I was struck with inspiration and just had to draw what Shopkeep probably looked liked when he figured out he could fly in @phantomfairs winged au
(I went just a little crazy under the cut)
There was no way he was normal when he found out that he could manipulate his glitches to a certain degree despite how much pain it causes
He can handle it, he will handle any pain if it means he can fly. Anything for the ability to fly...nobody will expect it out of him, not when he has one wing.....but that doesn't matter anymore, now does it?
In reality, he probably doesn't fly super often and it's mostly in short bursts. He most likely has to train his pain tolerance to be able to handle the cost of flying but it's a cost he doesn't mind paying
Feel free to tell me if I'm wrong, I just thought this was fun and I'm a sucker for wings
you are the resident glove maker at the abbey and cardinal terzo comes to you with a curious request.
a/n: glove maker is a real job. i said so. i mean, at least at at the abbey. so there is violence and blood here. terzo is not very nice, ya know. we got some smut too!!! so mdni! 18+! this is about 2.7k words. ao3 link :) it has been a long time since i've been able to post something and i am feelin proud of this!
“This won’t do, Sorella.” Terzo scowls and throws the glove at you, narrowly missing your face as you duck. “They are far too loose!” He throws the other glove, this time hitting his target (your face) with a soft “pfft”. You snatch the gloves into your hand, balling it up into a first. He has been so difficult about these damn gloves, so particular even though most of his requests would make his day to day work uncomfortable.
“If I make them any tighter you won’t be able to bend your fingers, Cardinal.” You slap the gloves onto your workspace and flop on your stool, hands running through your hair. “Is that what you want, Cardinal? To not be able to move your fingers when we both know that is something you do frequently?” The way you’re speaking to him is bound to get you in trouble but the man is being completely unreasonable. He growls and moves so quickly into your space, his hand slamming right in front of you.
“Do you want to be punished, Sorella? Or do you want to feel my fingers for yourself?” He rasps leaning closer to you as he bares his teeth. You’ve never been this close to him before and you take in his appearance. His usual neat, raven hair is spilling into his face and the black paint around his eyes is somewhat smudged from his sweaty frustration. Still, you can’t help but look at his pillowy lips and then into his mismatched gaze — it’s always hard to resist the Third.
“I would like neither, thank you.” You aren’t about to give him what he wants after disrespecting you, despite heat spreading underneath your skin. “What I would like is for you to be realistic about these gloves. I am really doing my best.” You sigh and pick up the gloves, looking over them in your hands. He had requested golden stitching to accent black leather gloves and you are pleased with the work you’ve done so far, despite Terzo’s protests.
He growls deep in his chest and plants his hand on your shoulder as he slinks behind you. A chill runs down your spine as his hand grips your other shoulder, feeling his hot breath on the top of your head. Terzo digs his nails into your skin through the fabric of the habit, causing you to give a small squeak. You try to wriggle out of his grasp but he’s not letting you go, only pressing his fingers even harder into you. He lowers his mouth right to your ear, taking a moment to take in your scent before giving a gravelly hum.
“You will create exactly what I am asking, Sorella.” Terzo hisses, his lips grazing your ear. “If you do not do what I ask, I will have no choice but to punish you, hmm? This has taken far too long already.” His mouth travels down your ear to where it meets your neck. “I feel you might be a glutton for punishment, Sorella. Do you desire being sliced into for the upcoming harvest ritual, hmm? You desire to be beneath my blade?” You suck in a sharp breath, your hands clutching onto the dismissed gloves.
Even though he could seem aloof about his clerical duties, Terzo is extremely talented with ritualistic carvings of the flesh and always flaunted it. He is also able to convince Papa Emeritus the Second on who exactly should be given the “honor” of laying upon the altar beneath him, usually having either his most devoted followers or those that have wronged him and you can guess what he does to the latter. Even after a strong “talking to” from Sister Imperator each time, he gets away with it.
“I’ll make the gloves to your specifications, Cardinal.” You say in a hushed voice. His grip on your shoulders loosen and he drifts one hand to lightly caress your neck, his sharp nails grazing the sensitive skin. “I do not desire to be beneath your blade.” Your voice is even quieter this time, giving a sharp gasp as his nail scratches against your neck. His one finger pushes your cheek and forces you to turn your head to face him.
“Va bene.” His lips curl into a cruel smile. “I look forward to what you have for me next time, bella.” Terzo is back to his charming self, one hand leafing through his perfect black hair. He gives you a wink that makes your skin crawl and leaves you to your work.
***
You stare down at the new gloves you made for the Cardinal. They are not what he asked for but divine inspiration had taken you over. They are not stitched with gold but they are as tight as he had asked for, almost perfectly fitting your own hands. Instead of the stitching, shiny gold nails had been affixed to the tips of the fingers. Terzo had given you wounds from his nails the last time you saw him and you thought of them each time you went to work on his gloves. That thought worked into your brain and took on a life of its own.
And now, here they are. Gloves that Terzo did not ask for that are seemingly teasing you. You run your finger along one golden nail, resting at the top and you press down, pricking yourself from the sharpness of it. You bring the finger to your face and watch the blood drop form, then you quickly lick it off. So many scenarios run through your mind but they all end the same way: on the altar beneath Terzo while he glares down at you, a mischievous sparkle in his green eye.
He will be arriving soon. Maybe you could delay the inevitable some way. You could tell him that now is a bad time, that you’ve fallen ill… perhaps you could even “disappear” for a few weeks before resurfacing with the requested gloves. But your heart is set on the golden nails. They are so him, even if it’s not exactly what he wanted. You take a seat behind your desk, your eyes unable to break away from the gloves, the tips of them twinkling in the dim light.
You must have lost track of time because suddenly the door to your office is creaking open and he is there. Your eyes snap up to him, a blank expression on your face. Terzo’s cassock is unbuttoned enough that you can see the top of one of his pecs, speckled with dark chest hair. You’re too nervous to notice. His eyes dart to the gloves in front of you and he stalks closer, flickering his attention from you to the gloves and back.
“They aren’t what you asked for, Cardinal, but they are you.” You surprise yourself by how strong your voice sounds. Terzo licks his lips and reaches for one of the gloves, tenderly picking it up and running his fingers over the smooth texture. He examines the glove, his expression confused but curious, his eyes glossing over the sparkling, gold nails. He looks to you again as he knits his brows together.
“Let me, Cardinal.” You stand slowly and walk over to him, tender hands taking the glove from him and starting to slip it on. There is something intimate about your fingers running over his strong hands as you slip the glove on, making sure to pull it as tight as possible. You zip them up, the zipper being located on the back of the hand next to his thumb to ensure maximum tightness. A soft sigh escapes his lips, seemingly due to the glove fitting incredibly tight, too tight for him to form a fist.
“This will do, Sorella.” He purrs, examining the sharp gold nails. Dark eyes meet yours as he looms closer to you. “But, ah, this is not what I asked for, as you said.” Terzo leans forward and takes a gloved finger to rest underneath your chin. “Do you enjoy disobeying me?” A breath catches in your throat as he tips your head up to look at him.
“I set out to give you what you requested but inspiration took over, Cardinal. I stand by them.” You suck in a breath, his hand moving from your chin to your cheek and he presses a nail to the skin. “Careful, they’re sharp.” He nicks you and you give a yelp, causing a small cut on your cheek. A low growl rumbles up from Terzo’s chest, his hand moving to the back of your neck as he leans in and kisses the bleeding cut on your cheek. The ache that had been slowly building between your thighs is almost unbearable now, your breath hitching and your face growing hot beneath his lips.
“They are, as you say, me. I’ll leave you, if you would like. Or… I could stay and give you a reward and perhaps a punishment for the work you’ve done.” He purrs against your cheek then pulls away enough that he can look into your eyes, his hot breath against your flushed face. “The choice is yours, Sorella.”
He isn’t giving you much of a choice, is he? You’re aware of his reputation among the clergy and there’s a reason why despite being a cardinal he has a horde of siblings coming and going from his quarters, following him around the abbey and indulging him in whatever he wants. You would be lying if you said you haven’t thought about his face between your legs or his cock between your tits before. Terzo has this way about him that brings something fresh, dangerous and sexy to the Abbey, which is why people are so drawn to him, yourself included, even after all the trouble he’s given you about these damn gloves.
You don’t respond, instead you reach for his already unbuttoned cassock and tug him into you, crushing your lips against his. Terzo falters, caught off guard for a moment until he regains his composure, his gloved hand feathering into your hair and scraping against your scalp. Your tongue tangled with his and you can’t help but moan at the taste of him, a spicy cinnamon with a hint of sweetness. He uses his free hand to cup your ass and force you to move backwards giving a small yelp at his sudden strength. You stumble backwards as he takes control of the situation, still clutching your hair tightly in his gloved hand.
Terzo bites at your lower lip, dragging his sharp teeth against it and you whimper against him, your hands digging into the fabric of his cassock, pulling it apart even more. He practically tosses you onto the small couch in your office and climbs on top of you. You gasp, your eyes wide and your lips parted as you stare up into his devilish eyes. Terzo presses his hips firmly against yours and starts to slowly circle his hips, feeling him rut against you through your habit.
“Fuck, Terzo.” You whine as you struggle in his grasp. His chest rumbles with a low growl, letting go of your hands and beginning to claw at your habit with his gloved hand tearing through the fabric with ease. Terzo dips his head down, his tongue laving over where your neck and shoulder meet with a soft groan. You have wriggled your habit off of you and you’re now working diligently on the rest of his cassock, shoving it off his shoulders. He sits up, his hips keeping you pinned beneath him as he rips your habit completely off. Your eyes are wide, cheeks flushed while he hovers above you, his eyes roaming your naked body hungrily.
Terzo grabs you by the wrists and pins them above your head with his ungloved hand. The feeling of being in danger rings out in your brain, the look on his face different than you’ve ever seen it before. He presses the gold nails to your stomach, his wild eyes focused on your face as he rakes them down to your abdomen. Tears spill from your eyes and you cry out in pain, feeling blood seep from the wounds. He moans deep in his throat and lets go of your wrists only to reach for your panties and frantically tears them off of you. You’ve hardly come down from the pain you’re feeling when he pushes into you with one quick thrust.
You aren’t able to adjust to his size before he starts fucking you, his arms curling around your body to hold you close to his chest, panting into your ear. You grip onto the back of his shoulders, your own nails digging into the skin as you sob, the pain and pleasure mixing in a way that feels delicious. His hips snap into you at a brutal pace and you feel your muscles tighten, the building pleasure causing heat to spread through your body. He growls into your ear, his mouth dipping just where your earlobe and neck meet to bite and suck at the flesh.
In an instant, he sits up and pulls you with him, situating you on his thighs and resting both hands on your waist. His hips jerk, his cock massaging your inner walls as he uses your hips to slam you down onto him with every thrust. You’re able to finally get a look at him – his hair a mess, falling into his face and his cheeks flushed. Terzo’s eyes are blown wide with lust, his chest rising and falling with breathy moans. Speaking of chest, his is smeared with your blood that you’ve forgotten about by now but the very sight of it causes you walls to flutter around him.
“Oh, Sathanas.” He rasped, his grip on you tightening as he floods you with his cum. Terzo’s head drops to your shoulder, his body slumping against you. You are panting heavily, your heart racing. He slips his hand between the two of you, his lips finding your shoulder as he presses against your swollen clit. Your back arches from the contact, a deep moan rolling from your lips. He works his thumbs in quick circles on your bud, his teeth biting at your shoulder with a low growl. Your body tenses, holding onto him so tightly as you whimper, your head feeling light and your eyes fluttering open and shut.
Your vision blurs and a shockwave grips your body, his name screaming from your lips as you reach your climax. You slump against him, your skin glistening with sweat and your body quivering while you come down. He carefully lifts you off of his cock, some of his speed spilling down the inside of your thighs. You lean against the back of the couch, your eyes glassy as you gaze back at him, a light smirk playing on his lips.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it, sister?” He moves forward, a hand grabbing you by the back of the head and pulling you into a hungry kiss. You let him take you, his tongue probing every inch of your mouth. Terzo pulls away about an inch, only to give you a playful nip to your nose and then stands. You slump against the couch, feeling like a complete and total mess, your body still tingly from the sensation and there is a dull burning pain on your abdomen from his scratches.
He saunters over to your desk and reaches for the other gloves, tucking it into his pocket. You are still catching your breath, your hair tousled and your busy flushed read. Terzo’s eyes studying you, still smirking because he likes what he sees.
“Grazie, sorella. I will be sure to come to you if, eh, they ever need repairing… or if you want to play again.” He waggles his fingers at you, the golden nails that are now stained with your blood shining in the dim light. You lay down on the couch and give him a lazy wave. Terzo gives a low chuckle, amused by your response and leaves your office, his chest still covered in your blood and his cassock left on the floor.
You exhale slowly, finally able to get your bearings now that he is gone.
tw: horror/body horror (no gore) and decay + Tv static which might affect sensitive eyes ‼️
my version of michael afton, aka the best fnaf character aka mr british corpse man, theres no background because i literally couldn't think of one so yiepe
