Inbox count: 151 asks (I only write when I'm inspired, if I haven't written it yet don't take it personally)
I aim to write my Reader inserts neutral in terms of appearance and ethnicity so everyone can insert themselves into my work and experience it as themselves. That's why most of what I write is Gender neutral. I do mark everything as following anyway:
⭐️ Gender neutral Reader
🌸 Female Reader
🌿 Male Reader
🍋 Smut
I write requests for
Anton Chigurh (No country for cold men)
Brahms Heelshire (The boy)
Billy Loomis & Stu Macher (Scream)
Bo, Vincent & Lester Sinclair (House of Wax)
Dennis (Split)
Dr. Heinrich Volmer (A Cure for Wellness)
Ed Warren (Conjuring)
The Grabber (Black Phone)
Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham (NBC Hannibal)
Herbert West (Re-Animator 1985)
Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)
Karl Heisenberg & Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil: Village)
Martin (Vivarium)
Pyramid Head (Silent Hill)
Non-Horror Characters
Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid & The Silencer (Criminal Minds)
Castiel, Gabriel, Sam, Lucifer, Crowley & Death (Supernatural)
Daryl Dixon & Milton Mamet (The walking dead)
Edward Nashton (The Batman)
Cardinal Mario Assente (The young pope)
Shaun Murphy (The good Doctor)
Connor (Detroit become Human)
Multifandom Preferences
⭐️ How they cuddle you (Brahms, Anton, Billy&Stu, Hannibal)
⭐️ Finding out that you self harm (Anton, Brahms, Dennis, Billy&Stu)
⭐️ Being petite and very short compared to them (Anton, Brahms, Dennis, Hannibal) (PART TWO)
Supernatural Preference: Winchester!Reader being Transmasc
Content/Warnings: FTM!Reader, do not fucking engage with this is you’re Transphobic, Recently discovered/joined sibling trope
Dean
When they found out they had another sibling he was surprised and cautious, and learning that you’re trans didn’t exactly relieve him off that feeling to be honest. He knows he sucks at expressing himself, and in his mind that was part of the reason why Sam got estranged from them in the first place. So he doesn’t wanna screw this up. At first you may think that he doesn’t deal well with you being Trans- the actuality is that it’s more about having another young brother now all of a sudden and he doesn’t wanna fuck things up. Either by saying the wrong thing to you or endangering you in any way. He knows that besides being related to them you‘re already prone to be targeted for being Trans.
He‘d want you to wear some of his old clothes, but since they’re likely too big on you until you’ve bulked up a bit he consoles you by announcing that you‘ll shop for some flannels together once you reach the next town. „It’s basically the uniform of a hunter- since this reality is not cool enough to let us wing it in ghostbusters attire.“ He joked.
The traits that others may see as feminine often kinda feel like stuff he‘ll associate with you being quite a bit younger. You have a high voice? So did Sammy before his growth spurt kicked in, which was humiliating as fuck for Dean back then cause what do you mean his Cornflakes eating baby brother is TALLER than him??
He‘s guaranteed to say some insensitive stuff or slip up in his language, but Dean is more preoccupied with doing something right instead of never saying anything wrong. So he‘ll do what he can to support you in your identity- not through talking but with whatever it is he can provide.
Sam
If you don’t pass yet he would avoid using all pronouns to the point of full on suspicion while talking about you to Bobby or others. He doesn’t know if he‘s supposed to explain it to anyone, being vaguely aware through college experiences that just because someone is comfortable telling one person doesnt mean theyre all out and proud to the world. Ensuring your safety is something he‘ll be very intentional about.
Sam isn‘t used to being someone‘s big brother, but it feels nice being in Dean‘s shoes for a change. Depending on how far you are in your transition he‘d have his moments when he gets to show you something. Recommending you a brand of shaving cream or stuff like that, lending you his deodorant. Small stuff like those, echoing a bit the quietly exchanged experiences he had with Dean back when he was still learning a ton of stuff.
Sam is definitely #TeamResearch so instead of asking you a bunch of stuff he doesn’t know about the Trans experience he‘ll look up a bunch of stuff online. If anyone knows what it’s like to feel and be treated like a Freak it’s Mr. I-drink-demon-blood over here. That’s why he will be careful about any language he‘s using around you and be quite alert about how others talk with and about you.
I had to write this thing because of this TikTok only
Connor was assigned to help Hank not so long ago, and despite knowing both his surroundings and his tasks pretty well he still found it difficult to correctly navigate the social situation that arose from having a lot of human colleagues. Neutrality was the best case scenario, but so far he has mostly been met with hostility or distrust, especially considering the uprise in Deviant crime. It was unfortunate how much their attitude towards him actually impacted the success rate of his tasks. Sometimes they would withhold information or help needed to progress, knowing fully well that there were some specific steps that could only be authorized by humans and could not undergo Android decision making- especially in the field of policework were it touched upon the still largely non-android issue of legal matters.
There was another part of the precinct that was mostly staffed by humans; Psychology. They navigated hostage situations, calls related to suicidality and other mental health emergencies, some of which were related to people loosing their jobs to androids these days. Connor was the only Android who worked in this area before due to the specific nature of the Deviants psyche that could hardly be contained by humans.
He first met you during one of the most difficult hostage cases he has yet witnessed- a woman and the android her and her spouse owned were on the run after she had instructed said android to murder her now dead husband. She had apparently become emotionally reliant on the android, implying how she‘d rather be married to him in times were her spouse got violent with her. This led to the slow derailment from instructions, and lastly the rules that androids must obey to. Now, if it had only been the Deviant who was dangerous in this situation Connor would have been the only one on site to negotiate- but in this case the woman was a major risk as well. She was armed as well and also majorly responsible for how the Deviant would act. So one negotiator wasn‘t enough, and that‘s how he met you.
You were propped against the back of a police van, outside the diner the suspects were in. You were shorter than him, your cheeks and nose were slightly red from the cold and you had a badge with the word ‚NEGOTIATOR‘ stuck to the bullet proof vest you were wearing. He approached you and introduced himself.
When you looked up your eyes flickered to the distinctive circle on his temple as most did when they first saw him- with androids looking and sounding more realistic people have started to automatically gaze at that part of the face to know wether they‘re talking with another human or not. Yet your expression didn‘t change into disdain after, as did most, you just introduced yourself to him as well. You asked him how he was planning on approaching the situation,
„The Deviants reactiveness seems to be determined by Mrs. Leeds emotional state. His focus is now her and not our primary objectives, so I imagine that she needs to be stabilized first.“ You hummed in agreement, „It‘s important to validate her as a victim of abuse and recognize that he protected her, but that now that he killed Mr Leeds he himself is putting her in danger of further harm. If the only thing he cares about now is protecting her, we need to shift the narrative and make him understand that there‘s an end to what he can do for her.“
Connor added to this, figuring that it was okay for him to do so since also bounced off of what he said before. „If Mrs. Leeds humanized him for a long period of time, he will likely destabilize more if we explain his behavior in system instability and errors.“ You nodded, „That‘s a good point. Let‘s keep that in mind.“ His expression must have barely shifted when you said this, usually it took a lot of exposure to Connor until someone considered his professional opinion.
You insisted on going in there as well, even though the precinct preferred to send an Android who could simply be put together again over you. But in this case it was essential to do this together, because there were both components at play: Humanity and Androids. It mirrored.. them, in a way, with you being partners in another sense here as well. Because when Mrs Leeds pulled a gun on Connor, with him likely being a bigger threat than his human colleague, you reached out to put a hand on his arm. For a millisecond, his perfect focus shifted. He could approximate your body temperature to the bit.
It was for a second, but it was enough for them to notice that he was attentive towards your touch. „Your husband may have been a waste of life, but not Dean, right? And neither is Connor here. They both deserve to live." All eyes were on you now.
"Dean has fulfilled his mission, even to an extend that is not becoming of his rules." Connor noticed that you said unbecoming instead of forbidden or prohibited. You avoided technical, definite language that would associate him too much with machinery. In some way, it was resemblant of old earth novels with romantic intent. You continued, "But your Husband is gone now. And if Dean were to go further, they would put him down Miss Leeds." Miss, instead of Mrs, he noticed.
Connor picked up on your tone and continued, "We want both of you to be able to stay alive. Neither should endanger the other, you are meant to protect each other, aren't you?"
Mrs Leeds expression softened, her eyes blinking away tears that clouded her vision too much to aim. She lowered the gun, her cries mumbling the 'Yes' she repeated over and over again. The android held her in his arms and dropped his weapon. So did she, when she wrapped her arms around him as well.
Connor wanted to go and get them, but you squeezed his arm slightly to signal him no. They needed another moment. When they eventually came out with you both, you audibly sighed in relief. He hadn't realized how stressed you have really been in there- you managed to not let it show until now.
"We did well" you concluded.
Ever since then, he found that his recognition system picked you up point 0.8 seconds faster than other coworkers. Data cursed through his mind like a stream, information falling into all the right places like carefully placed strokes from a brush.
Hank even noticed that something was different, even though he didn't particularly pay attention to every bit of Connors behavior. He caught his gaze when Connor recognized you across the room- it wasn't the quiet seamless analytics that were going on behind those eyes non stop. It had something slightly more deliberate to it than Hank would have thought, but the android quickly resumed as if this millisecond hadn't occured. It almost made him doubt that he saw it in the first place, but when you walked past and greeted Connor specifically, the older man saw what seemed to be an effort to match your body language when he greeted you back.
Connor tried to go and sit in the break room like everyone else later on, but he didn't really know what to do besides sitting there and observing policemen making themselves coffee and chatting with each other. The way they successfully initiated conversation seemed to evade him still, because he was met with confused silence and one liners at his attempts to replicate what he saw.
At some point the break room cleared out, should he leave the room and try to conduct another try tomorrow? That was when he saw you hurry inside, gaze adverting the rest of the break room seemingly on purpose as you went up to the coffee machine. Connor perked up, "Hello, Y/n" he made himself known in hopes of initiating a conversation. You threw him a glance and blinked away tears that had formed in your eyes, making an actual effort to send him a smile regardless before quickly turning back to face the coffee maker. "Ah Connor, I didn't see you there. Are you having your break?"
He was able to calculate what he wanted to say in miliseconds- yet he paused. You were crying. The Smalltalk didn't correlate with the negative emotions you must be feeling to lead to such outcome. He stood from his chair and tilted his head the slightest bit.
"Are you.. unwell?" He inquired.
There was no point in lying and saying you were ok. Another coworker might have taken the hint and leave you be, but if you said something that went against Connors perception you know he would ask further questions to point out the contradiction.
"I.. no not really. I am on the verge of a panic attack. And I am trying to prevent myself from going over it because it'll be.. really embarrassing at work"
Connor searched his internal system and previously knowledge on the subject carefully, it actually took him a moment to respond, a rare occurrence in state of the art Androids such as himself.
"We could talk" He suggested, "I can offer some distraction. If you feel like you can leave the room we can search for an empty conference room. Otherwise we can sit here with you facing away from the door."
Those were actually good suggestions. You turned around slightly to look at him, which was hard to do so with tears clouding your vision, but he met your eyes with what seemed to be an attempt at Empathy. His eyes were widened the slightest bit, and he stood attentively waiting for you to tell him how you wished to proceed now. You knew he technically couldn't.. feel that, sympathy, but he clearmy tried to replicate this warmth for you. To make you feel comfortable.
"I wanna sit here" you said now, and took your coffee toward the table he was previously sitting on. He took a seat opposite you in return.
Connor let you settle in before he spoke. „Coffee is only going to contribute to dour unease. May I suggest we swap drinks, I haven’t touched mine. It‘s lemonade.“ He gestured at the glass in front of him he had placed there as a sort of prop. You nodded and complied, taking a sip to distract yourself. A tear ran down your face.
„I have unsuccessfully attempted to talk to my coworkers today.“ He stated. „I guess they must prefer Apple over Android.“
You paused, eyes widened just the slightest bit while you processed what he said. You let out a laugh in disbelief- „Did you just make a joke?“ He said yes, and you laughed some more. „Good one, even though it‘s a bit self deprecating.“ He tilted his head to the side in question, but you understood without him having to ask. „Hearing someone you like say something sad or bad about themselves even as a joke makes people feel defensive.“ You said and sniffled, wiping away another tear while you explained. Your expression seemed a little bit more at ease than before, though.
„You like me?“
You froze a bit, your eyes became shifty. A small blush graced your cheeks, further adding to the redness in your face due to crying. „Yeah, I do.“ You admitted and smiled a little. „You are very direct and you’re very genuine.“
Connor was silent for a bit. It took him a bit to realize that he was trying to say that he reciprocated your sympathy. „You treat me like a person. I noticed it.“ He said it matter of factly, but you could see the intent behind it. „I am not very welcome here. To most of the precinct I am a threat or an appliance that get‘s in their way.“
You knew he wasn’t hurt by it, he couldn’t be. But he did notice, he did understand all of it and it‘s implications of how the people around him felt about him. „I want to treat you the way you treat me.“ He then explained. What he was speaking of was the warmth that you had extended to him up until this point.
You teared up a little more and drank some more Lemonade. He ended up talking to you about the different kinds of pet fish he had seen since had joined the force and how one time a victim with no relatives to take over his belongings led to him seeing a fully functional fish tank in the evidence room before an officer agreed to take them home.
While you were fully aware that Connor was very perceptive and very aware of your facial expressions as well he didn’t let it show. You were just allowed to exist without having to control or display any emotions specifically.
At some point another coworker came in to grab some coffee and called over to you, „Hey Y/n, how‘s it going?“ You turned and send him a smile, the ice cubes in your glass of lemonade where melting at the bottom now. „Just talking to Connor here.“ You said.
The other guys gaze flickered momentarily from you to the Android sitting across you, recognizing how you talked about him by name. It was only a second before he then send you a smile back and gave some normal small talk response and made his coffee.
When you eventually stood up you reached out to touch his arm, resemblant of the night you met. This time, though, you slightly squeezed in in an affectionate gesture. This time it was him who understood without you having to say what you meant so he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment- the way like cats do, and stood up as well.
From then on both of you would occasionally be seen talking or sitting in the lunch room together. Hank huffed in amusement when he realized that Connor actually seemed to have made a friend.
Hi!! Could I ask for more father figure anton headcanons or an one shot?? The one you wrote b4 was so sweet I lowkey need more 🥹
I'm glad to hear that you liked it!! I'm a sucker for any Father figure content out there, but there's too little!
Content/Warnings: Dead family, Mention of blood and murder, Gender neutral reader
Fatherfigure!Anton Chigurh Headcanons: Reuniting with you after you‘ve grown up
You were the family of one of his few associates. He did have to have some contacts to ensure he kept getting jobs, and he was careful not to disturb those very few relationships too much. Business relied on knowing where to go, what to do and who to trust
While they talked business you would sometimes be around as well, reading, playing on a console or being nice and making all three of you a cup of tea. Anton liked your brew
When he came by to have another meeting with your father, he found a massacre. He looked around for clues on who it could have been, surprised but not particularly moved by it all
Then he found you hidden in the closet, wide eyed and tear stained. No blood. They must have not known about you then. Once you recognized who he was you rushed to hug him- a notion that surprised him more than the dead all over this place
He didn't know what to do with you yet, so he simply decided to take you along. You were traumatized, quiet and unable to speak much. He had you get your belongings and put them in the back of his trunk for you
Anton traveled around a little until he found a family he could drop you off by. You still remember the way he stared at you from inside the car when you were stood at their house and hesitantly waved at you.
Years later you work at a bar and when a customer followed you into the back to do god know‘s what to you, you hit him over the head with a bottle. When you drag the body out of the back door in a panic you find that you’re not alone in the alleyway-
Anton gives you a wave, and the panic in your eyes turn into recognition. „Need any help with that?“ He gestures to the body and walks up to you, still so much like himself in these Cowboy boots and the same haircut
He ends up helping you discard the body, and while the two of you drive back in the dark of the night, passing fields and transmission towers, you feel the way you did when he first gave you a ride in his car. Away from your dead family and towards the people who would then raise you
„They will know it was you, though.“ He says and you stare ahead at the road illuminated by his headlights. „I know.“ After a while, you slightly turn to face him. „Can I stay with you this time?“ this time
Again there‘s this moment where he let‘s you pack your belongings before putting them in his trunk and driving off with you. Making sure you’re not involved in trouble still feels like a responsibility he wasn’t fully able to brush off
To him, you’re still a kid in many ways. You aren’t as nosy and prone to complain or beg anymore, but you have a way to coerce him with one long look only. If there’s something you want wether it‘s a new set of clothes, or to stay a bit longer in a city, you give him this urgent look and one out if three times will he roll his eyes and comply
He will be suspicious of anyone you meet, and the first time you ever really come to think about him as your Dad is when a dude who was trying to date you said something along the lines of „Your father is kinda scary to be honest“
You get wide eyed and kinda expect yourself to say something, but you find yourself letting it go uncorrected and feeling a sense of embarrassment and sadness over how comforting it is to be thought of as someone‘s family again
At some point you have to check into a hotel again and the owner eyes you, deeming you too young to be his companion. He asks who you are and Anton simply states that he‘s your Father and you’re doing a roadtrip to celebrate your graduation.
He notices how quiet you get after that, how you seem to be hiding something. He usually doesn’t talk when something is bothering you because if it‘s something you want him to fix he expects you to communicate it to him yourself
But you actually cry. You end up crying and he actually ends up feeling a bit- well, overwhelmed, helpless at how and why this is happening. Anton pats you on the back, and you fall back into his arms to hug him. Same tight grip as you did back then when he found you
You don’t talk about it, but after that he becomes just the slightest bit more affectionate towards you. He let‘s you use the radio in his car or picks out snacks for you at gas stations without you asking. He even let‘s you stay longer at a Hotel without him while he‘s out doing a job so you can enjoy the city
It isn’t until almost a year had passed after this when he get‘s a call in the car and says „Yeah I‘m alone, it‘s just my kid.“ while not showing any changes on his face.
It fills you with warmth and you try not to get too emotional cause you know he isn’t really the sort of person who can reciprocate or react to it, you end up poking him affectionately in the arm and getting a huff in return that tell‘s you he is fully aware of what you mean by it
Resident Evil 9 Imagine: Victor Gideon kidnapping you
Content/Warnings: NSFW in the end including fingering, penetration and aftercare, Gender neutral Reader, slight gore, Height difference guys my size kink is shining through in very non subtle ways, kidnapping, Gross Zombies, slight condescending tones
(Choosing these gifs deliberately to showcase his height again woof woof)
You went into the abandoned Hotel alone, all under the impression to find a well lit crime scene with neatly secured evidence for you to inspect. Yet what awaited you was a damp, dark mess. If it wasn't for the police tape outside, it would've seemed like there had been no previous law enforcement on the grounds.
Once all hell broke loose you had no way of simply leaving again. Reddened, widened eyes staring you down and frothing gurgling mouths bared to tear into you any second, it's been a while since you felt so very aware of how fucking powerless you were in the face of another person meaning you harm. If the ever walking, spasming and crawling figures despite all injury were even still eligible to be called a person.
You moved on, often in hiding or running, and blood stained your clothes by now. You felt panicked and uncomfortable and nauseous by the waves of rot that soared through the air. Your hands were always tightly wrapped around the cold metal of that makeshift knife.
You did not dare let it to despite how gross it felt to hold onto it after you plunged it through someone's head and throat. The clothes on your body were soon dirtied with blood and dust, your hair felt greasy too. You felt uncomfortable and gross and anxious, staggering through this Hellscape not knowing what was around the next corner.
You tried to find a place to rest, just for a bit, so when you found a relatively clean office without anyone inside you went in. The door was soon barricaded with a chair- it wouldn't hold off one of them if they seriously tried to get it but.. if they only bumped against it and reacted with disinterest it would hold them off you for a moment.
This room was significantly more elegant than the other working spaces you had come across before. There were bookshelves with expensive looking medical publications in them, even what seemed to be a doctorate framed on the wall. You went around the large wooden desk and went down to sit underneath it.
There was no opening on the other side, and you pulled the chair a little closer to give you more cover. You sat for a while, looking around from where you hid. Slowly, you relaxed just the slightest bit. Your head fell back against the wood while you lowered the knife onto the ground, releasing your hands from the straining grip you had on it for a moment.
You must have walked for hours.
The exhaust was really catching up to you now that the adrenaline in your body was able to approximate a little more calm, even if it wasn't quite to a healthy degree yet.
At some point, the door did open. The chair fell and yet it did not startle you, for you had fallen victim to your exhaustion to the point of falling asleep the longer you managed to hide away here. Steps trailed around the office in search for the source of this amateur blockage.
He did not expect to find you in the place he did. Victor walked around his desk he trailed his hand over the wooden surface and looked around. When he pulled back the chair, you were curled up under his desk. A surprised laugh left Gideon at the sight, how incredibly ironic.
It was him who planted the body, who lured you far enough into the hotel to the point of no return. Yet he had no way of knowing when or where exactly you'd be here- the disadvantage of targeting an FBI Agent. So in order to both lure you in while guaranteeing your survival despite the undead he roamed the center in search of his target.
To think that he would end up finding you back in his own office out of all places, hidden underneath the desk was quite an amusing turn of events. One might say you were right where he wanted you- and not even by any means of manipulation in this instance.
Victor crouched down to look at you, finally taking in the one person he put so much research and effort into finding. You looked beat up and even while you slept you had a distressed look on your face. He could tell that you fought your way up to this point, judging from the blood everywhere that wasn't your own. The fact that you managed to survive a encounter with them at all meant you must be stronger than your appearance let on- how very befitting of the role you've come to play in obtaining Elpis.
He pushed the chair further back to give you space, deciding now that it was time for you to formerly meet. Gideon said your name, firm enough to wake you. Your eyes shot open, hand immediately patting the ground to grab the knife again.
The Doctor took a step back to give you enough room to safely get out from under the desk. "I understand that this day must be tiring for you. But it's time that you and I talk."
You didn't dare come out quite yet, but when you realized that what woke you wasn't the sound of undead groaning and gurgling, but rather someone's actual voice, someone speaking to you, you let your head peek out to look. What you saw frightened you nonetheless, because the man that now stood waiting next to the desk must have almost been two meters tall. His skin was greyish, as were the weird goggles he wore.
You scrambled to get out and hurried to the opposite side of the table, knife held in front of you to signal you were ready to defend yourself if he tried anything. Zombies.. didn't talk right? Not as coherent as he did at least.
Your breath hitched, not letting your eyes wander one bit from the man across from you. "Who are you?" You had a thousand questions, but you settled on this one for now.
He saw that you were shaking, saw that your body hasn't really been able to rest as much as you would have needed it yet. To have such a grand weapon hidden within a person as fragile as you was quite fascinating. But it made securing you in case of resistance all the more easy.
"Ah, my manners. I am Doctor Victor Gideon, pleased to meet you." He gave you a smile and hinted at a bow. Both his voice and demeanor came across quite Gentlemanly. If it wasn't for both his inhuman looks and height this might have put you at ease. "I run this center, and I am the one who brought you here. I suppose it is my turn to explain to you why."
After what he just revealed to you, your body tensed up instantaneously. He staged this case for you to investigate, he was the one who almost had you killed here. You were suddenly all the more aware how dangerous the situation was. Because this hell wasn't simply something you got into, it's something that he designated just for you.
It didn't take long for you to run and bolt out of the open door- it was sudden enough to startle him into enough of a delay for you to shut the door on him and make a run for it.
Answers were good, but safety was better. You needed to call headquarters as fast as you could and get a SWAT Team up in here before anyone else could get hurt. But most of all you wanted to get home into safety. Eat, shower, sleep and maybe realize that none of this was real and you went into psychosis instead.
It didn't take much longer for the Doctor to follow suit and shout your name. "Wait!" You wanted to cry.
Corridors flew past while you ran. You had little regard for caution now while you tried to get as much distance between this man and yourself as you could.
At some point you turned a sharp corner and suddenly your back hit the floor- struggling to push away the creature lunged onto you. A scream erupted you at the sudden impact. You kicked your legs around, heels scraping the ground underneath while you put all your strength into keeping the biting, drooling mouth an arms length away from you. Your head was turned to the side and tears made their way down your temple.
"Get away get away get AWAY!!" Your voice broke, quivered, but eventually turned into shouting.
The smell of decay came from it's open mouth, you could see how it's bloodshot eyes hungrily dug into your shoulder. You had plunged your knife into its Torso upon the impact, and you couldn't reach it now without using one of the hands you used right now to hold that fucking thing off you.
You saw a figure approaching through the veil of tears- another Zombie would leave you dead, torn and devoured on this dusty carpet hours away from your previously safe and stable life. If only you hadn't come here
The foul smelling, clawing creature was now yanked off by its collar and flung away. While you tried to blink away your tears you heard the gross squelch of blood before all it's previous grumbling and groaning was silenced.
Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, you felt like you were on the verge of a panic attack.
"Poor thing.." The gentle voice rang out to you, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to see the Doctor stepping up to you. You sobbed and whimpered, face hot from all the tears that wouldn't stop coming.
Victor knelt down in front of you to level more with you. "I know you're scared. I'm not mad that you ran away." He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. His fingertips felt oddly warm against your skin, all despite his inhuman looks.
"I need to borrow you for an important mission, you see. But I won't have to hurt you if you comply, Y/n."
With that being said he offered you his hand to help you up. You were still crying, paralyzed with fear and confusion over what was happening. But you took it, seeing how easy his large hand enveloped yours.
He quickly pulled you up on your feet, but instead of letting go his other arm wrapped around you and pulled you up into his chest. You gasped in surprise and quickly clung onto his coat. "No.. Let me go"
"So sorry, but in your current state you shouldn't be walking anymore."
Walking you through the halls, you soon came across another one of these things who stalked towards you now. His previously forward focused gaze dropped down to you when your breath hitched and you pawed at his shirt in a fear response. He huffed with the slightest amusement, when the Zombie came closer Victor simply put your weight temporarily onto one arm instead of both and pushed the creature into an open door by its skull- cracking it's head open on impact when it fell to the ground.
Whatever.. He was, it couldn't be all that human either. Doctor Gideon simply held you against his chest with one arm like you weighed nothing- and while fear still cursed through you, you also felt a strange heat pooling within you.
"Where are we going..?"
He hummed. "We're meeting with an associate of mine. Then you'll be able to properly rest before we go on about our mission."
You were taken outside, finally, and you filled your lungs with fresh evening air as soon as he stepped out into the street with you where he let you down to stand on your own again. Finally you were freed of the thick air full of rot both inanimate and undead.
A car pulled up now, and the back door was opened for you to get in. You complied with hesitation. The door was then shut and you saw Gideon get in the passengers seat next to a blond man who eyed you through the rear mirror. He gave you a brief greeting. You could see from the back that he too had Grey marks on his skin. This must be that.. Associate.
"I'll head for the Helicopter now." The blond man said, but the other interjected.
"They'll be no use for us if they don't get to rest. We need to sit out tonight and fly tomorrow, drive to Point F instead." The associate was quiet for a moment, then he started the car and drove off. "You're the Doctor."
You wondered if anyone was looking for you by now. You looked out of the window, hoping to see a familiar face or street. But you drove further from the point you recognized walking on when you came to investigate this place.
Your head sunk against the glass window, your body relaxing into the leather seat.
When they eventually pulled up to a place that looked a lot like a fancy Hotel you perked up again. You were taken from the parking lot entrance of the Hotel into a dark but polished Lobby. Their presence seemed to be briefly acknowledged by a neat looking employee, but not further commented on when they headed to the elevator.
The two men were now stood on both sides of you, illuminated by the artificial light above. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, seeing just how easily they swallowed you with their height. You looked a lot like you felt right now- tired, dirty, scared. And hunger was slowly creeping in as well.
The elevator display lit up at 7, the doors opened and you were led to the far end of the floor. Whatever you expected, this wasn't it. Instead of a lair like room you were brought into a quite elegant looking hotel room. It seemed unused except for an ashtray with the remains of a cigarette. The blond man went to light himself a new one as soon as the door closed behind you.
You were just kinda stood there now, not quite knowing what to do with yourself now. A pamphlet was handed to you, you looked up to Dr. Gideon giving you the Hotel menu. "Pick something out for you and go shower. The order should arrive once you're done."
It shouldn't feel so relieving to be told what to do now, but his gentle voice played into everything your overwhelmed mind and aching body needed right now. So you just nodded and took it, looking over the menu until you found something you craved. You heard the shower turn on, when Gideon returned to you you pointed out what you wanted and he hummed affirmatively. "Alright." He held the bathroom door open now and closed it behind you once you stepped in.
The room was already starting to fill with steam, it was so inviting that you gave into your needs despite feeling so on guard. You could hear the two men talking behind the door but couldn't make out what was being said.
You stripped yourself of your dirty clothes and tested out the water, it was perfect. Once it enveloped your whole body you sighed with relief, watching the blood and dirt go down the drain. The hot water soothed your muscles and you were starting to feel how tired you still were after this.
When you stepped out of the shower the room was fully steamed up, providing enough warmth to not freeze up until you managed to find and put on the bathrobe. Having a moment alone in here helped you clear your head a bit- you weren't anywhere close to figuring out why they abducted you. But at this point the FBI must be very well aware that something had happened to you. Those men said they wanted to take you somewhere with a helicopter..
If your colleagues managed to track you down until tomorrow, you could be rescued for sure. But if they managed to take you out of town.. those chances diminished greatly. At least they didn't seem to plan on hurting you on purpose- which meant that whatever they wanted from you required you to will it in some way.
This was making your head ache.
You fastened the belt of the bathrobe and stepped back out into the hotel room. The blond man seemed to have gone out, and the Doctor was seated in an armchair studying what seemed to be a medical file. His gaze rose when he noticed you back in.
Even a that bathrobe seemed a little oversized on you, he bit his lip in a smile. This as well as having you all curled up under his desk before made a surge of excitement rise within him. Sweet.
"Your food arrived. Take a seat." He gestured you to sit on the armchair next to his. The plate sat ready there, and you wouldn't be told twice so you quickly joined to sit and delve in. A joyous sigh left you- you weren't sure if it was simply the horrible day so far but this food was incredibly good. Your shoulders relaxed, you felt warm and clean and a bit less like you needed to be super aware of your surroundings now.
You basically inhaled your food at the pace you went, feeling like you could collapse into the armchair right after and go to sleep. Instead, you sleepily stood up and plunged face first into the bed with a long groan. "I don't understand why you need me. This is nuts.. I'm just a meek analyst you know? I don't have big Intel on anyone." You muffled into the bedsheet, hearing the man chuckle in response from somewhere behind you.
"That's not it.. you are connected to what we seek in much different ways than some government organization." You heard him stand up and set down the file on the table.
"You must allow me to give you a brief examination before you sleep. While it's impressive you survived any Zombie encounters at all I think you didn't leave them fully unscathed."
You felt his hand on your shoulder, shortly after you were flipped over to your back, legs still dangling over the edge of the bed. Your bathrobe was a little more loose than before now, exposing much if your neckline now. Your face heated up.
His index finger came up to your chin, tilting your head to the side to expose a scratch on your shoulder. "Like there." He added. Your heartbeat was starting to pick up again. You didn't want to address this feeling earlier, brushing it off in the face of everything else going on. But it was starting to creep back into consciousness, urging you to recognize it.
He took a step closer until his legs hit the edge on the bed your legs were dangling from. He bend down to take a look at it, slightly lifting the hem of your robe from your shoulder- careful not to touch you. Why did it make your heart beat even faster, the way he with which he was towering over you and yet mindful of how he was touching you.
"Hmm.. I see. Fortunately it is neither infected nor does it need stitches."
He let go of the fabric and looked up to meet your gaze again. "Is there any other thing that needs my attention?" You bit back your hitched breath, nodding. "Um.. My thigh."
You propped yourself up your elbows. "I'm not sure if it actually managed to bite through my jeans, I just feel it hurting." He hummed and took a small step back, waiting for you to show him.
"Wait.." You sat up and turned around, feeling over the back of your thigh with your fingers before finding the spot that hurt. You flinched when you found it and nodded. "There" you lifted the bathrobe from the back, enough for him to see the spot you pointed out to him. He leaned down to take a look. "Ah, yes this will definitely need some bandaging. Wait."
You watched him over your shoulder. He retrieved a first aid kit and went to set it down next to you on the bed. He disinfected his hands first, then he set out a wound disinfectant, gauze roll and pads as well as a small pair of sciccors.
"It's not huge, but the wound needs to be protected from anything getting into it. There seems to be a more serious scratch."
Him being a Doctor really went to show right now. You nodded and kept your robe hunched up now so he had access to work. He had one hand placed on your leg for stability while he went to disinfect the wound with the other. When the spray hit you, you flinched a little and you felt his thumb caress you in response. "That was the worst part, hold on a little longer. Unfortunately you can't lay down for this one now because I'll need to wrap the bandage around you."
He could tell your legs wanted to give in. You ended up leaning forward, ending up sort up on all fours to give yourself more stability. This pooling warmth was getting worse and worse. The hunched hem of your robe fell down, blocking his view.
When you felt it, you looked back over your shoulder. "This will only take a moment. Let me put it up for a second." He ended up lifting it all the way up to prop it up over your waist, leaving your lower half exposed to him except for your underwear. Your fingers dug into the sheets, heart racing.
Yet he didn't actually look, he was fully focused on treating your wound right now. You didn't think he'd notice, but once he was done wrapping the bandage around your leg you felt him pause behind you.
"I see there's another part of you that is requiring my attention hmm?" The Doctor had now realized that there was a wet spot forming in your panties, and perfectly on display for him to see.
He ran two fingers over it to feel it from himself, instantly making you gasp and quiver. Fuck- oh god. "All of that for me?" He chuckled and you felt the bed dip slightly when he pushed his knees into the mattress. "Let me see if I can help you where it aches.." You felt his large hand dip into the bathrobe, tracing his fingers over your stomach. You felt him grab onto your waist with the other hand, elbow propped up next to you on the bed while the hand on your stomach trailed down to your underwear. You couldn't help but arch your back up in anticipation, giving him the confirmation he wanted before letting his fingers slide under the hem of your panties.
A staggered moan left you, embarrassed to feel as good as you did when he spread your folds and delved through them. Your chest heaved, your fingers dug deeper into the sheets once he found your bud. "There it is.." He purred, circling and proning against it with his fingers. Your eyes becoming glassy with how good and overwhelmed you felt. Oh god.
He could tell it was the right spot by the moans slipping through your lips despite the restraint you tried to have on yourself.
"P-Please.. Oh god.." You gasped, pushing yourself further back against him with reddened cheeks and ears. You couldn't help yourself anymore.
"Please what?"
You whined in frustration, shyly looking back at him over your shoulder. "I.. I need you to.." You stopped yourself. "I want you"
He tilted his head and smiled. "I understand"
You felt him withdraw and wanted to turn around, his voice halted you. "Stay."
You stayed put. "Good." You heard his belt buckle, heard how he pulled himself out with a low groan. Your legs were shaking with anticipation.
You felt the bed dip down again when he crawled over you, holding you still by your waist while lined himself up with you. His voice trembled with delight when he began pushing himself into you.
He stretched you out wide, your arms gave out and your face sank into the bed. "You truly are special.." He mumbled. "And you're so tight.. So small, it's adorable. I don't even know if you can take it all, love." He breathed, but you shook your head. "Please.. Try it. Try it."
"Very well." He started moving now, pushing himself in and out of you slowly at first. He gently squeezed your waist, trying to hold back from going at it with as much rigor as he wanted to right away. But your begging noises urged him on, fucking himself further into you until he was fully inside you.
He was basically impaling you now, being so much larger than you in every expected way. But you couldn't deny just how good it felt to be fully submitted to his will whether you wanted to or not, to be fully covered and overtaken by his body now.
You could tell he couldn't hold it back anymore now. His pace picked up, at this point he grabbed you by the hips with both his hands and fully started fucking you into the bed. His soothing voice erupting now in low moans that serenaded your ears.
One of his hands now snaked around your body so fondle with your clit, making you so weak that you couldn't hold back the noises that he made you do anymore. "That's it.. such a well behaved patient.." You felt a wave of release wash over you. Your orgasm flooded your system, leaving you burying your face in the blanket with utter bliss.
He kept pushing into you, using your perfect little body to chase his release until the end. When he finally came, you felt how he pulled you onto him closer as warmth spread all over your insides. It made you whine, and you felt his warmth breath Fan over your shoulder now. He hummed, making a pleased noise that almost felt like praise. You blushed, still in disbelief over what just happened.
He withdrew from you, and you fully sank down on your stomach now.
When you rolled on your back, he had already put himself back together. But what you didn't expect was that he now came back with a warm cloth, sitting down on the bedside to help you clean up.
He gently opened your legs back up and wiped down your thighs and sex. "That's better" he said to himself and put the cloth aside, caressing your thigh with his hand before closing the bathrobe so it snugly enveloped you again. "Who would have thought that you would be so good for me" he mused and put the blanket over your body now.
He placed his hand on your head now instead to pet your hair. "You should sleep, you had an exhausting day. I need to work some more but I will be right there."
The Doctor stood and went to sit back on in the armchair, picking up the file again as well as a pen he started scribbling something down with.
You snuggled into the bed, sleepily looking over to him. He send you a smile, and you slowly started to drift into unconsciousness..
I hope you liked it. I poured my whole day into writing this asdghj. I'd love for you to comment your thoughts or feelings
I'm currently writing something for Dr Victor Gideon where you get kidnapped but he's his soothing voice and (mostly) gentle behavior self with a little bit of condescension in there.
Multifandom Preference: Feeling awful because of your Coworker/s
Includes: Anton Chigurh, Hannibal, Herbert West, Dean & Sam Winchester
Anton Chigurh
He will quietly sit it out with you as long as you need to cry. Anton isn't the kind to talk anyone through hardship, but moments like these go to show that he notices what you like and need. He'll bring you food and water, wrap a blanket around you to help you feel covered but not claustrophobic. If something doesn't serve you and damages your health, you should put all your energy into killing or destroying it moving as far away from it as possible. That's the only advice he can really give you, because he doesn't see sense in putting up with something you don't have to. He doesn't wanna take that agency from you, but if you let him he will deal with it himself.
Hannibal Lecter
He understands how work is forcing you into circumstances that are harder to remove yourself from than private matters. He sees no virtue in suffering if there's no way for you to set boundaries there- and if anyone is being rude to you he will politely inquire who it is. In a few days or weeks you will find that this person has resigned without showing up again. You will be happy to tell him about it and he'll pat your head and tell you that he's glad to hear what an unexpected turn this took.
Herbert West
He is very much attached to his ideals and his work, so despite lacking feelings of care or bother towards his coworkers he does understand how frustrated you are being impaired at work like that. Herbert is the kind of person who, upon telling him, would immediately try to jump into solution mode. He would try to gather information about how to either report (or incriminate) your coworker for something or fully avoid them if possible. He needs a moment to understand that you need comfort, and will awkwardly but gently try to coerce you into drinking some tea with him.
Sam and Dean Winchester (As your brothers)
Dean would straight up march into your workplace and beat up whoever is troubling you, and it would take some hard convincing from you to prevent or stop him from doing so. If someone thinks they can push you around, he will push them around. Easy as that. Sam will try not to get you in trouble by doing something like that though, and insist on finding another way. Like digging up dirty details about them and blackmailing them into quitting, what is a computer for after all? All in all they're on the move a lot, so if you need to simply leave, you just gotta pack your bags and tell them where to go. They always have space and time for you
Happy belated Valentine's Day to everyone! This one includes: Hannibal, Anton Chigurh, Brahms Heelshire and Billy & Stu in a Poly cube with you
Hannibal Lecter
He would make the most thoughtful gifts to you and plan the day in a way that recognizes and includes everything that you two have in common or share with one another. May that be Art, music or like. He would explain the origins and importance of Valentine's Day and the martyr who died and became it's namely origin over a glass of wine- showcasing the link of love and death, and how despite the latter celebrations prevail. One of the gifts he would give you would be a necklace with a bleeding heart dove.
Anton Chigurh
He wouldn't know the day if it wasn't for all the items they sell around that time. Once he notices that you do care to some extent he would make quiet changes in order to have that day with you together. He usually drives without music, this time he would turn on the radio and let you choose. Maybe he'll get some chocolates and puts shares them with you during the drive, letting you in on which flavors he likes instead of shrouding himself in mystery for once. Later he would stop by a town with some shopping opportunities and let you pick out some things you like.
Brahms Heelshire
Something that Brahms usually does is taking note of the things you like. He might hide something from you, and once you go looking for it you find yourself in a scavenger hunt with little gifts here and there. At the end of it will be a new piece of clothing for you, which he'll steal back at some point once it has your scent. You better not be going out with anyone else on that day.. if you are, he will forcibly prevent you from going out of the house. He will tie you down, and once he calmed down enough he'd have you drink and eat like on a regular date.
Billy and Stu
They probably see Valentine's Day as more of a joke, Billy will suggest you three watch "My bloody Valentine" together. Stu will get all kinds of sweets for the occasion so you can have a little selection to choose from during the film. He's also most likely to get you flowers, half serious half joking. Billy will try his best to look put together even if he wouldn't admit it, and he would take note of your effort too. For you he would even put on a non-horror movie if you want to.
Guess who just got diagnosed with inattentive-ADD and has to write about it now. Gender neutral Reader as always
Includes: Herbert West, Hannibal Lecter, Jasper from Talamasca, and Cardinal Assente
Herbert West
He notices mostly because you live together, seeing you enter a room and forget what you were here for or run back into the entrance because you forgot something before you left. Surprisingly he doesn't find it annoying. He finds a lot of things about other people irritating, but once he grew used (and to some extent fond of you) he became quite forgiving of the things that bother others and even yourself. You'll find notes with his handwriting stuffed in your pockets or in places where you'll find it, reminding you of important things. He'll actually get somewhat attuned to how much energy you have, coming to understand your limits and triggers and preferences surprisingly well despite himself.
Hannibal Lecter
Out of all the one who notices the fastest, recognizing the symptoms instantaneously since he himself is a Psychiatrist. He will gift you a leather bound notebook that you can carry with you at all times, that way you are able to write down all your thoughts and important things as they come up to help you remember. He is quite unforgiving when it comes to appointments and agreements made, but your genuine remorse paired with the obvious presence of ADHD gives you a little more room than he would permit others. Hannibal would make sure that you try your hardest though, gently but commanding. He also has the means to medicate you if needed. The more he has a personal interest in you, the more the pride he has in his expertise would come in play to provide you adequate care.
Jasper
To an immortal and quite put together man such as himself your scatter brained attitude sometimes reminds him of a lost little bee trying to find its way out. He would probably find it somewhat endearing, but once he sees how much distress your symptoms are able to cause you he tries to give assurance in the only way he knows how: Brief but earnest. All Texan style. He would disregard any attempts made at beating yourself up over it, finding it ridiculous to bathe in self hatred over a part of yourself you can't control. He should know. Would likely leave things in places for you to find where he notices you'd likely look the most.
Mario Assente
Would find it hard to not see that side of you as lack of discipline for the longest time. He himself is more the put together kind, but catching your genuine frustration in a moment of weakness inspires some.. sympathy in him. He'll start thinking that it's probably part of what makes you a good part of the Vatican. Being caught in thoughts and prayers rather than the immediate matters surrounding you. You can tell by the way his gazes become much less scornful, and he may inquire what you are thinking about here and there. While he's not a fan of unpredictability he does appreciate how you manage to surprise with insightful answers or ideas, showcasing parts of your thought process hidden behind what many underestimate at first. Getting to know that side of you while others do not feels like a discovery.
Hope you liked it!! Im gonna write more about that topic I think
May I add you to my supernatural writers list and do you write for death? The first male version
Yes and Yes :) You can find the things I've written for him so far in my Master list. I think I've written two or three things so far for Death.
At some point I was so enamored with the character that a fake Instagram account pretending to be his actor caught wind of it and tried to scam me asdfgh no shade to the actor but that's such a niche guy to choose to scam people with
Jasper Talamasca Imagine: FTM!Reader spending his birthday with Jasper
I just turned 25! I usually write gender neutral stuff but today I'm self indulgent cause I've been feeling very dysphoric lately. This is dedicated to and heavily inspired by @/LiterateRat on A03 who writes wonderful smut and really moved me with his depiction of Guy as a Transmasc.
The fact that your birthday was coming up may have remained in the back of your mind during the days approaching it, and if it wasn't for the fact that you were being followed you might have paid more mind to that. But it felt like some Vamp was about to get their hands and fangs on you any second now if you weren't careful.
While being out doing some fucking Talamasca errand again you happened to really catch the attention of someone you were really not supposed to piss off. Yet here you were being very much aware that one of them might as well be waiting for you in your own flat once you got back. I should have fucking asked Helen if garlic works on them..
You sensed somebody else's thoughts in your proximity again. You looked to the side from the corner of your eye, suddenly you found yourself running straight into someone's chest. "Ah sorry-"
"If that ain't the Birthday boy" your eyes shot up to see that you just ran into none other than Jasper. Though it was hardly believable that this was truly a coincidence, so you went straight to ask what he wanted. He feigned offense and put a hand on his chest, "And here I think our shared conspiracy would have you soften up a bit" you instantly hissed for him to be careful what he'd say out loud since you were being followed.
"Do you derive fun from putting me in danger?" You asked with a certain level of exhaustion and self pity at this point from being stuck in this situation.
Jasper put an arm around you now, spinning you around to get you walking beside him. The claws on display on your shoulder reminding you or the weaponry that was his body, even if you somehow managed to defend yourself from being bitten.
It also had something to it bordering on ownership, at least in the eyes of those who were after you since mortals were either livestock roaming the streets, or in the possession of kin. In which case there was significantly more caution given in not accidentally causing deadly retribution if said Vampire took offense in having property destroyed.
"On the contrary. See, I'm even going to escort you home safely"
You looked up toward his smug expression, both pissed and embarrassed by the way he simply tugged you flush to his side. This was probably meant to be condescending, and the fact that you didn't hate the proximity sure felt as much.
Jasper led you to his car, which was parked very conveniently around the corner. So much for coincidence.
The light inside the car was dim, it made you wonder wether Jasper had become light sensitive after non being exposed to the sun in so long. His eyes were blue, unnaturally so, but only to those who managed to reciprocate eye contact for long enough to see. But it made you very much aware when he was looking at you, even when the lack of light should hinder you from doing so. You shifted in your seat, feeling a little bit relieved to have only one Vampire you needed to worry about now instead of four.
He only had to make a motion with his hand to get the driver to start the car and move, putting one leg over the other. You sunk back into the leather seat and closed your eyes for a bit, "I have a question" you heard the voice next to you respond, "go ahead" it sounded rich without the busy city noises distracting from it. "Do Vampires prefer the same blood group that they had themselves before they turned?"
You heard a low chuckle from the hollow of his chest, "Curious boy" you bit the inside of your cheek, desperately trying not to let his little pet names get to you.
"You're right about that. The body longs to reunite with what was once its own. Not easy for those who had a rare blood group. AB negative Vampires are pretty much fucked if they want to stick to the one that attracts then the most."
You hummed and raised your brows, allowing yourself for once to express that interest when you asked "And which was yours?"
When you heard his voice again, it was dangerously close and your eyes shot open to see him lean very close to you- "AB positive. The ultimate reciprient." His breath fanned over you, your gaze flickering over him and your face red with both terror and embarrassment, not unlike wide eyed prey. He could hear how fast your heart was beating now. You were only then released by the thunk of the door handle being pushed open.
Jasper hovered over you to open the door, his hand now leaving the handle to gesture you to get out first. You scrambled to get out on the sidewalk, he followed suit from the same door and closed it shut with a swift motion like nothing happened. Fuck
What you found yourself in was not your humble apartment complex now though.
"You took me to the Motherhouse??"
"That's what I meant when I said home, maybe I should have specified." You didn't buy for one second that this was anything but deliberate. "Why, do you want to test now if this is the drink you've been looking for?" You gestured to yourself with some level of frustration.
"Your treat?" He responded sarcastically and smiled, "Well I was thinking I'd hook you up with a cocktail to celebrate. I know you're more the fruity type." He waved a hand absent-mindedly. You pressed your lips together and almost choked on the breath that was now stuck in your airways at that mention. Was that supposed to sound this way???
You were glad to have him walk ahead so you could get your expression in order, trailing behind him until you reached your destination. Both your head and heart were racing, it was hard for you to quite shake the adrenaline off that being followed caused in you. Jasper finding a way to keep you on edge surely didn't help.
"Take a seat, make yourself comfortable." He walked into a nicely decorated living room space, expecting you to follow. You hesitantly draped your coat over the armrest of the couch and looked around. How much of this reflected Jaspers personal tastes and how much of it was just part of the Motherhouse before he took over?
The Vampire disappeared into another room for a few moments, when he came back he did actually hand you a cocktail. Self made, judging from the way his sleeves were rolled up- making your eyes linger a treacherous second too long on his forearms when you were supposed to be looking at the drink he made you. "Thanks"
You took a sip, he didn't move away from you at all though and stood right there in front of you, observing your reaction. A hum left your chest, your brows raising when the pleasant taste hit your tongue. "You're way too good at this for someone who can't even taste this" you said, turning your head up to find him already looking at you. "Of course I am"
"Should've never doubted you" you joked back and actually reciprocated his smile now, both of you coming to sit down now.
"So why am I actually here?" You asked and sipped some more. "Sorry to disappoint you if I didn't plan anythibg sinister, kid. It's like I said." He raised his hands in defiance a moment, his arms sprawled over the couch behind. "So you really just wanna.. celebrate my birthday?"
He nodded yes, "I don't know many people who still know their Birthday. It's fun." Well, that made sense considering how many hundreds of years he and the others must be alive by now. So he must consider Birthdays something special, something foreign to the world he lives in.
"Um" you took another sip, suddenly feeling a bit shy about the situation. You didn't expect him to care about something like that, up until now you absolutely thought he was being sarcastic. Turns out Jasper was doing something genuine for you right now.
The cocktail was strong but so pleasant tasting that you might have had few too generous sips. Your face was starting to flush with the warmth that spread in your body from the drink.
"Well, I wish we could drink to that and get tipsy together without you having to kill someone over it" you thought out loud and set down your glass for a moment to turn to him. "Don't you miss getting drunk?"
Jasper seemed amused by your sudden courage to just say and ask more what you were thinking. Your tongue really seemed to get loose when you started drinking, he noted. "Sometimes. But it's not entirely impossible."
You raised your brows in inquiry, he continued.
"If I drink the blood of someone who drank alcohol then I can get tipsy as well. But you never know wether alcohol is the only thing a person took that night so I usually refrain from it."
You hummed in response, head swimming with tipsyness courting your thoughts. Imagines of Jasper towering over you on the couch, tilting your head back by gently tugging your hair. His breath fanning over your skin before he bit, head nestled in while he fed on you. Maybe his knee would press up against all the right spots so you could rut your hips against him. You imagined yourself in quiet ecstacy over the feeling, lips parting while you felt him sharing in on the alcohol in your bloodstream. How good it could feel to experience someone getting drunk on you.
You heard Jasper shift closer next to you, and the hand that formerly sat on the couch behind you now went to brush a strand of hair out of your face. You turned your head slightly and felt his fingers comb back further into your hair, making your surprised gaze soften and mellow for a moment. A change the older Vampire saw cross over your face in every detail. "What.."
That was when he gently yanked your hair, making you tilt back your head and grasp at his arm. "Mh!!" Your eyes flickered over the ceiling, unable to look at him now that he had your head steadily in place. Your breath quickened like prey, it was embarrassing how it made you feel fucking scared and yet you felt yourself growing hard from it. It made you want to shift, cross your legs maybe but you didn't dare move with the hold he had on you.
"I'm not hearing you moan and gasp quite as much yet. You were much more vocal in your head." his voice was low and a hint of Texan, and you could tell exactly how close he was from the sound of it. Blood shot into your face. How you wished to hide your face now.
You wanted to go all lawyer now and deny deny deny- but the alcohol didn't quite allow you to so. Your fingers slightly dug into his arm from embarrassment, the muscle underneath was unyielding though. "That was taken out of context..!!" you ended up saying, attempting a glare before he released you and let go.
Part of you felt disappointment at the loss of his hand- just positioning your head as he pleased. Shit. You were caught between lust and embarrassment and shame. The latter came from knowing that he didn't know, he couldn't, right? Even if this went all the way you imagined it to go, at some point the realization would set in and it would all get ruined. Better not to even try.
Jasper was about to reply something teasing, feeling amused by this terrible attempt at a lie. One he could tolerate, because it was cute to witness. But he saw the pleasure and embarrassment from having his hand in your hair shift- "What are you scared of, kid?"
He crossed one leg over the other, leaning his head against his hand, elbow propped over back of the couch. "I stand by what I said, I wouldn't hurt you." You gazed at him. "Unless you ask me to, of course." Again he effortlessly made your mind swim with desire, present and pulsating and very distracting in your groin, while the worry locked the rest of your body in place instead of having you climb on his lap and meet his lips with yours.
"I.. fuck" you stuttered and took another big sip of your drink in attempt to calm yourself. "this is seriously good" you muttered. You stayed quiet for a moment, heart racing with Lust and fear. How fucking primal of a moment that was for you.
After a while you spoke, and when the words left your lips with such unprecedented vulnerability, you who showcased so much sarcasm and doubt toward him since you knew each other, Jaspers eyes softened the slightest bit. "Are you trying to make fun of me?"
He uncrossed his legs and put the hand his face rested on down. Steady eye contact, not decipherable to you which also meant you couldn't detect immediate disdain. You held his gaze.
"Hey. I'm not messing with you."
Jasper wasn't one to coddle, but he also wasn't one to lie. You knew that he disliked misunderstandings so if he sensed turmoil, which you have had a lot of due to the whole Talamasca ordeal, he tended to choose his words deliberately clear.
He meant it. But he meant that in the context he was aware of. And that probably didn't include the parts of yourself that were so painfully desperate for him now, drenching your Boxers all despite your anxiety.
"How about you come sit here for a bit." Jasper spread his legs, inviting you to take a seat in the space in-between that was freed up now. Your mouth was watering at the sight. Ughhh.. you would probably bark something passive aggressive at him and leave now in embarrassment if it wasn't for.. all of this. The assurance just now, the horniness and that good cocktail nearing its end.
You moved toward him, knees weak for all the reasons listed above. Back facing him when you moved in front of him, and if wasn't for Jaspers hands firmly catching your hips you might have lost your footing from how much pressure your arousal was putting on any grace you had left in the way you moved. You wanted him to press his fingers into the flesh of your hips so bad, even if you realistically knew it would hurt.
You sat down between his legs, and Jasper put an arm around your middle. Your back slowly, hesitantly leaning into his chest. This felt nice. You hummed.
Whatever this was, it made you a bit bold. Because you slightly turned your head, gazing at his other hand resting on his leg. And you grabbed it, leading him to put it on your thigh instead. You heard a chuckle vibrate through his chest behind you, he didn't need even need Vampiric vision to see your ears burning red right in front of him. Jaspers hand covered a whole lot of your thigh, the sight made you wonder how he compared to you in size otherwise. He then squeezed you, making you sigh and melt a little bit further into his back.
"There it is. So my boy is capable of showing me what he wants after all." He was almost purring the beginning of that sentence, none the less calm and in control of everything. "What else do you need?"
A need it was indeed, he was right about that.
"I.." your breathing was heavy but silent, you were still stiff in a way. Out of breath. "I want you to get drunk on me. I want to see what you're like, when you're tipsy like me right now."
"I see"
The arm around your waist trailed upwards now. His hand finding its way to pop open the first button of your shirt, and then the next. You swallowed, he opened all of them gradually to the bottom until the shirt hung open, giving his hand access to the soft skin underneath. His fingertips went over your stomach, all the while Jaspers head now nestled itself in the crook of your neck and shoulder. He was.. smelling you? His breath fanned over your skin while he took in your scent carefully.
It gave you goosebumps, but you didn't hate it. His hand pressed down a little on your thigh when he found your pulse, and his warm tongue went over it's racing beat as if to have a taste for the bloodstream and the drumming noise if he bit down right there. But he left it be, pressing a kiss on your skin instead. It made you bite back a moan, and you tilted your head to the side for him to have more. You felt the smile on his lips when he kissed a bit down from there again, understanding perfectly well what made you so willing to give him more.
Jaspers hand came up to flick off the cloth on your shoulder, making the shirt fall down and expose your bare shoulder to him. Your dick was straining against your Boxers, feeling the proximity of his hand on your thigh so painfully.
"You will need to sit still for me now, can you do that?"
You nodded, maybe a bit too eagerly, and shifted closer to him. Feeling where exactly he hovered over your shoulder, not wanting to break your neck and cause that delicate area harm just yet. Jasper bit down, causing your head to fall back against him in a jolt. His hand squeezing your thigh as a reminder to sit still, it was all too much and you couldn't help your moan anymore. That felt all so fucking good.
You loved the feeling, he was drinking from you slowly as not to overwhelm your system with the blood loss. Your face was all warm with tipsiness, his chest against your back gave you stability. It almost felt like an embrace in a way, you rarely felt so fucking horny and comfortable because of one and the same thing. Your eyes closed momentarily, you had butterflies in your stomach.
You rubbed together your thighs in search for friction, it was so bad at this point that your own hand went down to your groin to press down and fondle with the parts of yourself that were aching for contact. You felt tingly and the pain in your shoulder was just right.
Greedy boy
His voice rang through your head, you got goosebumps in the best way. Jaspers hand went away from your stomach and snaked its way under yours. Decisively taking the place where you wanted it the most right now. You panicked- but what his fingers found through the fabric of your pants didn't seem to deter him one bit.
He quickly found where you wanted him to go simply by the way your hips jolted forward when he found it. Fuck how much you wanted to know what he was thinking- but the feeling of his fingers rubbing circles and palming you so skillfully despite not looking down rendered the panic almost incoherent. Did he know? Did he not care?
He let go of your shoulder with a satisfied groan, licking his lips clean of your blood. "You were right" he purred in your ear, "That drink sure is good." The alcohol seemed to actually take an effect on him, you could tell. Even if you didn't believe it caused him to loose control as much, the Texan drawl was more audible in his voice than usual.
Your boxers were drenched, feeling his fingers palm and rub your dick through them felt heavenly. How ironic coming from a Vampire, something considered unholy.
"That feel good?" You moaned again in response, nodding your head. You felt him pressing himself against you from the back and you could feel that he felt quite good himself. It made you wriggle a bit against him, making him groan quietly in return. "That feel good?" You asked back, out of breath but nonetheless cocky.
"Cheeky." He pressed himself further against you. "How is it to be tipsy again?" You asked. "Perfect. I've fed, so I can actually feel this tipsy warmth from your blood in my body too. Fucking amazing."
You couldn't help but imagine Jasper in a Bar, tipsy from actual whiskey and staggering over to the bathrooms. Maybe you would have bumped into each other then. Hit it off. He was older looking, handsome. Would you have ended up in some way like now?
He continued his movements, deliberate and now with a bit more pressure. Your legs were starting to feel shaky, you were still absolutely in bliss over feeling him feed on you, and now the arousal was making a mess of you. There were almost tears forming in your eyes from how close you felt to release, despite his hands working this magic over your pants. The hand on your thigh went forward to fetch your cocktail, then Jasper offered the rim of the glass to your parted lips. He was completely taking over now, seeing no issue with taking care of your tipsy horny self.
Your eyes met momentarily, you tilted back your head a little to signal that you were ready and he lets you have a sip. It was cool and refreshing while you were burning up inside. For him it must be vice versa now. He set the glass down again
Soon after, all these sensations finally mixed with pleasure washing over you. Your hand buried itself in Jaspers pants, your body urging itself further into his chest when moans errupted from your release. "There it is. There you are, so good." He cooed, holding your hip in place so you didn't squirm away and just let it wash over you.
Your body relaxed, stretching your legs, sprawling against him like a cat now. It's been long since you felt this good. But.. Jasper probably didn't like to have you stay in his arms for so long, so you went to hurriedly stand up.
You were promptly pulled back down by your hips, plopping down only for him to lift your legs and made you lie down while he stood up. "No running away. I saw a menu liying around somewhere. Maybe we'll find you something you'll enjoy hm?"
When he set down your legs his hand went to comb back your hair for a moment, holding your eyes with his own before leaving the room. God you were blushing.
This.. birthday turned out much different than you anticipated.
I hope this will find its way to some Readers despite not being gender neutral this time!
Talamasca Jasper Imagine: He prevents you from ki11ing yourself
Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Suicidal Reader, Dark themes and thoughts obviously, Reader has a Waiter job
You stared down that bridge every day on your way to work for the last few weeks now. Sometimes on your way back from work you remained there for a bit with a cup of that shitty coffee the bakery chain across your workplace offered. They said jumping a bridge actually felt like jumping from a high building, because the impact on water from that high up was practically the same. This.. passive idealation of death has lingered with you for as long as you can remember. Lately it's been very prevalent again, urging your eyes to linger just a bit longer over that bridge, or those shards of glass from the other day when you accidentally dropped the glass of wine you were supposed to serve.
You had researched different ways to die before, and while smashing into that cold water beneath wasn't the most appealing option, it's proximity to your everyday life was flirting with those thoughts.
It wasn't the worst day you had in a while, so you weren't fully sure why you found yourself climbing the one thing that had kept you from flinging yourself off into the stream of water before. The effort of actually climbing up the reiling was a strangely successful apprehendor from doing this long before now. Yet now you sat on there, legs dangling off from where only death lay underneath.
"I figured I would find you here again."
Your head turned, finding the source of this voice to be someone you recognized instantly despite not knowing his name, doubting that he would know yours either. "You.....?" Your grip tightened around the metal beneath at the sudden company you found yourself in. The icy, assaulting wind flushed your cheeks and nose red- how much it opposed the youthful cheerful blush one might expect your features to carry instead. But you looked at the man beside you with alert and quiet despair instead.
The older man who frequented the Gallery you worked at. He was an esteemed buyer, that much you knew, and he only came in during evenings. If it wasn't for his handsome looks, you would have remembered him from a few days ago when you accidentally broke a wine bottle right in front of him, effectively staining his shoes with a very expensive Poggio di Sotto.
While Jasper could derive no sensation from drinking wine, he did remember vividly how admist your attempt to collect the shards of glass from the floor, your wine stained hands darkened and flinched away suddenly. And how when the scent reached him, part of him could estimate again what it was like when he had last drank wine himself.
He had picked up on your thoughts before when he was at an exhibition in that Gallery, only back then he did not know who they belonged to.
I wish I could just stop existing right now
But the other day when you were knelt in front of him with wine spilled over your hands, droplets of blood erupting from the cut you suffered from the dark glass shards of that wine bottle, he heard it again.
His face remained almost unmoved, but to hear such a violently self destructive thought in spite of your relatively neutral expression caught his attention. You had apologized to him, gentle mannered and friendly despite what had crossed your mind just then.
"Why are you here??" You asked him now.
"Did you know that Siegmund Freud theorized that there is a death drive within all human beings?" He leaned against the reiling. "He called it Todestrieb. It seeks to lead organic life back into the inanimate state."
His eyes held your gaze, it was as if he was holding you in place with it. Tears quietly spilled over your cheeks, it clouded your vision yet you couldn't take your eyes away. His words made you breathe in, you recognized it very deeply within yourself. Wanting to not be burdened any more with the constant of exhaustion and suffering of being a living creature. How was this cycle of endurance something you should cherish?
You stayed silent for a while but it wasn't for him. He knew of the thoughts coursing through your head and he heard your heart beat fast like a wounded huffing animal. This state you were in reminded him somewhat more of himself than any other mortal would. Because there was something inately animalistic to the way you were living and feeling. He was bound to live forever, bound to hunger for something he could not take without harming others. It was the existence of a predator and he was well aware of it.
You, in turn, existed with the deeply seated feeling that you were unfit to be alive. Living with despair that has ingrown so much into the days and weeks and months, that these thoughts you had ended up being so unlike the appearances you made. It even caught the attention of Jasper.
The way you both lived was not supposed to be.
"Don't tell me everything is going to be ok. I don't want any more tacky calendar wisdom speech if that's what you're going to do now." You adverted your gaze.
He raised his brows in a hint of amusement at this cynicism. "That's not my style, kid. Don't worry." The Vampire watched another tear trail over your face, you looked tired. "I know that you don't feel alive. What you do is survive, get a breather here and there before it starts again like now."
You bit your lip in an attempt to not to sob as the crying worsened. Head lowering while the wind blew strands of hair across your face. "I constantly feel.. like I'm running out of time. And whatever I do to catch up on doing all these things I should do and feel when you're young just elude me."
It was the first time you actually admitted to what he said out loud, and he observed you carefully.
"I cannot seem to feel alive, so I want to die instead."
Jaspers gaze softened and he went to stand back again from leaning against the reiling before.
"I think I can help you with that. Either of those things, if you will."
You furrowed your brows and looked at him again. "I needed to learn how to feel alive again as well. And if that does not work, then I will be there when you die." Your eyes widened, and you actually moved your body again to turn more towards him.
"So it doesn't have to be alone on a bridge."
You stared. Despite your heavy heart, your chest filled with something that trembled and ached in light of his words. It wasn't the promise of life, it was the prospect of having someone be there for you when you died. No empty promises to have you cling onto something you were willing to let go of- he saw you. He offered to be there wether it was in life or in death. He would permit both.
Your hand reached out to him, he smiled and held you while you slowly climbed back to the other side. To the side he was on.
"I'm Jasper." He now introduced himself, and put your scarf back in place. "I'll show you how I live."
I hope you liked it, if you did I appreciate getting comments to let me know about your thoughts
Content/Warnings: Male!Reader, Priest!Reader, Smoking (both him and Reader), Age gap, Height difference cause I'm a self indulgent shortie
This happens in S1 cause I have only yet watched that and I don't wanna be to inaccurate about whatever happens in S2
Unlike the ever popular question if Cardinals even did anything other than plotting against one another, or enjoying the lavish parts of the life Vatikanstadt had to offer, Cardinal Assente was ever busy. With the pope himself reigning in ideas of fear and exclusion everyone was busy these days.
Behind the scenes within high positions of power and seniority, chaos was amiss. Everyone scrambled to think of ways to persuade, manipulate or influence this new Pope's archaic decision making.
Admist the chaos of getting seated for the Pope's new announcement, another Cardinal jokingly mentioned to him that he acquired himself a fan. Assente rose his brows in question if not in doubt, turning his head enough to estimate wether the expression of his neighbor suggested mockery. "What do you even mean?"
The other man's eyes went over to a priest standing on the other side of the room as preparations were being made. A mere assistant as it seemed, scribbling something on a notepad. "The other day I nearly bumped this guy while he was busy doodling around like now." He nodded towards you, "And I swear despite my lacking eyesight that he was drawing you." He concluded with an amused smile, pushing up the glasses on his nose.
Assente's eyes lingered on the younger man pointed out to him. The white robe hung over your regular black cassock, cloaking over you like a layer of snow had settled while you were engrossed in whatever you were writing down now.
Thank god the Cardinal who told him was absolutely unsuspecting in regards to his sexuality, otherwise whatever he thought to have seen would have sparked rumors. Instead it remained a jokey observation shared in passing. He decided against stirring any impression that he cared, so he refrained from asking any other questions about it.
He allowed himself to be curious for the duration of the Pope's speech, eyes following you across the room while you assisted the ceremonious reading. You listened to the Pope's speech with adverted eyes, but unlike everyone else in the room who furrowed their brows in an attempt at neutrality, you made a face. You looked absolutely exasperated about the announcements he made, and all of it right next to the Pope himself. Mario Assente found himself positively amused by what he was seeing- who in their right mind would let their face slip in direct proximity of the most powerful person the church had to offer, both in worldly and spiritual matters? He wondered if anybody else saw this.
It reminded him of one of those comedic movies in which someone was on the brink of danger but somehow kept adverting it despite the ridiculous nature of their own obliviousness.
Mario usually found himself annoyed at the stupidity of others. This time however he was a little entertained by it.
The speech eventually ended, surprisingly so without any denouncements in light of the Pope's ever disruptive new ideas. He and everybody else was free to stand and leave again, a river of red robes and hats trailing towards the open wooden doors now.
Murmur filled the space the Pope's voice took up before. Assente had no doubt that Voiello's head was already swirling with ideas to compensate and manipulate the decisions being publicized to all of them today. The state secretary really did not do well in the face of his poor endorsement running amok now.
While he assimilated into the crowd and walked out into the hallway, his eyes caught onto that priest once more, holding the door open with an adverted gaze yet again. The thought struck him that you may not deem your expressions all too visible if you simply looked away. Maybe that was why you took up the risk of getting send to Alaska then and there just now.
As soon as he looked outward into the hallway again though, there were a few people already swarming a fiercely whispering Voiello. The need for a cigarette was dawning on his body now that he was finally free to go after the speech, he sighed as if his lungs were trying to compensate for the urgent lack of poison in them.
While he went outside, he did not notice that there was a pair of eyes following him up till the arches that parted the stone hallway from the lush Vatikan gardens. He stepped outside and squinted at the sun, and he was yet again glad that the robes of Cardinals allowed for pockets as he fumbled for the sleek metal cigarette case.
Days after the Pope's speech his fingertips searchingly touched upon the same metal case, sitting on a bench within the little garden maze. The air was cold and the sky above promised rainfall sooner than later, but he couldn't be bothered to be anywhere inside now. Sometimes the only sort conversation these people were capable of resembled the sort of chatter that schoolgirls had behind each other's backs. But outside he could have his cigarette in peace- they always tasted better to him in the cold.
When the first drops started to fall though, he opened his eyes with a twinge of annoyance since he thought he had some more time left smoking before it started. Standing up abruptly he searched for some place to stand under and headed over to the Pavilion in the midst of the maze.
The gravel made a sound beneath his feet, pace fastening now while the rain rapidly increased and threatened to drench his cigarette. When he finally made it underneath he took the cigarette out of his mouth to find that the flame hasn't been extinguished yet. "Thank god" he muttered, not the most favorable reason to show gratitude to God today, but a very genuine one at least.
The rain pleasantly drummed against the roof of the Pavilion, soon his attention was diverted by the sound of gravel again. A muffled sound of cussing, someone stepping upon the stone floor next to him- Assente looked to his side to see the young Priest from a few days ago. He was catching his breath from running and his arms were tightly wrapped over something he seemed to be holding against his chest. "Jesus" he crouched down and let what he was holding fall on his lap- both his and Assente's eyes gazing upon the little paper notebook he had seen you with before. It seemed unscathed by the rain, your relieved smile was confirmation for it.
You looked up and were met with his gaze, and he could see your eyes widen the slightest bit. You had thick hair with some wet strands that stuck to your skin and a hint of smile lines that would deepen with age. If you weren't already flushed by the run, your face would have betrayed how Cardinal Assente's attentive eyes made you feel right now.
"Your Eminence" you minded your manners again, rising up to your feet with a respectful nod. He didn't reply right away, looking at you for another moment before he took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled the smoke into the cool air.
"What have you been writing down before the Pope's speech the other day?" Assente inquired now, turning his body to face yours. You were visibily surprised that someone had noticed. "I didn't write anything, I was drawing actually." You admitted, earning you a curious humm.
"May I see?"
His request was quite forward, but the comment from his colleague the other day did leave him thinking. Was that a test to see if the alleged interest from another man would get a rise out of him? If so, that meant some within the church did have suspicions about his sexuality. An unsettling possibility that he wanted to put to a rest.
What he did not expect was how forward your reply was.
"If you lend me a cigarette you may."
His brows raised in surprise, but you met his expression with a smile that bordered on cheekiness. Assente blinked, taken aback by the way you talked despite there being a major difference in rank between the two of you. None of the other subjects in the Vatikan other than his colleagues or the Pope himself ever dared to put on a bold attitude like that. And yet, he oblidged the trade and handed you a cigarette out of his case. He put his own back between his lips and looked for the lighter, frowning soon at his inability to find it on him. It must have gotten lost in the garden.
You seemed to have picked up on that, yet you simply stepped closer to him with the cigarette in your mouth, and you did something even more sassy than before: you leaned in to light your cigarette with his own.
Assente stared in bewilderment as he looked upon the other man leaning in. He took a step back in shock, heels quietly scratching over the floor in the hurried motion he took in reaction to the sudden proximity. You had crossed your arms behind your back and tilted your face upwards to his much taller self- he almost felt nauseous by how much this send his heart racing.
Did he give in to feign apathy to the gesture? Or because he didn't hate taking that step back in your direction, leaning down towards you until the lit part of his cigarette met yours?
His eyes were looking down on you while he did so, you in turn adverted your eyes once more with reddened ears poking out from your wet mop of hair. You keep looking away even though you're the one doing these bold things, Assente thought to himself.
Your cigarette ignited as well shortly, leaving him to retreat again quickly. "So?" He was the first to say something again, reminding you of your trade. "Ah, yes." You handed over the notebook with the expression any artist would sheepishly show another person their work.
He turned it over until the first page, he wanted to see all if he had the opportunity to do so now. That made you in turn cough in a fit of concealed panic since you were under the impression that he would only look at the most recent pages. You didn't stop him though, even your confidence had bounds when it came to your superior and you couldn't just.. take it from his hands.
The Cardinal found that you had picked out some details from the Architecture to draw. He had to think to remember where he had seen them, but he recognized almost all of them from different parts of the Vatikan. Amongst these pages he found little drawings from around the grounds, one of them depicting some Nuns playing Basketball. It showed one of them seemingly about to score a goal, the vigor of it all actually pretty well depicted.
He sat down and flipped through the pages slowly, taking his time to look over them deliberately. While doing so he took a seat on the stone bench behind you and discarded some of his cigarette ash. "You are good at this." He noted and looked up briefly to your tense looking self, inhaling your cigarette quite strenuously in light of what was to come. "Thank you"
There even was one picture of the Pope and Sister Mary walking side by side from the back. It may be the only depiction of himself that the Pope has not yet confiscated. You were lucky for not being caught for that one either. Assente turned a few more pages when he got to the one thing that made him pause.
It was actually a drawing of him, several to be more specific, across the two pages spanning next to each other. One of them depicting him while smoking in profile, just like he was now, with his brows furrowed in what seemed to be agitation of what was being said to him by the person hinted at next to him. The Cardinal was looking at you now, you could tell without having to look, which was very much what you intended to keep doing now.
Admitting to this any more than you had to by letting him see it in the first place was something you intended to avoid now. But your face was still just as telling as it has been a few days back, only now there was a treacherous blush gracing this terrible Pokerface of yours.
"And how long do you think you can avoid looking at me now?"
You exhaled smoke in one rapid breath and turned to face him with your back instead. "Until god has mercy and takes me out with a strike of lightning, I suppose"
The older man chuckled in response, a rare occurrence in light of his stoic personality. By the rustling sound of fabric behind you, you could tell he stood up now. The Notebook was then held out in front of you, Assente easily looking at it over your shoulder. "Why did you choose this moment?" he asked, sparing you the question why you dedicated two pages to him unlike the other subjects in this book. You sighed and took it from him. When you turned around however you weren't met with any dismay or irritation, what you witnessed in the elegant features you had tried to convey on paper was something.. else.
His jaw was clenched, eyes attentive but withholding of the true reaction he had towards seeing this. It gave you a momentary sense of freedom in the way you answered now.
"I noticed that even in your attempts at neutrality you have something intense about you. But in this moment you weren't holding back as much" you took a last drag of your cigarette and put it out on the stone wall next to you, "I thought you looked nice"
Every one of the Cardinals was under constant observation of one another here, constantly suspecting each other of things they thought to be good pressure points. Even the most outgoing individuals amongst them had learned to hold back to some extent, especially if they had managed to secure themselves an important position.
So to have someone see and find beauty in what he would deem weakness felt almost outlandish.
He felt the urgent need to retreat trying to stir his limbs away, because parts of him wanted to reach out instead. You were either bait or a fool and he didn't quite know what to think about it.
The rain had cleared without you noticing, the constant drum on the roof above your heads ceasing in favor of others now roaming the maze as well. Their voices reached your attention now, both turning your heads when you realized.
"Cardinal Assente" not 'your Eminence' anymore, he noticed, and braced himself for whatever you were to say now. You send him a smile and clutched the Notebook to your chest again. "Thank you for the cigarette"
With that you left the Pavilion, and moments after the black robe that cloaked you disappeared behind the greenery of the maze.
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