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damn okay I only got two fics done today,,, I have two more butttttt I'll write them tmrw cause I'm tired :')

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May I request “218. I think I might be falling in love with you.” With Cassie Howard x reader please?

absolutely!!!!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 218.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, pda, cussing, kinda angsty?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. kinda really bad but shh we dont talk abt that

cassie howard x gn!reader

you and cassie didnt really talk to each other

you had run into her a couple times at school, bumped into her at a couple parties

but other than that, you never really talked to her

except for when you were younger

you and cassie were best friends, inseparable.

and you were in love with her

every second of every day, you were in love with cassie howard.

every hour, ever day, every week, and every month of every year.

until tenth grade.

cassie started hanging out with different people, started standing you up when she was supposed to come to your house after school

slowly but surely, she was leaving you.

you were never together in the first place, but you never thought she would leave you

but she did

you barely talked anymore, but you always made eye contact in the hallways

a feeling deep inside of you made you think she still cared for you, still wanted to be your friend

but she wasnt, so you wouldn't give her the time of day.

you started hanging out with a bad crowd, doing drugs and getting into trouble

cassie hated it but she thought she couldn't stop you, so she never tried.

one day, you sat next to her at a party and she started talking to you, trying to catch up with you

you had a feeling she was trying to make up for leaving you

you didnt care.

soon, she started talking about nate, how much she loved him, how much he loved her

only, you knew he didnt. you knew what real love felt like, and that wasnt real love that nate felt.

you hoped she wasn't actually in love with him

you wanted her to love 𝘺𝘰𝘶, not nate

it wasnt fair.

it wasnt fucking fair.

you didn't ever want to admit it, but you still loved the girl

and part of you wanted to tell her that.

but you never did.

instead, you got blackout drunk with her at every party over the course of four months, and that was enough.

but one night, at a pre-graduation party, when you both were very, very drunk, you and cassie had sex.

she didnt remember it.

or at least that's what you told yourself.. and what she told you..

the morning after, you woke up next to her in your underwear, and you somehow still remembered what happened.

so when she woke up, you asked her if anything happened the night before, as a way to see if she remembered it

she said she didnt think anything happened

you were upset, but didnt say anything. the more you thought about it, the more thankful you were that she forgot.

a couple days later, you finally graduated

but.. you didnt show up to graduation, you were getting high with your friends instead

cassie was worried, to say the least. really, really worried.

you see, over the four months before you two hooked up, you and cassie got close again, whether you liked it or not

you were hesitant, but cassie made you feel better about it, telling you that she wanted to go back to you every day that she wasnt around you

but she finally realized something, and she needed to tell you.

cassie tried looking for you after graduation. eventually, she ran into one of your friends at a liquor store. she asked where you were, they told her. when she saw you, she ran to you as fast as she could, because somewhere between looking for you at graduation and seeing you on the side of the road, high as a kite, she realized something. she felt differently about you. something was different. she knew you loved her, you told her at the end of ninth grade. she never told you, but that's the reason she left you. she couldn't be around you knowing she was hurting you by not loving you back. she hoped that leaving you would make you lose feelings, but she quickly realized it never did.

she ran up to you, embracing you in a tight hug. she never wanted to let you go, but you pushed her away. "fuck off, cassandra." shit, you were really mad, huh? you never called her cassandra, never in the 13 years you knew her. you met in pre-school, and you never once called her cassandra, not even when you were screaming at her about how much of a bitch she was. she sighed and backed away. "I know you're still in love with me, y/n."

it felt like your heart stopped beating, like the earth stopped moving all at once, like there was no more air left. she knew. your life was practically over. you looked at her with wide eyes, waiting for her to speak again. "and.. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 too."

SCREAMING CRYING KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING I AM SO EXCITED I AHVENT EVEN READ THIS YET BUT IM SO AHAHHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHH

i could be a better boyfriend than him (tatum riley x fem!reader)

CONTENT: fem!reader (referred to as “girl”, also in a skirt), heavy sexual references, infidelity on everyone’s part, toxic relationships, love triangle with a bit of a twist, what if the other women just… cut the guy out, s5ream references, history between everyone

WORD COUNT: 1k

If Stu’s bullshit gave you anything, it was something to bond over with Tatum. With Stu out of action for the night, the tension between you is undeniable.  

A/N: part 1!!

Your vision went dark in an instant. ‘Ah, what the fuck?’ ‘Guess who?’ Fingers pressed over your eyes in ascending order from pinky to index. ‘Hm, let me think. Your hands aren’t weirdly clammy, so that takes Randy out of the running.’ ‘Hey, I heard that!’ His voice rang out from across the spacious living room. You and the mysterious figure laughed.

‘They’re not so rough they’re taking away a layer of skin, so I’m guessing you’re not Stu.’ ‘Nuh-uh. Third strike and you’re out, sweetheart.’ ‘I’ve got an inkling of who you might be.’ You pressed your back against her chest. ‘Tatum.’ 

She removed her hands as you tilted your head back to confirm your guess. ‘Good girl.’ She kissed your forehead before you spun around. ‘How are you?’ You asked. ‘I’ve been better.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘We need to talk. Stuart.’ She whispered his name, though anyone who’d spent over a minute in your circle was well aware that he was the source of all your troubles.

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okay i was gonna do a toxic poly ghostface blurb but she's turned into a whole ass fic... but anyway with the whole billy n stu being awful ppl n still being involved with sid n tatum i've realised writing this that the stu/reader/tatum triangle is literally like stu = nate, reader = cassie, tatum = maddy with murder involved 😭 my manipulative misogynist kings 😍 (jk... not really at all 😭). also im so glad you liked that concept bc it is my fav version of those boys in the world but i was so scared everyone else would just see it and go hm... mental illness

oh my god you're so right..

honestly if anyone has a problem with that concept they can bring it up w me cause it's my favorite thing in the world. I am not ashamed !!!!!

No Deed Goes Unpunished

Dew x Reader Rating- 18+ (NSFW)

Summary- There is only so much the fire ghoul can take before he snaps. Especially when it comes to you.

Afab reader - they/them pronouns

A/N- Thank you Anon for requesting/sending me this prompt. I started this fic with Mountain in mind but then I received the request and thought “huh? What if we just switch it up a little". I wrote this while listening to “I’m Blue” and “Running Up That Hill” remixes on repeat. I believe that informs you of my mental state at the time. 

The bass of the music vibrates the walls of the club as multicolored lights bounce off every reflective surface, including your dress. With each rotation of your hips, the fabric shimmers and shines. The warmth of the crowd has your skin glistening with a light layer of sweat. How long have you been on the dance floor with Swiss? Had it been 30 minutes? An hour or two? But right now you honestly don’t care. 

You know Dew’s eyes are on you, watching your body sway to the beat, but you opt to continue ignoring his glances. 

This was his punishment for denying you earlier. You had gone to him with the intention of having a little ‘fun’ in one of the practice rooms, but, unlike his usually fiery self, he told you he needed to get in some more practice before the upcoming tour. Was it a little cruel to be ignoring him? Maybe, but with alcohol and your bratitude he should expect nothing less of yourself. 

You decide to take your teasing a little farther by grabbing Swiss’ hand and pulling him closer, grinding your body against his. The feeling of Swiss’ body rocking against yours feels so natural and the two of you easily fall into a rhythm together. You allow yourself to glance at the fire ghoul, checking to see if your teasing was having the desired effect. And it is. Dew is glaring at the two of you, his fist clutching his drink so hard you fear the glass might just break under the pressure. 

“You really wanna make him jealous?” Swiss whispers in your ear as he runs a hand up your thigh. You just smile before grinding your body against him harder. He places his hands on your waist and the two of you continue moving to the music. 

A few more songs pass before you begin to feel tired, the sedentary effects of the alcohol and the exhaustion from the day, catching up with you. You pull Swiss off the dancefloor to the booth where some of the others are sitting. 

“Having fun?” Sunshine asks as you take a seat next to her. As you get settled, she hands you a cool glass of water. 

“Yes, I need to thank whoever had the idea to come here,” you smile back as you take a sip from your glass. 

“Oh then you’ll have to drag Cumulus off the dancefloor to do that,” Aether laughs, motioning towards the dancefloor. You look over to see Cumulus, Cirrus and Rain together. 

“How about you, are you having fun?” Aether asks as he lightly smacks Dew’s chest. The fire ghoul is unusually quiet this evening. You turn back to the table to find the fire ghoul staring daggers at Swiss, who is currently ordering another round of drinks at the bar. 

“Oh I’m having a blast,” Dew grunts out. Before Aether has a chance to question Dew’s tone, Swiss arrives with the drinks. You all thank him as he passes out the shots. After downing yours, you feel a familiar burn settle in your stomach. And speaking of burns, you shoot the fire ghoul another glance to find a slight snarl has formed on his face. 

“Where’s Mountain?” You ask looking around,” I don’t see him.” 

“He’s probably in the bathroom smoking,” Aether grins as he sets his empty shot glass back down on the table. A few moments later you see one large Earth ghoul emerge from the back of the club. 

“What’d I miss?” Mountain asks as he slides into the booth beside Dew. Even from across the table you can smell that Aether’s guess was correct. 

“Not much,” Sunshine replies. Mountain nods before he grabs one of the shots and downs it. 

“You having fun without me, Mountain?” You giggle. The Earth ghoul looks up at you as a wide grin appears on his face. 

“You know that if you ever want me to drag you into the bathroom for some fun, all you have to do is ask,” Mountain winks as he says the words. His words draw out a quiet growl from Dew.

A yawn escapes you, prompting Swiss to pull you closer so that you can lay your head on his shoulder. 

“Getting sleepy there?” Aether asks. 

“I think we all are getting a little tired,” Cumulus utters as she reaches the booth followed closely by Rain and Cirrus. Cirrus wraps her arms around the shorter ghoulette before placing a kiss to her temple causing Cumulus to giggle in response. 

“Yeah and some of us have some plans for later,” Cirrus purrs as her hand snakes down to paw at Cumulus’ rear. Cumulus playfully smacks her hand away before telling her off. 

“It is getting pretty late. Better start heading back,” Aether announces as he stretches his arms, motioning for Dew to scoot out of the booth. Once everyone manages to leave the booth the group heads outside. Sunshine is the designated driver for this evening and you watch as she pulls out a bunch of keys from her purse. 

The lot of you pile into the van, with you opting to sit by Swiss in the very back. Dew gets stuck in the row in front of you, just close enough to be able to hear you and Swiss giggling together. A low growl escapes him and it is picked up on by Cumulus. 

“You doing already honey?” Cumulus asks the fire ghoul, noticing he is being unusually quiet.

“Uh yeh, just tired,” Dew responds, knowing full well that sleep is the furthest thing from his mind. The ride back to the Abbey isn't long, but Rain’s drunken karaoke sure makes it feel like it. By the time the van pulls up, all of you are more than ready to get out. Cirrus nearly knocks Aether over in an attempt to escape first. 

“Good night,” Cumulus calls out as Cirrus pulls her away from the group. 

“Have fun you two,” you respond before making your way to the dens with the others. The group gets smaller as everyone begins branching off to make their way to their own rooms and soon it is only Dew, Swiss and yourself who remain. 

“See you in the morning,” you exclaim as you reach your own door. 

“Good night,” Swiss says. 

“Night,” Dew states as he continues walking down the hall, not even sparing you a glance. 

Once he is sure that your door is closed, Swiss begins his own teasing of the fire ghoul. 

“If you don’t satisfy tonight, tell them they know where to find me,” Swiss jokes as he goes to his room. Dew’s lip curls up into a snarl at the words. He knows that you can do what you want (or who you want), you are your own person after all, and maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but those words cause the fire ghoul to storm off in search of you. 

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You step out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel, feeling very relaxed. After wrapping a robe around your body, you make your way to your room, humming one of the club’s songs to yourself. Once you reach the room, you light some candles and begin to unwind. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” a voice rumbles.

The words cause you to jump, having not realized someone else was in the room. Your heart rate quickens when you realize just whose body the voice belongs to. Dew. While you do not turn to look at your visitor, you can imagine the pair of glowing eyes and a set of sparkling fangs gleaming out from the shadows. 

The fire ghoul slowly emerges from the corner, you can hear his footsteps as he draws nearer. Everything about him makes you want more. From the way he moves to his voice, you know you have to have more of him. 

“Are you going to tell me what I did wrong? Or am I just going to have to guess?” You tease as you continue going about your task. Arousal pools in your stomach when you hear the Earth ghoul chuckle a little, seeing right through your innocent act.

“I’d have thought you would have figured that out by now. Don’t you remember what a bad girl you were earlier?” Dew purrs as he stops just behind you. His warm breath ghosts across the back of your neck as stands there, waiting for you to make the next move. With this you turn around to face the ghoul and immediately recognize that he is not in the mood for your games. But no one ever said you make smart choices, so you decide to push him a little further. 

“Must have slipped my mind. Well good luck with that,” you say, gesturing to the bulge in his trousers,” I’m going to go find Swiss.”  

That’s it! That’s the final straw that it takes to break the fire ghoul. 

“You get back here,” Dew growls as he grabs one of your shoulders so that he can push you up against the wall. A gasp escapes you as the feeling of the cold stone hits your heated skin, at this point you no longer want to tease him. You could make this stop at any time but that is the farthest thing from your mind. You want this, you want him. 

“You think you can just tease me all day and not have to deal with the consequences?” Dew whispers as he leans down and nips at your ear. You are so desperate for him to be inside of you. Dew kicks your legs open so that one of  his thighs can slot in between your legs. The hand not pressing you up against the wall curls around your throat. He doesn’t want to choke you, he just wants to let you know who's in charge. 

“Please Dewy,” you whine as you attempt to grind your core down against his slender thigh. The fire ghoul just chuckles at your failure and subsequent groans of frustration. 

“Can’t seem to handle it when you’re the one being teased?” Dew mocks as he grinds his hard length against you before letting out an exaggerated moan. The hand curls a little tighter around your throat, causing you to whimper. A pang of arousal shoots through your body like a bolt of lightning. 

“Please Dew,” you repeat once more,” I’ll do anything you want me to. Just please, please touch me.” 

“Begging already? Pathetic,” the ghoul sneers, but you know better. Dew thrives off of this kind of control. To your relief the fire ghoul continues with his statement. 

“Hmmm, but since you do it so well, I will, but you have to do something for me first, okay?” Dew smirks as he watches you nod quickly in response. 

“Anything,” you respond. 

All of a sudden, Dew runs a claw down the side of your dress, ripping the fabric off of your body. A shiver runs down your spine and you are not sure whether it is due to the cool air of the ghoul dens or the dominance of Dew’s display. A smile appears on Dew’s face as he looks over your nude form. 

“Such a dirty little thing, walking around with no underwear on. You should be ashamed,” Dew purrs. To your relief, he takes some pity on you and positions his thigh so that you can grind your core against it.Your slick leaks out onto his clothed thigh as your cheeks flush. Your breath quickens when you realize your door is unlocked, someone could just walk in on the two of you like this. 

“Dew,” you whine,” someone could see us.” 

“Good. Then they can see that you’re my little slut,” Dew teases,” but you’d like that wouldn’t you? I have half a mind to drag Swiss in here and make him watch.”

You can help the whine that slips past your lips. The fire ghoul lets go of your throat when he feels another gush of slick escape you, pleased that his words are having the desired effects.  Dew proceeds to strid over to your bed. He sits down and spreads his legs a little. 

“Alright, come here,” the ghoul instructs as he pats his lap. You shuffle over to him and lay yourself out for him. An approving hum escapes him as he rakes his eyes over your body. 

“Okay,” you whisper as another shiver of arousal runs down your spine. You feel his hand lightly caress your bare cheek as he leans down so that his warm breath ghosts over the shell of your ear. 

“You know what to say to make this stop. Say it and I will stop immediately,” the ghoul whispers before his hand lands on you with a smack, the force of it jolting your body forward a little. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes in the room as you let out a whimper. The force was much greater than you were expecting but it felt oh so good. Dew gives you no time to calm down before landing another blow to the other cheek. With each spank you let out little pants and cries at the sting. You can feel yourself dripping onto his thigh as the punishment continues, knowing your rear must be red by now.  

“See what bad girls get?” Dew mocks as he watches your ass jiggle with each hit. By this point, tears are streaming down your cheeks as your hands remain fisted in the sheets.

“FUCK! Dew!,” you scream when he lands a particularly hard hit on the tender skin of where your thigh meets your ass, his nails dig into your skin, drawing blood. Dew roughly grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up at him. The strange angle is uncomfortable and makes your neck ache. 

“Had enough yet?” Dew asks with a wicked smile plastered on his face. In defiance you stick out your tongue at him. The smile fades from his lips and you can feel his skin heat up in response. If you want to keep playing this little game, the fire ghoul is more than willing to play with you. 

“Fine, you little brat!” Dew spits as he roughly throws you off of him. You watch as the ghoul stands up and quickly undoes his belt and trousers, lowering them just enough to remove his aching cock from its fabric confines. 

“No biting,” Dew growls as he threads his fingers through your hair, roughly gripping the back of your skull. He then proceeds to use his other hand to position his member near your lips. His cock bumps against your closed mouth a couple of times before he tightens his grip on your hair. 

“Open UP!” the fire ghoul roars and this time you obey. 

Without much warning, Dew shoves himself into your mouth and sets a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust. You gag when his cock hits the back of your mouth. Dew just smirks and continues ramming himself down your throat. With every movement, your knees scrape against the stone floor and you know you will have to figure out some way to explain the bruises there tomorrow. Out of instinct your hands come up to grab onto his hips in an attempt to gain some control. Surprisingly Dew allows this. 

Spit leaks out from around your mouth as his hips brush against your nose. The noises that Dew lets out above you makes your core grow wetter. You attempt to swirl your tongue around him but his pace is making that difficult so you just settle on letting him use your mouth as his own personal fuck toy. Your nails dig into his hips leaving a trail of red marks in their wake.

Every time you gag around him, the fire ghoul lets out another breathy moan. Dew’s rhythm  starts to falter as he nears his peak. After snaking a second hand into your hair, Dew uses the increased leverage to his advantage. Dew snarls as he pushes your head down so that your nose is pressed against his pelvis. 

The fire ghoul cums with a roar. White hot ropes of spend coat the back of your throat as he tugs at your hair. When he pulls you off of him, you can feel just how messy your face is. The tears rolling down your cheeks have managed to mix with the cum and saliva mixture running down your chin. The ghoul continues to hold your hair in his fist, using it to crane your neck back so that you are up looking at him, your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath.

Dew lets out a breathy chuckle as he slowly lowers himself to a kneeling position to get on your level. With his thumb, he wipes away a drop of saliva attached to your chin, smirking as he does so. His other hand roams down to dip between your thighs. Try as you might, you just can’t help the groan that escapes your lips as two of his fingers dip into your dripping core. Something akin to excitement flickers in Dew’s eyes when he realizes just how needy you are for him. 

“Look at you,” the fire ghoul mocks as he roughly grabs your chin,” so needy.” 

With this Dew pulls you closer to him so that his lips crash into yours. You let out a small whimper as your body fully submits to him. A pleased grumble escapes the ghoul as his tongue explores your mouth. Dew’s deft fingers speed up as you feel yourself drawing nearer to your peak. 

“You think Swiss could make you feel like this?” Dew growls as he pulls away from the kiss. The only response you can manage is a small whimper. 

“ANSWER ME!” Dew demands as he continues his fingers continue at their brutal pace. 

“No! Only you!” you cry as the fire ghoul slips in a third finger. 

The response seems to sate the ghoul, who soon begins attacking your neck with small nips. With his mouth no longer muffling you, your cries echo throughout the room. 

“That’s right. Only I can make you feel like this,” Dew hisses in your ear as his fingers speed up. You can feel something building inside you as your nails dig into your own thighs. The arm wrapped around your chest pulls you in tighter against the fire ghoul’s chest. 

“Oh fuck,” you pant as you feel Dew’s thumb swipe over your sensitive clit. A growl rumbles from the ghoul’s chest as he watches you begin to fall apart. If your mind wasn’t clouded with lust you would have thought it was strange that Dew was bringing you to an orgasm so soon, after all, this was meant to be a punishment. 

You scream out as you cum on his fingers. Dew can feel his cock stir once more with interest as he feels your tight heat clench around his digits. Pleasure floods your body as your legs begin to trimble. You can feel beads of sweat running down your temples as you buck into the fire ghoul’s hand as he continues to work you through the pleasure. 

As the haze of your orgasm starts to clear, you realize that Dew has yet to pull his fingers away and you can feel oversensitivity beginning to creep in. 

“Dew?” you question as you look into his fiery eyes. The ghoul just smirks back at you and speeds up his fingers. 

“Dew!” you cry out as you feel yet another orgasm building within you, riding the thin line between pleasure and pain. The coil in your core begins to tighten. Soon you are once again cummng all over his fingers with his name falling from your lips. When your body can’t take it any longer and you collapse, falling from your knees to the floor. The fire ghoul takes some pity on you and briefly removes his fingers from your core. Dew helps to shift you so that you can lean up against the bed before his fingers make their way back to your core. 

“No,” you whine as the ghoul’s fingers begin to speed up once more. 

“Come on baby, you know what I want,” Dew purrs. 

“I..I can’t,” you whine, already feeling oversensitive from your previous two orgasms. Dew moves to tightly grasp your chin before turning your face sideways to look in his eyes. 

“You fucking can and you will! 

Dew moves his fingers even faster and you can’t help but cry out at the sensation. Out of instinct, your body makes a pathetic attempt to wriggle out of the fire ghoul’s grasp, but to no avail. Dew manages to eke one more orgasm out of you. You scream as your body shakes with the intensity of your orgasm. It seems as though you might have blacked out, because when you regain your senses you find yourself cradled in the warm arms of the fire ghoul. 

“You did so well for me,” Dew coos as he strokes a hand through your hair. You let out a little hum as you let yourself relax into the feeling of his body against yours. As you shift in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, you feel his erection brush against your thigh. Your eyes flicker over to him and a smile forms on his face. However, before you have the chance to speak there is a knock at your door. 

“Hey, so I think I left my wallet in your bag —--” Swiss starts as he opens the door, stopping once he sees the scene. The multi ghoul’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of your sweaty, naked body sprawled out over Dew’s lap. There isn’t much that will leave Swiss speechless, but this is one of those rare times where he truly cannot think of anything to say. Swiss remains frozen in place until Dew speaks up. 

“Well don’t just stand there. Either come in or leave, don’t just stand there,” Dew instructs. Swiss hesitates for a few seconds as he decides what he should do, but before he knows it, he finds himself stepping into the room. He closes the door behind him as his eyes remain locked onto your. Your eyes flicker from Swiss back to Dew as a puzzled expression appears on your face. 

“Now, let’s see if Swiss can make you feel like I do.” 

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oh okay wow my followers doubled since the last time I looked at them I was not expecting that,,, TYSM 😻😻😻

Hey there! If your request are still open, can I ask something about König being married to a very caring and lovely civilian wife and having a one year's old little girl?

I love this big boy very much and I think he deserves having a family like this!

Thank you!

Ordinary Things Like Love

Lips against his, drowning in the trench of your spilling glory, swallowing your sounds and basking under the unfurling burn of desire.

König has fitted himself to you, curling over the bent of your back just as the black of the night weaves itself to the moon. Every night changing, every night willing.

or: König is a husband and a father.

an: i like this big boy with mommy issues, also their kid isn't one-year-old but everything else should follow the request!

i. König finds love in the shape of your hands, oozing with care and ready to cradle he who has done nothing but harm. Arms spread, prepared to catch him as he crashes back into the stratosphere of home with the trailblaze of war still shadowing his silhouette.

He finds love in your hands, the lined mosaic that time has made of your flesh. Fingers laced, your thumb brushing over the junction of his index and thumb as the warm light of morning washes its golden kiss across your skin.

Lips against his, drowning in the trench of your spilling glory, swallowing your sounds and basking under the unfurling burn of desire.

He has fitted himself to you, curling over the bent of your back just as the black of the night weaves itself to the moon. Every night changing, every night willing.

"G'morning, love," your voice cracks with a yawn, light against the expanse of your back. Your spine arches, dips like a flowing river in the garden of Eden.

Your eyes swim calmly, safe, content, and best of all, happy.

A hand reaches towards his chest, pressing it against where his heart hammers to the beat of yours. When you near him, he presses a kiss to your nose and revels in the laugh that it earns him.

Whispering, he mouths against the fragility of peace in your bedroom. "Sit up, sunflower. I have your breakfast."

—

ii. König finds traces of godhood in the mundane fancies that grace the four walls of home. In the coffee as he waits for it to cool, in the tender ache of his thighs from a night of loving, in the gentle roll of the creek— in the magic love has done to this wretched house.

These are the walls that birthed him, where his parents screamed till their throats bled hurt.

These are the floorboards that raised him, scarred brittle child bones, the very same that crumbled his boyhood and made it a story for the news.

The front page headline burnt in the back of his eyelids read: 29-year-old woman taken into custody for charges of abuse against 8-year-old son.

Now, mortality is not so much a sin as it is a fact of normalcy. He does not have to plead to every atom that composes the holy breath of god to help him when the door creaks open and his mother's footsteps sound from the entrance.

"Vati!" A voice calls, all young and warm. König looks over to see his daughter's mudded feet by the doorway, hair tousled, grin wide and spirit alive.

He feels a little guilty for the envy that aches in his chest but, most of all, he is relieved that he and his daughter do not have matching wounds.

The ones he bears are enough.

If he'd been crucified with his mother's rage to spare his own child the burden then it'd all been well and worth it.

(He'd do it all over again. A thousand times.)

"Look what I found, Vati! Look! Look!" She holds up a green cat eye marble, a speck of sun running across the jade sphere.

He covers a chuckle, pools of blue creasing as he rises from his seat with a quiet grunt. "I'll be right there, petal."

She frowns up at him, strands of hair the same shade as yours covering a portion of her soft face, a crease in her brow that König has half the thought to smooth a finger over. "Where's Mutter?"

"Mama is sleeping, darling."

"But Mama is always awake to cook me breakfast!" There's a pout in her voice, as if a fundamental part of life has been pulled from her feet without warning.

"Not when I'm home, petal." His answering smile makes the argument dwindle down, as if he's just instilled another law of physics as true as the sun rising with angel wings across the horizon.

"But I wanna show her what I found.." she mumbles as he lifts her up to sit on the wide planes of his shoulders.

"We'll show her later, darling," he says, thinking of your bare skin hidden under soft bed sheets. "Now, tell papa what you've been busying yourself with all morning."

—

iii. König finds peace at the sight of you peeling clementines, bathed in the warm slanted light of afternoon gold as it floods the house through the windows.

"Welcome back, you two." Your voice leads him like spring, pulling him in through the vines you've rooted in his heart.

Through the cracks of his ribs, flowers bloom. Rosemary, lavender, bluebells, sunflowers.

Your kisses ruin him, mortal hands coming to cup his cheeks, running your palms across his stubble to hold the curve of his jaw.

And then finally, finally, you kiss him. Molding your lips to rest against his, the taste of citrus on your tongue and the smell of clementine on your breath. His soul blooms, and König is half-convinced he had never truly lived before you.

That he had unknowingly been starving before you fed him with the ripe harvest of spring.

"Blegh!" Your daughter breaks the moment, hands slapped across her eyes and the two of you part brimming with laughter.

König thinks, holding his daughter and his wife, that this must be what love feels like.

Ordinary things that you long will never end.

—

iv. An unsent letter hidden under a drawer reads:

Hello, mother

You have not raised me with love.

But know that I have made something of your violence, of the boy you left at grandmother's doorstep.

You will not be invited to my wedding. But know that it'll be beautiful. It'll be beautiful because it is her who I will be waiting at the altar for.

It'll be beautiful because she is nothing like you.

Truly, your son.

honestly considering writing this.... maybe ending in a bit of shmutt.... yeah... definitely writing this later.

Fic idea maybe for anyone?

Stealing billys ghostface costume to mess with Him watching him angrily looking for it not knowing you hid it.