Lumiere

ׂ╰┈➤ This obsession of his started way before entering the entity’s realm as you were a former private detective who was sniffing a bit too close to the crime scenes and were getting close to who was committing these heinous acts. At first it started as a subtle shift in those who he killed as they weren’t random anymore rather taking an odd appearance that similarly looked or acted like you.

ׂ╰┈➤ After getting caught by the fog and joining into the realm. His obsession only grew more and more as it seemed that the entity was favoring him and his cruelty to the point of no return where it only increased during rounds where he would purposely leave you to bleed out and make you act as bait for other survivors to them quicker out so he could spend more time with you.

You sat down on one of the tree stumps closer to the crackling firewood of the small bonfire that never went out. It felt like hours or days but they had been too difficult to count as you were waiting to start another round with your teammates that were still getting ready and choosing the items that they wanted to take to get a successful round done. You heard it-- an audible click and flash from a camera. 

“Can’t you just leave me alone!” You turned your head to look into the misty woods. “It’s getting annoying.”

It happened again. Another click of a camera, he was doing it on purpose again. He always does this on purpose as the entity gave him a camera to stir a reaction from you. You felt a large grip on your bicep, pulling you back into the misty woods. You gasped in pain as a thick root of a tree knocked the wind out of your lungs, looking up to see Danny Johnson; the infamous serial killer nicknamed by newspaper Ghostface and the reason why you even entered the fog to catch him. He was crouched down next to you, observing and purposely pressing on an open wound on your forehead as you smacked his hand away. You got up, huffing with each breath as you somehow dodged the knife that was now stuck in the trunk of a tree; just scraping your cheek.

You ran towards the bonfire but Danny had managed to yank you back and you grabbed your flashlight that you hadn’t used in the previous round to smack him upside the temple as you didn’t realize that power of the hit somehow managed to knock off the ghostface mask. His face still somehow looked obscure as if something was preventing your eyes from looking at it. It felt similar to a showdown--you took a step back and he took a step forward. 

He stepped closer and closer till you and him were inches apart. You don’t know how it happened but it blossomed into an unforgiving kiss.

The kiss was bloody, his face was bleeding from where you had hit him that was bleeding into the kiss. The mixture of saliva and the metallic taste of blood was oddly soothing in a strange and disturbing way. Your hands were tangled into his hair as he pressed deeper into the kiss, his lips began nipping at the soft skin of your neck. Your gasps left your lips in a rushed and pleasured manner as he only seemed to want it more. He wanted more of your sweet noises that he hadn’t heard before; this was different from the cruelty he inflicted on you and others. 

It was like any other ordinary round. You had gotten used to the stinging sensation of pain whenever the hunters would slice, jab and cut your skin that often felt like cloth rather than the soft plump skin that stretched with each movement of your body. Your gloved hands typed on the cipher machine, the cipher was only half way finished and the rest of your teammates were sent back to the manor.

You heard that familiar humming and the subtle noise of shoes dragging across the muddy terrain of the ruins of the courtyard in the Sacred heart hospital. It felt that somehow he caught up so very quickly and you were already downed; that familiar feeling of heaviness in your stomach grew and grew. It was so very odd, this feeling never happened before not since that day of the letter luring you to the Oletus manor. It was him, Antonio; a former lover of yours prior to the chains that bound him to the royal family’s orchestra.

You only hoped that he did not recognize you as it was a part of your disguise to strip away everything that made you, yourself and to become someone else. He never took the tearing of the relationship well.

His long black hair tendrils shoved you into the rocket chair, he’d stopped humming before saying these words.

“It’s so good to see you again, [Name].”

The color drained from your face when he said those vile words, the words that shattered the peace that you had been holding in so tightly to the point where your palms bled. The false identity that you had crafted was shattered.

Back at the manor in your room, You sat on your bed, staring out the window. Looking below into the entrance that was worn down. It was only moments before you were formed at a table with double the amount of survivors. It was Duo hunters, the dread disappeared as you adjusted yourself in the chair while your eyes looked over to the purple curtains that covered the section from where the hunters were located. But you stared at the curtain, doubt formed as your mind started to see a stitched hand peeking from the darkness.

You were close to the sand on lakeside village, trembling hands typing on the cipher machine.

Your shoes sunk into the sand, that familiar glow of purple started, crouching behind a pallet. You could hear the humming so loud as if he were behind you, staring holes in the back of your head. You turned around and breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t there. You went back to decoding the cipher machine, typing on the typewriter and hoping that your teammates were doing the same.

You ran from your finished cipher machine to the next one which was on the ruined boat. A pained gasp escaped your lips, tugging on your leg that was caught in the bear trap while the tears swelled in your eyes.

You groaned feeling the familiar hook pulling you up the metal stairs, scrambling to run as the faint smell of the red powder covered the both of you. You scrambled down below deck, colliding into a frail chest and you looked up to see him. Standing there and smiling as if waiting for something to break the odd silence that was formed.

“I’m not letting you escape me again,” he coaxed.

His hair tendril carried you towards a rocket chair before purposely letting you flopping onto the ground and then to balloon you once more as if teasing you that you’ll be chaired. You managed to run away from him, the shrill notes of his violin kept getting closer and closer till the burning pain of the red line smacked your back causing you to collapse to your knees.

“I missed so much.” He stood in front of you. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Why?” He pestered,"So you can vanish again like you did previously?”

“You don’t understand. I had to leave—“

“Leave me? Why, I provided everything to satisfy your needs.”

“When have you ever done that? When you weren’t gambling it away..”

“Don’t be like that. I never used your flaws against you…”

“Yes, you have!”

“When?”

“That time when…I doubt that you’d remember. I have to go.”

“Why are you leaving me again?” His hand loosely gripped yours. “Don’t you feel that pull? That pull of wanting to see each other again?”

You pulled your hand away from him, looking at him; refusing to admit the pull that had once comforted you all those years ago. It was like an uncutable string that tied you and him together.

“You do feel that pull, you don’t want to admit it.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Surely, then you don’t mind if I pay you a visit in your room?” He leaned towards you. “To see if you can deny these feelings that have been boiling for years it seems..”

His shoes were no longer dangling and dragging on the floor as now they had held weight to it. Each step towards you, each step towards the imaginary veil that you didn’t pull off from your eyes to see him.

It bloomed into a frenzied romance. His long tendril hair wasn’t tendrils as it was just long hair that he loosely pulled back. The dampness started in your pants as he sat down on your bed with you on his lap, lips still kissing. His lips kissed your neck, up and down.

“No one else kissed you like this?” He coaxed.

“No…no, nobody.”

Antonio cupped your backside, nimble hands groped and squeezed it. His fingers caressed your clothed slit, running down and up the seam.

“Already wet?” His finger pressed against the clothed clit, going in circular motion. “I haven’t even done anything yet. Get undressed, I need to see my girl.”

Your legs were shaking as you got off of him, taking off every bit of your clothes. You sat down on the upper half of the bed, legs spread wide open. Your eyes saw Antonio inch closer as his nimble fingers dragged up and down your wet folds; a sudden groan escaped from your lips as his slender fingers inserted into your walls. His thumb played with your clit and the squelching noise was the only sound in the room.

Your legs trembled as moans escaped your lips; his fingers continued hitting that spot that made you close your legs. His spare hand lightly smacked your inner thigh to open your legs once more. Your legs were open once more as he pulled back his hands; his hands undressed himself.

His thin and lanky body was revealed to you in glory, his cock was already leaking with precum. His tip rubbed against your folds before slowly inserting himself into you.

“You…feel good,” he whispered, “just like I remember.”

“oh… fuck,” you moaned out.

You saw the red blush bloom across his face, it had been so long. Breathing in and out as his tip started to hit that spot that made you spasm in pleasure.

It felt like the old days, the way that his cock began to hit and hit the spots that made you unravel and made your mind go blank. Your legs wrapped around his hips as it felt that you and him had become one in the moment. Sloppy kisses were exchanged as his spare hand started rubbing your clit; up and down in a circular motion.

Imagine being the favorite of Franco’s other than Honey Island Jenny that could handle his tempers. You wore the outfit that was his favorite and it had been a couple days ago since the relationship was established.

You fixed him, his usual wolf’s milk that consisted of gin, milk, egg whites and amaretto.

“Ah, marone,” he groaned. “That hits the spot.”

The hotel room reeked of what happened moments earlier, smelling of sweat that clung to yours and his body. It took you a moment to register what came from his lips as the tingly sensation that made you weak was still lingered through your body. Your hands sifted through the brochures that rested on the bedside table about local tourist attractions in Cuba.

“I have to go get something from the store. Do you want anything?”

He shook his head; no but you could feel his blue eyes burning into your skin as you were buttoning up your clothes, pulling on your shoes.

You held the shopping bags in your hands, watching the police pull out a bloodied and nude Franco from the motel room, the same police that would accept Franco’s bribes were shoving him into the back of a cop car.

But your eyes darted to the unfamiliar man who stood there, trying to blend in with the crowd but you managed to catch a glimpse of his face; one blue eye and the other brown.

The stronzo that Franco had been telling you about for a couple of weeks prior was real. But, you had brushed it off as him being paranoid from the incident with his father yet, he stood. Turning around and looking straight at you with a deadpan expression.

Imagine waking up being strapped to a metal gurney, the restraints that only increased your fears. You saw the doctors enter, backs facing you as they seemed to be preparing something. You opened your mouth to say, shout or even spit at them but you could not speak.

Your voice was reduced to grunts and heavy groans.

“So he wants us to make them the objective?” One doctor inquired about the other.

“Yes, it says right here.” Their gloved hand pointed to the clipboard on the counter. “Clean them up a bit and incase their feet in concrete.”

“It’s for Franco?” They turned around for a mere moment before turning back around. “I thought they would have been for Kress or Liliya…”

‘Franco?’ You thought,’They know your Franco?’

You managed to get one of your hands free from a restraint that had been loose.

“You didn’t—“

“They looked alright!”

You tried to tug free your other hand as the noises of their shared blame echoed through your mind. The overwhelming thoughts swirled through your head, trying to piece together the ideas of why, who, and how.

The sharp prick stung your arm. It felt like a blur, the waves of a cold slumber only seemed to rush up to your face like a harsh smack rather than a comforting embrace.

Your eyes winced underneath the lights of the stage, dried blood was embedded into the wooden floor. Your eyes looked around the theater, it seemed to be an x rated show with you being the topic.

Your head turned to the noise of footsteps echoing on the red carpet, your eyes widened seeing the dirty white suit, purple blouse; it was Franco. your Franco.

“Franco?”

“They got you too?”

“You’ve got to get me out of here.”

Franco kicked around, getting up on the stage. His gloved hand held your face; a rare soft moment that was often nonexistent.

“You won’t let them do this to me, right?”

Joseph’s calloused hands pulled up the chain link fence as you crawled through the hole in the fence. He helped you up, your hands interwoven with his. Your eyes widened at the sight.

It was a mall that had been taken over by lush greenery, the vines wrapped around the walls and covered the mall sign that was already worn down from the decades since the great disaster.

“I didn’t know that these still existed,” you said.

“I found it for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes.” His thumb rubbed in a circular motion on your knuckles. “I thought it would be good for us to relax. I checked before and it was desolate.”

You smiled at him, that familiar smile that often made him weak in knees after what you had witnessed days prior. The dried blood still clung to your shoes as he tugged you forward to stop being trapped in your thoughts after that day.

“You know what happened wasn’t your fault?”

“I know but—“

“No buts.” He pulled you closer. “They were trying to get our supplies. We were…were in a dire situation.”

Joseph walked in the rundown mall with you close in hand while on his side was a broken down camera that he had been fixing up to keep his mind occupied.

The crunch of shattered glass echoed throughout the quiet mall as you looked around at the ruined beauty of the mall. Old posters of the old world were faded but they must’ve been important at one point.

“Look.” You pointed to a clothing store that was somehow still closed. “Do you still have the bolt cutters?”

He nodded, walking to the closed clothing store.

“Can you keep watch?” He knelt down, pulling the bolt cutters from his backpack. “I know there’s nobody here but just in case.”

“Yeah.” You pulled out your weapon as you stood behind him. “I get it after what happened.”

The snap echoed throughout the mall, he pulled out the broken padlock and the noise of the metal shutter was a lost melody.

Joseph tucked the bolt cutters back into his backpack. He pulled his backpack back on his shoulders, his eyes widened—the clothing store was completely untouched. It was as if it was frozen in time.

But the clothing store seemed to specialize in old timey aristocratic fashions; waist coats, frilly dresses, and petticoats. Dresses were still on racks, different colors and designs embroidered on it.

“Let’s choose each other’s outfits so we can have a well deserved date?” He suggested.

You agreed and pulled out your flashlight to look around and to see what type of outfit that would look good on him. You pulled out a set which consisted of a dark blue coat and vest with intricate golden embroidery.

You walked over to him and handed him the clothes as he handed you; a beautiful set with matching embroidery. You walked over to the changing rooms, hearing him step into the changing room next to yours.

You took off your old clothes, groaning softly when you pulled up your stained shirt to reveal an irritated wound that was red and had dried blood. Hearing the door open and close, the footsteps stopped in front of your door.

“Do you need any help?”

“No, I got it.”

You finished getting ready, opening the door to see him dressed somewhat like an aristocrat and the clothing hugged your body in the right direction; seeing the faint pink blush appearing on his pale face.

“I…you look so handsome/beautiful.”

“Oh…thanks.”

You and Joseph walked around the ruined mall. He stopped at a perfect spot where the food court was; overgrown greenery wrapped around the chairs like nature’s thrones. You and him sat in front of each other, Joseph handed you a pull tab of your favorite meal in a can and he pulled a can from his pocket.

“This is a nice date,” you said.

“I’m glad you’re liking it, [Name].”

“You know that I love you, right?”

⚜︎ White Lily Cookie’s compliments would be subtle but so detailed as she would get more ideas

You awoke in the new kingdom; filled with houses, trains, and a dock. You wandered around the kingdom till you saw that familiar staff made from green wrapping around a freshly bloomed lily.

You ran through the field to reach her; your White Lily cookie. It had to be a cruel dream but there she stood, wispy white hair and that familiar braid that held Lily flowers with each plait.

“White Lily Cookie?” You gasped.

“Yes?” She turned around to you; that familiar smile spread across her face. “[Name] Cookie, it’s been too long.”

“It has.”

“You’re back,” you replied. “Last time we met you had become…”

“Dark Enchantress cookie,” she added. “How can you even be so kind after what I caused as her?”

“Because you still hold love for me and all of cookiekind,” you said.

“How do you know that my love remains the same for you as it does for all cookiekind?” White Lily looked away. “How do you know that this isn’t a facade from Dark Enchantress Cookie?”

“Because if you were Dark Enchantress Cookie, you wouldn’t be this kind towards anyone.” You leaned to her. “I know you, White Lily cookie.”

White Lily cookie looked at you with a smile; that familiar smile that made you swoon and fall in love with her. That cloud of self doubt that seemed to coat White Lily Cookie like a glaze seemed to melt away when she stepped close to you.

“You truly are the most beautiful cookie that I have ever known,” she complimented.

You pulled away from her as you felt the heat build up across your face. But she grabbed your hand and pulled you close to her.

[ blue means nsfw ]

Baird, Damon

18 + Imagine : You get down here and see how much you like it! (Gender neutral reader)

Fenix, Marcus

18 + Imagine : Just Calling in a Favor (Gender Neutral Reader)

Imagine : The Dream Of Tomorrow

Santiago, Dominic

Imagine being a new transfer and the sole survivor from your former team. Your fingertips ran over the fallen cog tags that had rested in your cog issued duffel bag that looked like it was about to tear apart.

The bumps of the broken roads had become a familiar sensation; up and down. You pulled from your breastplate, a worn photograph that had been worn down from your habits; a birthday and welcome home party in the same party surrounded during the only week of peace before emergence day. You remembered that day so vividly; the smell of a plain homemade cake with missing candles, the hugs given from family and the soft smiles mixed with long held laughter.

But it was only moments till a sinkhole had opened. You were alone again with only memories of the past that left marks on you.

The harsh stop of the cargo truck jolted you back to reality and the nervousness built in your stomach like a heavy weight; pressing down. You took a deep breath.

Stepping out of the truck, holding the same worn down straps of the duffel bag and in the other hand held a lancer coated in dried locust blood and dead hide tissue that stuck to the sharp edges of the chainsaw bayonet.

It was one of the few safe zones that still stood.

“You’re the new Lieutenant?” A voice chimed in with poorly veiled sarcasm.

You saw him; a blonde haired man with blue goggles on his forehead and wearing the familiar blue cog issued uniform.

“Yes.” You held out your hand for a handshake. “Are you a part of Kilo squad?”

He didn’t respond but he shook your hand.

It has been about two weeks since your arrival. Nothing new was coming, no news of an upcoming mission.

Kilo squad was getting to a breaking point; you and other members knew that it would be only moments till it would burst.

You lodged in a rundown apartment ground complex deemed safe by the COG, you and Baird shared the secondary rooms, the privates; Cole, Alonzo, Dickson, Jannis and Paduk shared the other rooms while the single cadet Hendrik’s room was closer towards the front, able to call for backup if needed.

The spare rooms were somewhat abandoned or occasionally filled with some from Jilane but one was a makeshift mechanical workshop.

You walked over to the workshop to fix something of yours, seeing nobody in there and placing the equipment back in its place— or that’s what you thought you did.

It had been a few hours. You heard your door open, looking at Baird who stood there.

“What are you—“

“When you use my things.” He stepped towards you. “Put it back in its correct place.”

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” You pressed.

His biceps squeezed around your neck and your nails dung into the tough skin.

“How did you even survive bootcamp, private?” He remarked. “I haven’t even tightened my hold on you. Already squeezing me…”

Your back was arched in an odd way that the standard gear armor ends that rode inches up revealing glimpses of your scarred stomach. Your hot breath grazed his covered forearm, mind wandering with each thrust of his hips smacking into your shuddering ones.

Your uniform pants were pooled around your ankles, the squelching noises echoed through the tiny room.

“What’s that, private?” He inquired. “I can’t hear you.”

“Oh—fuck,” you groaned out.

Black splotches bloomed like flowers throughout your vision, your cheek pressed against the throbbing vein on his forearm.