot on my hips sting.

“What the-” I say as I look down at my waist.

Observing the area, I see 5 small bruises starting to form.

This is just fucking great.

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Friday was a mistake, I should've just tried to leave as soon as I got into his house. I don't know what came over me to give into his sick fantasy of getting with me. 

I heard before from one of the old ladies at church that they had seen him runnin around town late at night with some broad he had been seeing at the local bar. At this point, I wasn't surprised in the least bit. I decided that I am going to try to steer clear of him, as much as I can anyways.

I have class today, a simple math class but I am god awful at it. I have Lilly help me most of the time because if I didn't, I most likely would be failing. Even when I was in high school, I'd copy off of her.  Not my fault, always asked the teacher for help but no one ever helped. 

I get off my bed and get dressed, simple as usual, nothing fancy. Always a pair of blue jeans with a plain flowy black shirt, hair pulled back in a tight pony on top of my head. It’s a clear sunny day, the blue sky is in plain view. I start to pack up my bag to head out to go to class, grabbing everything I need. I step out of my room to an empty house, I guess they all may have gone out to the market or something. I go to my fridge and grab deli meat to make a quick sandwich as a snack before I head out, I grab turkey and some white bread. Sitting down, I slap the sandwich together and take a bite. I usually don't sit down for meals, unless I’m home early from work. I only work a couple days a week, nothing serious. Just to bring in some money, so that I have spending money when I want something. I don't like asking’ my parents for money, they need it more than I do. 

  Grabbing the sandwich and my bag, I head towards my car and close the door behind me. The area i live in is wooded so it isn't easy to see where my house is. I get in the car, sandwich in hand and my bag to the side in the passenger seat. I turn my car on, put some music on and head out onto the road. The wind is warm, my blonde hair waving in the wind and taking a bite out of my sandwich. I just stare at the road ahead of me, wondering where I could end up if I just kept driving. Lee hasn't been around my house lately, so I've been carefree driving. Blasting my music and just living my life to the fullest for now. I start to turn into town and towards my college, seeing people walk down the street and living their same boring day to day lives. 

 I arrive at the college building, swinging my bag over my shoulder. I take a quick look down the street and see Lee’s car sitting there. Hes leaned up against it drinking what looks like a cup of coffee, looking straight ahead minding his business. I shrug a bit and walk up the dark steps of the building entering through the doors. I look around and find Lily sitting there drawing in a book waiting for class to start. I make my way over to her with a smile plastered to my face and i plop myself onto the couch next to her. 

“ Mags? Where the hell did you go on Friday night? She looks up with a concerned look on her face “ I remember falling asleep and then boom, you were gone.” She says looking back down at her book.

“ I am so sorry I had to leave” I say looking down at the book “ My brother called your house for me, said my parents were arguing” She looks up at me and just shrugs her shoulders.

“ It’s okay, I woke up and didn't remember much anyways from that night anyways” she says, still drawing in her book “ I do remember hearing something coming from Lee’s house the morning after though, sounded like arguing.”

“ Oh, really?” I say, I start to play with my hands nervously knowing that it was my doing. “ What did you hear?” 

“ Not much, he did mention drinking though” She says looking up at me “ I think he knows that we did that to her” She starts to get up, class is starting.

“ Uh, yeah, I think he does” I say gathering my things up to go “ We have to watch ourselves”

“ You more than me, Mags” She says laughing a bit “ He’s already been onto you, now it just got worse” 

“ Yeah” I say, simply not knowing how to reply knowing that what happened that night is nothing she can ever know about.

“ You okay?” She says nudging me a bit “ You seem a bit off” 

“ Yeah, I’m fine, just tired is all” I say, giving her a small smile “ I promise” 

“ Alrighty then” She says, giving me a small smile “ You ready?”

“ Yeah, just give me a minute, I got to go to the bathroom” I say “ Take my bag and put it in my seat, please” 

“ Sure, Mags” She says “ I'll tell the professor you went” 

“Yeah, okay, thanks” I say, giving her my bag and I head to the bathroom looking behind me as I walk. 

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je te laisserai des mots | KTH Oneshot

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You go back to where it all began...

Genre: Post-death, Angst, Fluff (it’s hard to explain but it’ll make sense)

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of major character death (It’s what it’s about)

A/N: I got all up in my feels listening to je te laisserai des mots and thus this fic was born....

Other: Masterlist

Kiss me

Whenever you want

 Kiss me

Whenever you want

           10 years later and standing beside his open casket of wood and dust was not the way you thought you would see him again. And he was so young. Only 28. The high arches of the wooden church taunted you, alluding to a higher place, one you may not reach, one where he was resting. Because Taehyung was always an angel. 

         The gray clouds outside were the only sign that one should be sad at this moment. The strangers passing by were not to know of your grief; the loss of a lover, the future plans slipping away. 

         10 years. You were supposed to meet him in 10 years and plan your lives together from there. They had cleaned him up well. His body smelled of roses, the blood was wiped from his forehead. You had met him 10 summers ago. 

Ten Summers Ago

          Under an oak wood tree you had rested, a leather bound book in hand. The hazy summer afternoon sky heated the air and your eyes were weary. The days of sitting, reading, and sleeping were just starting.

          You had left your home in the big city of Seoul to reside in the country for a few months. It was always quiet. It felt like the slightest noise was a thunderous clap. So, you sat, still as a mouse, while you read. The wind running through the trees and rustling the wheat crops were your only company. 

        Peaceful. It was peaceful, perhaps a little boring, but relaxing nonetheless. You rested your back against the wood and pressed your book to your chest as you began drifting off. Your eyelids were heavy, the heat of the day taking over. 

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet! I haven’t been able to introduce myself!” A deep voice shouted, startling you out of your stupor. 

         You jolted upright, coming face to face with a boy hanging upside down above you. He twisted and landed on the ground with a light thump. 

“H-how long have you been up there?!” You sputtered, standing and clutching your book. The boy grinned childishly, though you were sure he was your age. 

“Long enough.” He said vaguely. “My family just came here this summer and I haven’t seen anyone my age. I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out, but if you would rather nap, then be my guest.” 

          The boy had a twinkle in his eye, a youthful gleam that seemed to be lost on you. For the longest time, you’d had to be a grown up. Being an only child, your parents expected a lot from you, wanted you to be successful. It was this that resulted in you maturing a lot quicker than your peers. You turned away, tilting your nose slightly. 

“I don’t know if I want to talk to a boy who hasn’t even introduced himself.” You declared, crossing your arms. “I mean, isn’t that how you’re supposed to woo a lady?” 

“Who says I’m trying to woo you?” His expression softened. 

“Every boy I’ve ever met just wants to get in my pants. What else do I need to know?”

“Well, I’m not like that.” The corners of his lips tilted into a soft smile.

      The dark curls of his hair hung down and framed his face wonderfully. You found him to be quite handsome, actually. It had been a long while since anyone had made you nervous, or flustered. 

“How am I supposed to believe that?” You asked, turning back to face him with a questioning look. “You were just watching me for god knows how long without introducing yourself.”

“You sat under my tree.” 

“I’m sure I’ve been here longer, Mister.” You huffed. 

“Right you are.” He relented. Then his lips lifted into a boxy smile. “I’m Taehyung.” 

“Y/N.” You smiled back. 

      The grass shifted under the breeze and the shade of the tree covered yours and Taehyung’s hands as they shook. 

“I can tell this is going to be a summer like no other already.” 

You chuckled at his declaration and nodded along. “We’ll see about that.”

Present 

          You stood under the oak tree. It’s branches still hung overhead, tall and proud. A part of you was expecting him to pop out from above, swinging upside down, but that would never come to pass. The cold air blew through your hair, the sun covered by the gray of the sky. The tree was losing its leaves, the barren branches reminding you of what was gone. 

         You sighed and pulled yourself from your thoughts, turning to search through the overgrown bramble. Your eyes caught onto a tattered red ribbon under the bushes. You fell to your hands and knees, hands reaching through to pull on the small square of fabric. 

         The old bush scraped at your hands, but you managed to get a hand on the ribbon. Then you pulled, the weathered material stretched and then up came an old shovel. The shovel was rusted, buried long ago. Dirt clung to the rotting wood handle. 

          You took a deep breath and turned back to the tree. The dirt was covered in grass and wildflowers. Your fingers traced the seams of the trunk, searching for the initials that were carved long ago. Frowning, you ran over it again. Your fingertips caught on the slightest of cracks, the unnatural curvatures catching your attention. 

           You bent and scanned your eyes over the mark. There it was. A heart with your initials and KTH. It brought a sad smile to your face. You gripped the shovel tighter, the old wood giving slightly under your touch. 

 Ten Summers Ago

“May I have this dance?” 

You pushed him away with a laugh. “No way, weirdo.”

“Aw c’mon, Y/N, you’re no fun.” Taehyung cried, crossing his arms. 

         The local town was holding the annual summer festival. The roofs were connected through colorful streamers and red lanterns. The aroma was of baked goods and cooking meats. Children ran by with kites and there was a warm glow to the air as it fell to dark. 

         Loud music of drums and guitar floated down the street. In the center square, you stood with Taehyung. Your parents were exploring and left you with him to go off and shop around. There was somewhat of a dance party in the city center and Taehyung had dragged you along. 

“I’m a lot of fun!” You protested. “Why else have you been hanging around me for the past month, lover boy?”

“Fine, fine. Where do you want to go?” He deflated, looking less than happy. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

        You glanced between his disappointed gaze, the band playing, and the bright lights of the vendors down the street. With a small smile, you took his hand. 

“Let’s dance.” You said softly, dragging him behind you to the dance floor. 

         There was a crush of people, some slow dancing, others grinding, and everything in between. You placed one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand. Then he lifted his arm to your waist, tugging you closer. 

“I love this song.” He murmured in your ear, before he was off. 

        The beat was lively and he started quickly maneuvering between the crowds of people, leaving you racing to keep up with his feet. You laughed, heart racing as the lights and people blurred around you. 

       He swooped you low and then threw you back up. The only person in focus was Taehyung, and you were drunk on his boxy smile. The boy spun you around and then clasped his hand back at your waist. The heat of his hand burned through your clothing. 

“Taehyung, this is crazy.” You shrieked as he skirted around the poor couples who were moving slower. 

“I know, isn’t it fun?” He chuckled, slowing slightly. 

       You stumbled, stepping harshly on his foot. He let out an oomph and lost his footing. You tripped over him, bringing you both to the ground. You rushed to place your hands on the concrete, halting your movement and wincing as the gravel dug into your palms. You heard him suck in a breath and you glanced down. Your heart raced, the music becoming muffled as the blood rushed to your ears. 

        You were hovering inches above him, his face a short distance away, his lips tantalizingly close. You cleared your throat, rolling to the side and standing up, dusting yourself off. Get a grip. There was an unreadable look in his eyes. Then he slowly stood as well. 

“You alright?” He asked hesitantly. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, are you...are you okay?” 

“Perfectly,” He cleared his throat a couple times. “Perfectly fine.” 

        You nodded stiffly. Your cheeks were still rosy, the exhilaration and adrenaline still coursing through your veins. 

“Wanna...wanna check out something else?” 

Present

         You were shaking. Your hands were shaking as you traced his initials in the tree with your fingertip. The memory of what once was, haunted you. With a shuddering breath in, you penetrated the dirt with the shovel. The metal creaked against the wood of the handle. You continued to dig, piles of dirt thrown over your shoulder. 

         You were sweating, but you continued to dig with a tenacity that could only be described as obsession. The brown dirt turned to mud as you dug deeper. You swiped at the sweat as it dripped down your temple. Then, you hit it. The familiar clang of metal on metal met your ears. You bent and pulled the box out, sharpied initials on the top. 

Memories...Y/N & Tae

                 Were written on the metal cover. A wave of grief rolled over your body and as much as you shook, you still opened the lid. You pushed the heavy metal to the side, dusting the dirt off. 

       Inside were two neatly folded letters, one with the words, To Taehyung and another with the words To Y/N. You already knew what was written in the To Taehyung letter, after all, you had written it. And you had dreamed for many nights, of watching him open and read the words you had written on those cream colored pages. Sadly, fate would not have it that way. 

        Your fingers brushed the envelope entitled To Y/N. Your voice caught in your throat, afraid of making a further movement lest the tears watering your eyes were to fall. You took a breath, re-covering the box for a moment, and closed your eyes. You didn’t know if you could stand it anymore; the flood that threatened to overwhelm your body. 

 Ten Summers Ago

         The cafe smelled like coffee and sugar. The small shop was almost empty despite it being the morning. You waited for Taehyung, the morning sun just gleaming over the horizon. The bell at the door rang and you glanced up to see Taehyung rushing in. His hair was windswept, curly bangs falling in a heap on his forehead. 

        You waved him over and his eyes lit up as he made his way to the table. He pulled out a chair, the legs scraping loudly against the ground. He winced at the screeching sound it made and you hid a chuckled behind your hand. 

“What did you order?” He asked. 

“Just a coffee and bagel. I ordered you a tea and cookie.” You answered, staring idly out the window. The street was quiet, barely anyone walking by. 

“Ah, you always know what I like.” 

“You talk like we’ve known each other for years.” You rolled your eyes. 

“A couple months? A year? It’s all the same.” He waved it off with a shrug. 

“I suppose so.” You smiled, turning to face him. 

“Hey, there’s this place I wanted to show you today and it’s best if we go early.” He reached out and grasped your hand. You shivered at the way his palm caressed your skin. 

“Is that the reason you got me up before the sun rose and then arrived late?” 

       He flushed a bright red, shaking his head fervently. 

“No-no!” He stuttered. 

      Then he dropped your hand and you found yourself missing his skin on yours. The dark haired boy scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

 “I just...I just needed to get some things ready.” 

“Alright.” You shrugged. He stood and held his hand out. 

“Let’s go, it’s not too far.” 

-

         The lake was serene, not a single breeze appearing to disturb it. Your eyes traced the water’s edge and then to the forest of trees lining it. There was an old wooden dock at one side, where you were standing. Your arms were crossed, the sun beating down. 

“I wanted to come here because the water is still cold and it’s hot now.” He explained. Then he started to lift his shirt overhead. 

“Oh my god, you can’t be serious!” You hissed. 

“What? No one is around.” Taehyung shrugged and threw off his shirt to reveal his well shaped abdomen. You averted your eyes respectfully. 

“I don’t know, Tae.” You murmured. “What if I don’t want you to see me in my bra, huh?” You complained. 

“Whatever you want, Y/N, but know I wouldn’t mind.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You playfully shoved him. 

“That’s the problem!”

       He chuckled and turned around, placing his hands behind his back. 

“I won’t look.” 

        After a moment of staring at his back incredulously, you sighed and stripped. First was your shirt, which revealed the black bra underneath, you kept your shorts on, however. Then you tugged his arm. 

“Slow poke!” You shouted, racing to the edge of the dock and jumping in. 

        It was deeper than you thought, the cool water surrounding you instantly. The only warmth was your body and it was slowly being sucked away. The chill took your breath away, but you opened your eyes to look around. It was a murky blue, almost calming. 

        The kelp reached up from the bottom, the inky black of the depths drew you closer. Your eyes flicked upwards. The world was blurry from the water, but your eyes didn’t sting. The sunlight streamed through the waters. 

        You smiled and kicked upwards. Breaking the surface and peaceful quiet of the underwater, you saw Taehyung. He had backed up and ran off the dock with a shout. Water splashed over you and you let out a shriek, swimming away from him as the impact rippled the water. He resurfaced and shook out the wet locks on his head. 

“Hah, nice try, Y/N, but you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He chided. 

“Maybe you should just keep up better.” You shot back. 

        The grin on his face widened. He remained silent, just watching you. Your hair floated around you. It was silent, the only noise being that of the swaying trees. 

“Stop staring at me like that.” You giggled. 

“Like what?” He answered dumbly, he moved ever so slightly closer to you. 

“Like...like…” You studied his expression.

        His features faded into something softer, more caressing. You’d only ever seen your father look at your mother like that. The realization hit you and you found the words slipping out of your mouth without a second thought. 

“...Like you love me.” 

His lips twitched upwards slightly. “Maybe I do.” 

Present

          You opened the box and grasped the cool pages into one hand. You fingered through the crisp paper, unsure if you should open it. With a deep breath, you pushed your fingernail through the old tape.

        The familiar handwriting hit you, the ink still dry as if it were written yesterday. If yesterday was 10 years ago. You carefully read through the letter, letting his words pull you back to a hazy summer afternoon. To ink drying and melting popsicles. 

My dearest, Y/N,

         Wow, 10 years is a long time, huh? I wonder who I’ll be by then, I wonder what we will be. You know, I’m writing this, but I don’t really know what will happen; whether I’ll be with you, or without you. But I don’t think I’ll ever forget you, Y/N. Anyway, laugh now and pretend I’ve written something funny, because I got nothing. Haha. You know I’ll never forget this summer, or spending late nights with you out at the tree, I won’t forget your lips. 

         Oh, I was absolutely floored when you kissed me back! Seriously! You’re probably laughing now, I know it’s cringey. Okay, but hear me out, I have ZERO experience. Stop laughing! I know you’re laughing, stop it! Listen, it was like my world had opened and I could see the stars for the first time. It’s like the clouds split open and I could see the night sky; and in that galaxy of stars, I see you. You shine brighter than the rest. You’re my star, my galaxy, and I am, but the lonely Earth. 

                                                                                        Love,

                                                                     Kim Taehyung (Tae Bear)

      Under the last page was a small note. You took the note out, the wind whistling in your ears. 

“Follow the trail…” You murmured to yourself, reading the paper. “Stumbling feet and sugary air, here, is the place we had our true first dance.” 

       You turned the paper, brain turning as you searched your memories. If Taehyung was here, like he should have been, he would be able to help you out. 

“The festival.” You whispered. 

Ten Summers Ago

“You know that idea I had, last night?” Taehyung browsed the jewelry shop. 

“I don’t recall, it was late.” You said, distracted as you felt the cool metal of a ring between your fingers. 

“It was about a time capsule. We could write letters to each other for ten years in the future.” 

“Ten years?” You set the ring down and turned to him, tilting your head slightly. “Ten years is a long time.” 

“Then hopefully we’ll still be in touch.” He shrugged and looked through some necklaces. 

“That’s assuring.” You grumbled, moving to look at the rack he was browsing. 

“I like this one.” He held up a necklace with a dainty rose gold chain and an opal butterfly charm front and center.

       You admired the piece of jewelry as it glimmered in the sunlight that streamed through the windows of the shop. The bored shopkeeper glanced up for a moment before returning to her phone. 

“I don’t know, not my thing.” You said casually, but you did. You liked the shiny gold and pristine white stone. 

He shot you a boxy smile, white teeth revealing themselves. “Well it’s not for you, is it?” He teased, marching up to the cash register and paying the ten dollars for it. 

        You flushed a bright red, sheepishly looking away. 

“I wasn’t suggesting that.” You said quietly. His features softened. 

“How about this, I’ll give it to you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.” 

“I don’t want it.” You frowned. “Anyway, I have some promise rings here.”

       You picked up two metal bands. They were a shiny silver metal with a thin strip of gold that wrapped around them. 

“We should get those, and let’s get two boxes, waterproof.” 

“Why two?”

“Just cuz.” He said vaguely, paying what he owed. You eyed him. 

“Okay, Mr. Mysterious.” The corners of your lips tipped upwards. 

      You couldn’t help it, every time you saw him, it was like the room lit up. 

-

       You swiped the sweat from your brow and felt it trickle down your temple. The droplet traced its way down your cheek and fell to the dirt. 

“Was this really necessary?” You complained, as you stuck your shovel into the ground. 

“Just trust me, it’ll all be worth it.” Taehyung huffed, shoveling one last scoop of dirt behind him. He then turned and dragged the metal box into the hole. 

“I hope so, Tae bear.” You sighed, collapsing onto the ground as the sunlight poked through the thick leaves of the oak tree. He patted the remaining box next to him and sat next to you, leaning against the trunk. 

“What’re you going to do with that?” You nodded towards the other metal box. 

“Something.” He answered, again, vaguely. 

“Mysterious once again.” You frowned. You glanced to his neck, noting the missing necklace. 

“I guess, but you just have to trust me.” He shrugged and you just sighed and nodded to his words. 

“Fine.” You huffed, letting yourself relax. Taehyung wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you leaned into his hold. 

“One sec.” He murmured into your ear, pulling away a little. In his hand was a rock and he leaned in between the two of you. The boy slowly started to carve your initials and his into the tree. 

“There, now we’ll always know where to find it.” He whispered. You watched him. 

            The shadow of the leaves covered his face, but he still shined bright. His skin was a golden hue from the days spent running around in the sun with you. His hair was wild, curly bangs splaying across his forward and spread on the tree trunk behind him. 

            You admired him. He, who was so vibrant and lively, so beautiful and so...human, had fallen for you. You, a faulty human being, a disgruntled girl, someone seemingly so plain, yet here you were. It was like comparing the sun to the dirt of the earth, but between the two, there was...life. 

Present

         You stood at the town center. But this time there was no celebration, no festival, and you were alone. You stood, watching the fall leaves skitter across the gravel. You dropped to your knees, searching the ground for some sort of sign. 

        After finding no sign of a note in the loose gravel, you searched the fountain. You ran your fingers gently along the edges of the fountain. Each tile was a different piece of art made by local artists and anyone who wanted to join the contest at the time. You admired the art as you continued along. 

        An hour passed and you were at an impasse. You just kept thinking about how if he was here with you, you would have found it. You groaned, lying down on the ground and staring up at the gray sky. It was overcast, looking like a blank canvas in the air. 

         You’re my star, my galaxy, and I am, but the lonely Earth. You turned over, eyes spotting a tile. There. It was of an Earth, the carefully crafted lines making a neat and simple design. At the side, there was a neat scribble of handwriting. The paint was faded, but the glaze had kept it mostly intact. You crawled over, tilting your head to get a better look. 

The cafe of tea and coffee cake. What a small world. 

         You chuckled at his clue and then sighed melancholically. He isn’t here anymore. You made your way across town to visit the coffee shop. You took the table that you had always sat at. It was still quiet. The hum of coffee machines and ovens whirred in the background. You ordered a coffee and searched the table. 

          The bell rang and the door opened. On instinct, you glanced upwards. The flash of black hair set your heart alight, but alas, it was not him. No, he was never going to walk through those doors again. 

        You bit your lip and went back to surveying the table. You found this one quite easily this time. There, scratched underneath the table, were a few words. 

“And to the lake we go, under the dock, you will find my hidden treasure chest.” You whispered as you read over the note. 

         You squeezed your eyes shut, just taking in the moment. You would need to retrace your steps all the way to the beginning...and you didn’t know if you wanted to feel the same pain all over again. 

         You gasped to the surface, choking on water and clinging desperately onto the dock. You threw the metal box, which was sealed with a massive amount of plastic encasing it, onto the old wood. You summoned the last of your energy and pulled yourself onto the rotting wood. God, did Tae want you to drown to try and get this box? 

         You sat up, ringing out your hair, and shivering. Your clothes were soaked through, the wetness gathering in a puddle around where you sat. The metal box looked so clean, it was like it was taunting you. With a deep breath, you began to unpack the box. 

“Oh...tae.” You sighed to yourself. Inside were three familiar items. 

         The first two were metal circles, metal rings with a faded golden strip twisting around the band. You held them up to the sky and then slowly slipped one onto your finger. You felt yourself choking up, unsure of whether to continue, but you forged onwards. You held the other ring tightly in your hands.

        The next item was a rose gold chain with an opal butterfly at the end. If you held it close enough, you could almost feel his beating heart still resting against the cool metal. 

       You smiled at the necklace, the piece of jewelry that was so close to your heart. 

“You know, Tae, I was lying before.” You said out loud, loud enough for the quiet lake to hear. “I really love this necklace.” You managed, your voice softer, before your vision started blurring. 

        The tears fell, rolling in waves down your cheeks and glistening like diamonds. It was at this moment that the aching cavity in your chest grew. The hollowness felt like it was about to swallow you whole. With shaking fingers, you unclasped the necklace and placed it around your neck, the piece of him now resting above your heart. 

        You gathered the box and papers together, your clothes soaked, and unsure if the wetness on your cheeks was because of the water or your tears. You made your way to the car and, shivering, started to drive. You knew where you needed to go. 

“Dear dummy, best friend, and of course, Tae Bear.” You began.

      The yellowed pages of your letter rested in your hands as you sat next to his gravestone. You weren’t much of a spiritual person, but you could feel a presence. You hoped it was him. 

       You cleared your throat once more. You had changed clothes and pulled your hair up as the breeze had kicked in. Still, baby wisps of hair floated across your forehead every so often. 

Dear dummy, best friend, and of course, Tae Bear. 

        Ten years, huh? It’s been ten years since we’ve met. I wish I could say how I’ve seen you grown, but the truth is, I’m writing this in the past. Crazy, right? I hope you’re still the same goofy kid I know now, and I want you to know that...you’ll always have a place in my heart. When I first saw you, I thought you were some creepy kid watching me from a tree, hah! It turns out...you’re so much more than that. You are...my inspiration. Tae, you’re so good natured and fun loving it hurts. Also, you’re just waaaaay too beautiful, it’s intimidating, please...my heart…

         I wish I could stay in this summer afternoon forever. I wish I could hold onto this moment, with you, with this little village in the middle of nowhere. Because what happens here, between us, no one else will know or understand. I want to stay with you, Tae. In the span of a few months, you’ve consumed my thoughts. I can’t think of spending my time with anyone else. And yet...reality is a cruel master, and all good things must come to an end. 

                                                                                       Love, 

                                                                                  Y/N (Y/N-ie)

         You read him the letter, the letter you had dreamed of reading to him 10 years ago. You took in a deep breath of crisp autumn air. The cold ground didn’t bother you. Instead, you just sat, letter in hand, metal ring on your finger, and opal necklace around your neck. 

          You couldn’t cry, you didn’t have it in you, but it wasn’t because you were too sad to cry, no. No, you felt a sense of relief. This letter hadn’t been written as a goodbye, it had been written to signal the beginning of something new, something you wanted to explore with him by your side. Him being in the ground and you above it, kept you apart. 

         It’s like the clouds split open and I could see the night sky; and in that galaxy of stars, I see you. You inhaled, feeling his words washing over you, letting them consume you, the mementos of everything you knew of him. The pieces were slowly pulling together. You pulled him in close, you whispered words of love, and then you let him go. 

        You stood, placing your letter to him under a rock on his grave, then you gently placed his promise ring on top. You bent down and kissed the ring. 

“Thank you, Taehyung.” 

I’ll leave you words Underneath your door

Underneath the singing moon Near the place where your feet pass by

Hidden in the holes of wintertime And when you’re alone for a moment

#bts #bts x reader #Kim Taehyung #Taehyung #Taehyung x reader #V #angst #fluff #tatawrites #PG #je te laisserai des mots #castlebangtan #ficswithluv #bangtanuniversity

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 4: Interlocking Cage

Narrated by Carlman

Narrator: Her Majesty the Queen was undoubtedly an excellent reformer.

Narrator: She has what anyone would want in a leader: courage, perseverance, assertiveness, and a curious seeker.

Narrator: As soon as she took the throne, she initiated many drastic reforms, but she faced opposition from the nobility and the church.

Narrator: The church and nobles both went after her, so the movement she inspired was quickly snuffed out.

Narrator: The reforms grinded to a standstill in most places, with one exception: Apple, which was still a Pigeon colony at the time.

Narrator: Most old nobles sneered at Apple, thinking it was just open land. This gave the Queen the chance to exhibit her will.

Narrator: After three years, the initial results of the reform would be made public. It was a wonderful system to spur movements.

Narrator: By then, the Queen had already endured countless doubts. It was an open, public gambit.

Narrator: She hoped to show her adversaries the tangible benefits of her reforms by fulfilling the kingdom’s needs.

Narrator: The sun was shining just right that day, and the Queen personally presided over the operation ceremony.

Narrator: But to everyone’s shock, the moment she flipped the switch, the machine exploded and the blast threw her back.

Narrator: Screams filled the air as people backed away in terror. They kneeled and prayed for the gods’ forgiveness.

Crowd: The gods are angry!

Crowd: She’s done this to herself! Who told her to buck the gods’ will?

Narrator: The nobles pretended to lament, but couldn’t hide the disgusting joy in their hearts.

Narrator: Her Majesty’s changes were coming to an end, and the nobles’ authority would no longer be questioned.

Choose either “How could that be?” or “Somebody sabotaged it, right?”

If “How could that be?”...

You: How could that be?

Narrator: I’m afraid the accident wasn’t really an accident.

If “Somebody sabotaged it, right?”...

You: Somebody sabotaged it, right?

Narrator: You’re very keen.

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Narrator: Do you remember Her Majesty’s brother?

Narrator: Although the Pigeon kingdom slowly declined in his reign, he was a master of political intrigue.

Narrator: All this time, he secretly won over the nobles, married a lady from the most powerful house and will soon have heirs.

Narrator: He was waiting for the chance to ascend so his wife could be the queen and his child would be his successor.

Narrator: After that incident, Her Majesty and all of her followers were arrested and awaited sentencing.

Narrator: She dragged her injured body across the church’s stage...

Narrator: ...and assumed all responsibilities in exchange for the freedom of her followers.

Narrator: In the end, the priests of the Church of Glory placed their hands on the holy scripture and loudly pronounced the verdict...

Priest: The gods give the world as much love as there is sin. You are bestowed eternal life, so you can witness Pigeon’s eternal glory.

Narrator: Her eyes reflected the pouring rain that day. She stood in front of the crowd, wearing her unorthodox dress.

Narrator: The hem of the steel skirt showed underneath the wet fabric.

Her wide hat hid her eyes, making it hard to tell what she was thinking.

Choose “Will she be sad?”

You: Was she sad?

Narrator: Are you feeling sorry, too?

Narrator: Beneath the gloomy sky, I recalled the first conversation I’d had with the princess that bright afternoon.

Hestia: Are you not afraid?

Hestia: Everyone says my eyes are bad luck.

Narrator: Once, I smiled and shook my head at that kid.

Narrator: But is the present really a curse from the gods? Or is it a mockery of fate?

Narrator: Is this how history rewards the bold?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

#chapter 4 #shining nikki #designer #designer's reflection #hestia #carlman #transcript #pigeon #history #trial #sabotage #interlocking cage #ur designer

[the-fiction-witch]

NSFW 100 Rafe Sadler

1. What's the dirtiest thought you've ever had about a total stranger? Hummm... I once as a boy, had a very dirty thought about one girl I saw across the way in church she was beautiful and I thought about doing things to her about us sitting side by side and touching each other but I never saw her again after that.

2. Do you prefer sex at night, in the morning, mid-afternoon, or NOW? Now would be nice. But I like in the morning as the sunlight shines in across y/ns perfect skin watching the sunrise and the fire embers flicker thought the canopy on our bed as we make love in that sweet sleepy morning state

3. What's your favourite way to be seduced? Seduced? I don't know. I like to be touched not like... Overly sexually just like touch my arm, my hand, my hair something about it I just kinda like it

4. What's the dirtiest fantasy you've had at work? Ohhh! Once I was in the office with Cromwell going over some paperwork and some letters and my mind sort of drifted a minute and I imagined y/n coming in to dust and sitting on my lap letting me grind against her till I was hard and desperate for her and then she got down and sucked my cock but cromwell woke me up before I could imagine much more

5. How would you dominate your boss sexually if given the chance? I would not. No thank you.

6. What do you do when you get horny in public? Ignore it. I don't get horny In public often usual only when my little ladies getting frisky and wants a little attention so I usually just take her somewhere private and make sure she makes me feel better

7. Have you ever masturbated in a public bathroom?

No. I have not and frankly that's sounds like a bad idea

8. What's the weirdest thing you've thought about while touching yourself?

I like to picture y/n. The strangest was when I hadn't known her too long and I imagined coming across her in the house as she was bathing, of her sat in the hot steamy water naked rubbing soap up her..... Uuuummmm I miss picturing that but I don't usually have to anymore

9. What's the strangest prop you've used to get yourself off? I once used a pillow and some intricately placed blankets within the case

10. Do you remember the first time you felt aroused? I remember it well. I was only a young boy maybe ten, eleven. And I went down to the kitchens as I was still new in the cromwell household and I saw this girl, this woman who was doing the laundry and I saw as she was scrubbing the clothes down the washboard I could see her wet bouncy boobs in her dress and yeah it uhh did something to me.

11. Who gave you your first orgasm? I did. With my hand one dark winter night after looking at our new maid girl all day

12. Do you remember what that first orgasm felt like? It was amazing!

13. Have you ever had sex with someone whose name you never knew?

I have not. I've thought about people I didn't know but never much else.

14. What's your favourite thing about a quickie? I love what they do so my little lady, y/n loved quickies and they drive her crazy which makes her very needy and very loud.

15. What the most sexually daring thing you've ever done?

I stood watching the maid girl in the kitchens as she was knelt down scrubbing the floor her dress all wet from the water she was washing it with, I had desired her a long time by this point and I just... I went over and slapped her butt kneeling down with her and rubbing myself on her ass, I'd barely even spoken to her yet but she resupricatid it back and we ended up losing our virginity to each other right there on the kitchen floor, and we've been happily and smuttily together ever since

16. Have you ever fantasized about fucking one of your teachers?

No! Damn I thought I was a horny little bastard

17. Do you ever mentally strip strangers just for kicks?

No just y/n I like thinking about what's below her dresses

18. And then imagine, in dirty detail, what it would be like to fuck them?

I do. And then I usually make a note of it and make her do it once we get home.

19. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?

I have, me and gregory grew up much like brothers as I was part of his father's and families service for so long being part of there household, and he thought of me much like a brother And infact still does but one night, we weren't that old he wanted to see if... That was something he liked and I admit I was curious so we kissed, and gently touched each other but we both agreed, it wasn't for us.

20. What inspires you to make the first move?

Hummm? How horny I am I guess?

21. In your opinion, what does it mean to be good in bed?

I think to be good in bed you have to be willing to change and be considerate of your partner, it's two of you working together and you have to work together it can't be about one or the other.

22. Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend or girlfriend because you just couldn't help yourself?

No! Many times richard and others have stopped places on trips but no. I wait till I get home so I can save it all up and ravish my little lady

23. Have you ever pushed the boundaries of fidelity to the brink and then retreated just for the rush?

No! I adore y/n! After cromwell's I entered the king's household I could have had a lady, a princess, anyone I wanted but I staied with y/n until we got married because I love her so much

24. Do you have a go-to masturbation fantasy?

Y/n. Bathing.

25. What kind of porn turns you on?

Windows. I suppose. Well watching y/n

26. Have you ever had sex with your eyes closed?

Yes! Usually because you ever been to tudor england, if we blow out the candles it's fucking dark ain't much to see anyways well it's my beautiful wifey but not much I can see in this level of darkness

27. Have you ever blindfolded or handcuffed your partner?

Well I have tied her up a couple of times and she had too me too.

28. Does naughty talk get you aroused?

I like when y/n whispers to me especially in public or in meetings or other such things, once I had to go to court so I brought her along with me and as we sat watching the king speak about his new wife, she slipped her hand across my leg and whispered "please master Sadler, I miss you so bad it's dripping down my legs" Umm dirty little girly! And yes I did take her out at the first time I could and we had a quickie against the wall in the gardens of the palace.

29. Are you sure about that, my dirty little forest nymph of a sex goddess?

Very sure princess xx

30. What's the dirtiest thing someone's ever said to you during sex?

Not during we don't take alot during but 'my waters getting a little cold maybe you could help me warm it up' as she was sat in the bath. Yeah.... That was a good day.

31. Have you ever watched another couple get it on without them knowing?

No!

32. Have you ever watched another couple have sex with their permission?

No!

33. How would you respond if a couple approached you to be their "third"?

No thank you I am good

34. What's the most flattering thing someone's said about your naked body?

She usually just says how beautiful I am and how much she loves me which in happy with

35. When's the last time you had a vivid sex dream?

I do not have sex dreams. I have a sexy wife you see I just kinda turn over tap her and go hey... Sexy time?

36. What do you think an orgy would be like?

Weird! And I don't wanna be involved ever

37. Have you ever propositioned a total stranger?

Well... I don't think so, I wouldn't say I have.

38. What does your ideal one-night stand look like?

I don't like one night stands

39. How long does it take you to get yourself off, on average?

Myself? Ohh like five minutes, with y/n well it depends how mean she is to me

40. What's the weirdest thing that turns you on?

Water! Or we'll when stuff is wet like a wet corset, a wet dress, wet hair just ummm something about it is so hot

41. Have you ever had a naughty dream about a close friend or family member? Close friends yes! Anyone my age in the house hold till they hired y/n.a

42. Have you ever woken up humping your pillow?

Yes. Many times

43. When's the last time you orgasmed in your sleep?

Many years ago before my first time

44. What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you while hooking up?

I have cum to early alot and uhhh I think that's it

45. Do you like touching yourself in front of the people you sleep with?

Very much and I know she liked watching too but I adore to watch her

46. What's the dirtiest text you've ever sent or received?

She once sent me a note that said she was in the bathroom waiting for me in a bubble bath

47. Do you prefer professional or amateur porn?

Uhhh windows

48. What's your favourite blowjob technique?

I like when she licks

49. If you had to pick, would you be a dominatrix or a submissive?

Dominant but... I'm happy to switch

50. Is there anything you won't do in bed?

Nothing with her butt just... Not somewhere I wanna go

51. What's your dirtiest sexual fantasy?

Ummm watching her bathe in her sexy bubble bath and then tieing her naughty little hands together and having my way with her anyway I want

52. How many people have you slept with?

One! And I indent to keep it that way

53. Where's the weirdest place you've had sex?

Uuhh the river? Royal gardens? A coach? The woods?

54. What's your favourite part of Y/n's body?

Uuuummmm I love her waist. I like looking at it, stroking it, and caressing it

55. Have you ever had anal sex? Nope!

56. If you could choose what Y/n was wearing right now, what would you choose? Nothing. Or her little robe and nothing else

57. Where on your body is your favourite place to be touched?

I like when she touches my leg or my hand

58. If you could have sex anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Our bed of course it's the cosiest

59. When did you first had sex?

She had been with us about a month and I had loved her since the moment I saw her and I decided one night to just go for it and we had sex on the floor and told each other how much we loved the other

60. What's the best sex you've ever had?

The night of our wedding, or the first time I can't decide

61. What's your favourite position?

.... I like, when she faces away as I'm on my knees and she sits her butt on my crotch don't know what it's called but I like it.

62. Have you ever been caught having sex?

Weirdly never.

63. Do you watch porn?

I watch y/n

64. What kind of porn do you watch?

Y/n

65. How often do you masturbate? I used to every night but I never do now I have y/n

66. Name a sex position you'd like to try? I would like to try... Hummm uuuhhh I don't know I don't know any we haven't done maybe I need to learn more sex positions.

67. Do you prefer to give or receive?

I like to receive, I like when she spoils me.

68. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

A few times yes

69. What's the most sex you've had in a day?

Sixteen times!

70. Are you loud or quiet during sex? We are both fairly quiet

71. Have you ever tried using food during foreplay? No. Seems like a bad idea

72. What's the first thing that sexually attracts you to someone? Personality and how snuggly they are

73. Would you say you have any fetishes?

I don't think so no 74. When it comes to BDSM, how far have you gone/would go?

As far as you want me too princess xx

75. What's your favourite toy?

Rope

76. Do you ever read erotic fiction?

Not really, I make up my own

77. Have you joined the mile high club? Nope

78. Do you think you could take off Y/n underwear with no hands? I know I can

79. Would you say you're kinky? Eh? Kinda

80. Do you enjoy shower sex? I like bath sex yes!

81. Where's the weirdest place you've ever masturbated? Many cupboards and little places but the weirdest I think was a little corner of the gardens

82. Do you like to be spanked? I do

83. Have you ever fantasised about someone else during sex? No! Why would I? I have y/n.

84. If y/n caught you masturbating, would you stop or would you finish? I finished for her and let her watch and she let me watch her too in return

85. Have you ever had an inappropriate crush?

I guess on y/n

86. Have you ever cried or fallen asleep during sex? Fell asleep after yes! Lots of times when she tries me out

87. Do you prefer eye contact or not during sex?

Eye contact please!

88. Do you like to kiss during sex?

Lots and lots of kisses please 89. Do you get tired after sex?

I do of she's being mean to me 90. How many positions do you think you've tried? Most of them I think

91. What's the longest you've ever gone without sex?

A year, I was so busy and I was barely home so I waited, and when I got home she couldn't walk for the next week

92. How high is your sex drive?

Fairly high

93. What's a surefire way to turn you on?

Touch me, or get in a bath or wet like seriously throw a bucket of water on yourself I'm weirdly hard! Maybe I just have a thing for water? Y/n in the bath that first maid girl washing clothes, ohh my god an I into water?

94. Sex with lights on or lights off? On else we can't see anything

95. Do you like dirty talk?

Very much

96. Do you prefer one night stands or longer-term sexual partners? Long term

97. Do you prefer to be on top or bottom? I like bottom I like giving her that power over me

98.Rough or romantic? Romantic

99. Quickie or marathon session? Quickie

100. What's the best thing about our sex life?

Awww that I adore you, your my little lady, I never even look or think k anyone else that's how lovely you are the fact it's never a no everything we discuss and we try somethings we hate others we love and I can't wait for all the other things we shall try once baby comes my beautiful wife.