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in1-nutshell · 4 months

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Hi how would the tfp bots and cons react to meeting a teenage neutral bot buddy who is know to be very violent and edgy in personality and is very skill in combat and lost their creators when the war started causing them to become very distant and hateful toward everyone around them

Not going to lie, I got Violent Batman vibes from this Buddy. Other that that this was another fun challenge to write about! Because you didn't specify the characters, I chose the characters at random. If this isn't what you wanted please let me know!

Hope you enjoy!

Neutral Teen Bot Buddy who's skilled in combat and edgy with Shockwave, Vechicon's, Arcee, and Smokescreen

SFW, Angst, mentions of death/lose and some violence, nothing too graphic, Cybertronian reader

Buddy remembers that day clearly.

They had been walking with their Caretakers down the streets of Tarn’s district. It had been a rather unusually peaceful day, not that Buddy was complaining. The streets were a lot more empty than usual with many bots going to the new demonstrations and debates on the Senate.

Buddy remembered looking at their Caretakers with a wide smile etched on their faceplate. Optics holding nothing but love and affection. Buddy had their servos in each of their Caretakers servos swinging them up and down.

It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

The day was ruined by the first sounds of a cannon firing up into the air and screams ripping the air.

There was a frenzy of bots coming out of nowhere filling the streets in panic. More shots were fired when the mob of bots came crashing into the small family.

Buddy tried their best to keep their servos in their Caretakers servos, but the force of crowd proves too much as Buddy was separated from them. They tried their best to get back to their Caretakers by going against the crowd, but it turned out to be too much as the panic grew with the sounds of more shots being fired.

Buddy found a small alley and hid in some of the waste bins. They put their servos over their helm and rolled themselves into a ball trying to be as small as they could. They tried to blend in with the rest of the garbage around them as they shook in fear.

After what seemed like a millennium, the screaming finally stopped and the streets were filled with an eerie silence and the smell of canon fire. Buddy crawled out of their hiding place and began to slowly walked into the street.

It was a site that would haunt their dreams for years to come.

Mini craters litters the streets from the canon fire as well as the fallen bodies of poor bots trying to get to safety. Many having been hailed down by blaster marks or having been trampled beyond recognition.

All of this was nothing compared to the feeling when they saw two familiar bodies on the ground. Their servos inches from each other as they laid motionless on the ash covered ground.

Buddy fell to their knee. They reached their shaky servo out to touch their cooling bodies, but they stopped mid-way and pulled back. Their grey cold bodies etched permanently in their processor.

Their scream pierced the silent streets. The agonizing sounds of a young one losing their loved ones filled the dead street. Buddy gently picked up each Caretaker and dragged them out of the middle of the street. They brought the two to the alley where they had been hiding and laid them next to each other. Buddy placed a bit of their inner most energon out in their open servos before turning away sniffling.

Two flags gently fluttered on the ground in front of Buddy.

Through their coolant filled optics, they could clearly see the insignias of the Autobots and Decepticons that they had been seeing bots decorate their chassis at the demonstrations.

Gingerly they grabbed the flags and held them close to their faceplate.

Their body started feeling hot, the energon in them was boiling seeing the clashes of purple and red together.

Buddy grabbed a used blaster from a dead bot nearby and blasted into the flags again, and again, and again. They didn’t know they had been screaming when the flags had been reduced into a pile of ash at their pedes.

They slid the blaster into one of their subspaces and turned away from the massacre.

Buddy swore that any member of these factions would feel their wrath.

This was for their Caretakers.

This would be for their fallen friends.

This would be for Cybertron.

Anyone who got in their way was going to meet the well of Allspark earlier than intended.

Shockwave

Shockwave had heard stories of this assassin bot who had been decimating bots and cons a like for a while now.

But to him this was simply a bot who had lost their logic circuits. Why would any bot now this late into the war even consider taking down two sides of a war on their own?

It was simply illogical.

Shockwave did one day meet the bot on the battlefield.

They had injured one of the Autobots and some lower class Vechicons and had disappeared quicker than anyone could think.

This had gotten Shockwave curious on this bot.

Perhaps they were an Outlier with extreme speed?

This could certainly help the Decepticon cause. A little bit of experimenting never hurt him anyways.

Predaking was going to go hunting as soon as he could get a sample of the bot’s energon.

“It has been some time since I have experimented on a live subject. With some practice I will not be as rusty as I was a couple millennia ago. Now, where is Starscream?”--Shockwave

Vechicons

These bots lived in fear of this bot.

This bot was made a myth in the early years of the war. Some said it was a vengeful spirit; others said it was a paid assassin; some even went as far as to say it was a Sparkeater that toyed with their food before coming back to finish the job.

They thought these attacks would stop as soon as they went off the planet.

But as soon as the familiar looking injuries and body counts started piling up, they just knew.

The myths were real.

That thing was back.

With their luck the thing would kill the Autobots first before it got to them.

“Breakdown! What are the troops doing?!”--Starscream

“I think they are performing a chant.”--Breakdown

“A chant? A chant for what?!”--Stascream

“They think the mythical Sparkeater bot is back and they are trying to ward it off or something like that.”--Knockout

“… As long as they get out in the next 5 minutes—”--Stascream

“They will! Steve hurry it up!”--Breakdown

“You can’t hurry this stuff up too much Breakdown! We did that last time and they took out Marc last week!”--Steve

Arcee

Arcee had heard about this bot through stories in the base back on Cybertron.

She was a bit skeptical when she heard about it. Arcee brushed it off as a funny story to try and scare the recruits on their first days.

It wasn’t until she had been face to face with said bot that she believed the threats were real.

She had been in the middle of a mission when she felt a slash across her back. Rolling away from the attacker, they had blasted the ground where she was formerly standing.

She swore it was a Con.

But there was no insignia to be seen, just a normal looking soldier with a dangerous air around them. Arcee couldn’t move, for the first time since Tailgate’s death she froze in fear. The blaster was in front of her, the heat was building up, ready to fire.

“…”--Arcee

“…”—Buddy

BANG!

CRASH!

“OH, PRIMUS THEY’RE BACK! THEY TOOK OUT MARC! RETREAT! RETREAT!”--Steve

“And that’s my cue to go.”--Arcee

With one more look at Arcee, the bot took off disappearing into the surroundings without uttering a word.

Arcee took this moment to quickly retreat.

When she got back to base, she tried explaining the story to everyone.

The stories were real.

Someone was hunting them down.

But the thing that haunted Arcee was the haunting anger in their optics and how young those optics looked.

Smokescreen

Smokescreen had heard these stories ever since he became a part of the Elite Guard, even as the war had gone for so long. Practically growing up on them during his time on Cybertron.

This assassin bot was rather infamous on both sides. Naturally, Smokescreen wanted to fight them, or at least meet them.

He never knew how close he was to death by one of his legends until later.

It happened on Earth one day during patrol.

Smokescreen decided to patrol by himself instead of going with Bumblebee that day.

It was a peaceful drive at night.

Smokescreen stopped by a deserted cliff side and transformed to stretch a bit. He had gotten dirty on the way to the cliff side.

Dirt and dust caked on to part of his paint job. He could almost hear his team complaining about all the dirt and dust caked on him and how it was covering his insignia, but right now he didn’t care.

He heard a snap of some twigs and turned around half expecting to see Bumblebee or Ultra Magnus. To his surprise he saw a bot semi hiding in the shadows of the larger trees.

They looked almost… shy to approach him?

He patted down the space next to him.

If this was a Con, he would have been dead and neutrals would never approach him, so it had to have been a fellow Autobot!

Slowly the bot inched over and sat down next to him.

Smokescreen looked over at the new bot and smiled warmly.

“Hi there!”--Smokescreen

“…Hi.”--Buddy

“The names Smokescreen! What’s yours?”--Smokescreen

“…Buddy… you have a nice name.”--Buddy

“Thanks! Have you seen the bird that flew over a couple kliks from here?”--Smokescreen

“Oh. Yeah, it was a pretty bird.”--Buddy

“I know right!”--Smokescreen

“I saw a couple of deer on the way too…”--Buddy

“Really!? You’re one lucky bot.”--Smokescreen

“I wouldn’t say that.”--Buddy

“Of course! I rarely see any deer at this time! They always seem to runaway when I see one.”--Smokescreen

“Maybe try being quieter next time?”--Buddy

The two soon ended up having a small chat together, which was a nice change in the war and all.

He offered the bot a drive, to show all his favorite places to hang out. But the bot declined politely and turned to leave. Not before thanking him for the chat and leaving into the dark shadows of the trees.

When he got back and asked about the new bot had made it back.

Smokescreen attempted to describe the bot in question when everyone gave him a weird look. Arcee was the first to recognize the bot as the mysterious assassin bot.

An unsettling air filled the base. The Team could have lost Smokescreen today and they would have noticed till it was too late. Smokescreen had literally dodged a bullet that day just by being nice to them!

Despite this, he wants the bot to come and join the bots.

The only question now was finding them.

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #tfp #bot buddy #tfp x reader #tfp shockwave #tfp arcee #tfp vehicons #tfp smokescreen

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diazsdimples · 18 days

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Several Sentence Sunday!!

Bringing you sentences from two wips today because I am Indecisive™️ and am enjoying these both. Tagged by @theotherbuckley

First snippet is from my beloved Frostpunk AU. Eddie is purely vibing here.

Sometimes it feels like Eddie’s being moved, his body shifting from one side to another without him moving a muscle. It hurts when this happens, a sharp pain driving into his side as though a knife has been plunged through his ribs. He tries to take in a sharp breath but there’s something blocking his throat. He tries to lift a hand to claw at his mouth, to remove the obstruction, but his arms are leaden and won’t move. He whines, as much as he can with something down his throat, and he can feel his heartrate picking up. Suddenly, a heavy warmth envelops his hand, and gentle, low words penetrate through the haze, swimming through his brain until that’s all he focuses on. “It’s okay, Edmundo, you’re safe. Christopher is safe. I’m – I mean – we’re here.” It’s Eddie, not Edmundo, he wants to say. He wants nothing more than to hear this nice, calming Voice speak his name properly. He wants to hold onto the warmth in his hand so it never leaves, but it always does. Sometimes he thinks he hears his son’s voice. Not words, but small sounds that get picked up and wafted towards him. It’s usually when that Voice is nearby, mumbling soft words that tell stories of princesses and pirates and swordfights and giants, and he hears a small hum or sigh that he just knows is Christopher. He’d be able to pick out his son’s voice from a mile away. It gives him strength, knowing Christopher is close and being cared for. Sometimes he dimly wonders if the Voice and the Angel are the same, a guardian staying around and caring for him and his son as if that’s what it was put on this earth to do. Maybe he can get better, if only to see his son again and to hear the Voice and see the face it belongs to. So, Eddie drifts as his body heals, cuts knitting back together, his lungs slowly gaining strength until he feels he could take a breath without feels as though they could collapse. His heart beats steadier and with less pain. He doesn’t feel cold anymore, especially not when that heavy warmth settles on his forehead, his cheek, or around his fingers. Maybe, just maybe everything will be okay. Maybe he succeeded. Maybe he got himself and his son to safety. And if that’s true, he just hopes Shannon can forgive him.

The other snippet is from this fic that I'm co-writing with @theotherbuckley. Please enjoy some spice.

“How do you want to do this?” Eddie asks as he mouths at the length of Buck’s neck. “Think you can take me?” He says it like a challenge, one Buck seems more than happy to rise to. He draws himself to his full height — fuck, Eddie had forgotten that Buck’s got a couple of inches on him — and looks Eddie dead in the eyes. The blue of his irises are barely visible as his pupils blow, hunger burning deep as he surveys Eddie’s face as if taking inventory of his features. Buck leans forwards, his whole persona exuding cocky confidence, and he brushes his lips tantalisingly against Eddie’s, smirking as Eddie lets out a shaky breath. “Every last inch.” The last of Eddie’s resolve crumbles, and he surges forward, kissing Buck hard and dirty as he pulls him away from the door. They stumble across the room, tripping over loose items of clothing that are strewn across the floor - Buck 1.0 clearly isn’t the best housekeeper. The minute the backs of Buck’s legs hit the bed he falls backwards, dragging Eddie down with him. Eddie braces himself with an arm to the side of Buck’s head, his other hand cupping Buck’s jaw as he slowly, meticulously takes him apart with his lips. Buck groans into Eddie’s mouth and grabs a fistfull of his ass, pulling Eddie on top of him a little more so that Eddie’s whole body blankets his. Eddie slots a leg between Buck’s and smirks into the kiss as Buck grinds needily against his thigh, letting out high-pitched whines with each small thrust. “You need it badly, hmm?” Eddie hums as he breaks the kiss and begins to mouth along Buck’s jaw, down his neck, until he latches onto his collarbone. Buck nods vigorously and whines again as Eddie bites a mark into the tender skin.

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@bibabyboybuck @aroeddiediaz @spotsandsocks @bibuckbuckgoose @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

@nmcggg @jesuisici33 @wikiangela @loveyouanyway @cal-daisies-and-briars

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@morethanoneside @random-trash-animal @woogigi @redpheonixwitch @having-conniptions

(lmk if you want to be added/removed)

#james writes #frostpunk au #purple fic #buddie wip #buddie fics #buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #911 #eddie x buck

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flightlessangelwings · 7 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 23- CNC

Will Miller x fem!reader

Word count- 1.6k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), consensual noncon, rough sex, bondage, knife play, crops, pussy slapping, creampie, aftercare, reader wears a dress, no use of y/n

Notes- This has been in my wip list for literally like 2 years but I never had more than vibes before now lol. I had a lot of fun writing this tho so I hope y'all like reading it11 Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“Will? Hey I’m hom…” you were cut off with a hand to your mouth and you struggled against the strong grip that held you in place.

“Don’t scream,” a familiar voice whispered in your ear. He squeezed your arm three times, the signal that meant you were safe.

You whimpered in a warm hand as you reached for his arm and returned the motion, signaling you were good to continue. Will placed a soft kiss on the side of your head before he snapped back into character.

“You’re coming with me,” he growled in your ear as he pushed you inside.

Any cries you let out were muffled by Will’s hand over your mouth, and you fought your hardest against him. Yet, despite your best efforts, he was stronger than you no matter how much you tried to break free. But, as he yanked you into your shared living room, your eyes went wide when you saw the lone chair in the middle of the space, with cuffs and various toys right next to it.

He planned it to happen today.

“Sit still,” he grunted in a low tone as he shoved you into the chair.

You huffed as you tried to take the opportunity to dart away, not wanting to make things too easy for him. It wouldn’t be as fun otherwise. And for a split second, you thought you were going to get away, but Will’s reflexes were honed, and he launched himself after you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back towards the chair.

With a yelp, you landed hard on the simple chair that Will set up in the middle of the room, and for a moment you were disoriented. He took the opportunity to quickly tie your wrists to the arms of the chair, and before you got your senses back, he bound your ankles to the legs, leaving you trapped and helpless.

Heavy pants escaped your lips as you looked up at him with a pleading expression. Your breasts rose and fell with your breaths as you tried to free yourself, only to find that Will was also an expert in binding, and he tied the knots extra tight. He stood back for a moment to admire his work.

“Perfect,” he purred as he eyed you up and down.

“Let me go,” you protested as you thrashed yourself around.

“I don’t think so,” he tisked as he grabbed your shoulders and forced you to sit still. Leaning forward, he savored the fight you had in your eyes. And it only turned him on more that you were trying your best to make it harder for him.

Will’s eyes trailed down your figure, and he let out a sharp exhale when he saw you wore the dress he told you to that morning before you left. It was a simple dress, and short so that your thighs were exposed as you were bound to the chair.

“Please,” you whimpered.

He smirked, “I like it when you beg,” his tone was low as he reached into his pocket for something.

Your eyes went wide when he pulled out his pocket knife and flipped it open, hovering it over your body, “Beg some more.”

A shiver ran up your spine as you let out a moan involuntarily. Swallowing hard, you spoke in a shaky tone, “Please… Don’t hurt me,” you eyed the knife in his hand.

Will’s eyes darkened as he brought the knife closer to you and slid it under the hem of your dress. With just a growl, he grabbed your dress to pull it tight before he sliced it open in one clean slice. Precise and calculated, just like him, WIll ripped your dress to expose you to him. He let out a low rumble as his gaze raked over your body, landing on your pussy. And he could see how soaked you were through your panties.

Reading his thoughts, you let out a desperate plea as you struggled in your restraints, “No… Please…”

Without another word, he shimmied the knife under your panties, careful not to actually cause you any harm and sliced it open just as easily as he did your dress. His cock twitched in his pants as he let out another growl as his eyes landed on your pussy.

You whimpered as you tried to close your legs, only to find they were tied to the chair, forcing them open.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he stepped back and picked up something, keeping his voice level despite how turned on he was, “I’m going to use this,” WIll held up the crop, “And you’re going to count the number of times I smack that gorgeous pussy.”

You swallowed hard and looked at him in defiance, “What if I don’t?”

Will landed a hard smack on your pussy without warning, causing you to scream loudly. He groaned at the sound you made. “I can go harder if you want to be difficult.”

You whimpered as you let out a few shaky breaths. A few long, tense moments passed before you spoke again, “One.”

WIll grinned darkly, “Good girl.” He smacked your pussy with the crop again.

“...Two.”

Smack.

“Th…ree.”

On the outside, Will Miller was calm, cool and collected as he continued to smack your pussy hard with the crop. Every time you counted, his cock strained more and more in his pants, however, and it became harder for him to keep his composure. With every smack, the tip of the crop became more soaked from how turned on you were.

He made it all the way to ten before he snapped. As tears filled your eyes and you let out soft whines, Will lost it. He threw the crop aside and pounced on you. A feral growl rumbled in his chest as he ripped the binds off of your limbs and shoved you to the ground.

Too disoriented from the assault on your pussy, you barely even processed that you were suddenly on the floor. The cold on your skin barely registered in your mind, and neither did the fact that you were free. You couldn’t even try to run away this time, though, not even when Will grabbed you and flipped you over onto your back.

“I’m going to take what I want now,” Will groaned as he quickly freed his cock and lined himself up with your pussy.

Your eyes went wide as your brain finally caught up with your situation. You tried to scrabble away, but WIll pinned you down, and in one swift movement, he thrust himself into you completely.

A gasp escaped your mouth as it dropped open in a silent scream at the intrusion. Tears fell from your eyes as you laid helpless on the floor while Will pounded into you with everything he had. He groaned an incoherent string of curses as he thrust into you over and over again, feeling your warm tightness engulf him.

“S-stop… Please…” you whined.

“No,” he growled, “You’re mine now, beautiful.”

Something about him using an affectionate term while pounding into you harshly made you moan. The thickness of his cock burned slightly, especially after he smacked your pussy hard, but that pain only added to your pleasure. You stayed in the moment though, and cried and begged for him to stop while he thrust into you.

Will grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the ground, holding you in place while he rocked into you faster. He groaned as he started to give in to his own pleasure while you screamed and cried underneath him. Then, Will felt your inner muscles clench around him and your moan hit a different pitch.

“You going to cum on my cock, gorgeous?” he asked with a teasing laugh, “Going to cum for me even if you don’t want to?”

“N-no,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

“You say ‘no,’” he teased, “But I think this pussy,” Will thrust into you hard, burying himself to the brim inside you, “Says ‘yes.’”

“No, please…” you whined as tears continued to fall as Will resumed his thrusts.

But, you were helpless against him, and as he pounded into you, WIll hit that sweet spot deep inside you and it didn’t take much longer for you to cum against your will. You tried to fight it off, but your body trembled and you cried out before you could stop it.

“That’s it,” he purred, “Are you ready for me to cum in you now?”

“No!” you gasped as your eyes shot open.

“Fill you up?” Will continued, ignoring your protests.

“No…” you repeated in a weaker voice.

Will groaned as he pumped himself into your pussy a few more times until his own climax hit. He growled as he covered you with his body as he emptied his cock into you, filling you up even more. You laid helpless underneath him, forced to take what he gave you until he was spent.

Together, the two of you laid on the floor in a sweaty mess. Heavy breaths filled the room as the two of you came down from your highs. After a moment, Will pushed himself onto his elbows and covered your face in soft, tender kisses.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asked in a soft voice, “I didn’t actually hurt you, did i?”

“No,” you replied in a whisper, “That,” you sighed, “Was fucking amazing.”

Will smiled at you, “It was,” he cupped your face, “You did so well, sweetheart,” he looked at you with an affectionate gaze before he leaned in and kissed you deeply, “Come on, let me take care of you now,” he hissed as he slowly pulled out of you, “Thanks for trusting me, baby.”

You smiled as you let yourself fall into his arms, “I always trust you, Will,” you hummed contently, “Thank you for indulging me with this,” you added with a laugh.

He joined your laughter, “Anything for you, sweetheart,” he kissed you gently, “Anything for you.”

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festivalsofmargot · 1 year

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You Are a Memory {Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: END GAME SPOILERS!!! AGE 18+ SCENARIOS

Starts after Sebastian’s questline and goes until the two of you are in your 7th year, aged up to 18+. Sebastian has just killed his uncle, and it finally dawns on the two of you how far down the dark path you’ve gone. You aren’t good for one another, and it’s time you let each other go.

Could be a standalone, but if you’d like some extra background on yours and Sebastian’s relationship, feel free to read these first: Pining in Potions Class, Pretty Thoughts, and Selfless. (I like to write a non house specific reader, but Gall of a Gryffindor can work too if any of you Gryffindors out there want that little extra).

Word Count: ~ 5,400 😬 whoopsies

Warnings: Kissing, Angst, Sex (first time making love, gender neutral so not crazy explicit smut level, characters are aged 18+)

Author’s Note: Listen listen listen listen… it’s not that I don’t like you guys. I just wanna make you pretty cry a bit, okay? You and Seb have been too happy together in my short stories and I’m ready to be the drama and add a little spice. This is my first attempt at a sex scene and a gender neutral one at that. I’m happy with how it turned out, but I’ll keep pushing myself to write better. Enjoy everybody, hope you’re having a good day 😊

Songs (if interested, bonus songs because it’s a long one today, pop them on and join my sad vibes):

You Are a Memory - Message to Bears

In This Shirt - The Irrepressibles

Exit Music (For A Film) - Radiohead

September 15, 2017: Cassini - The Grand Finale - Sleeping At Last

Light - Sleeping At Last

Falling Colour - Vanbur

You finally left the room of requirement after having spent a good amount of your Saturday there. The magical beasts you saved were always excellent company, even in a time as dark as this. When Deek had excused himself for the night, it was then you realized you should probably get to bed yourself.

You silently cursed when you saw how dark and empty the halls were. It was difficult to keep track of time with the vivariums and Deek’s room ambience enchantments. No question you were well passed curfew. Though, a detention was the least of your worries at the moment.

You heard your name called from somewhere in the darkness. You gasped and turned quickly to see Sebastian pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against.

“Sebastian? What are you doing here?” The two of you hadn’t spoken since he ran from the cave. You hadn’t sought him out when you returned to the castle. You let him have his space, and heaven knows you needed it too.

“I needed to see you.” He said, not meeting your eyes.

“How long have you been waiting? I’m so sorry, if I had known -”

“It’s alright. I... needed the time to think about what I was going to say to you.”

Noticing the room of requirement’s door was still there, you pulled him back in with you. “Let’s talk in here.”

Sebastian’s eyes roamed the room. He would have been in awe at the beauty of it all. But the image of his dead uncle and the heartbroken look on Anne’s face took away any levity the room could have given him.

With Sebastian’s hand still in yours, you guided him to a nearby couch which had been your favorite spot aside from the beast vivariums, though you had a feeling it wouldn’t be any longer after your conversation that night. You sat and gently tugged at his hand for him to sit down with you.

Releasing your hand, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. He looked down at the floor, and you waited for him to speak first. You didn’t want to rush him.

“How did things go so wrong?” He buried his face in his hands, his voice faltering. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to -”

Hearing his distress, you placed your hand on his back, rubbing up and down.

He took a shaky breath to right himself. He then grabbed your hand that was rubbing his back and held it in his lap. He rubbed a thumb across your skin and stared at the lines that graced your palm. “We need to end this.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and tears stung at your eyes. You also knew the two of you were heading this direction, but to hear one of you actually say it out loud still broke something in you. “I know.” You whispered.

Sebastian shot a hand up to cover his eyes, desperately trying to stop tears of his own from falling. His shoulders began to shake with silent sobs.

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back. “I know.” You said again, still with no conviction. “I’m just as tempted by the dark arts as you are, Sebastian. If we stay together, I'm afraid we’ll cause even more damage.”

“I don’t want this.” He choked through his tears.

You held him tighter, the tears finally falling down your cheeks. You breathed in his scent once more, taking in everything you could of him before he would leave that night. “Neither do I.”

He gently tugged at your arms to get you to release him. He stood to his feet and made his way to leave. You knew you should let him go, but you jumped up from the couch and called for him just as he was going to open the door. “Sebastian!”

His fingers hovered over the handle, he turned slightly to look at you. He waited for you to continue, but you could only stare at him, eyes sparkling with tears.

Digging his heels into the ground, he closed the distance between the two of you in only a few steps. He took your face in his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. You met him with just as much need and grabbed at the fabric covering his chest to keep him close. The both of you whimpered at the despair in your kiss, cheeks wet with tears. This was the end of it and there was no running from the pain.

Before you knew it, Sebastian left your embrace, speeding out of the room. Once the door shut behind him, you collapsed to the floor and allowed your sobs to consume you.

The remaining days of your fifth year went by the slowest. Each day you weren’t working with Professor Fig on your ancient magic and going through the keepers’ trials, you struggled to fill your time. Poppy was finally taking it easy after you had helped her with the centaurs. And Natty was still recovering from your fight with Harlow. Her mother had a closer eye on her than ever before, so spending time with her away from the castle wasn’t happening.

Every time you saw Sebastian, you did everything you could to keep your distance and avoid looking his way. At first you tried to sneak glances, but you found it hurt too much, and it only tempted you to run back into his arms.

“Maybe we were too rash. Maybe we can be better together.” You envisioned yourself saying to him, but you knew it wouldn’t be true. It was made clear every time you left the castle and ran into poachers. They made it difficult to stray from your dark path. Seeing what they had done to so many animals, you were nowhere near done with the cruciatus curse. You weren’t good for Sebastian, you needed to accept that and let him heal. He could be better, and he would be.

You don’t know how you made it out alive against Rookwood and Ranrok, yet there you were. You shifted uncomfortably in your bed in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Aside from some deep gashes that needed stitching, a ton of bruising, and a sprained ankle, you had managed to make it out all right. But Professor Fig hadn’t, and it weighed on you heavily.

Word spread fast about how you fought alongside the professors to defend the school. All your friends had come to see you - well - almost all of them. Even some people you didn’t know very well came to check in.

When Ominis came in to the hospital wing, you felt yourself go stiff. Along with leaving Sebastian behind, you left Ominis as well. You panicked at the thought of facing him. If you had never entered their lives, Sebastian might not have been able to dive so deep into the dark arts. He might have listened to his closest friend and the whole mess wouldn’t have happened.

“How are you?” Ominis asked as he pulled up a chair by your bedside.

“A little roughed up, I suppose. And you?” You were afraid to ask, because the conversation could so easily move towards Sebastian.

“I’m well thank you. And a little roughed up? From what I hear you sound like you belong in this hospital bed for the remainder of the year.”

You began to laugh but then hissed in pain, grabbing at your side. “Well, I can’t really disagree with you there, can I?”

He gave a soft chuckle, and then he fell quiet. The look on his face made it seem like he was debating his next words. “Look, I heard what happened between you and Sebastian.”

“Ominis, please -”

“Let me finish. I heard what happened between the two of you but I’m still here for you. That day you took on the cruciatus curse for him, I knew you’d proven yourself to be a true friend. I understand why the two of you are no longer speaking, and as much as I’m sure it hurts, I agree it’s what’s best for the both of you. Please know, you don’t have to be a stranger when it comes to me.”

It hit you how much you had missed Ominis as well. “Thank you.”

“I'm afraid I have to get going now, I snuck away from Sebastian to check in on you. I feel I’ve constantly had to talk him out of coming to visit the second he heard what happened.”

You nodded your head, “It’s best he doesn’t come. I think I’d fall out of this bed and crawl right into his arms if he had.”

“I thought the same.” He stood up from his chair. “Now get some rest. I can grab something for you from Honeydukes later.”

“Chocolate Frogs, I’m begging you.” Just as you were starting to cheer up, the thought of Hogsmeade reminded you of Rookwood, and what he had told you before he tried to kill you. “Ominis, wait. There’s something you and Sebastian need to know about Anne.”

Sebastian couldn’t stand it. Though he knew full well Ominis was right about how he shouldn’t go to visit you, it had gotten to a point where he wasn’t able to sleep without having seen how you were doing with his own eyes.

Sneaking out of his dorm, he made his way to the hospital wing. He crept in, cloaked with the disillusionment spell and stood at the entrance. Eyes searching, it didn’t take long to spot you. You seemed to be the only student admitted.

He tiptoed over as not to wake you. When he reached you, his heart crumpled at the sight. A majority of your body was covered by the blanket, but from the skin he could see on your neck and face, you were riddled with bruising and stitches. Without thinking, he brushed his fingers along your cheek.

You let out a soft moan and Sebastian yanked back his hand, panicked he had woken you. But you went quiet again, the only sound escaping you was your breathing. He should have listened to Ominis, seeing you again like that had pulled him right back in. He needed to get out of there.

Just as he as he turned to leave, you mumbled, “Sebastian?”

He looked back fearfully, thinking he was caught. But you were still sound asleep as you murmured his name. He ached to kneel before your bedside and grab your hand. He wanted to kiss it over and over, reassuring you saying, “I’m here. I’m here. Everything’s alright now.” But he couldn’t, and before he could fight himself on it any longer, he forced his feet to move one in front of the other until he was back in his dorm.

It was the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts when the Triwizard Tournament was announced to take place. It sounded like just the thing you needed to get through your last year.

You don’t know how you made it through your sixth year, it wasn’t nearly as eventful as your fifth had been. Though you were thankful everything seemed to be going a lot smoother in the world and your friends were safe, you were still uneasy with all the free time you had. You busied yourself up in the room of requirement if you weren’t with Poppy or Natty, and would stay just late enough to make it back right before curfew.

Though it was impossible to not see Sebastian, you did everything you could to minimize the chances. By the end of the year, you had found a good routine to get you through the rest of your time at Hogwarts. And adding this tournament on top of it could really help you thrive.

You fiddled with the folded up parchment that had your name written on it as you stood in the crowd around the Goblet of Fire. You were standing side by side with Natty who was also going to put her name in, the two of you waited for your turn to walk up. It was interesting watching all the Beauxbaton Academy and Durmstrang Institute students put their name in. They all looked so confident, and with such athletic builds, you couldn’t believe some of them were only 18 years old like you were.

After Natty placed her name in, you clapped along with everyone else and threw in a special holler just for her. Then it was your turn. As you were about to let the parchment fall in and be swallowed up by the flames, you looked out to the cheering crowd and locked eyes with Sebastian. Out of everyone around you, how did you manage to spot him? Dropping your name in, the crowd erupted in applause. You bowed your head and smiled as you left the circle.

When you returned to your position amongst the crowd, you tried to shake the image of his face from your mind. The way he was looking at you when you entered your name into the fire, it was almost as if he was crushed to see you do so. But you immediately dismissed the thought. It was dark in there and the only light source came from the Goblet, you couldn’t have possibly gotten a good read on his reaction. You two were no longer in each other’s lives and it’s been that way for a while. Get over yourself. He wouldn’t care what you did any more.

“You? But... why?” Was all Sebastian could ask his best friend. Ominis had just informed him he was the one taking you to The Yule Ball. Sebastian had known you were going with someone after overhearing you turn down a Durmstrang student, apologizing and explaining you already had a date. He had been in a dreadful mood ever since. But his sour mood turned perplexed at Ominis’ announcement.

“Honestly? Because I’m afraid of what you’d do to anyone else who did. Also, it looks good for a Gaunt to be going to the ball with the Hogwarts champion, if I’m not going to be the champion myself. Got my family off my back somewhat.”

Sebastian sighed. “Ominis, you didn’t need to trouble yourself. I’m fine now. We’re fine. We haven’t spoken in who knows how long. The two of you should go with people you -” have an interest in. He finished in his head, unable to say the words aloud without feeling sick.

Though he’d hate to admit it, Sebastian was filled with immense relief Ominis was the one taking you to the ball. He had seen the rather large amount of people who had approached you, and he wanted to shoo off each one of them. But he had no right, he needed to let you live your life. After all, it would have been highly hypocritical of him considering he had said yes to going with Amelie Dupont, the champion for Beauxbatons Academy.

Sebastian and Ominis waited side by side at the bottom of the stairs for their dates. He was hoping with every fiber in his body that you would walk down those stairs before Amelie did, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist watching you come down with undivided attention. And that would be horribly rude of him with his date at his arm already.

But of course, Amelie arrived first. He shouldn’t have expected any different knowing how you were. Always off doing something until the last minute.

With Amelie’s arm linked in his, all champions and their dates stood, lined in formation to enter the ballroom, except one.

“Ah Mr. Gaunt, here is your date now.”

Sebastian shot his gaze to the stairs at Professor Weasley’s words and went stiff. In that moment, he could have sworn his heart stopped. You were breathtaking. He had never seen you in such formal attire. For some reason, feeling foolish about it then, he had expected you to be dressed in some variation of the Hogwarts uniform. It had been all he’d seen you in for the passed year and a half.

“So sorry I’m late.” You called down as you descended the steps, watching your step as you did so as not to trip in your new fancy shoes. You were still breaking them in and weren’t the most confident. When you looked up your eyes met Sebastian’s, and the way he was looking at you had your insides twisting.

Sebastian swallowed thickly when you looked his way, and for a brief moment he let himself live in the fantasy that you were walking down the stairs to meet him. Time slowed down and memories began popping up all at once in his brain: the first time you met, the both of you trying to hide your laughter at Garreth’s nonsense in potions class, your first kiss in the library, all your sneaky pecks to his cheek, and even the times he’d rest his head on your lap as the two of you laid in the grass under the sun.

“Alright you two, join the line here.” His thoughts were interrupted at Professor’s Weasley’s voice. You took Ominis’ arm and got in the back of the line. Sebastian made himself face forward, awaiting further instruction.

“You look very handsome, Ominis.” He heard you whisper to his best friend.

“Thank you, I’m sure you look wonderful yourself.” You and Ominis cackled.

Walking out in front of everyone and doing the traditional first dance was all a blur. Sebastian hadn’t been able to compose himself after he saw you coming down the stairs.

Once the dance was over, he excused himself from Amelie and went to the washroom. He leaned against the sink, trying to steady his breathing. How could he have ever thought he was over you? You still meant as much to him then as you had when you parted ways in the room of requirement. He was extra thankful Ominis had been your date, if anyone else had been and he had to watch you link arms with them he didn’t think his heart could take it.

Once he returned to the ball, his eyes landed on you and Ominis on the dance floor. You were talking and laughing with him easily, seeming to not have a care in the world.

Do I have even the slightest effect on you anymore? Sebastian wondered as he watched from afar. He thought back to when you put your name in the Goblet of Fire. Your eyes had met his and he silently pleaded with you not to go through with it, people died in this tournament. Though he knew you were capable, having to watch you be put in harm’s way and he wouldn’t be able to help had him petrified. But you dropped it in and turned away, proud to have your name in the running. When your name was chosen from the Goblet, because of course it was, the terror and misery that went through him was paralyzing. Ominis had to help keep him steady the rest of that day.

He had a sick hope he made you hurt at least a little having come with Amelie. But you were the one on the dance floor, happy as can be, not the one trying to keep it together in the washroom like he had just been.

Sebastian went and found Amelie. He apologized and asked her for another dance.

The night went by decently enough for Sebastian. Amelie was beautiful and talkative, so when the two of them weren’t dancing, they were surrounded by a group of people asking her an abundance of questions. He was thankful she took the reins in conversation because he wasn’t in a socializing mood. Every now and then he took glances your way, not once did he catch your eye.

It was nearing the end of the night and Amelie had asked if he wanted to go back to the dance floor. He looked out and saw you and Ominis were back out there already.

“I - I apologize, I promised a friend a dance and it’s slipped my mind ‘til now.”

Amelie nodded with a smile and went back to speaking with a few Durmstrang students who were eager for her attention.

Before he knew it, he was making his way over to you and Ominis. When he reached the two of you on the dance floor, he held out a hand towards you.

Your laughing and dancing ceased.

“May I cut in?” Sebastian asked, gaze on you unflinching.

Your insides began buzzing with nerves. The thought of your first time interacting with Sebastian again through a dance was nearly too much to handle.

“Go ahead.” Ominis said with a smile as he released you, his approval taking you by surprise. “I need a rest anyhow.” Before you could protest, he was gone, leaving you and Sebastian alone.

You tentatively grabbed his hand and he pulled you into a dance. This being your first time speaking and touching after nearly two years, you didn’t think you would be able to look him in the eyes. But that was the only place you could look.

The two of you didn’t speak, it seemed you didn’t need to. Over the course of your dance, the two of you moved in closer, dismissing the official waltz stance you were supposed to be in. Your arms found their way around his shoulders and his around your waist. He leaned his head against yours as you slowly swayed from side to side.

You had fought so hard to distance yourself from him, and all it took was one dance to pull you back in. You never wanted to let go. Because as soon as you let go, he would be gone from your life again. The way he was holding onto you made you believe he had the same worry. You breathed in his scent like you used to do when you were this close. You hummed and pulled him closer, he still used the same cologne you loved.

Sebastian closed his eyes, imagining it was just the two of you in your own little world. He relished every second of this dance with you. Having you back in his arms felt right, like this was where you were always supposed to be.

“Excusez-moi? Sebastian, I’m getting tired. Would you like to walk me back to the dorms?” Amelie hiccupped, seeming to have had some drinks other students snuck in.

His eyes shot open and you tried to pull away quickly, but he grabbed your hand with a strong hold so you wouldn’t get too far. As the two of you looked at Amelie, you shook your hand from his grasp and cleared your throat. “Of course he would! Appreciate you letting me steal him away for a quick dance. Always great to catch up with an old friend. Goodnight, you two.”

Sebastian watched as you escaped to Ominis’ side, your vanishing warmth making him feel empty. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t leave things there and not speak to you for another year and a half. Dancing with you and holding you close would never have been enough to hold him over.

“You’ll have to guide me.” Amelie giggled, linking her arm in his. “This castle is a maze.”

“It can be. Would you excuse me one moment?” He slipped from Amelie’s grasp and ran to your side. He touched your elbow and your attention was back on him.

Your eyes widened at the gall Sebastian had to leave Amelie’s side. You already felt terrible she had to witness the two of you dancing the way you were, but truth be told she was probably too sozzled to notice. “Sebastian, you can’t just -”

“Meet me in the undercroft, I’ll be there shortly.”

“I can’t, I -” You gestured weakly to Ominis who was aware of everything that was happening.

“Please.” The rigor in his voice made it clear he wasn’t asking, then he returned to Amelie’s side.

You looked to Ominis, dumbstruck at Sebastian’s actions. “Ominis, you need to speak with him. Get him back to his senses.”

But Ominis only shook his head, “Meet with him.”

After all this time, you found yourself in the undercroft again. While you waited for Sebastian, you looked around, nostalgia washing over you. You found your way next to a wooden table covered in markings you hadn’t remembered seeing. Sebastian’s, Ominis’, and Anne’s names were all over, along with some carvings of stick figures. One of the carvings was a heart with yours and Sebastian’s initials. You rubbed your hand over your chest in hopes to slow down your rapid pulse. Then you ran your fingers over it.

His heart ached as he watched you. “I did that when you were recovering in the hospital wing. I was a mess.”

You startled slightly at his voice.

“A few weeks after we... well...” He looked down, kicking the dirt at his feet, wanting to change the subject. “We haven’t bumped into each other down here since fifth year, have we? How often do you come these days?” He asked, looking back up to you.

“Oh, I... I haven’t been in here since fifth year.”

“You haven’t?” A large part of him hurt at the thought of you leaving the undercroft behind.

You shook your head, eyes continuing to roam around the room. “No. This place was always yours, Ominis’, and Anne’s. Never mine.”

“I tried to make it yours too.”

You met his dispirited gaze, and you didn’t know how to respond. You turned away and began meandering around. “What is this about, Sebastian?” You hoped he would get on with it, this whole night had been torture. Watching him dance with Amelie and barely leave her side, you were thankful you had Ominis to lean on.

He took a step towards you. “I want to be in your life again.” He blurted.

Your heart picked up its pace again and you froze. It was exactly what you wanted to hear, but as much as you wanted to run and jump into his arms, you kept yourself in place. It wasn’t what was best for him.

“I want us again.” He said, taking another step towards you.

“Sebastian.” You sighed.

“Believe me when I say I’ve changed.” He began desperately. “I have no more temptations with the dark arts. Just ask Ominis! He’ll tell you how far I’ve come. I’m better now.”

You swallowed thickly in your throat. “But I’m not.” You confessed, barely above a whisper. You released a shaky breath and met his stare. “I am so proud to hear you’ve come far. Truly, I am. But I am still no good for you.” You glanced away from him then, unable to say it to his face. “I still use the unforgiveable curses... all the time.” You went tense at the admission, “These poachers Poppy and I come across, they conjure up something so monstrous in me, I -” You stopped yourself, not eager to explain further.

“I can help you.” He was by your side then. “I brought you into the dark arts. I can help get you out. My hatred for Ranrok’s loyalists? I was able to overcome that too.” He took your hand and pressed it to his chest. “You don’t know how far I’d go for this. I’m so in love with you it hurts. I can’t stand to see you and act like I don’t know you anymore.”

You shook your head at the overwhelming nature of it all, an unsteady exhale left your lips. The look on your face told him you were considering his words, and he couldn’t help but hold his breath. “Sebastian, if I pull you back to the dark arts, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You won’t.” He brought the back of your hand to his lips. “I mean it when I say I’ve changed. Have a little confidence in me, will you?”

You bit your lip, and thought through everything that could go wrong if you went back to him. But him telling you he was in love with you had taken away all your resolve. All the warnings you usually chided yourself with were falling flat, not being at all effective like they used to be even just a moment ago. You nodded your head. “Okay.”

“Okay?” His eyes went wide, unable to believe it.

“Okay. And I love you too. So much, Sebastian.”

Sebastian picked you up and swung you in his arms, causing a boisterous laugh to spring out from inside you. He set you down and brought one hand up to cup your cheek, smashing his lips against yours. Being able to be with you like this again had him bursting at the seams with joy.

You kissed him back with just as much fervor. Your hands shot up to his hair and you gripped his locks between your fingers. He backed you up until you hit the wooden table you were looking at earlier. Without taking his lips off of yours he hoisted you up and positioned himself between your legs. He licked at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth partly for him to taste more of you. You let out a whimper, then you felt him press his front against yours. You gasped at the sudden feel of it and he made himself stop kissing you.

“I’m sorry.” He said breathlessly, forehead pressed to yours. “We don’t have to. I just couldn’t help myself. You just -” He buried his face into your neck and sighed, “Every time I see you, I go mad. I’ve missed you all this time and to finally have you here in my arms -”

You began to unbutton his shirt with delicate fingers. He pulled back and looked you into your eyes.

“A - Are you sure?”

You smiled at him and nodded your head, continuing to undo his buttons. He helped you shakily yet eagerly. Then he began to help you undress, covering you in comforting kisses as he did so. It was nerve-racking, undressing in front of each other for the first time. But you weren’t with just anyone in that moment, you were with Sebastian, and he was with you. The two of you were hopeful for the future, but in that moment neither of you cared what happened from then on. The two of you were ready, and you wanted be each other’s first.

You moved to the floor together, laying on your clothes, he covered your body with his. He leaned down to kiss you, his chest pressing against yours, and the feel of his skin was electrifying. You could feel his hardness pressed against you as you continued to hold each other, taking your time exploring one another in a way no one else had.

He shivered as you touched him, sighing your name against your lips. He dragged his fingers from your neck, lightly touching down your body, passed your waist, until he placed his hand between your thighs.

And right then, with the urgent need about to burst from both your cores, you knew there was no other place in the world you'd rather be. This ache you felt for each other left no room for doubt, this couldn’t have happened with anyone else, you were made for one another. You both were on the brink with each other’s touches, clueless how it could possibly feel better than it already had.

“I’m ready.” You whimpered.

Sebastian, eyes clouded with desire, nodded his head. You both adjusted until you fit each other perfectly, starting slow to get the hang of it, and eventually losing yourselves in one another in a tangle of limbs. You covered each other with kisses, licks, and even some bites as the need to melt into each other grew more and more. In those moments together, as your breaths and moans echoed throughout the undercroft, the only temptation presenting itself was each other, and it was pure bliss.

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Gt WAC Day 23

"A story with a nonhuman/ monstrous character"

THIS, this was a challenge to write ahsushus I'm so nervous cause it took me SO long and as per usual I'm still unsure about it.

This story is based on a dream I had a month ago, I was writing it since then so i could post it on day 23 of gtwac. So yep, new character. It's different from what I've wrote so far, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Depending on the reception of this story I will continue it, but fair warning that it'll not be a happy one (IF I continue it).

I'm not sure if I'll rate this chapter in particular as above PG-13, but general warning for overall spooky, unsettling vibes.

Enjoy!

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Edward Becker has not seen his wife in seven years.

People called him crazy for waiting for her return. "She's done for", someone mentioned. "Why don't you find another one?", someone suggested, all falling in deaf ears as every single day, he'd go back from work, sit by the porch, and wait for her until the sun went down. A useless effort, as they said, a delusional hope, or the sign of going mad. But for Edward, it was his strength. The only support for his failed attempts at finding her. His last pillar of sanity that made him get up every morning and wait for her until nightfall. His wife would come back, like she always did. She would come back to his open arms, embrace him gently like she used to, cover him with kisses as he pulled her close. They would giggle and enter their home, enjoy a nice meal they cooked together, talking about their day during dinner, about plans for rebuilding their house, plans for a new job he wanted to get, plans about their future children. When night falls, they would sleep holding each other tight, relishing in their shared warmth.

All he had to do was wait for her by the porch.

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One day, she did comeback.

It was past midnight. So dark and cold outside, most animals have gone to sleep, making the woods around his remote home dead silent. The cows and chickens of his small farm uttered no sound as they slept, and the wind billowed the wheat fields outside, his plain wooden house colored pitch black by the late-night sky. It was a weathered home, well kept indoors but in need of repairs, with ripped, dingy furniture and leaks on the roof. It was protected by a measly three-feet-tall fence that threatened to fall apart, and over the backyard, where the overgrown grass was blown by the wind, laid a simple wooden shed meant for storing farming equipment. Tossing and turning on his bed, Edward sat up with a jolt, sweat dripping on his face as anxiety threatened to eat him whole. He sighed, holding his face in his trembling hands, and letting out a shaky breath. He couldn't fall asleep in those nights, where the memory of Cordelia haunted his mind in his dreams, ones where she wore desperate expressions as she's dragged away from him by detached, withered hands, and no matter how much he ran, he didn't reach her. Nightmares where he found her dead body, pale and laying limp, lifeless eyes staring at him. Nightmares where he found her hurt, bleeding and beaten up, face covered by bruises – in most nights, those visions would plague him.

With a shiver, Edward got up, lighting up the oil lantern. He trudged for the kitchen, on his way to do the same as usual: put some water over the wood burning stove, boil it, try this new tea his friend had brought for him, and drink it aimlessly, hoping in vain for sleep to come back.

He sluggishly put wood pieces inside the firebox, reaching a hand for the lighter on the table. A flicker, two, and the fire was lit. He put the kettle over the stove with a clank, and stared at it blankly, waiting for bubbles to form. The house was pitch black, only the flickering flames of the stove and the lamp’s dim glow illuminated the room.

A loud sizzling of the kettle snapped Edward out of his torpor as the water boiled. He picked the hot handle, feeling its heat burning his skin, lifted it from the fire and — THUMP. A loud thud by the window behind him sent him jumping, fumbling with the kettle in his hands, heartbeat skyrocketing. He banged it on the table. Hot droplets prickled his hand. He turned around with rapid breaths. A blurred shadow dashed away from the window, sending a cold chill down his spine, the wind howling and heavy thuds echoing outside the house’s walls. Rhythmical and constant. Pounding on the ground. Edward sucked in a breath, head ringing against his skull. He stomped towards the cabinet containing his shotgun. There were thieves? In the middle of the night? Were they finally coming to steal a poor and mad man's house? He wouldn't allow it.

He can’t die yet. Not until Cordelia comes back to him.

Loading the gun with precise clicks, Edward aimed it at the window, darting his aim from window to window until he reached the door, the last place he heard the strange sound. With trembling hands over the trigger, his eyes focused on an invisible target. He held his breath, standing still. Not a single sound. Ears trained on any disturbance. THUMP. THUMP. A shadow passed by the window to his right. BANG!

He twisted his body and shot, missing the shadow by an inch.

"W-who's there!?" He shouted in a trepid tone.

No answer. Not even a sound. Maybe the sound of breathing. He couldn't tell. He couldn't tell if it was someone's breathing or his own.

The “sshhhs” and “thuds” echoed around him, heading towards the backyard. Edward adjusted the position of the gun in his arms.

He took a deep breath.

Edward ran to the back door and slammed it open with a kick, pointing the trembling shotgun towards the field. The sky was pitch-black outside, engulfing the horizon with its inky tint, and the stars didn't dare approach the darkness. The faint moonlight was partially obscured by the clouds, its glow too weak to lighten the outdoors. He huffed, feeling the weight of his gun, and headed further into the backyard with measured steps. His shoes crunched the grass below, the dry air amplifying the sound of his stride. Deadly silence filled the field. A puff of smoke left his nostrils as warm exhale met with the frigid air. Tightening the grip around the gun, he aimed it at the decrepit shed. Waiting for movement. Eyes trained forward. The dark blur of a large silhouette shifted behind it.

BANG.

He shot. Once. Twice. The sound of the bullets making his ears ring, metal creating holes in the aged wood. A loud, high-pitched, and definitely human scream cried behind it.

He stopped shooting, heart leaping to his throat. A weight plunked in his insides, making him loose the tight grip on his gun. Behind the shed, he heard it. A gasp. A whimper. A sob. Clearly feminine. Edward lowered the gun, furrowing his brows as the cries made a lump form inside his throat. A trick to let his guard down? A trap? It must be a trick for sure. No way an innocent person would show up in the middle of the night. No, there's no way. Goosebumps trailed down his back as the cries reached his ears. Why was there even someonehere?

The sobbing got louder, echoing in the cold, dark night. He shivered when the shrill voice reverberated in his ears, an uncomfortable knot twisting in his stomach at the thought he could have shot an innocent woman.

"Who... Who's there?" He repeated, cautious this time, as if talking to a cowering animal.

The sobs dwindled little by little. He didn't dare move. The figure was hidden behind the shed, not even the faint moonlight giving a glimpse of its appearance.

Finally, he heard it: that feminine voice. Frail, faint, and so utterly scared.

Its familiarity so potent, something clogged in his throat.

"... Ed..."

That voice. The voice he waited for so many years by the porch. The voice he dreamed of in his sleep. Screaming. Crying for help. Calling for his name.

"... Edward..."

The same voice that recited sweet words of so much care, so much love and adoration to him every day. The voice that followed a gentle embrace, the smell of perfume and a prolonged kiss. The same voice that said "I do" by the altar over 12 years ago, that whispered close to his ear, giggling with joy. The voice that chatted to him relentlessly, which he couldn't get enough of. The voice that laughed, cried, shouted, only to say sweet words of gentle love again. That melodic yet striking voice. Edward didn't notice the tears falling from his face. Didn't notice the gun falling to the ground. Didn't notice his feet moving on his own, towards the shed, towards the faint possibility that she was behind it. He stumbled faster towards it, raising a trembling hand. "C-Cordelia?!" "NO! DON'T COME CLOSER!" The powerful shout made him stop dead on his tracks, ears complaining from its sheer force. He never heard his wife sound so... Desperate. In panic. "... H-honey...?" "Pl-please... D-don't come closer yet." She said, her voice returning to its normal pitch, but shaking with trepidation.

"W-what's wrong...? Did I –"

Then he remembered it. The gun. The shootings. The fact he almost killed his own wife. His heart sank, face turning pale, his voice hoarse.

"Oh God. It's - it's really you, it was you and I almost, I-I a-almost... A-are you hurt? Are you bleeding? I –"

Edward took more shaking steps towards it, the nightmare of his dead wife still clear in his mind.

"NO!" - He stopped again. - "I-I'm fine! I'm not hurt, you d-didn’t hit me."

Edward covered his face with a hand and stopped himself from wanting to vomit.

"Cordelia I'm- ... I-I'm so, so sorry I thought it was a thief, I..."

He lowered his head, and took a shaky breath.

"Am I going crazy? Is – is it r-really you?! I, I waited for s-so long – I thought you were dead —!"

Tears poured desperately from Edward's eyes, his attempts to stop his sobs coming in vain. He hiccupped under his cries, breathing rapidly as reality came crashing down and years of restrained emotion leaked out. The voice sounded just like her. The voice could really be her.

‘Then, if it’s her, why is she hiding?’

"Please, d-dear, if it's really you..." - he whispered, his voice croaky and dry. Tears continued to fall.

"Please let me see you..." The shed grew eerily silent. Cold air made him quiver. A silent second spread throughout the night, the sounds of his sobs echoing through the pitch-black darkness. "I... I can't."

She whispered back in a shaky voice. Unsure. Afraid. Edward raised his head, glancing to the fallen gun on the grass, a realization hitting deep inside his stomach. "Are you scared of me...?" A pause. He heard her sucking in a breath. A long, deep exhale was carried by the wind. Her voice faint and trembling. "N-no... Dear, I... I'm not scared of you." The shed's wood creaked, like something was gripping it and scratching it down. "...I'm scared of myself." Edward's guilty expression changed to confusion. He furrowed his brows. A part of him wanted to giggle. His adorable wife, scared of herself? Why? She always had some impatience and anger she was discontent about, but even so... That made no sense. The way she acted, hiding from him, made no sense. Another part of Edward felt an odd sense of dread. As if something was not right. "Honey, why are you hiding from me? I... I waited for so long... I-I searched everywhere for you, and when I couldn't find anything, I waited. And when I couldn't wait anymore, I prayed. I hoped. I-I never paid attention to what the others said, even if they called me crazy." He took a step towards the shed. She sucked in a breath. Edward didn't notice more tears started to pour from his face. "And it's you, r-right? It's you who's behind here, right? Alive and well? Please dear... Don't let me think I've gone crazy!" He took another step closer. Then another. She whimpered behind the decrepit barn. Edward's vision was blurry from his own tears, but he didn't care anymore. He just needed to see her, even if it wasn't true. Even if he died.

Gosh, he just wanted to see her.

"Honey, DON'T!" The sheer loudness of her rigid voice made him stop dead on his tracks again. He opened his mouth, ready to protest, but Cordelia interrupted him.

"It's n-not... It's not that I'm not alive and well, Edward..." "So why are y-"

"...I-it's that I don't know what I am anymore..." He paused. That uneasy sense of dread sank heavier inside him. "What...? Cordelia, what do you mean-" "If I," – She interrupted, taking a deep breath. – "If I really come out of this shed, Will you promise, promise me that you will not run?" A shiver ran down his spine. Heartbeat rocked harder against his chest. Something's not right. Something's clearly not right. But Edward planted his feet firmly on the ground. It was his wife's voice. He lost her seven years ago. He doesn't know what happened to her in that time. She could be different from how she looked back then, hurt and bruised from whatever abuse they inflicted on her. Rage bubbled up inside him. Whoever did anything to her, he would kill them in cold blood. They would pay for taking her away from him. Being hurt and disfigured by her captors… That was probably what Cordelia meant.

There was no need for him to feel so nervous.

"You know I love you, dear... No matter what. You know I'd never run away from you... So why would you even ask that?"

"Please, Edward." She said louder than he expected. Desperate. Too desperate. "Please promise you won't run." The moonlight cast over the shed, the little gaps between the wooden plates showing a faint shadow behind it. A hulking mass, piled up like a bundle of hay, a head peeking out of the lump as if there was no body attached to it. Edward's eyes widened, heart drumming faster in his chest. Cold sweat scurried down his forehead. 'What is that?' And yet, he couldn't deny the pleading voice of his wife, sounding exactly as she did seven years ago. It couldn't possibly not be her. Something grave must have happened when she was gone, and that's why she was so afraid. Yes, that's most likely it.

So Edward gulped his nervousness down, and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Honey... I promise I won't run away from you... I would never run away from you."

A light, quiet wail whispered in the cold night, slowly dwindling down. A sniff sounded behind the shed. A long inhale and exhale belonging to powerful lungs.

Silence.

"... Alright."

And the heavy sound of something dragging over the earth.

A form encased in shadow peeked from the wooden walls over fourteen feet above him. Edward took a while to notice the large silhouette was a head. His wife's head. It was truly, truly her! Looking just like he remembered and – pale. So sickeningly pale. A dark and somber expression covered her face. Her eyes were baggy and downcast, white lips trembling. But more importantly, he couldn't understand why she has so high up.

"P-please..." - she uttered, almost to herself. - Please don't run..." Gargantuan claws appeared next to her, black, sharp nails curling over the creaking wood. A long, bony hand covered by charcoal scales. His wife pressed her eyes firmly shut. Edward took a step back, his mouth going dry. The sinking feeling in his stomach cut deeper. And then he saw why she was so high up.

The rest of her appeared under the pale moonlight, her form triple of a human size. A gigantic torso loomed over him like a small tree, covering him in her shadow. She wore nothing on her, long, mahogany hair covering her chest.

Then he looked down.

Black and yellow scales jutted out of her skin, covering her lower half, legs attached together in a single, cylindrical body that twitched and writhed as it came closer. The thick tail uncoiled behind the shed, extending further and further to Edward's right, so much so it could envelop around him if it moved. With loud thumps, Cordelia's massive form fell on the ground, hair obscuring her downcast face. Black talons gripped the soil as she pushed herself forward. Rough and coarse scales scraping against the earth as the hulking, round tail crunched the grass and lugged over it like a corpse dragging on the dirt. Rocks broke with a sickening "crunch" under its weight.

Edward's face contorted in shock. He took one, two steps back, eyes widening in horror, shaken to the core as his heart jumped in his throat. Pounding harder against his ribcage.

It was a gargantuan something, half snake, half something that resembled human. Resembled his wife. He mumbled incomprehensibly. Primal fear took over him. A crying, shaky voice resounded from the creature's mouth. A clawed hand the size of his head reaching out to him. "P-please... Edward..." He ran. He screamed bloody murder and dashed back towards his house, hearing it holler back his name. Tears fell from his eyes, desperation taking hold of his body. A deafening sound of thumps and scratches came from behind him, growing closer, coming for him.

"WAIT–!" Tha thing can’t be his wife. Whatever it was it could not be his wife. It shouldn't be his wife. It shouldn't be human. He ran through the house's corridors, left became right and up became down and the crunches behind him grew louder and louder and he had to hide, he had to hide but there was nothing in his room aside from the cold, old bed so he bolted, ran and ducked under it, mumbling shaky prayers, begging to heavens for his life. Begging that he was hallucinating. To not die to someone who looked so much like her.

That couldn't be real. He heaved. It can't be real, can't be real can't be real it can’t – He's gone crazy. Yes, that must be it. He's finally gone mad and that’s why.

But the cracks of the floorboards under the creature's weight sounded far too real for him to doubt. The scratching of the claws over the ground as it dragged its gargantuan body caused a fear too intense for him to doubt. The cracking of the walls as it squeezed itself inside felt too real for him to doubt. Edward clamped his mouth shut with a shaking hand, curling up under the bed and closing his eyes tight. If he remained immovable, if he remained silent, maybe it wouldn't find him. Maybe he wouldn't die. He gulped down a whimper that threatened to escape from his throat. Cordelia's voice resonated from the creature's mouth again. Weak, raspy, and grieving. It was a strategy to lure him out. Yes. That was probably it. It couldn't possibly be something else. Because that huge monster with crude scales couldn't be his wife, with soft skin and flowing hair, with her dress that billowed in the wind when they walked over green fields together. No. That thing could not be her. "Edward... Please, I-I..." She whispered under her heavy sobs. Loud thumps echoed outside the room. "I won't hurt you... Please believe me!"

The sobs that sounded so much like her broke his heart in half. But he remembered to what it belonged to. He would not fall for it. Even if he wanted to scream for help, knowing that no one would come. Even if a part of him wanted nothing more than believe it was all true and run towards its scaly arms. He gulped down his screams of fear, and remained silent. Frozen. Unmoving. He would not fall for it

The scrapes and scratches got louder. Scales hissed over the floorboards that chirred in protest.

"I'm not a monster. I'm not –" A claw unhinged itself from the floor and the creature raised itself up. A loud bump thundered on the ceiling, a shocked gasp echoed in the dry air. Edward clutched his eyes shut. Dust and debris fell on the ground. The monster laid down again, a heavy bang thundering in the silent house. The floorboards groaned as it settled on the ground.

"If you... If you look at me like that again, I-I think I'll go crazy... I can't stand it!"

Loud sobs filled the house. Edward flinched and clutched his eyes shut, breathing heavily, curling further inside himself. He resisted the urge to break down into tears.

The dragging and shuffling got heavier. The floorboards of his bedroom, the ones he was currently laid over, creaked in complaint of the weight being placed upon them. The sound got louder. Closer.

It was entering his room.

He sucked in a quivering gasp. Heart threatening to escape his throat, he shook as if the room was freezing cold, tears cascading down his face at the thought that he really could die now. He would die. He would die. Maybe he should. Maybe she should just end him.

He saw it. The black and yellow scales, shimmering as it moved. The snake body crawling as it reached the door, so massive it got stuck in the door frame. A push or two and it got free, the walls around it cracked, dust fell around him and a crunching sound reverberated in the room. Black claws scraped the ground, wood screeching in the deafening silence. A towering human body, pale torso as tall as him, laid down, auburn locks of hair trailing on the floor. The face obscured by its raised head.

It stopped moving. He looked at its skin with heaving breaths and widened eyes.

They remained still for what felt like an eternity. The only sound was his own heartbeat, his breathing and the creature's. The tail twitched and thumped against the walls with a loud noise. He flinched as his eyes darted back and forth, hearing the friction of scales against wood.

Silence.

She sniffed. And spoke first. "... When the civil war happened, we hid here once. You would wrap your arms around me, and we'd curl up together under the bed, praying that it'd protect us." – she whispered.

"– But even when I cried, even when we thought we would die, I still felt safe with you. Do you remember that, dear…?"

The sorrowful voice spoke of memories that a monster should not have. Edward felt cold. So cold, alone under that bed.

He closed his eyes tightly shut. Maybe, after a while, he wouldn't see her when he opened them. Hugging himself, Edward shuddered as a shiver crawled up his spine. Maybe he could still return to a normal life, where he didn’t hallucinate. Maybe he could still pretend none of this happened.

There was a shifting sound, and he sucked in a trepid breath. A thud, right in front of him. With his lips trembling, and teeth grinding against each other, Edward wondered if his death would be quick. But time stretched as the room fell into stifling silence, the monster's breathing ruffling on his face. It was right in front of him. He knew. He knew that he should just keep his eyes closed, waiting for his death. He knew that. His heart hurt inside his ribcage from pounding so hard, and his stomach sank lower with fear. He should close his eyes more firmly. He should just wait a while longer.

But instead, he opened them.

Her face. Her same crying face, if not for the magnified size and its greyish blue eyes with slitted pupils. A shadow of what once was her. His wife. The one he waited for so long. The one he imagined walking back to him as he sat by that porch every day. It did come back, as a monster, a ghost ready to haunt him, blame him for the pathetic man that he was, for not being able to prevent her from going missing. A reflection of what he lost. Evidence of his cowardice. A sign that he has gone mad.

That's what he wanted to believe.

But the face that resembled his wife so faithfully mirrored his expression of dread and grief. It covered itself in such humanity, with the exhausted eyes dripping with tears. With the mouth, when its pale lips parted as it sucked in a shaky breath, even if it revealed sharp teeth underneath. With its thick, auburn hair as it clung to her sweating face. It looked so distinctly human. So distinctly real. Not at all like a ghost. Not at all like a monster out to hunt him.

In that closeup by the gap under the bed, it just looked like his wife.

Edward’s breathing got less exasperated. His heart rocked less inside his chest. His tears dried as his widened eyes remained frozen on the figure before him. He glared at its mouth, as it opened to speak.

"Edward..." It whispered. So silently, so tender yet certain, just like the time when he had her by his side.

"... I am real."

The tears resurfaced, a mix of fear, hope and despair turned into quiet, then loud sobs, then muffled screams as Edward cried and curled up further under the bed, letting out years of frustration. Years of guilt as it made his chest hurt and his breathing to narrow. He couldn't hear her, who was sobbing on her own, as he drowned in the sorrows that leaked out of his weathered body like a dam that has been broken. Did he have her back? Could he really put a stop to this? He felt guilty. So guilty. Was that his fault? If he found her, would she have turned out like this? No, she wouldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t and that was why the tears wouldn’t stop. If the monster wanted to hurt him, Edward wouldn’t blame it, not even a little.

When he started to calm down, he didn't realize the creature was still there, in front of him, with tears gathered on its enlarged face. He regained his breath, steadily and gradually, refocusing his eyes on the grey blue irises. Her gaze softened, just like when she greeted him home after a tiring day, eyes inviting him for peaceful rest.

He needed that rest. More so than any other day.

"If I... If I move away, will you come out?"

She whispered so quietly Edward struggled to hear it. But it still sounded the same, that sweet, honeyed voice that said “I love you” with so much earnest and ease. But a part of him still doubted. His body still trembled under her alien gaze. Doubts echoed in his mind, and adrenaline pumped in his veins. If this was her, then how? Why? What kind of degenerate devil would do this to her?

But still, he wanted to believe... He did, but... He didn't want to die.

"Dear... If I wanted to hurt you, don't you think I'd already done so?"

There it was, her bolder side, the one that always made her win an argument, that scolded him sometimes but he always loved it when she did. The one that now made him snap out of it, and helped Edward realize that he didn't have any power in this situation from the very beginning. The creature was huge and could see him. Indeed, if it wanted it would have hurt him long ago. Edward repeated this in his head over and over until it was enough to clear his mind.

In a glimpse of calmness, he managed to speak in what was left of his hoarse voice. "Yes... You're right, honey." And she smiled. A relieved, sad smile, one that did not have any hope in it, but that was glad he at least spoke to her like a person. Like his wife. Even if it was only for a little bit.

She got up, the long claws visible for a second in Edward's field of vision. They recoiled towards the snake creature's chest as if it had touched a burning kettle, knowing he had seen its intimidating appendage. It shifted its body away and the scales glistened as it slithered towards the door. After a while, it stopped. The area in front of Edward was free to move now.

His heartbeat rocked louder. What if the moment he leaves it slices him open with those claws... – No. 'Snap out of it. Snap out of it.' he repeated in his head, recalling the events and the fact that if it was a predator after its prey, he was already too difficult to be bothered with. He would be fine, Edward assumed. He had to be.

And if all of that was a lie, then it was better that he died anyway, granting the sweet release of death instead of sinking into his madness.

Because if all that he saw this night was not real, then he really has gone mad.

Edward took a deep breath. One... Two... The snake creature remained still.

Three.

He scrambled away from the bed and sat up in a hurry, heaving like he had run a marathon. Eyes closed. Waiting for the inevitable.

It never came.

So he opened his eyes, coming face to face with the creature's scales stretching in the distance. His heart throbbed.

"I-it's okay, honey... You're doing great." She whispered, voice clogged by her own desire to break down into tears.

Edward took another deep breath. In… And out. No closing his eyes now. And slowly, he raised his head up, searching for the face of his beloved. Even if he was shaking from head to toe.

His eyes trailed up her body. Nervous and slim hands, covered by black scales, interlaced over her lap. The scales of her tail became thinner and thinner as he looked up, their color contrasting against the ivory skin of her human upper body. It was ashen, slim, the torso alone was as tall as he was. He looked to the chest concealed by her hair, mahogany and wavy, just like he remembered, although the strands were much longer and thicker than before. And finally, he reached it. The same sweet, tender face, looking down at him. The trembling lips struggled to show a reassuring smile, forcing her mouth shut in order to cover the fangs underneath it. Those elongated eyes, with thick eyelashes that fluttered, blinking away tears. The same straight nose. Those previously beautiful blue eyes, now a greyer shade and with pupils like a reptile's, yet with that human, longing glance, darting around Edward's face as she analyzed his every expression.

It was her. No doubt about that now.

Edward opened his mouth and closed it, struggling to form words. Thoughts spiraled inside his mind. Feelings of guilt, frustration, anger, indignation. Fear. Sorrow. Pain.

Yet hope. Above all it was hope.

Edward got up, not taking his eyes off hers.

That was no monster. It was, indeed, his wife.

"Oh, Cordelia, what have they done to you?"

His voice whispered, thick with sorrow. He looked up to see pools of tears splashing from Cordelia's face, a clear expression of relief. She sobbed, burying her face in her clawed hands, relieved that her husband called her by her name again. Relieved that he was here. Relieved that he didn't see her as a monster, at least for that moment. A piece of humanity she lost, a piece of her previous life that she missed, a piece of hope that was snatched away from her seven years ago and that she never thought she'd have again. It was returning for her.

He was returning for her.

Cordelia was surprised by a warm touch over her scaled lap. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the rough back of her hand, looking down with a gasp. Her husband was rubbing his hand over it, tiny and shaking, comforting her. An attempt to reach out.

"D-don't. They are hideous..." Tears flowed on her face.

‘Indeed, they were’, Edward thought. He never liked snakes, their scales always making his skin crawl whenever he found one in the farm. The feeling wasn't any different as he trailed his hands over her, goosebumps raised the hairs on his skin and he shuddered with each motion. Edward exhaled shakily. No matter how much he looked at it, even if everything felt unreal at the moment, he couldn’t deny who was in front of him.

"They are still you." He said.

Cordelia widened her eyes and Edward looked up at her with compassion on his face. Love, longing. They both yearned for that. For the same feeling to return to them. For the same life, that was so cruelly snatched away from them, to return as if nothing had gotten between them in the first place. Even if it was a pointless dream.

They fumbled awkwardly at what to do.

Edward wasn't sure how to proceed. His mind conjured images of him holding her tightly, back to her human form, like a dream manifesting. Yet the reality loomed over him and the long tail that filled his bedroom in multiple coils covered his skin with goosebumps, a knot tightening on his throat.

He looked up and confirmed it, Cordelia's unsure face was there. He’s not crazy. All of that was still her.

She looked away under his apprehensive gaze, turning deep red and ashamed of herself. Edward took a deep breath; she didn’t feel well and he needed to fix this. He looked down. Then looked up again.

"Can I hold you?"

The question took Cordelia aback. She backed away from him and widened her eyes. Her tail bumped on the cabinet and he twisted his neck towards the source of the sound, clearly flinching from the movement.

He was still terrified of her. Then, why...?

"You don't need to do this, Edward. You did great already –“

"No. I want to do this. If you're really you, I want to do this."

Cordelia looked down and saw Edward's determined face. Her heart broke silently inside her. Why he was so adamant in dealing with her, Cordelia didn't know. But gosh, if it wasn't for his fear and for her disgusting claws, she'd have held him close a long time ago. She missed it so much. How much she missed his strong embrace.

So she nodded, and he came closer.

Edward couldn't quite contain how much he was shaking. Couldn't contain his jolt when he touched her frigid skin, chills crawling down his spine. But despite this, he pushed on forward, kneeling over her scaled lap, glancing at how they shone even in the partial darkness. With silent fascination, Cordelia let her arms hover around him.

A moment hung between them.

And Edward latched onto her. He rested on her torso and enveloped his arms around her, as much as he could, as they barely reached her back. Cold. She was cold like a corpse. He rested his cheek against her stomach, shivering upon contact. Gosh, it was so cold. He wanted to pull away. He wanted to hold her closer. Cordelia didn't remember the last time she sensed so much warmth. She felt herself getting hot inside even when she thought she was not capable of feeling warm anymore. Edward snuggled closer to her chest, and she sighed, relishing in his contact. Gently, like she was cradling an injured bird, Cordelia enveloped her arms around him, careful not to hold him too tight or not to loom over him, either. Gosh, the way her arms completely engulfed him... She felt monstrous. Edward shrank upon contact and she started to let him go, fearing this was a bad decision, but the feeling of his hug getting tighter made her arms remain still.

They stayed like this for an amount of time, taking in each other’s presence. Edward heard his wife's strong heartbeat against him, which grounded him in his current predicament, but still... Maybe he'd blink and she'd be gone, or maybe something would finally reveal that he'd made all of that up. Cordelia's embrace got a little tighter, not in a way that was hurting him, but she shifted around and her shadow loomed over as she curled around him. Her arms closed the hug in, and his heart skipped a beat.

"I missed you." she croaked.

She leaned over Edward, pulling him closer. He sighed in sweet relief upon hearing her melodic voice, feeling exhaustion weighing down on him as his body relaxed. He sank in her gentle embrace, kissing the surface of the freezing cold skin.

"I missed you too, dear."

...

They were laying on their backs under the early morning light, on the floor of the same bedroom where everything happened. Cordelia's tail stretched way further outside the room, disappearing through the door. Edward rested on top of her, not after much insistence that he wrapped a warm blanket around him. He ran his fingers through her hair, dazed, letting the reality of the situation sink in. He wasn't exactly afraid now, but the memories of the night made his heart twist with a mix of dread and guilt. Edward needed to know. How bad was everything that happened to her? Too much happened, she was gone, and now he had her back. It felt unreal and too real at the same time. And yet, Edward needed answers. Maybe, just for a few minutes, he thought, they could stay like this, and pretend that nothing had happened, but he knew that curiosity would get the best of him. Cordelia looked down at her husband with tenderness, watching as he caressed her hair, as she avoided touching him with her claws. She noticed his pensive expression and frowned.

“Is something wrong?

Edward hesitated, looking for ways to phrase his question. "What happened that made you turn into this?" He asked finally, tone even, yet with seething rage building up inside his chest. "Who did this to you?"

Cordelia sighed, closing her eyes. All the memories surfaced in her head like a messy conjecture of disfigured images and sounds. She took a shuddering breath, and spoke.

"I regained memories of you first before I remembered my own name..."

#this was my attempt at suspense #giant/tiny #g/t #hope y'all like it!#I've got some goosebumps while writing this so I hope y'all get some too lol #coffeh writes #story #writing #sfw g/t #g/t story #g/t writing #oc: cordelia #oc: edward #g/t angst #g/t hurt and comfort #gtwac #wacprompts

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Cowgirls Help One Another

Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

You are yearning for a chance to get to know the farmer’s daughter

Warnings: 18+ please! Smut! Oral and fingering (Wanda receiving), kissing, language, a few yeehaw moments

Note: Thank you to everyone who convinced me to write yeehaw Wanda! She’s a fun one I hadn’t thought to write before. I hope y’all enjoy it!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

From the first day you stepped onto the Maximoff’s family farm, the daughter, Wanda, couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.

She watched as you spoke to her parents with so much respect and they hired you on the spot. They said they needed a hand with the cattle and horses as well as some other tasks around the farm.

And then they introduced you to Wanda. Wanda had a secretive, but intense vibe about her and you were attracted to her from the first meeting.

Wanda seemed tough and sturdy. She appeared unshakable like a firmly rooted tree.

You noticed the way her eyes followed you as you tended to the cattle. And when you needed help lifting bags of feed or saddles for the horses, Wanda was always there to help. You expected her brother Pietro to make more of an appearance and effort to help, but it seemed Wanda helped her parents the most.

Wanda didn’t speak to you much. Mostly just to ask you for help or explain how to do something that you hadn’t done before. You desperately wanted to learn more about the woman.

One night after a long day on the farm, you are moving hay into the barn when you heard crying from one of the horse stalls.

“Wanda?” You ask. She’s the only person you can imagine would be in here this late.

You get no response and decide you better look for the woman. She could be hurt after all.

When you catch sight of her, it’s by the top of her cowgirl hat and you enter the door of the stall. She turns her back to you immediately as her hands wipe the tears from her face.

“Are you alright?” You ask her.

“I’m fine,” she mumbles.

“You don’t sound fine,” you counter. “You can tell me what’s going on, darlin’.”

Wanda scoffs and turns back around thinking that she’d be met with no one caring about her true feelings as always before, but when she sees a soft look on your face she feels like she could just melt.

“I’m just- it’s stupid,” she says. She runs her hands over her face in a show of exhaustion.

“It’s not stupid if it’s got you upset. Did something happen with your parents?” Despite not knowing much about Wanda, you did know that she is close to her family and she loves them deeply.

“Yeah,” she says. “They want me to run the farm.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“I don’t know what I want,” Wanda says. She paces the dirt floor. “I’d like to be given a fucking option though,” she says as she kicks some hay across the ground with her boots.

“I get that,” you tell her.

“You probably have a perfect little life and you get to leave this place anytime you want,” Wanda says.

“You’ve got me all wrong, Wanda,” you start. “I don’t come from a nice family like yours and I certainly don’t have an entire farm waiting for me to take over. I’m doing what I can to get by. I’m working on this farm to pay my bills every month.”

“Oh,” Wanda says. She’s stopped pacing and she takes off her hat. It’s a subtle way she learned as a child to show respect for someone. “I’m really sorry, y/n. I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright,” you say. “Really, this isn’t about me anyways. I’m just sorry you’re feeling so much pressure.”

“Don’t be sorry. You can’t fix it for me,” Wanda says with a sigh. She runs her hand through her hair and you think of an idea of how to help her.

“Maybe I can help.”

You take a few steps closer to her and Wanda feels her breathing become shaky.

“How- um- how would you help?” Wanda asks. The slight accent she has comes out through her excited nerves.

“Stress relief?” You ask her.

Your face is mere inches from hers. Wanda hasn’t been this close to kissing a woman before, but she likes the way her senses are filled all things you.

“What do you say, Wanda?” You ask her.

“Yes, please yes,” Wanda responds.

You crash your lips into hers and her knees buckle. You hold her up with your arms and push her back against the door of the stall. Wanda moans as your tongue enters her mouth and your hands make quick work of undoing her shirt buttons. Your hands graze over her breasts and she shivers at the feeling.

Breaking from her lips briefly, you kiss from her neck down to her breasts as you pull her shirt open. You’re on your knees in front of her quickly and start unbuttoning her pants.

“You’re going to be okay, Wanda. You’ll figure everything out,” you assure her as you pull her jeans down and kiss her thighs softly. Her thin lacy panties don’t leave much to your imagination.

“Fuck I need you, sweetheart,” Wanda says as she moves her hips to try and get your touch where she wants you.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” you say as you lightly touch her over her panties. She moans as her head goes back in pleasure. “So wet for me and I have barely touched you. You’re such a good girl.”

“Fuck,” Wanda mumbles.

“I’ve got you. Let me take control,” you say as you slide her panties off of her.

Wanda gasps as your tongue licks against her for the first time. The feeling was so foreign to her. Sure she had sex before, but it never felt like this.

You take care to go at a pace that you know will have Wanda reaching her pleasure quickly. With the addition of a couple of fingers moving in and out of Wanda’s pussy, she comes with shouts of your name.

“Oh god,” Wanda says as she settles back down. Her heart beats fast as you clean her up before you rise to her height again.

You kiss she slowly and she melts against you.

“Feeling better?” You ask with a knowing grin on your face.

“How’d you do that so well?” Wanda asks a little dumbfounded.

“We’re cowgirls, Wanda,” you tease her with the term. “And cowgirls should know how to help one another, right?”

“Right,” she says. Feeling a little bare, Wanda pulls her pants back up her legs. “Can I return the favor, sweetheart? Maybe inside my house?” Wanda asks, her usual calm exterior is coming back.

“Sure thing, darling,” you say.

Wanda takes your hand and you walk to her house on the other side of the farm.

You finally got a chance with the farmer’s daughter and you aren’t going to waste anytime getting to know her even better.

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff #yeehaw Wanda #is that a tag?#it is now

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ZB1 AS SUBS

0t6, Smut, Minor do not interact, Headcanon // Warning : sub!idol ;dubcon; bottoming; bondage;somnophilia; free use

Ask: hello bae ! i loved your haobin smut TT could you write more sub zb1 ? or haobin?

KIM JIWOONG

Shy boy who always gives off a domineering vibe. Jiwoong has mannerisms to be reckoned with, he's always so thoughtful, kind of…needy for attention.

He always comes to you with eyes like he needs something, never saying it directly.

He wants you to feel it so he'll tell you in the most complicated way possible.

"Do you? If you don't, that's fine…I just thought it would be cool"

Pussy drunk, he feels like he always needs to be blowing you to be really happy.

When you accept you can hear him moaning in pleasure just from that, covering your entire vulva with his tongue while you moan and rub his nose on the clit

Be kind and sit on his face please, kitty jiwoong loves when you do that.

Hands squeezing your ass, eyes watching everything you do.

"Good boy, always does me so good"

Jiwoong loves to be praised, treated like the prince he deserves to be, so he can always remember to give his best in everything.

Even during the fuck, where he's usually on top, jiwoong despite not being very vocal, loves to watch you moan, squirm, tell you when he's good for you

Jiwoong is just a sub who needs his approval.

All the time .

ZHANG HAO

What to say? Baby girl energy certainly

You always need to make sure that zhang hao is feeling well, because he is like a puppy

It can also be bottom, becoming a preference.

He is your prized possession and you should always treat him well so he can do the same for you too.

He loves when you ride, so he can always touch your body freely without too much effort.

Make his playground

When by chance he wants something from you and there's no way you can give it at that moment,

then he'll take it

Throwing a tantrum and crying,

he'll find a way to have you naked in his bed the next minute.

Zhang Hao loves cockwarming, hugging your body while feeling your walls trapping him

You stroking his hair and telling him how much you love him is the perfect kind of condition where he wants to be.

"What can I get out of it?" And you need to be convincing.

He's just stating that whenever you want to use him freely he allows it, but all with one condition, because zhang hao is like that.

If you're into something intense enough, grab his neck and watch zhang hao roll his eyes in immeasurable pleasure.

SUNG HANBIN

can also be bottom

vibe from someone who always flashes the beautiful smile to seduce you and then begs for your mercy right after

He has a very sharp tongue, hanbin always expects to receive some punishment for his spoiling acts

Tie him up, show how much you can be superior to his rebellion and then this man goes crazy

His eyes fill with tears as he sees you on top doing whatever you want to him.

Stimulating him in several possible ways, thus also controlling orgasm

Seeing how shaky and tearful he gets when you don't give him what he wants.

"I beg you…don't do this to me"

But deep down he just wants you to keep going, because it feels so good.

From a few slaps on him, mainly on the face, hanbin has a certain urge for sadism

More than he cares to name

Masturbation as a form of punishment is also something you can be adept at

His moans when such well stimulated so priceless

Very melodious, painful, his bunny face says everything about the most submissive personality he has.

KIM TAERAE

brat

In a way you can barely tell but taerae is always testing your patience to the max

because he wants to be punished for it

He's not the type to enjoy a lot of pain,

but a little humiliation is up to him.

"You're a fucking loser, put yourself in your shoes"

something on that level,

maybe worse if you allow him to be treated that way

When taerae enters the sub boy sphere,

it's because he's feeling really comfortable in your presence

Being treated like a complete loser despite his rude mouth is usually what satisfies

To be subjugated and treated like nothing more than a mere insect

And then you can just tell him to stop rubbing his legs to try and relieve himself,

because that's also a way of stimulating and punish himself.

"Can't you control yourself? I already told you that you'll only touch yourself when I say so"

SEOK MATTHEW

He wants to be treated like a princess,

something very similar to zhang hao and the first time you would notice this sub behavior from him

It would be exactly when you don't give him what he wants right away

Matthew doesn't say too much, he shows it in attitude and when you back off is when he feels entitled to make your life hell.

So he becomes the worst kind of Brat, subtly open to dubcon

Him saying he doesn't want you anymore and inciting that in you is something that excites him, because he often wants to be hunted too

Look how bad you are to the point of leaving poor Matthew wanting something

Once he has what he wants he tends to be more obedient.

But until then, you're going to be a little angry.

Matthew is devout, anything that pleases you will please him too, in a way

precisely for giving an air of an inexperienced boy, the air of innocence that hides

matthew secretly wants to be corrupted by you, in the way you approach and define his cute face as your one and only target of corruption

“you like it, right?” : "y-yes"

being challenged to the point of showing the face of a good boy who just wants some relief from the problem between his legs

and if it shows how fragile it is to the point of not being able to do it alone

SHEN QUANRUI

Ricky is the more subtle type,

the one who loves it when you tell him he's doing well and should keep going.

the kind of sub that wants you on top of his commands somehow

Situations during sex will vary,

he should always start until the reactions are disproportionate and so you give him what he needs from you.

he's not vocal, just like he's not the type to take commands, maybe ricky is steps ahead of you in that regard.

the type that is always ready to welcome you, ricky just wants to be helpful

so make free use of it

independent,but especially while he is sleeping.

for ricky it's a dream to wake up with you sucking or riding him and telling him to be good and let you take good care of him

And who is ricky to complain about so much stewardship,

he didn't see him need to move a finger and he would still be being praised for it

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #jiwoong hard hours #jiwoong smut #zhang hao smut #zhang hao hard hours #sung hanbin smut #sung hanbin hard hours #taerae hard hours #taerae smut #matthew smut #seok matthew smut #seok matthew hard hours #ricky hard hours #ricky smut #sub!idol

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star-girl69 · 2 years

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I really enjoy your stories' vibes and writing style, very good job! Would you mind writing about Aemond caring for a sick reader? Something like food poisoning, stomach bug, shivering, for a gender-neutral reader? It's okay if you won't!

ok i went a little off ask here but still aemond is taking care of a sick reader and there’s some bonus like protective!aemond and just very fluffy i hope you all enjoy!

also i’m sorry this is probably the worst thing i’ve ever written lmao 😭

warning: mentions of food and wine and mentions of being sick, *look to the ask above

You Make It Better

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A Targaryen feast was something renowned in the Seven Kingdoms. Every lord and lady jumped at the chance to be invited to one. The food was always piled higher than they could ever imagine, the music and dancing seemed to never stop.

It was the anniversary of Aegon officially declaring himself King of the Seven Kingdoms. This was to be celebrated on a grand scale.

As a member of the royal family, and Aemond’s partner in marriage, you had been assigned along with your mother and sister to oversee the decorations. It had taken many weeks to get this feast to perfection, and you had smiled all night, proud of your labor finally coming to fruition.

You had even gone to sleep with a smile, ignoring the ache in your stomach. You had probably ate too much.

—-

“My love?” You heard Aemond’s voice from the bed. You couldn’t answer. Sometime in the night, you had woken up in pain. You had moved to the window, opening it. You figured some fresh air would do you good. It did not. You heard Aemond sigh when he found you. “My love, there you are.” He must have noticed your pale complexion, the look on your face, because he got out of bed and walked over to you. He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t feel good.” You had been shaking and shivering all night, and your legs felt too weak to stand.

“Come back to bed. I’ll call the maesters.” You smiled weakly.

“My legs feel shaky. I’m not sure I can.” He smirked that ridiculous smirk of his.

“Well, I’ll help you, of course.” You rolled your eyes and watched as he bent down, putting your arm around his shoulders. One of his circled around your waist, and you made it to the end without much problems. He frowned, again. “You’re shivering,”

“Will you lay with me?”

“Of course, my love, but let me-”

“Lay with me.”

He smirked. “How needy.”

You scoffed and rolled to the other side. He circled around the bed, leaning in front of you, smiling. You realized there was no escape, simply sighing with a smile.

“I’ll be right back. Just let me call the maesters, yeah?” You nodded, reluctantly. He left, and you watched the door for his arrival.

Aemond had this fascinating way of just making everything better. Even if he was just near you, his presence helped wonders no matter what ailed you.

He came back a few minutes later with the maester, and sat next to you on the bed, looking nervous. But Aemond was always so strong, you figured you must be seeing things. The maester greeted you, putting his palm to your hand. He touched your stomach, did more maester-y things you just complied with.

“I believe Y/N has food poisoning, Your Grace.”

“Someone poisoned my beloved?”

“Uh-“

He turned to you, quickly, grabbing your hands. “I will kill whoever has done to to you. I will revenge you.”

You placed a hand on his face. Barely containing your laugh, you spoke. “My love, no one poisoned me.”

“Prince Aemond,” The maester interrupted, and Aemond turned to him. “I only mean that they simply ate something that did not agree with them. No poison, I promise.”

“Oh.”

He was blushing, and you found it adorable.

“L-leave us.” The maester bowed, small smile on his face.

“Thank you!” You called as the door shut behind him.

“That was embarrassing.”

“No, my love, it was sweet. I promise.” He laid next to you, pressing his head to your chest. “Very chivalrous of you.”

“Am I your knight in shining armor?”

“Oh, of course.”

For the rest of the day and the next, Aemond did not let you move a muscle. It was slightly annoying, but you knew it only came from a place of love. Each night, he held you and showered you with love, wrapping furs around you as you shook.

He whispered how strong you were, how much he loved you, how you had dragonfire inside of you and would beat this in no time.

And, with Aemond by your side, you recovered quickly. He did have a way of making everything better.

—-

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen

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ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds · 7 months

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Done with Blood Fest Week 4! Keywords were “enliven” and “raw”, and I used the prompts “mask”, “knife”, and “venom”. Fun fact, Danny Johnson was my first ever slasher crush, but I’ve never actually written for him before. So I figured this was a good chance to go ahead and do that! Dunno if I’ll write him again, but I enjoyed this.

And I hope you guys do too! <3

Epitome of Sweet Misery

AO3 link: Here

Pairing: Danny Johnson/Ghostface x GN Reader

Rating: Mature, NSFW

Word Count: 1,123

Content warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, knifeplay, painplay, marking, crying, grinding, choking, threat of death, toxic relationship, it’s not Stockholm Syndrome but it’s got that kind of vibe, voice kink, only mildly tho, implied blowjobs, written with the intent of Ghostface being Danny Johnson but tbh it’s vague enough that you can imagine whichever Ghostface you want

You knew it was on purpose. You knew he wanted it to hurt.

Yes, the alcohol was to keep the wound sterilized – “Can’t have you dying on me yet,” he’d whispered, saccharine venom dripping from the words. But the fact that it did hurt, that every dab of the alcohol-soaked cloth after every slice sent fire roaring through your veins? It was fully intentional.

He wasn’t stupid. But he did love to make you squirm.

The gloved hand shifted against your back. You braced yourself. With tender, agonizing slowness, the tip of the knife dragged against your skin. Your flesh split open, spilling more blood down your back and sides, and you grit your teeth, twisted your fingers in the sheets and squeezed your eyes shut to keep more tears from falling. Then the alcohol-soaked cloth followed. Needle-sharp pain burned through the cut. You choked on a sob and shuddered through it, riding out the pain until it faded and only a drunken, dream-like high was left.

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he purred. The cheap plastic of his mask brushed against your shoulder. Even with its presence, even with the voice changer, you could still hear the smile in his voice. “You’re doing so good, baby. Only three letters to go.”

He slid his free hand around your waist and pulled you flush against him, your back to the solidness of his front. The fabric of his costume rubbed against your raw, sensitive wounds, and you twitched, biting down a noise of discomfort. But then you were biting down a moan as he rolled his hips and made it impossible to ignore the hardness pressed up against your ass.

A promise for what was to come once you were finished.

It had been his idea – to carve his moniker into your flesh, to mark you as his. The two of you’d been going at this long enough that you might as well make it official, and who needed a ring when he had a knife? Who needed to announce it to the world when it could be your secret? If he’d said it any earlier, before your fear and dread of his visits shifted to eagerness and anticipation, you would’ve screamed at him. Told him no, are you insane? Permanently fucking up your body so you could never truly be free from him? No. No. He could go shove that knife up his ass.

But now? Once the shock had worn off, glee had taken hold. It didn’t matter that you didn’t know his real name, his real face. He wanted you. He wanted you so badly that he wanted to carve his want into your flesh. The idea of that name – Ghostface – permanently etched into your skin, knowing that you’d be explicitly undeniably his, body and soul, forever….

It was worth it. Worth the pain. Worth the agonizing, teeth-gritting, sob-inducing pain.

You drew in a shaky breath.

Only three letters to go.

“Come on.” He traced little circles along your abdomen, just low enough to be tantalizing. “Don’t give up now. You’re so close.” The way he said it, so suggestively, voice dropping at the last word – your insides clenched. “I’m so close.” Another roll of his hips. You moaned softly.

“Okay,” you panted out. “Okay.”

You leaned forward, giving him access to your back. He hummed with satisfaction and stroked your skin. Admiring the canvas of your body. Before putting brush to canvas and painting it red again.

You held your breath, heart hammering its way up your throat as he cut and carved and sanitized. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. One cut. Two cuts. A third. A swipe of the alcohol cloth that made you dig your fingernails into your palms and bury your teeth into your lip. The letter “A” done. A long, curving cut next for the “C”. Another wipe of the alcohol cloth. He was hard against you as a sob threatened to escape. He was enjoying this, your pain, your struggle to contain it. Somewhere deep inside, bitterness festered at the thought. But it was soothed by a sweet caress, by a whispered, “You’re so good for me. Almost there, baby.”

And oh, did you want to be good for him.

You were soaked in sweat and blood at this point. Lungs too small as you tried to get enough air in to combat the pain, to keep from jerking away or squirming at the wrong moment. Almost there almost there almost there. Four more cuts, one more swipe of alcohol, and you were done.

Fuck, fuck, you could do this.

One cut. The vertical stem of the “E”. A whimper forced its way out. A tremor went through your body. You desperately clutched at the sheets. Then a horizontal line coming from the bottom of the stem. Pain burned through every muscle, every vein, every atom.

Then the third line.

You couldn’t help it. A cry burst out of you as you arched in pain. Then a hand clamped around your throat, cutting you off mid-sob. You choked. Struggled for air. Writhed.

“You were doing so well,” he hissed in your ear. Even as he sounded angry, he sounded excited, enlivened, as if your failure was just more fuel for his pleasure. “You were so close. You almost did it perfectly. And you messed it up at the last second.”

You clawed at his fingers around your windpipe. Your head swam, pulse pounding like a jackhammer to the skull. And then he let you go. You doubled over, hacking and desperately sucking air in. Even as you struggled to breathe, heat and arousal flooded your system. At this point, what was the threat of death but an aphrodisiac?

“What am I going to do with you, hmm?” You barely heard his words over the sound of your own coughing. Not till fingers were digging into your cheeks and forcing you to look into the lifeless eyes of the contorted, screaming mask. Tears blurred your vision, even as you thought, He loves me. Surely, he loves me. “Now what?” he whispered.

You could guess. Punishment, of some kind. A teasing, delicious, cruel punishment where he got to cum and you didn’t, where he used you like a mindless fucktoy to satisfy his own pleasure and you weren’t allowed to give yourself any release.

“Get down on the ground.”

You instantly crawled off the bed and dropped to your knees. And as you looked up at him, at that pale visage as he stood before you and started unbuckling his belt, anticipation heated your gut and pooled lower down.

What were you if not a loving victim and a perfect plaything?

#ace writes #sfbf23 #danny johnson #ghostface #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #notsft

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STRANGER THINGS BOYS WITH AN AFFECTIONATE LOVER !

Characters Included : E. Munson, B. Hargrove, S. Harrington

Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Slight Cursing, Mentions of Bullying.

Authors Note: I was feeling so motivated to write some soft stranger boys — ugh, love them. This is rather long btw.

✫ EDDIE MUNSON

He loves hugging you so much, he is basically as affectionate as you.

Oh my goodness, how did he get so freaking lucky !? Eddie was sure most of the town hated his guts and club, especially the ladies in his place.

He never really had any romantic relationships. Not even when he was a little brat .. well — he didn’t count his week old girlfriend to be much of a romantic relationship at all. They never even held hands because the girl didn’t want to be seen with him. Well — no chick from Hawkins wanted to be close to him — especially the older he got. Most likely because of his dnd group, band and himself in general. They said that he was too lame be with — and could ruin their reputation if they were even seen with him.

But then, there you came in. The man thought you were gonna react towards him like every single gal he met when the Teacher put you as his partner for a Project — but he was so wrong. Eddie instantly fell in love with you as soon as you spoke to him with that warm voice of yours, with genuinely kind words. Looking at him with those gentle and understanding eyes.

And so — you both became friends by Eddie instantly going in for it and asking you to be his friend, of course you accepted his friendship despite the knowledge of who Eddie was and what he did. You are so lovely, so kind, so smiley, so outspoken — so, so — beautiful.

Of course, it wasn’t long after that he asked you out. For some reason — and with great luck for him — You said yes to dating him !? Big shocker to him, I know.

When you guys started dating — it was a little awkward since the poor guy didn’t exactly have experience with relationships. But Eddie quickly found out that you were a very affectionate type of lover and weren’t afraid to shower him with love. Phew.

You loved to be close to him, hold his hand, snuggle up to his chest, kiss his everything — chest, shoulders, head, arms. You spewed word of likeness towards him and later your love for him. You enjoyed seeing him stutter and flush up with embarrassment as well as happiness when you praised him, complimented him, and shamelessly loved him.

And what did he think about that ? Of course he loved this so much ! He soon started to shower you with so much affection once he got used to all the touchy smoochy stuff. He was so touch starved — after all, he lived with his uncle and the only physical love he could get from him was quick hugs and pats, not that he is complaining of course.

Overall, Eddie Munson enjoyed giving out the same vibe as you. The same amount of affection to you. And he will flip off anyone who so much as calls you clingy and shit because there’s no problem with you giving him so much love like this. They are just jealous.

✫ BILLY HARGROVE

He is so not used to this.

In all his life, billy never really knew what affection was like. Well, once upon a time in his life he did … until his mother left him in the hands of his father, then all he knew was pain and anger. After that, any type of affection he knew and got was — well, nothing actually. He just got violence and sexual intercourse with no strings attached.

So when you came with all the happy dabby bullshit of affection — he avoided you. Glared at you, scoffed at you, even insulted you a few times — and maybe it was because he was jealous with how easy going you were, or at how easy it was for you to smile genuinely and even show affection towards your friends like it was easy — but he didn’t like you at all at first.

Not until you came up at him and confronted him after a jab he gave at you towards your friends — though your voice was kind of shaky and eyes trembled at the action of confronting him. He clicked his tongue at you and ignored you after that. He doesn’t know why he was so … jealous of you — jealous of your friends. He really doesn’t. And that pissed him off so badly.

But then, the truth became exposed to him. He liked you. Like — actually romantically likes you. And at first he avoided you despite having some classes together. Observed you from afar to watch your smiles and laughters — though, it got his jealousy going up. He didn’t really do much but push you away, afraid of his own feelings for you. But that didn’t last long. Especially with how determined you were despite not being the confrontational type. Instead, you befriended him — somehow, someway. And being friends with him was never bad. You got closer to him, gave him space when he needed it, never took advantage of his vulnerability and comforted him when he started letting you to.

You being his emotional, loving support was basically you signing to be with him forever. Billy was fucked up in the head if he ever thought he’d let go of you. He didn’t. And it took quite a bit for you guys to even get together. In fact, it took a whole semester and summer for Billy to ask you to go out with him. He just wanted to be sure you were really in it for him and he wanted assure you that he was slowly changing for you — he never told you that though.

And now, you guys are together. And sure, Billy was still quite rough around the edges. Always backing you up, helping you, protecting you from everything and everyone in this cruel world and shitty town. You helped him get rid of his abuser, or his father — not in that evilish kind of way, though you won’t say you’ve never thought of doing it with how long he’d abused Billy.

The thing that still had Billy shifting on his feet was how affectionate you were. How loving and appreciative of his you are. Billy has never been in this type of relationship before — never been in one really since it was all just booty calls and shit. But with you — it’s serious. And you showed it to him. You loved him. You caressed his face with your hands and whispered to him your devotion and love. It was all so uncomfortable for him at first but he slowly got used to it — not really but still.

Honestly, Billy thought you wanted to fuck the first time you hugged him, cuddled him — kissed him so tenderly that it hurt his heart from how much it was pounding. But you showed him that you didn’t. You started to show him intimate love that didn’t have sex in it. You — you cried honestly — you cried a little when he pressed his face against your neck so quietly, melting in your arms as his body language showed that he felt safe. To see him feel like this after a while of getting to know each other, knowing of his past, knowing what he went through — you were just happy that he was happy.

He wasn’t used to affection. But with you, he was sure to get used to it. And love it. Because it’s you who was giving it to him.

✫ STEVE HARRINGTON

[this one came out a little bad ngl, sorry ‘bout that]

He is so sure his heart is gonna jump out.

Seriously, this guy had always been known to be a player, the ‘prince’ of school, the dude with amazing hair. But as time went by — that was taken from him in some way and shape. From getting his popularity stolen to his girl leaving him ? At least he still had his good hair and was still charming. Though, in all honesty, he’s gotta say that having those things taken from him was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him — despite the whole ‘ other-world -trying-to-kill-our-world ‘ thing going one.

He grew closer to a bunch of little brats that tease him and call him ‘ the mom ‘ of the weird little group. He was able to keep everyone safe and in check while simultaneously keeping the world safe. And the best thing of all — he met you. You. He remembers the first time he met you. You were as beautiful as you are today when he first met you in that store. When he turned around to greet you as he would with any upcoming customer and instead choking up on his words when he saw your smile. He just — it was honestly love at first sight.

You were, and still are, amazing. So kind with your words and considerations. You just — he can’t really explain everything with words, he doesn’t even have the words to describe you. You are seriously just that amazing and he is just as whipped.

Y’all’s first meeting was okay — he had stumbled on his words as he tried to speak to you and try to ask you out while Robin stayed in the back … laughing at his cringy misery. I honestly believe that Steve would be the only one who doesn’t friend you first — he’d automatically ask you out on a date — although in a clumsy way. Sooner — rather than later — you both hit it off. You hit it off so well that it didn’t take that long for you to warm up and show him pure affection. From the words that left your lips to the hugs that held him like the world would end that day.

Everything about you had always, and still does, take Steve’s breath away.

#eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #headcanons

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winterwump · 10 months

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Hii ? Could you do some gun x reader x goo nsfw pls ? I love them sm 💞💞

💦Good Things Cum in 3’s💦

Summary: For this fic, you my dear reader, are a luxury escort. Like you are expansive so of course these two pay for a night with you. Oh, and your sex worker name is Kitty in this!

Note: Heads up, this is a long one. 1,600 words long to be exact. I’m aware of this lol. I just have a lot to say when writing these two.

Au: I hope you guys enjoy thissss🤍🤍🤍

*Ting!!!*

A familiar chime came from your phone. For a Friday night, it was rather slow for you so you decided to stay home and lounge, it's not like anyone would request you now. Initially, you paid no mind to the chime of your phone because you were too busy watching some brain-melting variety show, but after a good two minutes of ignoring the chime, a call came through. It was from a private number which indicated that this was a client.

“Fuck!!”, you gasped half-annoyed-half-surprised. Time to put on your *business* voice: “Hello~ you’ve reached Kitty, how can I help you?~”

“Now you pick up?” - the voice on the line sighed - “Whatever, are your services available tonight?”

You chose to ignore that hint of attitude - “Of course my sources are available!! How many people am I servicing?” - You said the last part through lightly-gritted teeth. The noise in the background sounded like at least 5 people.

“Just two. Is $20,000 okay for the whole night?” - His tone, though inquisitive, still had an air of confidence to it.

Your breath hitched slightly at the sheer weight of that number because even though you get paid quite a lot doing this job, you’ve never seen anything over $1,000 in one night. Oh yea, this man had money for sure. Realizing that you hadn’t given him a response yet, you begin to fumble over yourself to get a response to such a good offer. After running through your apartment looking for something to write info down on you finally managed an answer:

“$20,000?!?! Tha-that's more than good, Sir. Just give me the details and I’ll be ov-” - As soon as you clicked your pen to begin writing, the man cut you off.

“No need for that. I’ll send someone to pick you up from your place. I don’t want you on the subway at night.”

In your time as an escort, you’ve never been above driving to see clients or taking the metro, so long as the money was good. But sending a driver? Oh, that was classy. Now that you’ve picked your jaw off the floor, you finally spoke again:

“What a gentleman!! Let me give you my info, and I’ll be ready soon. We can discuss payment in person.”

“Sounds good to me” - The man on the line affirmed, he sounded amused already.

After the quick exchange of info on your part, and the exchange of names, you hung up and began primping yourself for the night ahead of you. The look you chose had a simple yet sultry kind of vibe in both makeup and clothing. This kind of look was your go-to for very good reason, it attracts many high-paying customers clearly. In an act of serendipity, the second you were done getting ready, the ride sent for you had arrived. And yea, this was the real deal alright.

He’d sent a black Rolls Royce Phantom with tinted windows, it was perfect for sneaking around in the dead of night. The stoned-faced driver helped you in and the ride had commenced. The drive itself wasn't long but God did it feel like it. What with your nerves and all. $20,000?! That was all your mind kept repeating. That was an absurd amount of money to drop on a single escort for a single night!! Your mind couldn’t help but want into unsavory places: ‘What exactly would they make you do? Are they gonna…hurt you?’

Before your mind could fully expound on that horrid line of thought, the driver had opened your door and motioned politely for you to get out. Still frazzled, you took the driver’s held-out hand and got to your feet. The flawless steel building before you made you gulp in shaky anticipation. After thanking the driver appropriately, you made your way to your destination

And getting up there really didn’t take as much time as you thought it was. The pre-work jitters always hit you, but this time was different. With a sigh and your money-making smile plastered on your face, you began to ring the doorbell. The man on the phone said his name was Gun, but this clearly wasn’t him. The man that greeted you at the door was a blonde in one of those hard-on-the-eyes golden Versace robes, he grinned:

"Well hello there. Are you Kitty?" - Despite being obviously tipsy, his voice was smooth.

So you were at the right place. - "That’s me!! You’re not Gun, are you?"- Being the performer you are, you matched his tone.

With a hearty laugh, the blonde let you in and tailed behind you as you made your way to the foyer. "Nope!!, Gun's right there." - He pointed at the lounging on the sectional couch - "I'm Goo."

Looking back and forth between the two men, you knew you were in for a trip tonight.

The three of you wasted little time no in getting the party started after a few drinks. With your head already spinning from the liquor, you found yourself laid out on the soft expanse of the bed with Gun's head between your already shaking legs, and Goo at your side lining your bare neck in hickies and kisses. You went back and forth between whining softly, and moaning wildly as waves of pleasure washed over you when Gun pressed his tongue into the tight heat of your pussy.

Seeming to want attention on him, Goo got what he wanted when he whispered in your ear: "You should put that pretty mouth to use and suck me off, Babe."

His voice sent a shiver down your spine and after giving Goo a demure nod, you were presented with a mouth-wateringly erect cock. You hungrily eyed the length in front of you and felt your well-tended-to pussy throbbed. Goo rest a hand on your head and guided your lips to his blushed tip, and watched as you began to work your mouth around his length. The initial heat of your tongue drew out a breathy moan from the blonde, he gripped your hair and it made your pussy throb even more.

Feeling just how wanton your pussy was, Gun gave your clit one last languid lick before pulling away to tend to his own erection. You had no time to protest the loss of his tongue, because he replaced it with the even more pleasurable sensation of his cock rubbing along your rosy folds. The way you moaned around Goo's cock in response to Gun's teasing was downright sinful, and it wasn’t lost on either of them that you were getting close to cumming already. This was clearly their plan, and you were all for it.

"Go ahead and cum, Baby, we’re just getting started" - Goo cooed affectionately, giving you a little 'boop' on the nose before shoving his cock further down your throat.

From looking up at Goo, you let your mind wander to Gun as he massaged the tip of his cock at your leaking entrance. You couldn’t help but wonder how he would sound while deep in pleasure, he'd been quiet so far and you just needed to know what he was like unravelled. Right as your jaw was beginning to slack from taking Goo's impressive length, you felt your inner walls be invaded in the best way possible by Gun's cock. The intrusion was a welcome one, as he let out a guttural moan upon feeling your tightness.

The way you kept moaning served well in turning Goo on even more. The blond was sure that he was going to cum soon if this kept up, so he grabbed your hair and began to use your throat. You were drooling at this point, but it seemed like Goo loved the wet noises that accompanied your throat being fucked.

"Come on baby, I you can take it!" - Goo encouraged amidst your gagging.

Seeming to be on the wavelength as the blonde, Gun took on a brutal pace- holding your hips till while pounding your obscenely wet pussy. Between your throat being thoroughly fucked by Goo and the punishing thrusts from Gun, you were starting to get overstimulated. But it was welcomed in this case because you were cumming in quick succession without the two men giving you so much as a break in between your dramatic orgasms. The first orgasm of the night, aside from your own, was from Gun when he had broken his rough tempo to pull out of your now gaping entrance and painted both your back and ass with his cum. His moans were heavenly, and it seemed like Goo agreed because you heard a moan leave his mouth in reaction. Did they ever?...

You heard them laugh amongst each other when they switched positions, your body was somehow loose and noodley but your pussy remained tight for them. And through your lust-filled haze, you found yourself laughing at the contrast too. From riding Goo till you squirted on his stomach to Gun covering you in hickies during missionary, you were still needy for more. You had no concept of how much time has passed, everything that wasn’t the two men had melted into obscurity. It was safe to say that you were thoroughly fucked-out for the night.

This was the best $20k you've ever made.

Damn, 1,600 words!! Sheesh, I hope ya'll enjoyed this cuz I sure did.

The place I had in mind for Gun and Goo's penthouse was JiPyung's house from the Kdrama "Start-Up". Cuz I just know that those idiots live together😏

BYE!!!

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