Monsters in the Dark #11
—dark themes, religious discussion, anti religious sentiment (Billy), mentions of an attempt on reader’s life (her father), blood, canon typical violence, fem!reader—
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You were staring at a painting of Jesus being crucified, with a stormy backdrop. The blood drew your attention, as it was painted so starkly.
You heard Billy approach you in the gallery. It was something a colleague had invited Billy to, and he’d taken you with.
“Do you believe?” Billy asked, holding a champagne flute.
“I think I’ve just wanted a reason for all the pain and suffering.” You whispered, toying the necklace Billy had bought you.
“What if that reason is He just wants to be glorified? Is that better? Don’t you think it’s arrogant?” Billy asked, agitated.
You turned to him, “When I was seven, my dad tried to strangle me. My mom shot him, and as she was wiping the blood from face, he stood up. She told me to run. I hid in the woods for hours, until a police officer found me. Both my parents were dead.” You explained.
Billy ached at the image of a small girl hiding in the woods, alone.
“I wanted to believe God protected me in those woods, because maybe I just wanted to be unconditionally loved, like they say in the Scriptures that God is love.” You let out a shaky breath, turning back to the painting.
But Billy, feeling irrationally jealous towards God, that you’d pray to God, that you’d cast all your cares on Him, when you had Billy; grabbed you and turned you to face him, saying;
“What loving God watches a girl get strangled by her father? And hide in the woods alone and afraid? I love you. Is that not enough?” He sounded pained.
You looked at him wide-eyed. “Yes, Billy. You’re the only god I need now. You’re what I’ve been searching for, for so long.” You confessed, honestly.
The jealousy in Billy’s heart faded, replaced with a burning adoration.
You leaned up on your tippy toes, and kissed him.
His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.
With you, Billy was not a mother’s unwanted son, but god himself.
He nipped at your bottom lip, and you sighed dreamily.
With Billy, you were not a sinner, but a saint.
We spent the night trying not to die. One of the best nights of my life, if I’m honest.
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A Drabble set in the Monsters of the Dark universe.
Fluff+angst, alcohol consumption, dacryphilia, kissing, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack
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It was Billy’s birthday, and your heart ached.
No one had told you, and now you had nothing to give Billy.
You were a little angry with Curtis that he hadn’t told you. He’d looked apologetic when you brought it up.
He’d scratched his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it.” He said. “But don’t worry about it. All Billy wants is you.”
But it didn’t make you feel better.
Your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, sitting in the bar next to Billy in the booth, trying to smile and look happy.
But as always, Billy saw through you. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Your eyes welled up instantly, and you hated how emotional you were, how he could draw the emotions out of you just like that; “Got nothin’ to give to Billy.” You said, lips trembling.
Billy threw his arm over, across the booth, beer in his hand. “How ‘bout a kiss?” He purred, smirking at you.
You were silent as you looked up at him, cheeks wet with tears.
God, you were pretty when you cried.
You grabbed his hand, kissing his fingertips, making Billy’s heart race.
He loved your affection more than he was willing to admit, or show.
You leaned up, holding his hand in your lap, and kissed his mouth softly, teasing his lips with your tongue.
He opened to you, tasting the Zinfandel on you, and squeezed your hand in your lap.
Your tongue teased him, making him groan.
You pulled back, breathless. “Happy birthday, Billy.” You whispered sweetly.
Billy’s heart burned for you.
It was the best gift he could have asked for.
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Monsters in the Dark Masterlist.
It’s a strange juxtaposition between the cold blooded killer, and the sweet girl who sought refuge in him.
And all of my devotion turns violent - boyish by Japanese Breakfast
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And I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice - talk by Hozier
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Evil is a point of view...God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately...for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. - Lestat, Interview with the Vampire
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I struggled with some demons, they were middle class and tame. I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim. - Leonard Cohen, You Want It Darker
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Killing must feel good to God too, He does it all the time. And are we not created in His image? -Hannibal.
Billy comes home to you after killing a man.
Billy wins you a stuffy.
Waiting
Fear of the Dark
Promise
Lavender
Restart
How I’m Imagining You
Billy has a nightmare.
Sunshine
Billy has a night out.
Whiskey and the Devil
Tutus
Shared
Soft
Bloody
Someone threatens you. Billy sets them straight.
You crave Billy’s love.
A beating heart of stone.
You look at Billy like he’s God.
Billy contemplates his effect on your soul.
The Dreadful Need in the Devotee
You wait for Billy to come home.
Birthday
Stronger Without
Into the Darkness
Billy realizes the truth of his feelings.
You see a painting of Christ crucified. It sparks a discussion with Billy.
You ask Billy about his first kill.
Billy craves your love.
Someone gets into the penthouse.
Play
Billy and Frank spar.
Remember Me
Curtis warns Billy.
Bullseye
You defend Billy.
You discuss anecdotes with Billy.
Blue Moon
Billy has another nightmare.
Mulled Wine & Ham.
Billy’s mother dies.
Billy cleans his Ka-bar. You discuss.
You and Billy are caught in the rain.
Billy ends of biker harassing you.
Providence.
Billy comes home from a trip.
Extras;
Playlist.
Moodboard.
36. | because we are living in a material world, and I am a material kitty. | my cat, probably. Masterlist I
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