#I couldn't get him to stop coming at my feet. he kept following me around and wouldn't let me take a photo

[arttsuka]

No art today sorry. Now look at our dog.

[southlandvamp]

Good Enough to Eat (Remmick x F!Reader)

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI (you will be blocked), oral (f!receiving), period sex, teasing, humping, fingering, implied endometriosis (I'm projecting), fanon Remmick.

1.3k Words

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“Please, don’t make me beg.”

“Sounds like you already are, sweet thing.”

Remmick hadn’t fed in days. She knew what she was doing to him, refusing his touches, swatting away his hands, keeping him at arm's length; and the sickest part? He loved it. Loved it when she bossed him around, made him desperate for just the smallest instance of relief.

“One more day, Remmick. If you can’t last until tomorrow evening, help yourself to a chicken.”

He groaned, grasping onto her hand and placing a kiss on her palm. “You’re torturin’ me, sweetheart. Like asking a man dying of thirst to drink turpentine when a clean fountain is right there.”

“If you want it bad enough, then you’ll just have to wait.”

He could’ve cried, but he was far too proud to. Or, better described, wasn’t hungry enough to yet.

He finally realized what she was up to the next afternoon. He’d stayed cooped in the house during daylight hours, like always, and she only graced him with her presence when she needed some water or a quick bite to eat.

He could smell her as soon as she walked in the door. Dirt stained her hands and knees and the flyaway hairs stuck to the sweat on her forehead. There was another scent added to the mix, though; a metallic twang that only he could smell. That wicked little woman had waited until she was on the rag to let him feed.

She saw his eyes light up before she scoffed. “Don’t get excited just yet. Those weeds ain’t gonna pull themselves. You’ve still got three hours til sundown.”

“Sweetheart, please,” he followed her into the kitchen, licking his lips as she poured herself a glass of tea. “I’ll make you feel real good. Bet you’re hurting awfully bad, especially working so hard in this heat. Let me help you out.”

“You sound desperate, Remmick. Sure you don’t want me to bring that mean ol’ rooster in for you to snack on?”

"I want you, darlin', now, not later." he whined, approaching her and trying to kiss at her neck. She allowed him to, for a moment, until she felt his fangs scratching against her skin.

"Oh, you poor thing." She gave him a teasing pout, threading her fingers through his hair before pulling him away harshly. "As much as I'd love to stay in the house and love up on you, I've got to get back to my chores."

He paced the house for the next few hours, sometimes even daring to peek out the windows into the daylight for a split second before his skin began to burn. She kept her word, though, and as soon as the sun began to set, she came inside.

Just as he was about to pounce, she held up a hand, stopping him. "I think I need a quick wash before bed. Be waiting for me when I'm through, ok?"

He wanted to cry, and he was hungry enough to let himself go completely. Even she couldn't deny how pathetic he looked. His eyes glowed fiery orange in the dim lighting of the house and he was actually drooling for her. Still, he did as told and waited on the bed, hands shaking as he slowly undressed himself for her.

She didn't take too long washing up. She decided on what her mama used to call a whore bath, where she just scrubbed herself down with a wet rag instead of submerging herself completely in the tub.

She walked into the bedroom, naked as a jaybird with blood dripping down her legs and a towel draped over her arm. Remmick was on his feet as soon as she entered, snatching the towel and hastily laying it out on the bed. He was drooling even more now, fangs visible as he spoke while tugging her towards the bed. "Come on, sweetie. Let me take care of you, make you feel good."

She sat atop the towel, legs dangling over the side of the bed as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He rested his head against her knee, following the trail of blood up her legs with his fingertips. She relaxed at his touch. As much as she had put on a domineering facade these past few days, she was sore and hurting. Her monthlies had always been more painful and heavy than what most women experienced, and she was glad to finally be able to relax.

Remmick watched her wince as a cramp hit her. His hands were at her thighs now and the scent of her blood nearly drove him feral. He planted a kiss against her thigh, blood smearing his lips as he spoke. "Jus' lay back and relax. I got ya now."

He drove his face forward, licking a fat stripe up her cunt and collecting as much on his tongue as possible. She let out a shuddering sigh and slumped back on the bed, closing her eyes and focusing on the feeling of his mouth on her.

As much as he hated to admit it, it was worth the wait. The mix of her blood and slick satiated his hunger, both literally and sexually. He licked up her cunt again and again, groaning at the taste. He was stiff as a board now, cock straining against the fabric of his boxers as he pressed himself against her leg.

Her head swam as he brought his hand up, tentatively rubbing her clit in slow circles as he tongued her opening. He pulled away briefly, causing her to sit up and look down at him. His face was coated in her blood and wetness, chest rising and falling in heavy pants as he grinded himself against her. He caught her staring and flashed a toothy grin. "See what starving a man does to him?"

"I do," she giggled, causing more blood to spill. "I think I ought to do it more often."

He dove back in, this time focusing his tongue on her clit with rapid, featherlight kitten-licks. Her hips rose, begging wordlessly for more. He took the unspoken request seriously and moved his hand once more, fingers teasing at the opening of her cunt. He gathered the blood on his fingers and made sure that she watched as he licked them clean. Once he had, he slowly pushed them inside of her and curled upwards.

"Remmick, please..." Her voice came out in a high-pitched moan. "I need more, give me more."

"Look who's the desperate one now." He teased before going down on her again, fingers moving inside of her and playing her like an instrument. She was the one panting now; a thin sheen of sweat covered her skin as she hiccupped out moans and babbling praises.

"Jus' like that, don't stop. Please, don't stop."

"I ain't, baby, don't worry." His words sent vibrations against her skin and she squeezed even tighter around his fingers. Her release was near, he could feel it. His own hips stuttered at the thought of her cumming just from his tongue and fingers. He hissed, quickening the pace at which he humped her, like a damn dog.

Her moans grew in pitch and her hands flew down to grip onto the locks of his dark hair. He groaned, sucking at her clit as his tongue circled around it. Finally, he felt her spasm around his fingers as the warm liquid covered his hand and began to drip down his arm. She repeated his name like a prayer and didn't stop until he went over the edge, spilling out into his boxers and leaking through the fabric, onto her leg.

He kept going until she started pushing him away with shaky hands. "Hol-Hold on, gimme a minute."

He removed his hands and gave one last lick before pulling away completely. He was covered in blood now, all on his face, throat, chest, hands, and even his forearm. He watched her and waited for her to speak up, sucking the liquid gold from his digits. She looked down at him again and let out a tired laugh.

"I think we both need to wash up now."

"Lead the way, darlin'." He grinned. "Just gonna get messy again anyways."

[captain-bubble-wrap]

QUINN WORRIED ABOUT YOU AFTER AN ACCIDENT 😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬

This one broke my heart to write. I'm sorry it took me longer than expected to finish.

CW | Car accident descriptions and injuries.

It had all happened so quickly; the literal blink of an eye. 

You had the right of way but the driver in the other car never saw you. One minute you were excited for that evening's plans, and the next you were drifting between consciousness and not. The sounds of everything had been so loud that your ears were ringing to the point of near deafness. Both the driver's side and rear of the vehicle were crunched and crumpled inwards; all of the airbags had deployed throughout the interior. The whiplash from being hit had jerked your head so violently to the side there had been enough force to give you a concussion and the seatbelt would fracture your collarbone; your right foot and ankle were broken due to so much impact against the gas pedal they had snapped; your right knee would hit so violently against the center console it would tear your MCL. 

All in a matter of seconds. 

You were headed to the arena to watch the Canucks play at home. Now, you were headed to the hospital in an ambulance. Worst of it all, Quinn wouldn't know until the game was over that anything had happened to you. Once he got to the arena, he was off his phone until post-game and you, yourself, wouldn't want such news given to him mid-game anyway. However, right now, you weren't conscious enough to even have that worry. 

The game would result in a Canucks win over the Oilers but that high-note to the night would come to a devastating end when one of the team's athletic trainers would break the news to Quinn. Pulled into the hall, following his post-game media interviews, Quinn would find himself unsure of how to process what he had been told. The trainer monitored his star player, taking in every subtle emotional que he'd show, but it was mostly just blank stares and shaky hands. 

"Are you alright?" The trainer asked. "Can we do anything for you?"

"Uh...no-- no, I uh..." Quinn stuttered. He had processed what he had been told, but to make comment on it was proving impossible. "I've gotta...I need to--"

Noticing Quinn was trying to say he needed to go, the trainer filled in the blanks. "Let us know if there's anything you need, alright? Be safe getting there."

Quinn nodded before turning towards the dressing room. He'd nearly trip over his own feet in the process, catching himself on the wall behind him. Back inside the players room, Quinn said nothing to no one, kept his eyes down and tried to hurry yet everything he picked up he fumbled. 

A few of the guys would notice their captain's change in demeanor but just watched on, because no sooner was Quinn in the room, he was out, and running and wouldn't stop until he was in his car. 

He'd remain in a complete daze the whole drive to the hospital. Traffic was still congested around the arena and Quinn tapped nervously on the steering wheel, silently pleading for things to get moving. 

"Ah, come on, come on, come on!" He said exasperated, his palms sweaty with anxiety. 

Eventually, he'd fly into the parking lot, and make a break for the automatic doors of the hospital. 

"May I help you?" Asked the woman behind the desk. 

"My girlfriend was involved in a wreck this afternoon. I don't know her room number."

The woman eyed Quinn curiously. His hair was still wet with sweat, forehead still marked red from his helmet, and he was wearing the same clothes he wore beneath his gear. There simply hadn't been time to worry about changing. By now, the wreck had been near five hours ago, but he couldn't help when he had arrived or the state he was in. He gave your name and she scrolled through the directory to give him your room number.

"Second floor of the Pattinson building," she said, rattling off directions of how to get to the ICU building. Quinn retained some, but not all, of the twist and turns he needed to take and would have to get assistance in finally getting to you. Outside your recovery room, your mother sat talking to one of the nurses in charge. She'd nearly interrupt the nurse to get up and embrace Quinn without a second thought.

"Oh my god, Quinn! I'm so glad you made it!"

"How is she doing? What happened?" His voice cracked and was shaky.

"I don't know! She told me she was headed to the arena, then I got word that she had been in an accident. It's not good, Quinn. I mean, she's okay, but it was a really bad wreck. They had to cut the car apart to get her out!"

"I need to see her, may I?"

"She's awake now, yes." The nurse replied, Quinn having turned to her for the permission. 

"Do you mind?" He asked your mother, and she gave her well-wishes with tears in her eyes. He'd give her another hug before quietly entering your room following her blessing. 

"Quinn?" You said, your voice hoarse from the intubation tube and not above a whisper. 

"Oh...baby," he choked out, not getting far into the room before his feet stopped moving. You looked so broken, laying there connected to all manner of machine and he hadn't begun to prepare himself before walking through the door. 

Your vision was blurry from the concussion, but you knew his outline regardless of the double vision. Had you felt better, you would have lifted your arms to him, but every limb felt like it weighted one hundred pounds each. Instead, they'd remain by your side when he finally managed to approach you. 

"Sweetheart, I'm-- I'm so--," he couldn't speak through the tears. He put his head against yours on the pillow, nuzzling against your temple as gently as he could. His weeping completely took away his ability to speak an audible word. As best as you could, you'd turn your face toward his, although minimal due to the neck brace. 

You couldn't handle hearing him cry like that, in fact, you had never seen Quinn cry until now. His fingers didn't know where to go, not knowing if where he placed them to touch you would cause you pain so instead, they clawed into the mattress and sheets.

"Quinny?" You whimpered, struggling, being unable to reach out for him.

"I'm-- I'm here, I'm here," he managed, his lips grazing your cheekbone. Your skin was bruised and red from the airbags, and every time you took a breath it hurt. Your eyes finally locked on to one another's with Quinn finding it so hard to see you like this, and him being powerless to do anything for you. "I'm sorry I-- I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. Baby, I'm-- so sorry."

"It's not your fault. I'm just glad you're here now," you strained. Your throat felt like you hadn't had a drink in a week, but you had to talk to him. 

His cheeks were flushed red and streaked with tears that continued to fall without end. All you wanted to do was reach up and wipe them away but lifting your arm was slow and he would stop you halfway through. 

"No, no, baby, it's-- I'm okay," he shushed, gently coaxing you to return your arm back to where it had been. "Just-- just stay still, sweetheart."

Closing your eyes, you bit your bottom lip to try to keep from crying yourself. Your ribs hurt and crying would absolutely be too much to handle. 

"I love you so much-- so, so much," he confessed, brushing some hair from your forehead. "I'm so sorry this happened to you! I wish I-- I wish I could have been-- there for you." He struggled again to speak, a hand pressed to his mouth to somehow stifle the emotions that were getting the better of him. 

"I love you, Quinn."

"I don't want to imagine being without you, Y|N--! I'm so glad you're-- I'm so glad you're alright." He was struggling to take a breath now, gasping for small little breaths between breaks in his words. If only you could have embraced him. 

"I'll be okay," you reassured, your eyes getting watery. 

"No, no, please don't cry sweetheart," Quinn pleaded, seeing you tear up. "It's okay-- It's-- You're going to be okay. I'm going to take care of you, I promise."

Your mind was in a haze from pain meds and the trauma, but you remembered tonight's game would mark the beginning of a 3-game road trip for Quinn's team. "You're going to be gone."

"I could probably request leave," he said, struggling to regain his composure. 

"I don't want you to do that. They need you." Talking was getting harder and harder for you do, but as long as he was there, you'd keep talking to him.

"Baby, you need me more!"

Your eyes pleaded for him to understand where you were coming from. "I don't know how long I'm going to be in here, Quinny. I just want to go home!"

"Shh, shh, baby, don't cry. Try to relax, please! This is the safest place for you right now. Trust me-- I wish you were home, too. I wish this had never happened." Quinn's eyes were so red as he frowned looking at you, smoothing your hair to calm you. No amount of his kind words or gentle touches were going to help you right now, not as long as you had to lay in that hospital bed and he had to leave you there. Soon, there was a knock at the door.

"I'm sorry, but we're nearing the end of visiting hours," the nurse said regrettably, seeing the state you were both in. "They resume tomorrow morning at 8am."

"I'll come see you in the morning before we fly out, okay?" He reassured you, a soft kiss placed on your forehead. "I promise."

You'd give him the faintest nod you could as silent tears marked your cheeks. "I love you."

"I love you so much more, sweetheart."

- - - 

Quinn couldn't stay long the next morning. Your care had taken longer than was originally anticipated and he was forced to remain in the hallway until the nursing staff had finished what they needed to. When he was allowed in, he spent the entire time stroking your skin, almost like he had forgotten what you felt like beneath his fingers. He had missed your warmth in his bed, waking up beside you in the morning, and the sound of your voice in his apartment. Even though you had to spend long spans of time apart throughout the season, this hit so much differently. You were hurt, not yet out of the woods, and he couldn't be with you. Now he had to leave you for over a week and still remain focused on his job as if nothing had happened. 

"Here, I brought you something," he said, trying to give you a reassuring smile. "That hoodie you always steal from me."

Struggling, you gripped it beneath your fingers as he laid it across your chest. You could tell he had sprayed it with that Dior cologne you had bought him for Christmas. "It smells like you. Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome," he smiled, kissing your bruised cheek. "Hopefully it gets you through till I get back."

"I don't want you to go," you whined, for good reason. 

His smile faded quickly in a frown, fingers brushing hair away from your face, "I don't either. I talked to your mom this morning. She said if they released you before I got back, she's stay with you in the apartment. She said it would be too hard to take you back to their house because of all of the stairs."

You were thankful Quinn and your mother had such a good relationship. They meant the world to you, both of them, and it was going to take both of them to get you back on your feet. 

Eventually, he had to leave, so to make it to the airport on time and it hurt worse to watch him go today than it had last night. You knew it was because you wouldn't be seeing him tomorrow. 

"I'll call you every night, okay? Your mom said they recovered your purse from your car and she's going to bring it to you today."

"Oh, okay," you mumbled, your heart hurting from him starting his goodbyes. "Thank you."

He kissed you one more time, for as long as he could before finally having to be on his way. 

"Please, be careful," you urged, your fingers curling around the fabric of his hoodie. "I love you, Quinn."

"I love you, too, sweetheart. And I will. I'll be extra careful, promise." 

- - - 

The ten or so days Quinn was away passed by so slowly. The video calls with him had been a blessing although anytime you had to say goodbye it had ripped open those emotional wounds all over again. Your mother had brought you home two days ago and it had been nice to be back in the bed you shared with him, now if only he was there with you. Currently, you were laying near the middle of the bed, tucked in with your foot propped up with a pillow. You had just had a light lunch and taken the pharmacy worth of pills that had been prescribed for your recovery. Soon, you'd be drifting off for a nap at around the same time Quinn would be returning home. 

"I just got her asleep," your mom said after welcoming him. 

"How's she doing?"

She looked down, her lips pursed. "It's been a slow go of it, if I'm being honest. That concussion turned out to be a lot more severe than they had originally thought which has made her sleep schedule a nightmare. She cries all the time, she doesn't want to eat, and the pain has given her an attitude at times. I know a lot of it is because she misses you. I know my daughter, Quinn."

He let a soft sigh escape his lips. He couldn't blame you for how you were feeling, he had just hoped to have better news to come home to. 

"All of her meds and doctors instructions are on the counter. She won't need to take anything until dinner, aside from the pain pills. I'll warn you: she doesn't like to take them. She doesn't like how they make her feel, and she only really takes them if the pain gets unbearable."

"Okay, thank you. I appreciate everything you've done."

"Thank you, hon, truly. I'm happy she has you."

Once your mother left, Quinn locked the door, turned all the lights off and made his way to the bedroom. Quietly, he pushed open the door and leaned against the doorframe. Initially he smiled, but the longer he looked, the longer he was reminded of everything that had happened and the reason you were bed ridden. The neck brace was no more, but the bruises still remained, and the boot on your right foot and ankle. Your breathing was shallow when he walked over towards you, that's when he caught sight of you still clinging to that hoodie he had brought you like a security blanket. Carefully, he'd climb into bed and lay down facing you. His hand found your free one; his fingers trailing across your skin hoping to gently coax you from the faint sleep he hoped you had drifted off to. 

"Sweetheart, can you hear me?" He whispered, placing a kiss to your shoulder. "I'm home, baby." 

You managed a whimper, a sleepy kind of affirmation that you had heard something that had stirred you, but your eyes remained closed.

"Baby, it's me," he said again, this time his lips against your cheek. 

After a few more seconds of his fingers against your body your eyes would blink open, a smile instantly appearing. 

"Oh, Quinny!" you mumbled, lazily. "How long have you been home?"

"Just a little bit, I've been watching over you, but I got selfish. I wanted you to know I was here."

Lifting your hand, you reached for his face. His curls were in full force today, soft and something you had missed playing with. Something so simple as hearing him breathing you had missed. Quinn was finally home, and for a while this time. 

"How are you feeling?" He asked, scooting closer to you. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you more," you quickly replied. "I feel like I'm probably expected to. Everything hurts, I can't move without pain, breathing still sucks. I had a coughing fit yesterday and I thought I was going to die."

"Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry. I was hoping you'd be feeling better."

"I'll get better now that you're home. I just wanted you to be here."

Quinn smiled, "Me, too, babe. Me too, but now we're both finally home. Everything is okay now."

You nodded as your eyelids felt heavy again. He'd give you another kiss, making sure you had everything you needed. 

"I'm okay," you said, "I'm just tired."

"Then sleep, baby, you need it. I'll be right here, okay? I'm all yours. Anything you need, anything you want, just let me know and I'll get it for you. It's my turn to take care of you."

Quinn would drift off to sleep with you, your fingers interlocked as you slumbered. Although it was unfortunate you were still severely hurt, this was the only place he wanted to be. He wouldn't let you out of his sight for anything. He doted on you like a princess, making sure you wanted for absolutely nothing. 

He was everything you could ever wish for. 

[transformation4life]

Looking The Part

Jerome wasn't know what he was expecting when he was dragged into attending a costume party in the middle of December. His friend Jake, practically begged him to come and he couldn't say no to his puppy dog eyes. The theme was weird too. "Dress up as the Job you wanted as a kid." For Jerome, he wanted to be a doctor. The thought of saving lives was really appealing to the young child, before reality hit him with all its down and the thoughts of constantly being around dying people became way less appealing once he experienced real life. Even so, he felt obligated to follow the theme and bought some doctor's outfit that even came with some work appropriate hat and shoes off some online store. It was crazy cheap too and here Jeremy was, staring at the uniform on his bed right before he needs to head to the party. "Let's get this over with..." He starts stripping down into just his underwear and starts putting the clothes on.

Jerome slid the pants over his legs, pulled the shirt over his head, put on some bracelets and put the cap on. To his surprise, they were a bit big on him. "I thought I got this in my size... Ugh whatever time to get to the par-" Jerome froze. It felt like his body just stopped moving and it felt like he couldn't move his body at all besides his face. "What the hell?!?!" He said to himself. But that's when the fun began. Jerome felt a quick jolt of pain hitting his entire body as his face scrunched in pain. It subsided eventually and that's when Jerome saw it. Jerome's body was... growing. Jerome could hear the snaps of his bones as he looked to his left arm bulging. growing. becoming much more meatier than it used to be. Now it looked like one thick tree branch with veins visibly covering the arm. He looked to his right and saw that his right arm now mirrored his left. "I-Is this making me muscular? W-Why?" Jerome spoke out. He still couldn't move and the transformation kept going. Jerome's torso underwent its own transformation as any fat on his stomach was evaporated leaving a flat stomach that gained six sexy bulges. Jerome's flat chest was flat no longer as two massive chugs called pecs adorned him now. To top it off, his torso gained a v-shape. Next up was Jerome's lower half as it instantly gained a lot of bulk. His legs becoming thick and beefy and his feet growing a couple sizes larger. It's a good thing he wasn't wearing the shoes yet. The next to last change was Jerome's ass becoming bigger and much more bouncy. What seemed to be the final piece of the transformation was Jerome's face as it became much more Brazilian in appearance while his skin gained a minor tan. The transformation stopped by thickening his vocal cords and letting Jerome free.

Jerome looked down at himself. He couldn't believe his eyes. He just turned into a brazilian stud in mere minutes. "O que havia nestes-" (What was in these-) He put his hand over his month. Did he just speak Portuguese?

"Como vou explicar isso para Jake?" (How am I going to explain this to Jake?) Jerome certainly couldn't go to the party looking like this. But how how would he change back?

But before Jerome could think further, he subconsciously lifted his right arm, flexing it. That instantly gave Jerome a hard on, which in turn made his cock grow inches longer. The fabric on the shirt even started to rip.

"Eu poderia me acostumar com isso..." (I could get used to this…) While pointing at the rip.

After Jerome said this, the final changes began. Small little hairs appeared on Jerome one by one until a thick forest on his torso and pecs. Tattoos above his left pec and left arm sketched themselves onto Jerome and for the piece of resistance, a luscious beard of facial hair grew onto Jerome's face as well as his hair becoming more professional. There even seemed to be some greys sprinkled in, giving him a much more older appearance. And that's when the memories came flooding in. Jerome was no longer jerome, he was Ademir Pereira, a brazilian doctor. He started bodybuilding at a young age and it showed. Years of medical knowledge entered Ademir's mind as his apartment quickly changed into a luxurious house with multiple rooms and his bedroom became much larger to boot. Jerome was all but gone. Ademir settled into reality, looking around his room, wondering why he was in his hospital uniform so late at night, but then he heard his phone ring. He picked it up and saw a text from someone named "Jake" "Hey man, still coming to the party?" Ademir was confused. From what he could string of his limited knowledge of english, he never said he was going to a party with this "Jake". he had an early morning workout before work. He had no time for parties. "eu não falo inglês" (I don't speak english) he typed before putting his phone down again. The phone promptly changed into something much nicer than the dingy one he had before. With that morning workout in mind, Ademir was ready for bed. He threw off his uniform, bouncing his pecs before promptly sleeping.

The next morning at the gym, Ademir was ready to get his workout on. He spotted his workout buddy and waved. "Vamos trabalhar meu amigo!" (Let's get to work my friend!) He said before showing off his pecs to them.

"Nossa, Ademir, com esses peitorais, você realmente precisa de um sutiã!" (Geez Ademir with those pecs you really need a bra.) "Haha! Você realmente acha isso?" (Haha! You really think so?) Ademir laughed with confidence as he took his shirt off.

"Definitivamente. Mas chega de falar disso, vamos colocar seus representantes!" (Definitely. But enough about that let's get your reps in!) His friend said before reaching for his arm.

Ademir nodded, as they got to work on their routines for the day. After a couple hours. Ademir did a good flex in the mirror for all to see. This was the life! But he better get to work soon, those patents need him.

This was Ademir's daily routine. Work hard, workout hard, flex hard. He wouldn't any other life. Not to mention the upkeep on his social media which he also enjoys. Just recently he bounced his pecs to his viewers and they cheered, sending him hundreds of donations. Ademir was happy and that's all the mattered.

[hello-gloomy]

Hello idk if you're taking requests right now or not. If you are, could I get a xeno or stanley one. You can decide what you wanna write about. THANK YOU!!!

Initially I was gonna do some horny shit for this but decided on somin cute instead and perfect timing for Valentines Day too! (Maybe next time ;p)

Also I hope u don't mind I did this as a poly I couldn't choose one or the other.

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Passenger plane

XenoStan x Fem!Reader

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Description: Our favorite doctor and soldier have a special day marked down on the calendar and head to the coast to see if it is genuinely the day they hope it is. A few of their coworkers tag along to see what the fuss is about.

Warnings: Mild angst, kissing, touching, maybe OOC, poly relationship, cursing, religion jokes, dark humor, slight mention of violence.

A/N: Man, this idea kept me awake, so now I'm writing this with an energy drink and a macaroon for breakfast.

Words: 1,404

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"And just where do the two of you think you're going?" Gen stops Stanley and Xeno with his line of questioning. The men in question stop way down the hall, let, letting the split-haired catch up to them.

"Out to the coast," Xeno told him curtly while Stanley sighed through his nose at Gen's noseyness.

"Without supervision?"

"You're more than welcome to join us." Xeno offered while Stanley walked ahead; Gen shrugged his arms and decided to follow. While walking to their destination, Senku, Chrome, Kohaku, and Ukyo somehow managed to tag along with a little complaint from the original two traversers of the trip. Walking along the natural path to the long coastline, Stanley continued watching the sky while Xeno conversed with his fellow scientists. Xeno took notice of his companion's subtle anxiousness and strayed away from his group to go over to the soldier.

"Hey," he started by bumping Stanley's shoulder, and he returned the gesture by grabbing the doctor's hand.

"Hey, yourself."

"She'll be there, " he told the taller man quietly, rubbing his thumb over his partner's enclosed hand. Stanley nodded while blowing out some smoke. When they arrived at the beach, the group had quieted down and was waiting for something. Finally, one of the younger members decided to break the silence.

"So, Uh, what are we here for exactly?" Chrome asked while glancing around the empty beach. Xeno and Stanley looked at each other before Xeno decided to answer his question.

"Today is an important occasion for us, " he told the boy, with nothing else to add to his unhelpful answer. Senku rolled his eyes and started walking closer to the water. Stanley went to watch the skies again, and some of the others followed suit. Ukyo perked up and looked in a specific direction.

"Another plane?"

"If we get invaded, I might just eriouslysay commit murder." Gen huffed out. A lovely white and silver plane started to descend from the clouds, lowering closer to the water and beginning to slow down as it hit the water, gliding until it was at the land. Not entirely stopped yet, the cockpit bursts open, and a person hops out of the still-landing plane, running straight toward the group. You rip off your goggles, and they crash to the ground while you're still running to the two men you haven't seen in such a long time; your eyes start to blur from the tears, but through the blurriness, from your eyes, you make out Stanley holding his arms open and outwards to you. Just a few steps away from him, you launch into his arms with a call of his and Xeno's names; he catches you in his arms, giving you a spin to balance out the rest of the motion you hit his body with. He drops you to the land, and your laughter fills the air, and pure happiness radiates off of you; when Stan lets go of you, you crush Xeno in a hug next, almost knocking him off his feet; he pets your hair and kisses your forehead affectionately.

"A dangerously elegant landing, my darling." Xeno teases while Stanley comes over to clap you on the back in agreement. You can already guess the fussing he'll give you later at how you could have potentially hurt yourself.

"Will someone explain?" Gen asks as he speaks for the rest of the speechless group. Senku and Chrome bolt over to check out the plane you had landed, much more interested in that than you.

"She went out two and a half years earlier to scout overseas for other Stone world survivors." Stanley begins to explain while you press your head against his back, taking the smell of your blonde lover in.

"We had contact with her at the start of her trip but lost contact a few months later. She told us an estimated time she would return; that was all we had left from her before all communications were gone for the next year and a half." While you move from behind Stanley, Xeno looks over the new people who joined your group in your absence. Stanley gives a half-interested introduction to everyone present; said group gives you a warm greeting, which you return equally as kind.

"And those to crack heads over there are Chrome and Senku." Stanley finishes. You all turn to look at the mentioned idiots, and your heart jumps at them, peeking inside your air-born home.

"Don't break anything!" You shout to them as you rush to the plane; the rest of the group follows. You get barraged with questions about the plane, how far you traveled, and if you met anyone else.

"I met a bunch of religious fanatics while in the north," You tell them while digging around and pulling out a battered bible as proof.

"They were going on about the 'second coming of Jesus' or something like that. They got pissed when I told them it was probably just aliens." You give Chrome the book, he flips a few pages, and his face cringes after the first few. You dig deeper through your things and pull out a few other things.

"They tried burning me too; I set them on fire first, though." You tell them proudly, getting a few horrified looks from the newer members but a nod from Stanley at you striking them first.

"Funny enough, while I was in Europe, some of the gothic architecture from our time was still in pretty good shape." You hand Senku a rock from some of the fallen pieces of the structure you mentioned.

"I also found a second version of the Silk Roads." You pull out multiple articles of clothing, jewelry, and even books. You pull out a wrapped item, hand it to Stanley, and tell him to open it later.

"Oh! There was a group of people I ran into that found out how to un-petrify people." You say with triumph, but your face screws up when no one seems all that impressed.

"Hate to break it to ya, but we already beat you to it," Senku tells you with a smirk, and your face drops.

"Nitric acid."

"Wow, so there's more than one method." Your smile returns, and everyone else drops their smiles at your statement.

"They used sodium nitrate to break the stone." You take out a stoned bird and a small vile, pour the liquid on the bird, and wait a few minutes before the cracking starts. Everyone watches as the bird flies away, small pieces of stone left in place of the once immobile bird.

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"We can finish discussing your miraculous adventures back at home." Xeno decides for everyone: Stanley and Ukyo help you with your bags while leaving your plane for later retrieval; Senku returns to pestering Xeno for more details on the aircraft while you stick close to Stanley and admire Xeno's newfound laxness.

You are now caught up on everything and, later in the evening, return to your shared home with your lovers; the two men sit on the shared bed, conversing quietly while watching you shoot around the room, letting yourself adjust to your home again. When finished, you come over with Xeno's gift and tell Stanley he can open his. They both open their gifts: Stanley gets a beautiful crystal knife, and Xeno gets a wonderfully crafted gramophone with a vinyl to go along with it.

"It's just a duet of a violin and a piano. Sorry, I couldn't get anything more modern." You tell him as you mess with your nails; he tilts your face upwards, caressing along your jaw before touching your foreheads together. Stanley lies backward against the pillows while doing tricks with his new weapon.

"It's pleasant, my dear, and a remarkable gift from you." He whispers to you. He sets the record up before setting it down on the side table and moves you to lay between him in Stanley. They smoosh you in close and start to pet you while the music plays in the background. You warm up from their touches, and they shift to add kisses to the mix, making you murmur shyly in response.

"You gave us such nice gifts; allow us to return the favor," Stanley whispers in your ear before biting your neck. You were immensely happy to be home with the two dear people you love the most.

[nakylvr]

okey but how about transmasc x dani where they were meant to have a cute date and reader was gonna pick up dani but gets trapped in a rain storm so when he gets to dani’s places he’s soaked and shaking and dani takes him in so he van shower and warm up and when he comes out in a towel it does something to dani… maybe she could try and lend him so clothes but her tiny rank tops just don’t seem to fit so she gives him one of her emo ass zip up hoddies without anything under and it just sends dani into a spiral and they end up having a heated make out session

decided to make this a lil thing i couldn't help it 🤓

warnings/tags: fluff, established relationship, transmasc!reader, suggestive content

it had been over fifteen minutes past when you were supposed to arrive. daniela sat on the couch of the house, hearing the rain pattering on the roof and watching the news say it was only going to get worse as the day progressed. the last text she got from you was that you were on your way, but it should only take ten minutes to get to the house.

letting out a sigh of irritation, she turns off the tv and looks at her phone. just as she was swiping to your contact, the doorbell rang. she sprang to her feet, quickly moving towards the front door and opening it to see you standing there. her eyes widen slightly at the sight of you — you're drenched in rain water as you stand in front of her, your hair clinging to your head and visibly shaking.

"hey," you say, an awkward, tired smile on your face.

"jesus christ, get in here." daniela pulls you inside the house, closing the door behind you. "you're soaked. did you not think to check the weather?"

"i didn't think it was going to rain," you respond.

"that's a no then." she shakes her head. "just come with me." she grabs your hand and starts walking to her room.

you follow behind her without saying anything, walking to her room and stopping once you enter. she turns and looks at you, pointing to the bathroom.

"take a shower, you're probably freezing," she tells you. "manon is gone for the rest of the night, so it's just me."

"i'm fine." you shake your head, still clearly shaking.

daniela doesn't even say anything, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. you sigh quietly, not bothering to try and argue with her as you slowly head to the bathroom.

it isn't until you get out of the shower that you realize you didn't have any clothes to change into, the pile of your wet clothes laid on the floor still. once drying yourself off, you wrap the towel around your waist before stepping out of the bathroom.

daniela looks up from her phone when she hears the door open, and her eyes widen subtly when she sees you.

"uh, i don't have any clothes to wear," you say awkwardly, standing in the doorway. you can't tell if the look on her face is good or bad, given this is the first time this kind of situation has happened, and it worries you a little bit when it takes her a moment to respond.

daniela's trying not to stare. really, she's trying. but she can't stop herself from looking at you, eyes trailing down before she processes what you said, her eyes snapping back up to your face. "i can probably find you something," she finally says, getting off her bed and going to her drawer a little too fast.

you're still unable to tell what her reaction meant, still standing where you were as she rummages through her clothes trying to find you something to wear. you can hear her huffing occasionally and grumbling under her breath before she finally gets up and walks over to you.

"here. this should fit you." she hands you a zip-up hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, trying to keep her eyes on your face rather than trailing down like they unconsciously kept doing.

you raise an eyebrow at her, sensing something off about her, but you can't seem to pinpoint what. "just a hoodie?" you question, but grab both articles of clothing.

"you and i both know my tank tops won't fit you," daniela responds. "just put it on."

nodding your head, you go back into the bathroom and put on the clothes. stepping back out with the sweatpants and hoodie on, zipped up only a little bit showing that there was nothing underneath it. you could see daniela's expression change again, but you can't tell what she's thinking.

"are you okay?" you ask, approaching the bed.

daniela doesn't respond for a moment, her eyes staring at you as you walk up to her sitting on the edge of her bed. the way you effortlessly look this good does something to her. seeing you barely fit in one of her hoodies and the sweatpants hugging your waist a little too tight, she can feel the heat rushing to her cheeks and neck the longer she stares.

receiving no response from her has you feeling a bit self-conscious. you don't know what she's thinking just staring at you, and even though you've been with her for a while including intimate moments, you can't help but feel the thoughts roaming in your head. instinctively, you grab the zipper and start zipping up the hoodie more to cover your chest and scars. "sorry," you mumble.

daniela's eyes go wide the second the apology leaves your mouth and you start zipping the hoodie up, her hands instantly grabbing yours to stop you. "no, no, it's okay," she quickly says, snapped out of her daze. "it's so okay, i can't believe you look this good in my hoodie."

your cheeks heat up at her words, glancing down and seeing her pull your hand down to slowly unzip the hoodie back to where it was. when your eyes meet hers, your breath hitches in your throat at the look in them. a look you had seen before, and you knew what it meant.

"you're so hot, baby," she says before pulling you down onto the bed with her, making you let out a gasp of surprise.

supporting yourself on your elbows, daniela lays beneath you on her back, staring up at you with such intensity that you swear your heart stops beating for a second. without another word, the latina grasps your nape, pulling you down and kissing you roughly.

your lips slide against hers messily, teeth clashing together with desperation and need seeping from both of you. daniela's fingers play with your hair on the back of your neck, making a shiver run down your spine. pulling away to breathe, you move to her neck, starting to leave wet kisses and sucking on the skin to leave marks soon to show. she lets out a soft sigh, tilting her head to the side to give you more access.

"i love you s' much," you mumble into her neck, biting gently and leaving another mark.

"i love you too," she replies breathlessly.

finally parting from her neck, you look down at her as she looks back up at you. she smiles, her hands moving to cup your face.

"i love you," she whispers.

"i love you more," you say in the same voice.

"liar," she giggles.

"uh-uh." you shake your head, leaning down and kissing her again.

[megalony]

Danger Zone- Part 2

It's taken me a while, but here is the follow up for my Buddie fic. I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Buddie Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: When Captain Gerrard takes charge of the 118, he targets each of the team. Specifically (Y/n), because she's pregnant. And his actions put her at risk.

Enjoy.

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Both (Y/n)'s hands gripped the edge of the bed to stop herself from tilting too far forward and falling off the bed. Her chin tilted down into her chest, her eyes fell closed and both her feet tapped against the floor, trying to keep herself balanced.

She didn't want to sit down but she didn't hold the strength to stay standing and she didn't want to feel uncomfortable sitting or lying on the bed. Perching on the end of the assessment bed was the best (Y/n) could do right now.

She felt Eddie move to stand in front of her with his thighs pushing up against her knees and when his hands found her shoulders, (Y/n) sighed. She pushed her head into Eddie's abdomen, taking a deep breath while she felt him kissing the top of her head.

"Still hurts?" Eddie murmured softly against her hair while his hands glided up and down her arms, dancing his fingertips across her skin leaving shivers in his wake.

"Yeah,"

Reaching her trembling hand up, (Y/n) shakily gripped Eddie's wrist and glided his hand down until his hand was resting against the left side of her abdomen where the pain was situated.

He began brushing his thumb against her stomach while his other hand cupped the back of her neck. He leaned over her, keeping his lips against the back of her head. Every now and then, Eddie could feel her trembling or shuddering against him and it made his shoulders slump.

He was hoping they wouldn't have to wait long for a doctor to come and assess (Y/n). The team had brought her into the emergency room and they had gone through the paramedic's entrance, bypassing the waiting room. That meant (Y/n) should get seen to sooner rather than having to wait around in the waiting room for a pre-assessment.

A gentle smile pulled at Eddie's lips when he felt a familiar pair of hands on his shoulders and a pair of lips kissing the back of his neck. Evan's chest was pressing down against his back, but all three of them looked towards the door when it opened and a doctor walked in.

"Hi (Y/n), okay the notes say you've been having some abdominal pain. Any bleeding?"

"A little." (Y/n) kept her eyes on the floor and her hands scrunched around the cover while she leaned her cheek into Eddie's chest. She could feel her skin heating up at the thought and the notion that she was bleeding. That couldn't be a good sign for their baby boy.

"And roughly how far along are you?"

"Thirty weeks."

"Okay, if you lay down we can do an ultrasound, see what's going on."

(Y/n) moved her hands behind her, pressing her palms down on the middle of the bed so she could try and shuffle backwards. She felt Evan help swing her legs up on the bed while Eddie moved to stand near the top of the bed but all their eyes locked on the small patch of blood soaked into the side of the bed.

"It's okay," Eddie murmured, pressing his lips to the top of her head while (Y/n) interlocked their hands and pulled his arm to press into her chest. It wasn't a lot of blood, it wasn't substancial or enough to warrant a full scale panic. Not yet.

Evan reached down to grip (Y/n)'s thigh warmly while his left hand curled around Eddie's bicep and he pushed into his boyfriend's side.

(Y/n) leaned up against the pillows and reached down to pull the hem of her shirt from where it was tucked into her trousers. She tilted her head down, realising that the shirt still had Eddie's cologne woven into the collar since it was his work shirt. She breathed in his scent and rolled the shirt up over her bump, but when she tried to skim her hands across her stomach, she pulled back quickly.

Her stomach was still throbbing with dull cramps and reaching for the baby was only going to panic her and get her worked up. She clung to Eddie's arm again and leaned her cheek against his bicep.

"Let's have a look."

Biting her lip, (Y/n) tried to stay still and stop from fidgeting when the cold gel was squeezed over her stomach and the sonogram pressed down, increasing the cramping pain she already felt.

They hadn't long had a scan two weeks ago and everything had been fine. They had another one booked for next week. Would they still need to attend that appointment, or would it be rescheduled? What if (Y/n) ended up having the baby early? Then she wouldn't need any more scans.

She was supposed to have another ten weeks left before having the baby, seven at the earliest. And they had had no problems up until now, except for the nosebleeds (Y/n) had frequently been getting.

This wasn't fair. If Bobby had still been in charge of the 118 this never would of happened. (Y/n) never would have been pushed to go out on serious calls and forced into helping in dangerous situations. She wouldn't have overworked herself. She wouldn't have been close enough to the blast to have a fall. She wouldn't have been told to get up, walk it off and carry on with her job without being properly assessed.

A jolt ran through (Y/n) when she heard the heartbeat. Part of her hadn't been expecting it. A small, wallowing part of (Y/n)'s mind had worried that as soon as they got here, there wouldn't be a heartbeat anymore. When Eddie checked back at the station it had been low and uneven.

"Okay, well baby's heartbeat is still lower than we'd like, but blood flow is good."

"What about the bleeding?" The panic couldn't be hidden from Evan's voice and he let go of (Y/n)'s thigh so he could rake his fingers over the back of his neck.

"The bloodloss and pains are because you've had a placental abruption, it's come away from the wall lining."

"How bad?"

"Up to now, it's not too dangerous. I'll get you something to stop the bleeding and perk up baby's heartbeat. If you settle in the next twenty four hours, we can think about discharging you."

(Y/n) twisted to look up at the boys and she couldn't stop her free hand from moving down to cradle her stomach. That was good. Talking about being discharged meant this wasn't life-threatening for the baby and they weren't about to lose their baby boy.

"But this means early maternity leave I'm afraid. You'll need to be on bed rest, no heavy lifting at all as that can strain the placenta. And we will have to schedule weekly check ups, this also might mean early labour, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

Relief pooled in (Y/n)'s eyes and she leaned forward to bury her face in Eddie's abdomen while his hand moved to cradle the back of her neck.

She would take early leave now, that wasn't a problem. (Y/n) didn't want to be around Gerrard any longer and if she was going to be restricted this much, there wasn't anything she would be able to do at the station. Even cleaning would be straining and (Y/n) was no use to any of them if she couldn't join in on calls and she couldn't even tidy up the station while they were gone.

If staying home was going to keep her and their boy safe, (Y/n) would gladly take her leave from work now. She might not be able to stay in bed for the next few weeks, but that was a problem for the boys to worry about later.

"Thank God," Evan mumbled under his breath while he turned to the left and pressed a kiss to the side of Eddie's neck.

"I'll go get the medications and then we can get you onto a ward."

Once she was out the room, (Y/n) twisted to look up at the boys and she managed a smile when Evan leaned over and pecked her lips while his hand moved down to skim across her stomach. His thumb glided across the top of her bump and he rested his temple down against hers, taking a moment to bask in the relief they were all feeling.

"He's okay."

"He's okay." Evan repeated with the same warm smile before he moved round to sit down beside her thigh. His hand stayed on her stomach while Eddie leaned over and pecked her temple.

"You do realise that bed rest means you aren't allowed to do anything, right? Shopping, cleaning, taking Chris to school, that's our job now."

(Y/n) bit down on her lower lip and looked up at Eddie through her lashes as if it would make him change his mind, but his arched brow made her sigh and nod. Neither of them were going to give in on this. If they went home after this and found (Y/n) trying to do more than she should or pushing herself too far they wouldn't be happy.

They needed her to stay home and actually rest and take it easy, she couldn't be stressing or worrying, she needed to let the boys look after her and sort everything.

"Alright."

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Leaning his head to the right, Evan laid his head on Eddie's shoulder as the pair of them made a slow descent down the corridor. He nudged his nose against the collar of Eddie's shirt while his fingers rhythmically tapped against the back of Eddie's hand where their hands were entwined between them. And his other hand was tapping away around the soggy paper cup full of black coffee that tasted rather bitter.

"You good?" Eddie murmured softly, glancing his eyes down to his boyfriend cuddled up into his side.

"Hm."

Eddie kissed the top of his head while they turned the corner, heading back down towards (Y/n)'s room. The three of them had spent the night here at the hospital and although they had all been worried, it had been strangely relieving to get away from Gerrard and all the mess at the station.

No one badgered them here. No one yelled at them or told them to stop if they so much as looked at each other. They didn't have to steal kisses or the brief gliding together of hands. They weren't being pushed to their limits. No one was trying to make (Y/n) overwork herself or arguing with the boys when they defended her.

But none of this would of happened in the first place if Bobby had still been in charge of the station.

They barely got three feet down the corridor before Evan lifted his head from Eddie's shoulder and almost dropped the coffee in his hand.

"Bobby!" Shock and surprise flooded his voice and he hastily dropped Eddie's hand and twisted to thrust his coffee at his boyfriend who had no choice but o take the cup before it splashed to the floor.

Evan could feel a grin spreading across his face and he felt somewhat like a child as he picked up the pace and headed down the corridor to meet Bobby. Neither he nor Eddie had called Bobby yet. They didn't know how to explain what had happened yesterday without riling up their old Captain.

As soon as he was within reach, Evan pulled Bobby into a crushing hug and grinned wider when he felt Bobby hold him back just as tight.

"Hey kid. You both okay?" He looked between Evan and Eddie who stepped closer with a soft, lopsided smile and a coffee in each hand.

He leaned over to place them down on the window ledge at his side and Eddie felt an overwhelming wave of relief when Bobby released Evan and pulled Eddie in for a hug instead. He patted Eddie on the back and when they finally parted, Bobby cocked one hip to the side and planted both hands down on his hips just above his belt.

"We're alright."

"Who called you?" There was a tentative look on Eddie's face as he shoved one hand in his pocket and used the other to scratch the back of his neck. He knew either Hen, Chimney or possibly Ravi had tattled on Gerrard and told Bobby what happened. One of them would have explained because all of them would be reprimanded if Gerrard had his way.

Evan went against a direct order and came down to the hospital with (Y/n), and he spoke out of term with Gerrard and lost his temper. Eddie had swore at him too and threatened to report him. Chimney went against orders and drove the ambulance and Hen went along for the ride and ignored her Captain. They were all going to get in some sort of trouble if they didn't call Bobby for help and guidance.

"Hen. Apparently she and Chim drove back to the station, grabbed their stuff and left shift on a strike. The B shift had to come in early and cover. You would not believe the phone calls I've had this morning."

"Sounds fun."

"How's (Y/n)?"

He almost dreaded to ask. He had been a little upset that neither Eddie or Evan had rung him to explain what had happened, but he understood they were busy and panicking about other things right now. And at least Hen had given Bobby the full update so he could try and do something for them all.

"She's doing better, pains have finally gone and she's not been sick. The baby's heartbeat isn't evening out though and her BP's 145/95. They can't release her yet, she's staying in for observation until everything settles."

"Oh dear." Bobby sighed through his nose and looked down at his feet for a moment. That was very high blood pressure, especially for a pregnant lady.

Both men were relieved when, after being here for a few hours, (Y/n) said the cramps had stopped and the pain relief had calmed her down a lot. The aching in her stomach and the twisting cramps faded out and they were replaced with the baby kicking and wriggling which was a good sign they all relished.

Throughout the night and into the morning the nurse had been in and out of the room to check the baby's heartbeat. No one had been happy to hear it was still lower than it should be, which was a warning sign. (Y/n) couldn't be discharged in case the heartbeat dropped any lower or something went wrong with their boy.

And with (Y/n)'s blood pressure being rather high, going home wasn't an option. She could have another bleed or start getting contractions, it wasn't safe to go home yet.

"Hey, who- who's that?" Evan reached out for Bobby's arm and squeezed while he tilted his chin down, nodding in the direction of the man he'd only just noticed stood a few feet down the corridor.

He was in uniform. The LAFD logo was on the right breast of his jacket and he was stood with his arms folded behind his back, looking to be waiting patiently for their interaction to be over. Clearly he was here with Bobby or to see the boys, it couldn't be a coincidence, he couldn't be here to see anyone else on this floor.

"This is Foreman. Hen and Chim spoke to the Chief so he's sent Foreman out to carry out an investigation, is now a good time to talk to (Y/n)?"

Both Eddie and Evan turned to look at one another, exchanging worried looks. This is what they wanted, they needed someone to take them seriously and to listen and understand that Gerrard had taken things too far this time. But (Y/n) wasn't in the best condition right now. If this officer asked too many questions or he upset (Y/n) or started arguing and didn't believe her, he could make her worse.

"Does he believe us?" Evan's question was fair. They had to know whether he was going to take them seriously or if he had already decided that Gerrard was in the right. If that was the case, his questions were going to be impertinent and crude and of no help and would only upset (Y/n).

"He's impartial and he'll take you all seriously, I promise."

When they nodded, Bobby waved a hand behind him to beckon the officer closer. He was from the Chief's personal rank, he was impartial to all of the fire stations and he was here to do an internal investigation. He wasn't taking sides and he wasn't going to cause problems, he was here to resolve them.

But before he got near the door, Eddie twisted to be in front of him and lifted his chin so they were eye level.

"If you get out of line or upset her, you leave." It wasn't a question or a request, it was a demand. Eddie wouldn't let this man walk in there and start accusing (Y/n) or talking to her as if she had done something wrong.

If he spiked her blood pressure or brought back her cramps or panicked her in any way, they would forcibly remove him. They didn't care who he was or how high he ranked in the department. He didn't have a high standing in here.

He didn't seem impressed but either way, he silently nodded in agreement and followed the three of them inside the room.

(Y/n) lifted her head, a smile fluttering across her face when she saw her boys and her grin widened when she noticed Bobby following them in. but a shiver crawled down her spine and she took a sharp breath when she watched a stranger follow them in.

Who was that? Why was he in the uniform with their logo? What was he here for? Was she in trouble for what happened yesterday?

The cold fingers of dread scratched down the back of her neck and slithered around to her stomach until she felt Evan's hand slide into her own as he sat down in the chair beside the bed. His smile calmed her down and when he pulled her hand to kiss the back of her knuckles, she knew she wasn't in trouble for anything.

"Hi, I heard there was some trouble yesterday." Bobby spoke softly and leaned over to kiss (Y/n)'s temple before he moved to stand to one side. While Eddie stood next to Evan's chair, arms folded over his chest and one brow arched. He wasn't happy about this, but he knew it needed to be done now.

They had to do this investigation quick before Gerrard tried to fudge the paperwork or come up with excuses and get each of them done for insubordination. None of them deserved to be persecuted.

"This is Foreman, he's doing an investigation into what happened yesterday." Bobby's smile calmed (Y/n) down somewhat, but it didn't dull down all of her nerves.

Just looking at the stranger made (Y/n)'s skin crawl and had her shuddering in panic. He stood at the right side of the bed near to Bobby with all sets of eyes directly on him, waiting for his impertinent questions and his prodding and poking.

(Y/n) nodded, but she didn't say anything. She wasn't sure what to say and she wasn't sure she would have the answers. Her stomach was starting to twist and ache already and she tightened her hand in the groove of Evan's fingers, pulling his hand to her chest so she could have something to focus her attention on.

"Okay, I've been told there was an incident on the job yesterday afternoon, what was the scene you were called out to?"

Foreman glanced his eyes between the three of them. In any normal situation he would have interviewed all three of them separately down at their station. Save the risk of them gathering together to come up with a storyline or one of them feeling like they couldn't speak freely with the others around. But that couldn't happen.

If he wanted to interview them swiftly then it had to be done here at the hospital because they didn't know when (Y/n) was going to be discharged. And she wasn't going to talk unless her partners were here in the room to calm her down. At least Bobby was an impartial witness, he hadn't been on scene or witnessed what happened. He was here to support his- former- team and he could be an independent witness.

"A high code building fire, three floors engulfed in flames." Her free hand moved to trace patterns up and down Evan's wrist and arm.

Evan gently reeled their entwined hands away from (Y/n)'s chest so he could press a soft kiss to the back of her knuckles. His free hand was already attached in the bed cover, twisting and scrunching it up in his fist to keep himself occupied and stop from messing about and distracting anyone.

Both of them glanced their eyes up at Eddie when they heard him mutter "Complete shit-show," beneath his breath and by the look Foreman gave them, he heard too. But he didn't comment.

"Should you have been on scene? Your file says you're on restricted duties now, that entails you not participating in active calls and the dangerous aspects of the job. Do you understand the rules surrounding restricted duties?"

(Y/n) sharply darted her eyes up from her hands to look at the stranger in the room. Was he being serious? Did he think she was stupid or insubordinate?

If she didn't understand the rules then she would have asked for them to be written out for her, but it would make her rather dense and not fit for the job if she couldn't understand basic restrictions. She had read the policies the state had on maternity leave and restricted duties and (Y/n) knew and agreed with them all. It was to protect her and her baby, who Gerrard had actively tried to harm by ignoring and bending the rules.

"Are you calling me thick?" She barked the snappy response before she could bite it back and she felt Evan's hand tighten in her own.

His lips were pursed to stop himself from making a rude remark at the idiot running this investigation. And he felt Eddie's hand give his shoulder a tight squeeze, indicating he too had very little resolve left.

"No, I'm required to ask and make sure you had all the information given to you. If you didn't understand all the requirements for restricted duties, you wouldn't be at fault for anything that happened-"

"I'm not stupid, I'm pregnant and running into a fire in my condition wouldn't be very wise, would it? And I didn't go into the building, I refused."

"She was on scene because our superior gave the order for her to join us. Either she came along to the scene or she got done for ignoring a direct order." Evan wouldn't have this man stand there and have a go at (Y/n) or pretend any of this was down to her. She hadn't done anything wrong and they needed everyone to see that. They needed everyone to see what Gerrard had done.

"Was that normal, to be told by your Captain to join potentially risky scenes?"

"Yes." (Y/n) sank her teeth into her lower lip and looked down at her stomach. "Check the call logs, I was always told to go out with the rest of the team. If I said I was tired, or- or it was too much, then I was a slacker, holding them back. So I tried not to complain."

It was always logged who stayed behind at the station and who went out on calls. Each one would show (Y/n) joined them every single time. It didn't matter whether the calls tired her out or put her under strain, Gerrard told her to join. And if she didn't, she was laughed at by their temporary Captain and made out to be a slacker not pulling her weight and always dragging behind.

"What did Gerrard say referring to the scene yesterday? Did he ask you to join, give a direct order… was his manner appropriate?"

"Appropriate?" Eddie scoffed until his name was quietly but firmly whispered by Bobby.

A silent inclination that he needed to keep his cool and not blow a fuse right now. This was an investigation, this was someone taking Gerrard's demanour seriously and trying to help them. But Eddie couldn't help but despise these type of questions. They may be relevant but they were directed more at (Y/n) than pointing any sort of blame in Gerrard's direction.

"Oh come on. He told her if she doesn't 'mess up' then she won't be in danger. I think this classes as dangerous."

(Y/n) slowly slid her hand out of Evan's grip and reached out to take Eddie's hand instead. Her other hand began to drag up and down the back of her neck, scratching her nails deeply into her skin to try and calm down. She didn't want Eddie getting angry, it wasn't worth the upset and she could see him getting riled up enough that he was about to blow a fuse at any moment.

"I was told to pull my weight and go with the team." Her hand moved round from her neck to drag across her forehead instead.

She was beginning to feel a headache forming behind her eyes like a raging storm rolling in. This conversation wasn't doing any of them any good, but it had to be done. Sooner was better than later to get this resolved and (Y/n) knew this was going to make her uncomfortable no matter when or where they had this conversation.

At least talking about this now, in a hospital, was preferable in case it skyrocketed (Y/n)'s blood pressure or made her queasy.

"Did you go into the building the 118 were actively trying to put out?" Foreman was jotting notes down in a notebook and it made all of them feel unnerved.

Evan felt a great urge to get up and try to see what was being written down. He was skilled at reading upside down from the amount of times he had managed to read his teacher's writing when they were doing reports on him. His ADHD brain was very quick at things like that, but taking in conversations always took him a delayed second or two so he could work out what was being said.

He didn't like this Foreman writing things down and not telling them what notes he was making. Evan wanted to know if he was trying to point this at (Y/n) or if he was actually doing the job he was supposed to and writing up Gerrard for all the wrongdoings he had done. All the times he had persecuted them and victimised (Y/n) just for being pregnant and with two men.

"No, I refused… Captain Gerrard, he- he said if I didn't help he'd reprimand me. I didn't go inside, I was moving the hose when a blast happened."

Her hand tightened around Eddie's and she pushed herself to sit up a bit straighter to try and ease the tension in her back. She wanted to get up and move around. If she was being honest, (Y/n) wanted to get up and run. She wanted to escape this room and this conversation and wish this could be sorted out without talking to her at all. Why couldn't they just telepathically find out what went on? That would be so much easier.

"And that blast is the reason you're here right now?" Foreman seemed to scribble with a bit more vigour when (Y/n) nodded. "I have to ask, what injuries you have, and if a doctor can confirm they are a direct result of the scene yesterday?"

She didn't want to answer that. (Y/n) didn't want to answer anymore questions, but she knew she didn't have a choice. Her free hand started to feather up and down her stomach that was keeping her gaze so intently fixed. But she felt Eddie give her hand a light squeeze before he answered for her.

"Go ask the nurse. She had a placental abruption and haemorrhaging, caused by the fall." Eddie had checked (Y/n) over himself, he listened to their baby's heartbeat back at the station yesterday. If it had been that bad the day before or a few days prior, they could of lost their baby.

(Y/n) couldn't have suffered the abruption or bleeding any earlier than the blast or she would of been in mass agony and everyone on shift would agree that she had been fine up until that fall.

"Okay, and did you seek medical attention on the scene?"

It was as if that question touched a raw nerve for (Y/n). Eddie felt the way she shuddered and clenched tighter on his hand and his frown deepened when he realised her other hand was back to raking along her neck. She was scratching deep enough to leave specks of blood in her wake and rake up flecks of skin beneath her nails.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Evan's voice was soft while he reached out to give her a thigh a gentle squeeze.

Both men watched how (Y/n) looked down at her bump, avoiding eye contact with each and every one of them in the room. There was something she didn't want to admit, something she didn't want to say but knew deep down that she had to.

She almost jumped when Evan edged his chair closer until his knees nudged against the bedframe and he could lean over to tenderly press a chaste kiss to her bare shoulder. But he sucked in a deep breath when (Y/n) leaned her cheek on top of his head and sniffed, trying her best not to slip into a fit of tears.

"Mi amor?"

Eddie's eyes locked with hers as she tightened her hold on his hand until he could barely feel his fingertips, and her other hand locked around Evan's bicep. She was clinging to them both and the look in her eyes was frightening because she was worried. But Eddie couldn't tell whether she was worried about what Foreman would think, or about the reaction he and Evan would have to whatever she was about to say.

"Gerrard told us- me and firefighter Wilson, to walk it off."

It felt so silly to say it outloud, because that wasn't something any of them were expecting.

Bobby's arms dropped from his chest and the deep breath he sucked in was combined with his upper lip that was curling up. He knew Gerrard, he knew how crude and careless he could be, but Bobby didn't think that would extend to the safety of his team. He thought Gerrard would be cautious, that if something happened to one of his team that he would get them checked out.

More to the point, that he would get (Y/n) checked out specifically because she was pregnant and although Gerrard saw her as a burden, he knew if she was hurt on the job that repercussions would happen. It would of been in his best interest to feign concern and get (Y/n) seen to by a medic so he couldn't be accused of malpractice like he was clearly going to be after this.

(Y/n) lifted her head when Evan pulled away from her shoulder and she watched the way he seemed to shake with anger that was seeping off of him in huge waves. But when she glanced up at Eddie, she hated the way he tutted and dragged both his hands up and down his face like he wanted to wake himself up from this nightmare.

"Walk it off?" Evan echoed, astounding disbelief in his tone.

How dare he.

How dare Gerrard say something like that to (Y/n) when she had been hurt. Evan had come out just after (Y/n) got up from the blast, he had seen how it had shaken her up and how even Hen was off-put by the blast. Telling her to walk it off meant he truly had a grudge against them and didn't care about the wellbeing of his workers.

"He told you that?"

"Wilson said she'd examine me, but he s- he said I wasn't screaming, so I was fine." A feeble laugh echoed past her lips and she looked down at her stomach that she was starting to draw patterns over when the baby kicked up a fuss.

Maybe nothing would have come of Hen examining her, maybe (Y/n) wouldn't have displayed any immediate symptoms and Hen would have given her the all clear to continue. But at the very least, if there had been any warning signs, Hen was capable enough to pick up on them.

And she would have told (Y/n) to rest and go get checked out at the hospital anyway, just to be safe. She would have pushed (Y/n) in the direction of the paramedics rather than Gerrard forcing her to head back to the station with the rest of the team as if nothing had happened.

"Why didn't you go seek help anyway?"

(Y/n) couldn't help the way she cringed, because he was right.

She should have gone to any paramedic on sight to get a quick once over. She should have gone against Gerrard and gotten help. She should have ignored the false signs that she was okay and gone with her gut that told her something might have come from a fall.

But she didn't. (Y/n) did what she was told because she knew Gerrard was the type to write her up for misconduct and going against a direct order. Gerrard would of done whatever he could to make her life harder and he would of fudged the paperwork so it looked like (Y/n) was causing problems. She tried to keep the peace and in the process, she had put her baby boy at risk.

She didn't realise she was crying until Evan reached out and tenderly brushed the tears away.

"And get a record of action against me? He's the Captain, I- I, we can't disagree with him. Barton made his displeasure known and Gerrard suspended him. I didn't feel safe to disagree. I should of gone to the medics-"

"No. He put you at risk and he denied medical attention, he had no right to do that." Bobby's hand found (Y/n)'s shoulder and he gave a tender squeeze while he tilted his head down to look at her. She had no need to feel guilty. Gerrard had a responsibility to look after everyone on his team and by ordering her to carry on and refusing her getting help, he had caused all of this.

He had put her and her baby in danger and he shouldn't be a Captain if he was going to pull stunts like that.

"Come on. He was about to shout at her in front of the whole damn station before she collapsed. And when she collapsed he tried to tell her to go home if she was going to 'cause a scene'. What more do you need?"

"I told him (Y/n) couldn't go near that fire and he told me I wasn't in charge and then he threatened to suspend me for trying to take her to hospital." The anger in Evan's voice was unmatched by any memory (Y/n) could think of, she had never seen him or Eddie so riled up.

"Can we stop now?" (Y/n)'s voice was feeble and her breathing hitched when she wiped her hand beneath her nose, horrified to see a streak of blood on the back of her fingers.

She was having another nosebleed. They had become a constant companion during this pregnancy, but (Y/n) didn't want anymore bleeding. She was scarred after seeing that blood yesterday and having the fright for the first time that maybe, she might lose their baby boy.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she clamped her hand beneath her nose and looked over at Evan with such a pleading look in her wide eyes that he found himself unable to breathe.

"We're done." Eddie's words were firm and not to be trifled with and he turned his back on Foreman.

He snatched a handful of tissue from the box on the side and perched down on the side of the bed, gently moving (Y/n)'s hand so he could hold the tissue beneath her nose.

They were done answering questions. This investigation had done enough in upsetting (Y/n) and Eddie would bet anything that this had spiked (Y/n)'s blood pressure even higher than before. They wanted to take her home, not give the doctors anymore reasons to keep her here. Stressing her out wasn't going to do any good and she had answered all the important questions.

This man could go and talk to Hen for confirmation on what they'd just told him and then he could go to the devil himself and see what Gerrard had to say about all of this.

(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed as she tucked her head into Evan's shoulder, shuffling as close to the edge as she could to be next to him. She felt his arm swoop around her waist and his lips pressed against the top of her head, softly kissing her hair. While Eddie kept the tissues beneath her nose and moved his other hand to cradle the side of her stomach.

She didn't need anymore stress, she needed her boys to look after her.

[ohwaitimthewriter]

The Memory Keeper

Chapter 1 : List.

Pairing : Noa x human reader

Warning : A bit of mourning. Otherwise, all clear for this one!

Summarize (please I'm so bad at writing these!): A woman, allowed to live as long as the virus keeps running through her body, living on autopilot for 260 years, is going to see her life takes a new turn, finding hope in something that might come to put an end to her wandering.

Words : 3.2k

A/N : It has been a long time since I've written something and it feels pretty good to get back at it with this story! I hope you'll like it and do not hesitate to share your thoughts or like/reblog, it's always appreciated! As English isn't my native language, I'm sorry if you find mistakes or weird wording in there, let me know if you find some and I'll be glad to correct them!

Enjoy your reading 😊

The Memory Keeper masterlist.

It wasn't going to be a difficult day. The list was ready, the tasks the same as the day before and the day after. You had to go to the river: catch a fish, fill the flasks with fresh water, bathe… You had to get on your horse and on the way back, stop at the 16th tree on the right, get off, walk 30 steps and fill the bag with blackberries. You had to avoid the brambles and avoid tripping over the prominent root. Get back on the horse and ride home.

Prepare the fish: remove the head and tail, the skin, gut it and remove the bones, light a fire to cook it. Yes, evolution had done many things, but it must have missed the episode where it was necessary to improve the human digestive system. So the fish still had to be cooked.

The garden had to be tended. Over the years, it had evolved too. It had been a long time in the making. A vegetable garden, tomatoes, green beans and, you couldn't quite remember how, artichokes had found their place too. An apple tree was easy to grow. It took time, but it was easy. And then there was this little gem you'd stumbled upon one day: a rosebush. It was an important one. You had to take care of it too.

You always had to do something.

Your hands knew what to do and how to do it. Your legs took you where you needed to go, and at that particular moment, they had led you to your horse. You had to remove his saddle and bridle, check his hooves and remove any stones that might have got stuck on them. Run your hand over his belly to loosen the skin compressed by the girth. And don't forget to give him a drink. When it came to eating, he found everything on his own, except perhaps an apple, which you gave him from time to time to thank him for his help. He knew how to ask, too. In fact, he huffed and gave you a nudge.

Okay, an apple.

He followed you to the apple tree and you climbed onto his back. You could reach the branches, but it was always difficult to keep your balance. Especially when your right hip wasn't working properly. And you sighed. It really wasn't convenient.

You had to go on with the list, what was next?

“ Hearing my voice at least once and speaking so I don't forget.”

This was important. You had to remember how to speak. The world had forgotten, but you must not. You had no right to forget.

“Say something new.”

And you looked around.

“It's cloudy today.”

Which meant rain wasn't far off. Your horse was now grazing beside you.

“You should take shelter.”

You smile, you'd said one more sentence today. Your horse's ears twitched as if to say “I do what I want” and you shrugged. After all, he was the one to decide. But you didn't want to get wet in the rain. You patted his neck and went off to find shelter in your wooden hut.

You've lived here for a long time. A very long time. So long that you no longer needed a torch to light up the big room when night fell or when the clouds darkened the place. You knew exactly where the shaky table was, the armchair with its deformed, hollowed-out seat and even the little plastic pot you kept forgetting to put back on the table to avoid getting your feet caught in it. And despite the years, you never tripped over it.

You were right to come home. You'd just had time to put the water flasks and the cooked fish on the table when a torrent of water hit the floor. The end of the list would have to wait. The timing was perfect, as your stomach signaled that it was time to fill up, and the smell of the wood-fired fish made your mouth water.

Settling back in your armchair, you ate the fish, watching the rain fall against the hut's only window. Eating with your hands was no longer as disturbing as it had been at first. There were a lot of memories that had slipped away over time, but you almost smiled when you thought back to the embarrassment you'd felt the first time you'd had to eat like that. If you'd known back then where you'd end up…

A sigh.

Drops tumbled against the window and some seemed to challenge themselves to get to the bottom first. They were following the path traced by others before them, but obviously not all roads were good ones to take. Some raindrops went straight down, others tried to cut off their opponents' path, and still others weaved in and out to create their own path. Then a raindrop caught your eye. It seemed the most likely to win the mad race. It glided and slalomed proudly until it landed delicately on your windowsill, blending in with its sisters who had landed there before it.

You turned your eyes to the last piece of fish, which you brought to your mouth.

You took one last look out the window, and that's when you caught sight of it.

A shadow.

A shadow had just moved past your window. The rain kept on pounding against it and you could see the trees in the distance stirring in the wind, and you were sure you saw the shadow moving, quickly to the right, but the shadow was gone. There were only raindrops, only the wind, and you could even hear the dull roar of an incipient thunderstorm.

A deep breath. You had to.

Then a sigh.

The rain and wind must have played a trick on you. If the storm picked up, you definitely wouldn't be able to finish your outdoor to-do list. But that didn't matter, there was still plenty to do inside.

First you had to tidy up. Keeping the interior clean and tidy was important, so you couldn't leave the water bottles on the table. You grabbed them and stepped over the little plastic pot that stood between the table and what you could call a kitchen. At least, that's what you would have called this part of the hut back in the day, because there was only a broken sink and a cupboard without a door. You passed the front door and it rattled against the latch in the wind. You had managed to install a branch across the door, allowing you to keep it closed in bad weather. However, as it didn't close very well, the wind always managed to rattle it between the branch and the latch. But you got used to the noise. So you walked past the shaky door to put the water bottles in the cupboard, and when you heard a suspicious rustling sound, you jumped, staring at the door.

You frowned at the unusual sound. You had been holding your breath, but the wind suddenly whistled through the doorframe, which was sorely lacking in hermetic seals. So you breathed out, taking a calmer breath. The wind. Mother Nature was definitely testing your nerves tonight.

Well, you still had to change your clothes. Night was coming on and you couldn't possibly sleep in your day clothes. You stepped over the little plastic pot again and made your way to the wooden chest beside the fireplace to find a t-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts with a hole in the left knee. Maybe one day you'd find a stray piece of fabric while walking through the forest, so you could mend it. But you hadn't yet got to the list asking you to explore the surrounding area.

There were 7 lists divided into 4 sections, themselves arranged in 12 categories. It was your way of keeping track of time. You no longer counted the days, let alone the years; you'd long since lost the very notion of time. But to grow crops, harvest the fruits of the forest and simply follow nature's millimetric events and be able to anticipate them, you needed a reference point. The lists, though mostly identical, were that reference point. Hanging on the wall with pieces of wood you'd carved yourself, they determined your days and the things you had to do.

You didn't really know when or how you'd started making these lists. But judging by the ink, half washed away by the years - some of the lists had even gone back to being blank - it must have been a long time ago.

You put the current day's list back in its place. Tomorrow, you'd have to complete it while carrying out the next one. But there was one more thing you needed to do indoors before settling into your armchair for the night. One last important thing.

From the chest, you took out a picture frame. The corners were worn, the wood had crumbled and you had to handle it carefully to avoid getting splinters in your hands. You set the frame down on the floor by the fireplace, knelt in front of it and reached into the jar on your right to pick a rose petal, which you placed carefully in the right-hand corner of the frame.

You struggled to swallow.

That's where it always got complicated.

Once again, you reached into the jar and pulled out 7 petals. You always needed 7 petals. You placed 6 of them in a circle on the dry twigs in the fireplace and began humming a song whose words you'd long since forgotten. But you remembered the feeling. You felt a lump in your throat, and you often wondered how you managed to keep the song going.

You hummed, and on the last petal, with the help of a needle, you delicately traced his initials. You had to be careful not to press too hard, you shouldn't pierce the petal, just brush against it enough to see, if you concentrated hard enough, the outline of the letter you were drawing. You also had to blink a few times to see clearly what you were doing. It was important to get it right. Once you'd written the letter on the petal, you laid it at the center of the circle.

It was always at this moment that your hands shook. You needed a moment. Just a bit of time.

You had to wipe your hands over your eyes, the most important thing was to handle the two flints on the floor with care. Your hands had to be steady, not shaking. You interrupted the song to get your breathing under control.

Inhale.

Breathe out.

Grab the flints.

Inhale.

Exhale.

A sharp stroke.

The clatter of the stone threw sparks onto the pile of twigs and a flame sprang up. You started humming again as the fire slowly consumed the wood until it reached the petals of the circle.

A tear.

The fire continued to progress and you stared desperately at the petal in the center, quickly ridding yourself of the tears that were blurring your vision. The flame touched the edge of the petal and you watched the letter “C” burn away and disappear into the ashes.

The flame faded as the twigs gradually disappeared and, once gone, you slipped the petal on the frame back into its jar.

Now you had to put the frame away. Your fingers brushed the edge of the picture inside of it. Despite the years, you had managed, by some miracle, to keep the photograph almost undamaged. At least, sufficiently intact that you could still distinguish the shape of an ape in the center of the picture, despite the cracks.

He was a force of nature. You had taken this photo on a December day, you still knew because you could still discern the white flakes clinging to his dark fur. Back then, you loved taking pictures.

What did they call you again?

The memory keeper.

Even after all this time, it still made you smile. You gently squeezed the frame between your fingers, keeping it balanced on the knees you'd just tucked in towards you. This way, he was a little closer to you.

You made an extra effort to remember the day. He was standing high enough to see everyone around him. He must have been talking about something important; he always had that powerful, soul-piercing stare when he was saying something important. But he always looked…

“Grumpy.”

You concluded your thought in a whisper that knotted your throat. Grumpy. You almost expected to hear him growl, his ego bruised, every time you reminded him that he was sometimes a little too grumpy. “Grumpy because a lot on my shoulders,” he'd snap back at you. “No, grumpy because you're old” you'd always reply, your eyes always playful. And you were the only one who could say such a thing, with the only result being an amused snore coming from him.

And you felt yourself take a deep breath. Of all the pictures you'd taken, this was the last one you had left. You had to put the frame back in the chest, so your fingers tightened even more around the wood. Your head tilted slightly forward, closing your eyes as the wood touched your forehead.

Tonight was difficult.

You took another deep breath, and before the knot in your throat hurt too much, you straightened up and went to put the frame in the chest.

“Caesar, tonight is really difficult,” you whispered, watching the shadow of the lid close over the frame.

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It had been a restless night. When your eyes opened the next morning, they felt heavy and swollen, and you found yourself rubbing your eyes to try and make the heaviness go away.

Today, there was much to do. After changing from your night clothes to your day ones, you removed the branch blocking the door and let the sun shine in, warming your skin. The fresh early-morning air caressed your skin and you took a few seconds to smell the distinctive light scent that follows a thunderstorm.

No sooner had you taken a few steps forward than your feet bumped into something hard, causing you to lose your balance. In a fraction of a second, you found yourself on your butt on the ground, a stabbing pain in your right hip that had failed to move to stop you from falling.

“Ouch!” was the only thing that slipped out of your mouth.

You straightened up slightly, remaining seated in the grass, to see what had caused your fall and a pile of apples laid exactly under the wobbly small porch that covered your front door.

God, what a dummy not to have put that away last night. You thought to yourself, looking down at your hands full of dirt. You'd have to go to the river to clean it up, and now you'd just have to take your night clothes with you because you'd also have to wash the ones you were wearing-the mud from the storm must have dirtied your current clothes.

A pile of apples. You thought as you rubbed your hands together.

A pile of apples. You glanced at your right hip. Pfft, if you'd made Caesar break it to put it back in its place, you'd never have fallen today. In fact, you'd have avoided more than one fall.

All because of a misplaced pile of apples.

A pile of misplaced apples.

And like a light bulb switching on, your gaze suddenly fell on those apples that actually had nothing to do there. You hadn't gathered them the day before.

Then you heard it. A muffled purr came gently from behind you. Surely you should have turned around, stood up and dealt with it, but you'd found yourself rooted to the spot, eyes glued to those apples, waiting as an orangutan appeared in your field of vision.

And you refused to look at him, your hands balled into fists to keep them from shaking. You weren't afraid. No. But for some obscure reason, your brain had simply decided to freeze.

The orangutan once again let out a rumble, softer this time, and held out his hand to you.

“I'll help.”

His voice made you blink several times. You did your best to snap out of your stupor, but this time your eyes agreed to look at him, and the orangutan seemed delighted.

Just one more moment. It took another second, just one, to see your hand slip into his and before you knew it, you were back on your feet.

“Raka, we must go.”

The second voice surprised you a little. It sounded familiar and your eyes fell on a chimpanzee, a little further away, who had just finished saddling a horse. You frowned, your horse? You were trying to determine whether it was really yours, but the distance didn't allow you to be sure. There was only one way to find out.

So you whistled.

The horse shook its head and the chimpanzee didn't have time to grab the reins before your horse galloped off to meet you. They were going to take your horse… in exchange for a stack of apples?

You grabbed the reins and stroked the horse's neck as he snorted. He chewed the bit and blew heavily through his nostrils.

For a fraction of a second, you forgot about the two large apes who, from the sounds they were making, weren't particularly happy to have lost a chance of obtaining a second means of locomotion: in your peripheral vision, you could see another horse quietly grazing.

Your hands still knew what to do, and it didn't take you long to remove the bridle and bit from your horse's mouth.

“He doesn't like it.” you said simply.

And only silence answered you, so you showed the bridle to the two apes.

“The bit, he doesn't like it, he's not used to it.”

Your answer didn't seem to convince them. They stared at you, dumbstruck, and if you paid close enough attention, you could almost see their mouths hanging wide open. And that left you bewildered. What didn't they understand? You'd heard them talking, so that certainly wasn't the problem.

“You can't take my horse.” You went on, starting to remove the saddle.

It was becoming increasingly obvious that they were staring at you as if you'd just landed from the sky.

“If you want a horse, there's a wild herd to the south, past the river.” And you pointed in the right direction.

They remained silent as tombs, but the chimpanzee followed the direction you pointed with his eyes.

“Just be careful, the group's stallion isn't very friendly.” You thought it important to tell him.

Your gaze fell back on them and the orangutan, Raka, if you'd heard correctly, hadn't moved a muscle. The chimpanzee, on the other hand, was staring at you thoughtfully, as if he was trying to put together a puzzle with a missing piece. He then moved towards you inquisitively, perhaps, confused?

“Echo, speak?”

It was certainly the most surprising sentence you'd ever heard in your life.

[changetyre]

Not like this II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: I've always wanted to write a Mafia imagine and I've had this idea in the drafts for like 2 years now and finally decided to write it out so here it is ;)

Thud.

Charles's eyes snapped open at the loud noise originating from his living room. His hand immediately clasped the gun that rested under his pillow as he listened out for anything else.

The shuffling that followed was enough to have him getting out of bed silently as he made his way around his bedroom.

He could hear someone grunting. He opened his door, darkness enveloped the living room the only light being from the large windows which surrounded it.

"For fuck's sake." He heard someone whisper and he thought he recognized the voice but it simply couldn't be right?

He walked further into the living room, seeing someone's feet disappear behind the coffee table. He silently took more steps toward whoever was there.

"Before you kill me could you at least get me a drink? Anything with Whiskey will do." Charles heard as you spoke breathless from your spot on the floor.

He finally closed the distance standing by your feet in fact confirming it was you. His gun still pointed right at your head.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Charles asked annoyed.

"Ugh." you sighed. "Long story but your guards are really sh*t you know, killed them both in no time." You laughed, being stopped by a painful grunt.

Charles turned on the lamp on the table by the end of the couch providing enough light for him to see the trail of blood you'd left along with the pool of blood forming on his white carpet.

"You're ruining my carpet." Charles scoffed putting his gun away.

"Least I could do before letting you kill me." You shrugged, your breathing only getting heavier.

"What do you mean letting me kill you?" Charles asked as he moved away and around his apartment. You weren't able to see what he was doing from your spot on the floor where you'd decided to rest.

"We got attacked...idk who they are but- Fuck-" You grunted in pain again after moving slightly. "They are powerful Charles, they killed us ...every single one of us."

"Not you." Charles spoke from afar.

"Basically did." You laughed which you soon regretted with the pain it brought you. The gunshot to your stomach kept spurting blood despite you pressing hard on it.

"So why did you come here apart from dirtying my place?" Charles asked again, you could hear him opening and closing cupboards.

"Well you know...figured this ongoing battle we had going on, to see who would kill who first...Well, I'm gonna die anyway so I might as well let you win." You shuffled so your back rested on the couch and you could sit up slightly not caring one bit about covering the white couch with your blood.

Charles came back into view holding a bottle of whiskey, along with tongs, bandages, and a suture kit.

"Not my fucking couch!" Charles yelled annoyed.

"What's that for?" You asked but Charles didn't bother answering before he ripped your shirt from the side effortlessly allowing him to see your wound.

"Won't even invite me a drink first?" You joked, but your humor was short-lived as Charles pushed your hand away pouring the liquid over it.

"FU-" your voice was muffled as Charles put a rag on your mouth letting you bite down on it.

Charles didn't waste time as he disinfected the tools before sticking them in your wound looking for the bullet.

You writhed around in pain and despite this not being the first bullet you've taken somehow this one felt more painful.

"Stay Still." Charles demanded making you roll your eyes at him.

After what felt like forever he finally took the bullet out showing it to you before throwing it on the already bloodied carpet.

"I hate you." You spit the ragout and panted as you tried to steady your breath.

"Shut up." Charles's focus stayed on your body as he began sowing your wound shut.

"Why are you even doing this?" You asked.

Charles didn't answer you and you wondered what he was thinking about.

"Shit-" You hissed at the pain from the needle and thread going through you.

"Done." he avoided your eyes as he got up gathering everything up with him and moving away again.

"Charles-" you called out.

You still didn't have the strength to get up and go after him but a few seconds later Charles came back with water and a pill.

"Take this." He placed them both on the table in front of you before turning to walk away again.

"Charles answer me." You said more firmly this time.

He stopped in his tracks before turning around to face you. "If I'm gonna kill you...it'll be after a fair fight." He answered.

"Charles I have nothing left." You said, this time not caring how weak your voice sounded or the way your eyes watered in front of him. "Didn't you hear me? They killed all of my people." it pained you, truly did to think of all of the loyal men and women that were gone in a single night. "They think I'm dead too so just finish the job...please" you begged, something you'd never done before.

Charles didn't speak for a few seconds, avoiding your eyes again. "Drink that. I'll get the guest room ready since I can't ask my men to do it."

[elizabethsnuts]

Winterwidow baby perfecting her parkour skills (I.e climbing all over couch,table,hell even the kitchen) and scaring the living daylights out of her mama

Little Spy

WinterWidow x Daughter!reader

Summary: You can’t stop scaring Nat with all your little parkour tricks.

———

The Avengers Tower buzzed with activity as Bucky and Natasha tried to balance their duties as Avengers with the joys and challenges of parenthood. You were a ball of energy at two years old, with a mischievous streak that kept both your parents on their toes.

———

One particularly sunny afternoon, Natasha found herself in the kitchen, preparing snacks for the team. As she chopped vegetables, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Glancing around, her eyes landed the fridge, and there, perched on the top of it, was you, grinning mischievously.

"Buck!" Natasha called out, her voice a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Come see what your daughter's up to now."

Bucky appeared in the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene. "Looks like she's been perfecting her parkour skills again."

Natasha shook her head, trying to suppress a smile. "She's going to give me a heart attack one of these days."

Meanwhile, you, oblivious to your parents' concern, giggled as you leaped from the fridge to the countertop, then onto the kitchen table. "Look, Mama! I be like Peter!"

Natasha couldn't help herself from being impressed at her daughter's fearlessness but her heart was skipping a beat every time she watched you jumped from surface to surface. "You certainly are, sweetheart. But let's try to keep our feet on the ground, okay?"

Bucky scooped you up into his arms, chuckling as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck. "You're quite the little spy, aren't you, babydoll?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "I spy with my little eye, Daddy!"

As Bucky carried you out of the kitchen, Natasha couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her little family. Despite the chaos and the constant surprises, she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. She shook her head with a smile and resumed with chopping the vegetables.

———

Later that evening, Bucky was lounging on the couch in the Avengers Tower common room, flipping through a book while sipping his coffee. Natasha sat across from him, tapping away on her laptop, her attention divided between her work and keeping an eye on you.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the room, followed by Natasha's exasperated sigh. Bucky looked up, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he spotted you perched precariously on top of the kitchen counter.

Natasha glanced up from her laptop, her eyes wide with alarm. "Y/N! How did you even get up there?"

You grinned with joy, your giggles flowing out of your mouth as you pointed to a nearby chair. "I climb, Mama!"

Bucky chuckled, setting his book aside. "She’s just like you, Nat."

Natasha shook her head, trying to hide her smile. "She's getting too sneaky!"

Bucky lifted you up from the counter, holding you securely in his arms. "She's just fearless, like her old man."

You giggled, wrapping your tiny arms around Bucky's neck again. "Daddy, watch me climb!"

Bucky grinned, lifting you higher. "Alright, let's see what you've got, babydoll."

You squirmed in excitement, wriggling out of Bucky's grasp and darting across the room. With the agility of what seemed to be from both your parents, you leaped onto the coffee table, then onto the back of the couch, and finishing on a table nearby.

Natasha gasped, her heart leaping into her throat as she watched your daring jumps. "Bucky, she's going to get hurt!"

But Bucky just laughed, his eyes sparkling with pride. "She's fine, Nat. Look at her go!"

You jumped off the table and onto the floor, your tiny feet landing perfectly onto it as you beamed up at your parents. "I did it! I spy like Mama and Daddy!"

Natasha let out a relieved sigh as Bucky gently lifted you back onto his hip. "You certainly are, sweetheart. But let's try to keep the climbing to a minimum, okay?"

You nodded in slight disappointment, it quickly disappeared though when Tony walked in with the takeout for the night, your eyes widened with excitement.

As Bucky sat you down in your hair chair at the Avengers dinner table, Natasha couldn't help but smile. Despite the constant chaos and danger that surrounded them, moments like these reminded her of just how interesting and exciting you were. And with Bucky by her side, she knew they could handle anything that you decided to throw their way.

[bumblesimagines]

i feel like i haven't seen you in ages.

how many years has it been since we ended things?

i'm sorry for everything. i really am.

Sam Carpenter

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

Hauling a trash bag in one hand, (Y/N) shot off some quick texts with just his thumb, though it proved difficult when it kept wiggling and nearly slipping from his grasp. He gave a quiet, frustrated huff and stuffed the phone into his back pocket once he grew closer to the room where the apartment building's trash chute was located, small grumbles leaving him until he shouldered the door open and noticed another person inside. 

Immediately, he slapped a polite smile on his face and barely glanced at his presumed neighbor. He learned quickly that only a select few residents living in the building actually wanted to befriend their neighbors; everyone else smiled politely and nodded stiffly without stopping for a greeting. Coming from a small, tight-knit town, the difference was startling.

The person, a girl he noted from the long hair, stood right in the corner of his eye, lingering. He would've assumed she needed help getting her trash down the obnoxiously small chute but there were no bags in her hands or resting near her feet. "(Y/N)?" She spoke quietly, her voice... familiar?

(Y/N) shoved his bag into the chute and took a breath before craning his head to look over his shoulder. It took him a moment, his sluggish brain still settling down from a long workday, but one good look at her face and a tidal wave of memories slammed into him.

Samantha fucking Carpenter. His high school ex-girlfriend who'd left a simple breakup voicemail before disappearing off the face of the Earth, only to reappear on the news following the massacre that ransacked their small town for what felt like the fourth or fifth time.

"Sam, Jesus... I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." He didn't think it'd be appropriate to mention he'd seen her plenty of times being blasted all over social media or shit-talked by the students of Blackmore University. He gave his trash bag another hearty shove so it finally tumbled down the tub. "How many years has it been since we ended things? Nine? It's good seeing you."

"Eight, actually." Sam corrected him softly, her arms curling around herself. She looked somber, melancholic, sober. A part of him felt guilty for being surprised with her sobriety, though, after everything she and her sister went through, he couldn't say he'd blame her for relapsing. "Yeah, uhm.. I'm sorry for everything. I really am. I should've- I don't know, been more considerate? I shouldn't have left like that."

"It's been eight years, Sam. All that's in the past now." He chuckled and dusted off his hands, offering her a half-shrug after. "I didn't think you'd end up in New York, though. What brought you to the city?"

"Tara, actually. She and her friends are attending Blackmore now. I, uhm.. I don't want her wandering the city without someone keeping an eye out for her." Sam let out a long sigh and brought her hand to her shoulder, her fingers kneading into her muscles. God, she really did look tired. He couldn't begin to imagine what went through her head. "I never thought I'd be the helicopter type but..." She shook her head. "What brought you here?"

His shoulders straightened and he grinned. "I work at Blackmore, funnily enough. It's my first year teaching Art History. I haven't seen Tara but if she takes Art History at some point, she might end up in one of my classes. Can't say I'll play favorites, though."

The ghost of a smile passed over her face and she laughed softly. "I'll tell her to keep an eye out for you. I think she liked you more than me."

"Yeah, well, I won her over by buying her ice cream all the time so I wouldn't take it personally."

Despite the years, and the heart-shattering way they parted, talking to Sam felt refreshing. There'd been a point in his life where they'd been best friends, even though they spent most of their high school years getting into trouble and making themselves extremely acquainted with the local cops. Things were different now; they were older, more mature, and with plenty of life experience in their back pockets.

"I'd love to catch up sometime, Sam." He told her gently. "I've got plenty of stories to tell."

Sam smiled again, this time wider. "I'd like to hear some, then."

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile XVI

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Well, well. This chapter might be difficult to answer, so don't hesitate to ask question, unless they spoil the story, I'll answer them. Hope you enjoy what is coming next.

The next morning,you were walking with Alastor into the woods you have grown to know like the back of your hand.You had to insist for Alastor to bring you with him. He wanted you to stay with Alice but you were having none of it. You didn’t really know what just happened at Alice’s, you were feeling exhausted and a bit scared.

“ So, you couldn’t hear me or Alice, and then you heard footsteps and the noise of a shovel digging into the ground?” asked Alastor, keeping his rifle in his left hand, the other keeping yours. 

“ Yes… Do you think I’m crazy? Maybe I fainted for a moment..?” you turned your eyes toward Alastor, wishing to be reassured. You almost thought you would see him looking at you with pity but he just squeezed your hand tighter, never stopping smiling.

“ No, dear. We can’t be both crazy, this town wouldn’t survive it. No, no, I’ll look into it, okay?” he smiled at you with a soft gaze. He kissed the back of your hand. “ Don’t think you can run away by pretending to be crazy, dearest.”

You smiled at him before stopping abruptly. There were footsteps on the ground, and from how deep into the mud there were, you knew the person was probably running.  You let go of Alastor’s hand, the both of you investigating around. You were looking at the floor and crouched, frowning. What was it…? They were tiny … was it..?

“ Dog’s paws..?” you  tilted your head. It clearly looked like a dog's paws. You called out to Alastor whose smile turned into a grimace.

“ They really brought the mutts out.” he sighed before looking around. 

“ You don’t think it could be an unlucky hunter, right?”

“ Unfortunately, no. This part of the forest belongs to my family, which means, if they took that path down the forest, they came from my house, which is illegal. So it can’t be a hunter, but policemen use dogs  don’t they?…”

“Yes, but they can’t just enter someone's property like that. My father would never.” 

Alastor’s smile widened as he tapped his chin with his finger. He seemed to enjoy himself.

“ Let’s follow the trail, we’ll make a conclusion when we see where it ends.” 

You walked, trying to ignore your growing headache.  You sighed in relief when you felt Alastor’s hand on your waist. You both stopped when you reached the place where you’ve killed for the first time.  You looked at Alastor as he gently tugged you toward a big tree and just as you expected, it seemed like someone had tried to dig up a hole.

“ Mhn… They didn’t dig up deep enough.” said Alastor with a mocking tone. He walked around the hole before pointing his gun toward a noise. You smiled when you saw a deer, staring at Alastor then near his feet. You began to walk toward him but Alastor stopped you with his hand. “ Don’t come any closer, there is a bear trap.”

You choked on your own saliva when you saw a bear trap, hidden by leaves, centimeters away from Alastor’s right foot. If he had kept walking, he would have been stuck inside it. You stared at the deer, dumbfounded. Did the deer.. warned Alastor? Were you losing your mind?

The deer stared at Alastor before leaving in the forest.

“ Well… That was odd. But more importantly, a bear trap? Seems like someone really wants to catch us.” he laughed as he crouched in front of the trap. “ Did they not dig deep enough on purpose so we would lower our guard and get caught by the bear trap..?”

“ Do you think they are still here?” you looked around.

“ No, darling. The forest is noisy and I don’t feel eyes upon us. We’re clean, for now. But what is amazing is that.. You saw it coming.  You knew that someone was trying to dig up my father.”

Alastor walked toward you.

“ Darling, is there anything strange that happened to you during this week?”  You blinked at him. The strangest thing that had happened this week was seeing your best friend making a contract with your future husband to kill someone she was supposed to marry. “ No apparitions?”

“ Alastor, what in the sweet hell are you talking about?”

“ Well, I’m trying the soul bounding spell. It can take several months to be able to bound a soul to another one, and I was worried that maybe I did something wrong which could have.. made you have that vision.”

You smiled at him, before kissing his lips. You were curious about his voodoo’s spells, but it was an unknown world for you, you hoped one day Alastor would teach you.

“ No Alastor, I didn’t see anything worth mentioning. What should I be worried about?”

“ Nothing serious, if there is something anormal, you would feel it.” he touched your forehead with his own, staring into your eyes. “ So… Do you have an idea how to kill Alice’s future husband ?”

You laughed as you felt Alastar’s arms wrapped around you. You kissed him several times, savoring the moments.

“ Mhn.. What about this? This weekend, we will go to Alice’s cottage and spend the days together, just the two of us thinking about murder?” you teased him, sliding your hands on his torso as you bite your lips. “ You could show me some techniques…”

“ I could show you how to tie someone so they can’t escape.” he smirked as he loomed over you. “ But it is a great idea, darling.” he kissed you twice before walking toward the bear trap. “ Also, I’m taking this to your father.” you tilted your head. “ Of course, dear. Someone trespassed into my domain and even put on a weapon that almost wounded me! If this is a policeman who has done this, your father would know. “

“ But.. They would want to understand why it was near a hole, they are going to investigate the forest.”

“ I’ve never said I found it there, dear.” he smirked at you and you couldn’t help but laugh.” The only person who knows where we found the bear trap are you, my darling , myself and the one we want to catch. I’m just going to provoqued them a little bit.

You laughed as you went back home. Alastor had to go to work and you didn’t want to stay all alone at home. You took a bottle of wine and some pastries and went out. Maybe talking with Alice about everything that happens could be great. You were sure she had a ton of questions to ask you.

You stopped walking when you were in front of the park, you couldn’t help but look for your new friend. Well, he wasn’t a friend but maybe a confidant ? You smiled when you entered the park and saw the old man sitting on his usual bench. You sat next to him.

“ Hello sir.”

“ Hello little lady.” he smiled warmly at you.

You began to talk about your days, the man still listening to you quietly. You looked at him, trying to see if he had any signs of religion on him but you couldn’t find any.

“ Sir, you believe in… spirits?”

“ Yes, I do.”

“ I … I have some questions” you looked around, making sure nobody was listening, but no one was taking notice of you" “ I think I fainted and I might… have seen a scene that was happening somewhere else?”

“ Oh, it’s interesting. How did you feel?”

“ Tired. I had a headache all night until… recently.”

“ Did you talk about it with your husband ?” he asked, looking at the people walking in front of you.

“ Well, yes ! He was worried but it must be my imagination.” you laughed. You were sure about what happened.

“ Does that make it any less real?” he tilted his head, his gentle expression still there, with eyes so gentle and wise you wondered what kind of life he lived.

“ Well..” you groaned as you held your head, your headache was coming back full force. You closed your eyes, trying to contain the pain. Gosh, it was so painful.

“ Waking up might be painful this time, little lady, I apologize.”

You tried to open your mouth but you felt like something was tearing you apart from your own body. You could feel the tears from pain whelming up in your eyes. What was happening ?

“ Hey! Look at me !”

You opened your eyes, gasping for air and looked at the man who was shaking you by your shoulders. Did he think you were sleeping? God, your head was hurting so bad and now you could feel something sliding down your nose… you tried to focus your vision to see the man’s face, his voice was familiar.

“ John…?”

And that’s all you remember before your vision turned black.

You could hear people talking around you. They were so noisy… You couldn’t open your eyes or move your body. You felt so tired, even more than usual.

“ She was talking all alone while sleeping, sitting on a bench! I’m not lying, and then when I woke her up she had a nosebleed and her eyes seemed red– ”

“ Aah… Thank you, John. I’m going to stay with my daughter, we’ll meet after this okay. Thank you for contacting me.”

Why would your father meet with John? Even if you didn't tell him why you stopped being friends with him, you didn’t think John would still reach out to your father. You forced your eyes to open and you found yourself staring at a white ceiling. wait.. Were you in a hospital? You sat up slowly as your father ran at your side.

“ Slow and steady, sweetheart.” He put his hand on your back, helping you stay steady on the hospital’s bed. “ Alastor is on his way.”  you felt your body relax at the new. You looked at your father who was already giving you food, the one you made for Alice.

“ What happened ?”

“ You were talking to yourself like a madwoman. I had to shake you forcefully for you to wake up.” you looked at John. He was staring at you, seeming worried but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to be near him. “ Hah, being almost married seems to do wonders for you.”

“ Get out.

“ Is there something I should know about..?” asked your father, looking at the both of you.

“ Nothing worth mentioning.” you spat, glaring at John who seemed hurt by your reaction. Did he really think you were going to thank him because he.. did he even help you ? What happened to Legba? You groaned, your head was killing you.

“ Darling, I’m here.” Alastor walked past John, going straight to you, taking your hands between yours. You relaxed immediately, going into his arms. What was happening to you? 

“ You should take better care of your future wife. She is going insane, talking to herself on a bench.”

You felt Alastor’s body tense. His smile was still, as usual, as he turned his head toward John. It seemed like he didn’t even notice John when he entered your hospital’s room. You wanted to punch John in the face, who did he think he was? 

“ From what I have seen, my fiancée is feeling bad when you are around, should I get rid of you?” he smiled with a beaming expression making your father chuckle.

“ The day I see Alastor being violent, is the day I stop working!” he laughed before standing up. “ But John, boy, let’s talk outside.” your father said with a cold expression. You smirked, your father hated when you were being disrespected. You watched as the two men left your room before feeling Alastor’s hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“ Darling, what happened ? Talking alone?”

You shook your head slowly, caressing his cheeks.

“ No, I was with a new acquaintance of mine. I think you should meet, he is very interesting, he is very old though…But then my head started hurting so bad I had to close my eyes and hold my face to calm myself. He must have see me when I was trying to smooth the pain.”

“ Yes, darling, I’ll meet everyone you want.” he sighed while stroking your hair. “ What is the name of the gentleman who stole my darling’s attention?” he teased you as you stuck your tongue at him.

“ Legba.”

You felt Alastor's body freezed, the temperature dropping. You blinked at him, looking at his frozen smile as he stared at you without showing anything.

“ Do you know him..?” you asked. Maybe they have already met but couldn’t get along? 

“ I… I know his name, yes. What do you talk about with him?” he sat next to you, his expression back to usual.

“ I’m the one mostly talking. And we share food! Now that I think about it, I didn’t have the time to give him something to eat today…” you gasped as Alastor helped you stand up. He smiled at you.

“ Let’s see if he is still where you left him! I really want to meet him."He kissed your cheeks before taking your things. You nodded, you didn’t want to stay here any longer. You both left your room, never meeting your father or John. You brought Alastor to the park, hoping to see the old man. You hoped John hadn't been too rude to Legba.

You smiled, feeling relieved as you saw him sitting in his usual spot. 

“ It’s him, do you see him, Alastor?” you walked toward the old man who lifted his head up once you were close. “ Well, hello once again.”

You sat next to him, Alastor sitting next to you silently. How weird, most of the time he would try to make himself see. 

“ You are back early, are you alright now?”

“ I’m doing great, thank you. I hope the man that bothered us wasn’t too rude to you.” you relaxed when you saw him shake his head. “ I came back because I realized I didn’t give you anything to eat and I wanted you to meet my future husband, Alastor!” 

You saw the man’s smile widened as he looked at Alastor.

“ Aah, the famous Alastor… “ you smiled before giving the man a pastry. You didn’t know why you felt like you had to give him something in return for his presence…” Seems like you won’t be left in the dark anymore.”

“ What do you mean?”

“ You didn't want me to meet Alastor in particular, it’s Alastor who wanted to meet me, right?” you nodded, but was the difference so important? “ You shouldn’t stay out too long, night is coming soon, I will have to go back.”

You looked at the darkening sky. How long were you out? How long did you stay in the hospital? You nodded at the old man, feeling better. You stood up, stretching your body.

“ See you soon, then.”

“ See you again, little lady.” said Leba as he stood up and walked away with his cane.

 You turned your head toward Alastor, who was staring at you, his smile twitching, his feet tapping the floor nervously.

“ Why didn’t you speak to him? Didn’t you want to meet him?” you crossed your arms on your chest, raising an eyebrows.

“ I’m.. going to explain everything as soon as we get home.” he took your hands and made you walk quickly toward his home. When you entered Marie’s home, it was already dark. You didn’t have the time to say hi to his mother, Alastor was dragging you into his bedroom. He was being so weird.

“ Alright darling. When did you meet this man?”

“ What are you playing at?” you asked, sitting on his bed.

“ Please, answer me.”

“ It hasn't even been a week yet.”

“ What does he look like?”

“ You saw him! He was sitting next to me!” you threw your arms in the air, feeling agitated. Why Alastor seemed to be excited and worried.

“ No, darling, you were sitting alone.”

…

“ Alastor,” you laughed nervously. “ you saw me.. I was talking with him..”

He approached you and kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“ You sat on the bench and then closed your eyes. It seemed like you were asleep to me but you were whispering some sentences, I couldn’t hear everything unfortunately.”

You paled. What was going on? What was he talking about? Were you crazy? Would you be thrown in an asylum and die there?

“ Darling, keep your eyes on me. It’s… It’s my fault I think.” he bit his lips while staring at you, you weren’t aware you were clawing at his hands, shaking. “ I told you I was practicing for our bounding soul spell, right?” he waited for you to nob before continuing. “ To be able to perform spells, you need one spirit in particular. His name is Papa Legba, but he never showed himself to me.”

“ Alastor… What are you trying to tell me..?” your voice was shaking, you didn’t understand a word he was saying.

“ Papa Legba is the guardian of the crossroads, he embodies the communication and access to the spirit world. Darling, it’s… it’s very amazing for such a spirit to be near you but also dangerous. You aren’t the type to just give food to someone you don’t know, yet you did it, you know why?”

“ I don’t know.. I just felt like it, as a thank you for his presence.”

“ That’s what we call an offering. But you need strong sacrifices for those spirits to stay and give you what you asked. I don’t think you asked him anything, did you..?”

“ I ask for his advice..” you whispered, trying to understand everything Alastor was saying. You wanted to know more about voodoo? Well, you didn’t expect to have that knowledge so fast in this situation.

“ I see.. From what I saw, when you talk with him, you go into a trance. When John woke you up by force, it broke your connections and I know for a fact that it can be very painful. Furthermore, you didn’t give him any sacrifices and nature always takes back what you didn’t give.”

“ So… Because I didn’t give him something in return for his presence, they took back..?”

“ Your energy.” he nodded, still caressing your hands who had stopped shaking.  “ But I don’t understand why he came to you and not me when I’m asking for him… I did find other ways with another spirit but still..”

“ When are you summoning him?”

“ When I come home, mostly when my mother is asleep.” he sighed, looking away, seeming in his thoughts. You tilted slightly your head, looking at Alastor.

“ I think…Maybe he doesn’t like being summoned at night? I.. He was the one who left today when he saw the sky getting darker, I would feel the need to go home when night time was coming and I was talking with him..”

“ Mhn.. Maybe we’ll try to summon him tomorrow with a good sacrifice. I’m working with another spirit right now but working with Papa Legba could be useful.”

“ Who are you working with?” you tilted your head, curiously, if Papa Legba was the spirit to make spells, who else could do it?

“ Some people say it’s his other side. The one who reigns on the night.” he sat next to you with a smirk. “ Names are important dear, we don’t call spirits just like this.'' He waited for you to nod before standing up. “Until I tell you otherwise, don’t speak, okay? Well, please, meet..” he stared at you, almost waiting for you to back down.

 You stood up, staring at him dead in the eyes. Universe could bring men, women, spirits, gods, you would follow Alastor in Hell. He smiled when he saw your expression.

 “Kalfu.”

You felt shivers as the room turned cold. You look around and put your hand on your mouth to muffle a scream that would have come out. Behind Alastor, his shadow was moving like it was its own person. You looked at Alastor and your eyes widened as you saw his eyes being red. He was staring at you, observing your reaction.

Alastor’s shadows moved on the walls curiously, looking at items, then he went toward you and you flinched when you felt its touch on your legs. It was.. a strange feeling.  It didn’t seem… bad. You approached your head toward its head and smiled softly as the shadows let itself be touched.

“ Of course, as I told you, there is a price.” you nodded as you looked at him. “ For this power, I need to kill Alice’s blackmailer. Before you stress out, no, the spirit doesn’t force me to do it. We just.. Think the same.” he smirked as he crossed his arms on his torso, its shadow nodding at Alastor’s side with a hideous big grin.

You nodded once more, observing him. His eyes were red but beautiful. You walked slowly toward him, raising your hand toward his cheek before kissing him. You felt Alastor’s body relax as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you against his torso. 

You leaned back to watch his eyes that were slowly but surely taking their natural color back. The room wasn’t as dark as a moment ago.

“ You can talk my dear.”

“ I need to sleep.. “ you closed your eyes, feeling exhausted. You fell asleep as soon as your head hitted the pillows, Alastor didn’t even try to stop you from changing into your night clothes.

You woke up the next day, with Alastor arms wrapped around you. You smiled softly as you felt his breath on your neck, his torso against your back.  You sat up, slowly, trying not to wake up Alastor.

You walked toward the mirror, looking at yourself.

What the fuck happened yesterday?

You were having a powerful spirit by your side, you didn’t know why, he would eat your energy if you didn’t give him anything to.. eat? You sighed, trying to clear your thoughts. But, right now you needed to have answers…

“ Papa Legba.” you whispered.

“ Yes, little girl?”

You almost punched the mirror as you saw your reflection bending and twisting into unusual angles before taking the form of the old man you used to know.

“ Seems like you are no longer in the dark.”

“ I.. I still feel lost.”

“ No wonder you asked for me, I’m used to taking care of lost souls.”

“ Why … Why did you appear by my side when I never once tried to summon you? I didn’t even know you existed.”

“ Well, this is Alastor’s fault. When he tried to summon me the first time, he had a tissue tainted with your blood. I think he wanted to make a soul bounding spell, but he is still experimenting. He should ask advice from his mother.”

“ You.. You worked with Marie?”

“ Alastor’s mother asked spirits' help to protect Alastor from danger. She mostly worked with Gran Bwa. But you’ve seen him already.” you shook your head. “ The deer that warned Alastor about the bear trap.” your eyes were wide open. “ And many other times, his mother did a lot to protect him. Do you really think he would have made it to your home with you that time you almost drowned? I was the one who showed him the way to the cottage, if not, you both would have been dead because of the cold.”

Marie was working with spirits… Well, you weren’t that surprised, if Alastor was working with them, it meant that he had it in his blood but… But what were you doing here?

“ So, because Alastor has my blood on a tissue, you went… to meet me?”

“ It’s more complicated than that.”

You nodded without being sure of understanding anything that was happening.

“ Are… Are you a good spirit?” you looked at him as he laughed, taping his cane against the mirror.

“ Well, I try to be. I can help you work with good spirits, those who want to do good in the world.” he nodded. You bit your lips and then opened your mouth.

“ Alastor is working with a spirit… Is he a bad one?”

“ Mhn… Alastor is working with him, hn? Kalfu controls the evil forces of the spirit world. He allows the crossing of bad luck, deliberate destruction, misfortune, injustice.  I control the positive spirits of the day; Kalfu controls the malevolent spirits of the night.”

“ Is he in danger?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper. 

“ No, Alastor and Kalfu will enjoy each other's company I think, keeping themselves on their toes.”

“ And I? Where do I stand here?”

“ Well, because or thanks to Alastor, your blood and your soul is being changed by him. Which, for now, makes you capable of talking to me. Even working with me, you accepted that vision almost perfectly.” 

So it was Papa Legba’s power that time? You tilted your head, making the old man follow your movement in the mirror.

“ Do you think I could… work with you to protect Alastor..? From what I understand, bad spirits aren’t there to protect but kill or harm. If Alastor is bound with them, can I help him by … I still don’t know how it works but, can I help him in any way?”

“ Mhn, little lady. You are an odd one. Your blood wasn’t made to work with Voodoo, but you have potential. You are connected to the energy on earth, and sensitive to the spirit world, if not you wouldn’t have been able to talk to me all that time. It would be a pleasure to work with you, but do you understand what it means?” you shook your head, feeling your body tense itself. “ That means Kalfu will want to work with you. Just like I would have wanted to work with Alastor. If you were to work with my.. twin, I would stop our deal.”

You nodded before pausing.

“ Won’t they be angry that I work with you? Won’t they try to separate us?”

“ Oh no, little lady. Not a chance, because for us, like for them, your duo is unusual. We wouldn’t want to destroy that, au contraire.” You nodded, feeling better but also you could sense Papa Legba presence having more pressure on you.

“ What.. What should I bring you, as a sacrifice ?”

“ Rooster.”  he smiled warmly at you. “ But for this time, I shall accept something sweet.”

“ Okay… One last thing, what is it going to be like working with you?”

“ I can call another spirit's power to help you, but depending on the power, the offering will get bigger and bigger. But for now, we’ll work slowly together, if that’s what you want.” he smiled when you nodded, sure of yourself. “ Now, I think most of the power I’m going to use with you will be through your eyes. But we’ll talk about it later, I’m getting really hungry.” You went downstairs without making a noise, you felt like you were half asleep. You took a piece of Marie’s cake before walking back toward Alastor’s bedroom. 

“ Oh, I recognize Marie’s cooking.” he laughed when you put the plate on a table, in front of the mirror. “ You should talk with Marie about all of this, the both of you.” Papa Legba said before disappearing from the mirror. You turned around and saw Alastor behind you, his eyes red, staring at the mirror.

“ Well, well, well.. Do my eyes deceive me ?”

“ What are you talking about?”

He smiled at you before hugging you from behind, nuzzling his head against your neck, staring at the mirror.

“ Red is really our color, right?”

You looked back at the mirror and two red eyes were staring back at you. 

Your eyes were red.

Just like Alastor.

As both of your eyes started to turn at their usual color you couldn’t help but sigh, you needed to have a discussion with Marie.

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Case 143 ~b.c

"Why do I keep getting attracted?"

Description: Chan helps you clean up the living room table and you're suddenly thinking about him more than you need to.

Word Count: 1K.

Author's note: SAURR...I DONT KNOW WHY BUT EVER SINCE THAT DANG LIVE LAST NIGHT SEEING CHAN CLEANING UP AT THE END WHEN HAN AND CHANGBIN LEFT THE HOTEL ROOM, IT LIKE...DID THINGS TO ME?!?!? I don't know, even when watching Chan's recent silent vlog where you have him just being domestic and like full on husband material, it was so attractive for no reason and I just kept thinking about it so this is the product of my thoughts because...yeah.

Additional info: Very short drabble, I just typed it all on my phone and there hasn't been a thorough proof read so sorry for the typos! Skz x you friendship only!! college!skz.

Thank you so much in advance for reading! Enjoy <3

"Oh shoot!" Han's eyes suddenly widened as he looked at his phone. "Our class is in three minutes and we have the exam, we gotta go!"

They got up immediately, one by one, almost crashing chairs and each other. Choruses of worry filled the room. You couldn't help but laugh, seeing them all, like animated characters trying to run for their lives.

"We keep saying we need a timer on display when you guys come over and it never happens." You said, watching as the rest of the guys tried to gather everything.

Here was the deal. You didn't really remember when it started, but your dorm basically became a haven for your eight friends- Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, and I.N. You haven't been friends with them long, but you all signed up for a campus study group together. Soon it didn't just become studying, but you liked the clan. The feeling wasn't unfamiliar, because you had 5 older brothers back at home, so something like this- rowdiness and a room full of men, it never intimidated you.

You all soon found fun things to do when it wasn't school inspired. They argued that you had the best dorm out of the eight, and so whenever there would be movie or game nights, they would all come over to yours. Soon it became the hub of hanging out. It was routine, days like today where a sunny afternoon playing UNO would result in each of the guys scattering around trying to hustle for their next class and exam. It was a Friday. You didn't have any classes today, but the guys would make a tradition to stop by your dorm for lunch and then make their way to their afternoon class.

Time was never on your side, however, because it always ended up like this.

"Where's my bag? Has anyone seen my bag?"

"I need to grab my shoes!"

"Ai yai yai I'm going to forget my coffee!"

"We're going to be late again!"

You stood up seeing the catastrophe and smiled, folding your arms. Playing cards always got you all carried away, and you did feel bad.

"Sorry, guys."

Seungmin passed by you, playfully shoving you with much force that you practically catapulted across the room.

"Install a timer the next time we're here, dummy." He shot, which of course was his nature to be like this.

You rubbed your arm. The man had a throwing aim. "That hurt!" You commented, though Seungmin paid no attention. Minho, who saw the exchanged only laughed at you.

You followed the rest of the guys who were by your door, huddled by the entrance to grab their shoes.

"Bye guys!" You called out with a wave as you watched them, pretending not to catch Han tripping over his two feet (he totally did).

Felix, who was standing nearest to you suddenly turned and outstretched his arms and you knew a hug was coming. He was the type that never left nor greeted somebody without a hug.

"Send me the receipt for the Uber eats, I'll pay you back what you covered today." He said, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You shook your head and departed.

"Nah, don't worry about it. It was my treat for the last time."

Felix gave a tight smile as he turned to get his shoes. "I thought you'd say that. Good thing I stole your phone while you went to the bathroom and sent it to myself." He gave a cheeky smile and waved his phone in the air, doing that clicking teeth habit he always did.

Your jaw dropped as everyone cheered and then you glared at him.

"Yessirrr!" Felix said with a smile.

"Lee Felix..." You sighed, not even having the right words to say anything else.

"Oh my gosh, Changbin, just leave the pizza!" Hyunjin suddenly shouted as he looked over his shoulder, giving an exasperated sigh.

"I can finish it, just..." You watched as Changbin was still by the living room, ripping off his crust.

"Yo! CB!" You called. Changbin looked up at you mid-bite.

"Take the box." You told him.

Changbin looked at you with a smile. "Really?"

"You heard her, take the box and stop wasting our time." I.N suddenly said as he reached the door. He sighed. "We're already late enough as it is."

You giggled seeing Changbin scurry down the hall making his way to the entrance as he had the pizza box in his hand.

"Ayo, who's giving me a ride again?" Han asked as he opened the door.

"You're with me and Seungmin I think." Minho said, following after him. He turned back and looked at you once, giving a small wave before they left your dorm, stepping outside.

"Felix, you can ride with us." Hyunjin suddenly volunteered. "It's me, Changbin, and Innie."

"Ah, thank you." Felix said, walking in tiny as he followed the taller member out the door. He gave one more smile to you and then headed out.

"Okay..." You heard Chan's voice from behind you. You smiled at him and he gave you a soft smile as he put on his shoes. He looked at you.

"Thank you so much for hosting us. I know they can be...intense." Chan said. You truly smiled. No matter how many times you all hung out, he as the eldest couldn't help but thank you. But honestly, it was never a chore for you. You loved those guys.

"Of course. You guys are always welcome." You said.

Chan walked to the door and gave you a final smile before he waved goodbye and left your dorm. When you have enough waves and said all the goodbyes to each one, you finally closed the door behind you and let out a breath.

You took a few steps down the hallway back to your living room, looking around at where to start. The thing was, usually if the guys were at your place, if there was food or anything of the sort involved, they would help clean up. But a day like today when the majority of them had exams and needed to rush, you were to take charge of it. It wasn't like you couldn't. Granted, you were a neat freak. But...you could admit that it was just nine of you who were here, and that does take a long time to clean up.

You started towards the table, first staring, deciding where you'd start next, when the door opened and you turned to realize that A) you didn't lock the door, and B) it was one of the guys but who? And what did he want?

You saw Chan step back inside your dorm and he flashed a small smile. "I'm sorry, I left my keys on the chair, I think." He said, starting to make his way over to where you were.

You looked over at the chair he was sitting at in the far corner and saw that he indeed left his keys. You laughed as Chan went to pick them up. When he got them, he turned, his attention now on the table.

"Wow...that's so much garbage." He commented.

You nodded, and then shrugged. "It's bearable. Just some pizza, leftover fries...ramen..." Your voice trailed. Who were you kidding? The table looked like an abandoned Last Supper.

Chan placed his keys in his pocket and then looked at you. "Do you mind if I gave you a hand?"

You blinked at him. "No, don't you have...an exam right now?"

"Ehhh, it's alright." Chan said. "I know the material. It's fine if I'm a little late." He said.

You shook your head. "Chan, no. I couldn't let you."

Chan just gave a soft smile, as he started leaning forward, stacking some paper plates. "It's alright, seriously."

"You don't have to."

"I want to." He chuckled. "Seriously, it's okay, I'm a weirdo that likes this kind of stuff. Organization, you know?"

You stared at him for a few seconds before following, going to work yourself to retrieve a garbage that Chan could put all the extra plates in.

The two of you worked together, placing all the fries on the same plate, sweeping down crumbs off the table, tossing empty soda cans in the recycle bin. It was pretty silent, there was the occasional question from Chan to where things would go, but other than that you both cleaned for the next ten minutes, placing things in order.

As you cleaned, your eyes couldn't help but wander to Chan. Not too much, not obvious, but...subtle glances here and there. You knew that Chan was the oldest of the guys. You knew he sort of had a more father attitude towards them. He treated them with love and care. You also knew that he liked housekeeping things that most people would seem weird, like laundry, or tidying or organizing. He would do it to his heart's content.

He was so attentive, so immensely soft that your heart couldn't help but beat randomly, and a sudden flash of a domestic life with him randomly entered your brain before you physically shook your head.

What in the world?

You could have eyes to see that Chan was outwardly attractive, of course. The man worked out, he managed to grow his hair a little bit in a fine almost mullet-like style, he didn't laugh often but when he did it was colorful. You saw all those things.

But then there was this...he was in your dorm, when all the other guys were long gone at this point, and he was helping you tidy up after them. It was husband material.

I'm sorry, did you just say husband?!?!?

"That looks like the last of it." Chan's voice suddenly broke out, causing you to snap out of it. You looked at the table in front of you and saw spotless order.

"Wow. Chan, thank you so much. Seriously. You didn't have to."

Chan smiled. "I wanted to." He repeated.

He did have to go, so he made his way to the front door, saying bye to you and you stepped outside, watching him walk to his car. You felt...different. Weird. Heavily attracted. And for what? All because he helped clean up?

When Chan was completely out of sight you groaned out loud. Your eyes were closed and you rubbed your forehead, trying not to think back to what just happened, but you definitely were.

This was ridiculous. You couldn't suddenly be thinking about Chan, someone you've known for a while, just because he started cleaning your living room table?

The bar was very low, but apparently the standard was pretty high.

You sighed, going back to the couch to sit down. Overplays of soft moments and pretty features filled your mind and you shook your head, though that didn't help anything. You sighed.

You're attracted to Chan because he helped clean up. Most people liked him because of his body, he was everyone's gym crush. But here you were attracted to his organizational ways and domestic material.

In what universe does that happen?!?!?

[selineram3421]

*whispering chant* Mermay, mermay, mermay!

Other Worldly

Part 4

Part 3

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ selectively mute reader, italics= thoughts, cannibalism-Rosie and Alastor ⚠

They were still quiet.

Why were they still quiet?

Alastor was confused.

He gave them the option to speak normally, they could talk all they wanted after singing to him. So why wouldn't they?

One thing he forgot to take into account was that the mer was a quiet one, and only spoke out of necessity. Sure, they had spoken to Charlie. Giving the Princess and the others quite the surprise, but they hadn't spoken to him.

It's been a month.

Why not speak to me? I'm a wonderful conversationalist! We could talk for hours! He thought with an annoyed smile.

At the moment he was up in his radio tower, finishing up a broadcast and putting on some music. Muttering about how the siren must be too intimidated or too shy to speak to him.

What he didn't notice was his shadow leaving his side.

.

You paced back and forth in front of the Radio Demon's hotel door.

Can I go in? Am I allowed to? You kept asking yourself. I mean, it was the other half of the room that I'm allowed to use but I don't know if I can go in through the first half. You sighed. I should have just asked before coming here.

There was an odd rattling chuckle behind you and then you felt something pull you down.

"Whoa!", you yelped and looked down to find Alastor's shadow grinning. "What are you-!"

Everything went black as you were pulled into the darkness.

You closed your eyes out of instinct and held your breath, scared that something bad might happen. There was the sinking feeling in your stomach as you felt the shadow drag you somewhere before everything just stopped.

Then you heard the wind rustle the leaves, feeling it brush across your cheeks. Peeking an eye open, you saw that you were where you wanted to be.

The fireflies were out and blinking their lights, a few landing on the tall grass nearby the wooden dock that went out a few feet in the water. You heard the shadow make another noise and turned around to find them behind you.

"Thank you.", you smiled at them and started to take off your shoes.

The shadow tilted its head at you. confused until you started to take off your pants.

It hissed and turned away.

"Sorry! Sorry, forgot you were there.", you apologized but continued to take off the bottom half of your clothes. "Last time I fell in water, my pants ripped and those were my favorite.", you explained. "Maybe I should just wear long skirts or something."

With the bottom half taken care of, you left your shirt on and jumped into the water, laughing as you made a big splash. The feeling of your legs turning into a fin felt comfortable, you just hated when you had to get your legs back. Lifting your tail fin up, you started to push yourself closer to the middle of the water.

Then you noticed the shadow in the water, moving like a snake to get to your side.

"What are you doing?", you asked but just let the shadow swim around you in the water.

Closing your eyes, you decided just to stay put and float. An activity that you haven't done in a long while since dying.

A minute to relax couldn't hurt.

.

Alastor noticed his shadow was missing after it didn't appear when he tried to call for it.

How odd.. Where is that rascal? He thought and got up to search for it.

Feeling the static from his shadow, he found that it lead to his hotel room. It's not odd but usually the shadow stuck near him and followed orders. Something had its attention.

As quietly as he could, the deer demon opened the door. A quick glance, nothing was out of the ordinary, so he walked in and closed the door behind himself. Following the static, he found his shadow went deep into the bayou.

Let's see what you've got now. He thought before making his way through the brush.

The Radio Demon made a list of ideas of what his shadow could be doing. Messing around with one of the crocodiles, hunting one of the little creatures, or something entirely different that he hasn't seen it do already.

That's when he found the dock, spotting his shadow with a sleeping mer.

"Well this explains it.", he crossed his arms. "I suppose I don't really need your help, though it would make it easier if I did have it."

All his shadow did was make a rumbling pur.

"Yes, yes. You're comfortable but don't make this a habit.", he waved it off and turned to face away from the water. "I'll leave them in your care.", he said before leaving.

As he made his way over to Cannibal Town, he thought of getting something for his little mer.

Perhaps I can make them a little safe haven to get them more comfortable... Yes, that should work.

The bell of the emporium door rang as he stepped through and greeted his friend.

"Rosie! How lovely it is to see you!", he said with a genuine smile.

"Alastor! Where have you been? Honestly, after hearing about that little fish, I thought you'd give me a clue on what happened next.", the black eyed woman walked over and linked arms with the man in red, guiding him over to her office.

"I do apologize but I have good news!", he said as they both entered the office.

It was a familiar sight for him, the pink-ish wallpaper and the plush cushions on the couches. A few plate platters with snacks on the coffee table, tea, and eating utensils. Quite the relaxing room.

"Well don't keep me in suspense.", Rosie released his arm and took off her hat, setting it aside before sitting on one of the couches. "Would you like a snack? I've got some cut up thigh meat."

"Sounds lovely, don't mind if I do.", he sat on the couch across from her. "Now, for what you've been asking."

"Go on.", she said, getting the plate of thigh meat on the coffee table.

"I finally got the little mer to make a deal with me but the only problem is that I don't own their soul."

"And why not? You'd never make a deal unless you got something worthwhile out of it.", Rosie asked.

"Ha! I've got all that I wanted at the moment.", he grinned. "I've got half of their powers and get to listen to them sing.", his smile widened. "Now all I have to do is make them more comfortable until they give their soul to me willingly."

"Alastor, I hope you're not doing anything to hurt the poor thing.", Rosie placed a fork on the table and took her own to stab into the thigh meat. "Quiet one like that should be taken care of."

"Of course not!", he said to ease his friend's worries. "Which leads me to what I wanted to ask."

Alastor picks up the fork on the table and stabs it through a big slice.

"Do you have anything that would catch a siren's eye?"

*lying in bed, sick* Mermay, Mermay, Mermay!

~Seline, the person.

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Super Paper Mario AU for @dreamyluigi

Pt 1 here

Pt 2: Warning for self harm, blood, character death.

   "He's wanted this." L cackled. "You think you're a good brother, that you support him, but you've no idea how he screams inside." His eyes shifted back to solid grey. He stared at Mario as he raised the dagger.      "He's begging for it all to stop. Has been begging, even before I took over. Maybe I should oblige him." he swayed again, arm out. "How should I do this? Wrists?" he pressed the blade's tip to the tender skin, drawing a prick of blood. "No, too slow. The throat?" Mario's stomach lurched, the dagger gliding past Luigi's neck before lowering. "No. A dramatic's way of going out. I should make this more simple. Show him what a knife to the chest really feels like."    His face shifted, one eye turned blue as two voices spoke and Luigi stood. "I'm so tired of being alone."      "NO!" Mario couldn't move, couldn't breathe as he saw the blade seek shelter in a blanket of flesh and bone. The figure swayed more as blood began to pour out, a crimson river that quickly pooled around his feet. His hand fell away from the blade and he looked up at Mario.      "Heh, I, I didn't think it would hurt so much." he uttered.    Diving forward Mario caught him as he fell. "Weege!" he choked out, tears falling faster. Tippi was silent, floating nearby as she watched it all unfold. Mario's hands shook as he pulled his little brother close and stroked his cheek. Eyes fluttered open, bright sapphires matching his own returned his gaze.      "M-Mario?" Luigi had grown pale, his voice soft. "W-Was, was havin' a bad dream. Kept, kept tryin' ta talk to you." he shivered, his head resting against Mario's chest. "So-Somebody kept talkin' over me. Din't, din't like him." he mumbled, eyes closing again.      "Weege." Mario sobbed out. "Luigi, stay with me, please!"      "S's cold. Mar'o, can we go home?" Luigi cringed, trying to hide his face against his brother. Fingers weakly gripped at his overalls."S's so cold here."    Mario trembled with another sob. "Y-Yeah, yeah Weege, we can go home. Just please, stay with me!"    A faint sigh, a breath that took with it the final heartbeat.

A month later...    Whispers could be heard throughout the early morning air of the marketplace. Toads murmured to one another once the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom was out of earshot.      "Whadda ya think happened?" one customer commented. "He looks so, so haunted."      "Beats me." the stall owner replied. "You're right though, poor guy looks like he watched the world end."      "I'll tell you this," a third chimed in. "Don't ever say anything bad about his little brother when Mario's around. Someone said something the other day and I thought Mario was gonna kill em just from the look alone! I don't know what he's been through, but it must've been serious." All three watched the man in red as he continued on his way.    Following the path to the little mushroom house, Mario unlocked the door and quietly went in. Soft footsteps on the stairs made him look up, a smile of genuine warmth making his eyes sparkle.      "Hi big bro!" Luigi greeted him, cheerfully taking the bag with the groceries from his hands.      "Hey Weege." Mario returned the greeting and followed him to the kitchen. "You feelin' okay?"    Luigi nodded as he began putting the food away. "Yeah, donno why I'm getting that weird pain in my chest but hey, the doc says I'm fine and it's no biggie." he tilted his head. "How 'bout you? You been getting up early a lot lately."    Mario rubbed at the back of his neck, the nightmares he'd been having briefly darting through his mind. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay." he went to the cupboard and pulling out two mugs, held one up. "Tea?"     "Sure."    As Mario filled the kettle, he glanced over his shoulder. "Hey Weege, I was thinkin'."      "Yeah?"      "Next time something happens, I want you to come with."      "R-Really?" There it was. That nervousness, that hint of 'don't leave me'. How had he never heard it before? Swallowing the knot in his throat, Mario nodded.      "Yeah, I mean, we are the Mario brothers. Can't have the super team without you."    He nearly dropped the teabag as Luigi grabbed him in a hug. Releasing his big brother, Luigi returned to his seat. His pajama top, unbuttoned from his own restless slumber, had fallen away to reveal the faded mark over his heart.

   A mark that Mario blamed himself for, for the rest of his life.

END By "CC"

[billys-pretty-babe]

Sweet Sweet After

Pairing : Older!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : A day full of pleasure with nap and food breaks in between could only lead to the sweetest aftercare your man could ever provide you with.

Warnings : swearing, age gap (billy is 37, reader is 27), talks of sex toys, billy's insecure about finishing too early, smut (bathtub sex, unprotected piv), small talk of future children

Word count : 2283

A/N : older!billy has his fingers dug into me, please send requests for him or dad!billy <3

The room was hot, Billy laid beside you, his head on your stomach. His skin was slick with sweat and other bodily fluids. You reached down and pushed his hair back, his curls were stringy, sticking to your fingers.

He looked up, his face was flushed as his cheek was sticking to your skin. "I'm getting too old for this." You laughed and reached as far as you could to his back and gently rubbed. "Yeah you are, old man." He raised a brow, his finger gently pinching you and you yelped, not expecting it. He laughed, kissing right beside your belly button.

"Come on, bath time." He extended a hand out to you and you took it as he pulled you up with him. You happily followed him into the bathroom as he started the water. "Hot water." He looked at you, "No, it burns my fuckin' skin off." You jutted your lip out, "Please, just a little warm. I don't like the cold ones." He nodded, "Not cold, but not hot." You nodded and he kept his hand under the bath faucet.

"How's this feel," he asked as he flicked water at your face, and he snickered. You reached around him, feeling the water. "That's fine." He nodded and plugged the drain and let it fill up. He dug through the cabinets, finding your bubble bath and he poured some into the water before putting it back under the cabinet.

He looked at you in the mirror, pulling you close as he swayed the two of you. "Do you feel okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" You shook your head, "I'm good, great even. Better than great actually." He laughed, kissing below your ear before kissing your cheek.

"Good," he said as he rubbed your wrists. You had little bruises blossoming on your skin from when he held your hands behind your back when you were riding him. It was challenging and almost ended up with the two of you having broken noses, but it was worth it.

He glanced at the bathtub and shut off the water. He helped you into the water and grabbed two towels, placing them on the towel hangers. He got into the bathtub so the two of you were knee to knee.

He pulled your feet into his lap, his fingers lightly tracing over the skin, skirting up your ankles. He was being gentle with you, which you absolutely loved. He lifted your leg out of the water, wiping some of the bubbles off of your skin as he kissed your ankle before kissing your calf.

You moved, splashing a little water over the edge of the tub, as Billy muttered about cleaning it later. You moved so you were on his lap and you kissed him. "I love you." He smiled against your lips, "I love you too." His hand was splayed out on your back, his other hand on your waist.

"Are you being naughty," he asked as he felt your hand go down the expanse of his chest, stopping above his belly button. "Me? Pssh, no." He looked down at you and you smiled at him. "Maybe," you said. He laughed and pulled you closer. His nose nudged your jaw a little as he placed a kiss right below your jaw.

"You wanna ride me, honey?" You nodded, "Mhm. Can I?" He laughed softly, "Yeah baby. Go ahead." You nodded and he straightened up and fixed your legs over his as he quickly spread his own legs, his knees touching both sides of the tub as your knees were an inch above his, your legs trapped under his.

You reached into the water, grabbing at his base and gave him a few tugs. The jewelry that decorated his shaft was slippery from the water, but nothing you couldn't handle. You moved up a little and his hands grasped your hips.

You guided him to your entrance before slowly and gently pushing his tip into you. You were still a little sensitive, but it felt good. He looked up at your face, watching your expression for discomfort. "There we go, just take your time." You nodded, your hands going to his shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself. You felt each of the little silver balls glide into you with each inch of his cock that you took.

They were warm from his skin and the added warmth of the water. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling, your nails digging into his shoulders slightly. "Feels good, huh? Fucking minx won't stay off of my dick. You just can't get enough can you, honey?" You clenched, you couldn't help it. The raspiness of his voice and the vulgar words lit a fire in your body.

He blunt nails dug into your waist, "Shit," he moaned, leaning his head onto your chest. His chin was placed on your sternum so he could look up at you. He would worship you if he could, but considering this was a bathtub, he couldn't do everything he wanted to.

"You look so beautiful riding me." Your hand went up into his hair, tugging at the ends and he moaned, the vibration traveling through your body. Neither of you lasted long, water splashed out of the tub and created little waves as you moved your hips against his.

Almost right after your orgasm, Billy was pulling you as close as possible and holding you tightly as he painted your inner walls. You both took a moment, and he reached behind him, flicking the water to cold and you jumped, feeling the icy water. He let it run for a few seconds before shutting it off.

He gently pulled you off of him, letting you sit on his thighs. He held you close to him, rubbing your back as he kissed the skin on your arms and your upper chest, not trying to ignite anything, but he wanted you to feel his love.

He pecked your lips, smiling when you began to laugh. His scruffy beard was tickling your skin and he laughed, holding you to him so you couldn't get away. Your sweet laugh was like music to his ears and he smiled, nipping your skin a little.

"Billy," you laughed, pushing his head away from your skin. The two of you calmed down and cuddled in the water as you grabbed a handful of bubbles, putting them on top of Billy's beard and he laughed. "If we ever have kids you could dress up like Santa." He raised a brow, "Are you saying I'm a fatass that only eats cookies?" You rolled your eyes as he flexed his muscles.

"No, I'm just saying. You're getting a little grey, which is super fucking hot, by the way. Santa has white hair and a white beard, I'm sure you'll get there one day." His jaw dropped, "Take that back," he said, slightly offended. You laughed, shaking your head. You took the bubbles off of his beard and groaned as you stretched a little.

"Come on. My back is hurting," he said. You got off of his lap and he got out, drying off before tying the towel around his hips, leaving it low so his happy trail was on display along with the v-line tattoo that he had.

He helped you out, drying you off as he tucked the towel at the top of your breasts. He unplugged the drain and watched you walk out of the bathroom. He shut the lights off and followed you back into the bedroom. He laid on his stomach, groaning a little.

You moved so you were straddling his butt, "I told you, you're not sticking your finger, or anything in my ass." You mocked him, "I'm not sticking anything in your ass, thank you very much. Now be quiet." he rolled his eyes, putting his tattooed hands under his chin.

You grabbed some of the lotion from his side of the bed and put two pumps on his back and rubbed it in, using the heel of your hands to dig into a few knots and you gently rubbed them out. He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.

"Sorry," you muttered as you eased up on the pressure. You would never admit it to him, but you liked his back. It was one of your favorite parts of him, besides his hands and gorgeous face. You traced the tattoo of a detailed wave on his shoulder blade. "We should get matching tramp stamps." He snorted, shaking his head. "I'm not walking around with a fucking tramp stamp. Now you can, I don't give a shit. Gives me another pretty thing to look at when I'm pounding you in doggy."

You laughed, shaking your head. "What's the other pretty thing?" He laughed, "Your ass." You rolled your eyes, "An ass man, of course." He laughed, "You've got it all wrong, babe. Sure that ass is great, but only because it's yours. I'm a you man, not an ass or tit man. Although you do have a great rack on you." You laughed, shaking your head.

You leaned down and kissed his birthmark and he hummed. You finished rubbing the lotion into his skin, bringing it up to his neck. "Alright, off. My turn." You nodded and got off of him and took your towel off, and laid down. He moved so he was straddling your butt. He was gentle with his weight as he leaned down and kissed down your spine and you hummed, smiling.

He grabbed your lotion as he rubbed it between his palms and he began rubbing it into your soft skin. "So, any complaints about what we did?" He always asked after going a round with you, that's just how Billy was. "I don't think so, oh, actually can we get a padded headboard? I hit the top of my head." He nodded, "Yeah baby, we'll go look tomorrow." You nodded.

"You got any complaints?" He laughed, shaking his head, "Never." You laughed and nodded. "Anything you wanna try next time?" You shrugged, "I don't know. You're far more experienced in this department. I was a virgin when I met you." He hummed, "I have old porn mags somewhere around here. I'll give them to you to take a look at." You nodded.

"Anything you wanna try?" He shrugged, "Can't think of anything off of the top of my head. I do want to use toys on you." You hummed, "Like a vibe?" He nodded, "Yeah or a dildo just to get you ready for me." You nodded, "I'm down for that." He nodded, rubbing his thumb over the side of your breast.

He saw a few little bruises sprinkled over your ass. He connected the dots in his head, they were from his rings. "Do my rings hurt when I spank you?" You shrugged, "Sometimes, they didn't today." He nodded and leaned down so he was further down your body and he kissed one of the bruises. "Remind me to get Viagra or something. I came way too fucking early a few times." You hummed, "I like when you do that, it makes me feel good." He raised a brow, "Good girls come first." You laughed, looking up at the little sign on the wall.

"Yeah well, sometimes we can change it up. You shouldn't be ashamed of it, I'm serious. Makes me feel good, makes you hotter too." He laughed, shaking his head. "Don't think me coming early means I'm a sub. You know how fast I'll bend you over and spank you." You shivered at his words, and he smirked a little, kissing your skin once more.

He plopped down beside you, both of you laying on your chests. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm insecure about how it looks after you're down. It's why I don't like you cleaning me up." He looked at you. "Seriously?" You nodded, "Yeah. It gets all puffy and messy. It's just, I don't know, I don't like it." He hummed, nudging you a little.

"Hottest thing I've ever seen, trust me. Boosts my ego too, because I know I did that to you, not anyone else. I like seeing my cum drip out of you, it makes it messier." You shivered a little, knowing the two of you rarely used protection nowadays.

He moved so he was holding you and he kissed your shoulder, trailing his kisses up to the corner of your lips. "Stop, that tickles," you said. He laughed and pulled away, placing a kiss to your hairline. He rubbed your bare back and you hummed, putting your head against his arm. He smiled, holding you close. "Go to sleep, honey. You know I'm gonna be here when you wake up." You nodded, snuggling up to him. "I love you," you murmured against his warm skin. He smiled, "I love you too, pretty babe." You smiled at the nickname. He waited until he fell asleep to whisper into your ear, "I'm gonna marry you one day. I just hope you say yes." He glanced at his bedside table, knowing the ring was at the back of the drawer, right behind his cigarettes and wallet.

He kept rubbing your skin as he pulled the blanket up on the two of you. The slow motion of his hand on you was making him tired. Usually he'd fight it to look at your face, but tonight, he let himself succumb to the bliss of post sex sleep, because he knew it would be the best sleep he would have, especially with you beside him.