#I know I'm over here knocking on doors until the Devil answers

[legitimatesatanspawn]

My goofy ass every time I see "The Crane Wives" tagged or titled (when it doesn't involve fairytales):

"Snape Wives but for Jonathan Crane?"

[melminli]

Devil's Advocate

pairing: hazbin hotel x fem. reader

summery - after you died, you didn't really find it surprising to end up in hell. though, what you did find quite amusing was that your life down here sucked just a bit less than the one before.

word count: 2k

contains: cursing, strong language, sinner reader, violence, religious themes (obviously), sexual themes, demon horniness

part II

"What a fucking nightmare." You muttered to yourself in annoyance as you got out of the car that had driven you up the hill. You slammed the door behind you and didn't bother to look back as the car drove away, your eyes glued to the huge hotel in front of you. You looked grimly at the building for a short while until you finally decided to walk to the door. "Someone's going to get fucked if he's not in this shitty hotel, I swear to God."

Your hand was about to knock on the door when, to your surprise, it was suddenly yanked open. You hadn't even had a chance to touch the wood with your knuckles. "A new guest! Hello! So nice to meet you. My name is Charlie!" Shouted an enthusiastic voice with stars in her eyes as she excitedly grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. She didn't even give you a chance to give her a reaction. "Vaggie! Look! Look, I told you I had a good feeling today! And that good feeling is actually here!"

Her girlfriend looked at your figure with puckered eyes. Vaggie looked at your most prominent features one by one. Cat-like, four eyes, and a fifties style...oh no. "Charlie? I think that - " she began, slightly worried, but didn't get to finish her sentence.

"I'm just here for a visit." You quickly announced before things could get any more difficult and saw the princess's happy mood drop at your words as she let go of your hand at the same time. "I apologize if I gave the wrong impression but you don't happen to have a pussy working around here?" You asked with interest, looking around the room as your eyes landed on a bar. Well, this couldn't have been made easier for you. Your eyes narrowed slightly as you only spotted a spider-like figure on one of the chairs.

"Well, only if ya talking about our good-looking Husky." He said with a big grin on his face and pointed behind him. You could then hear a deep voice swearing. Still, he didn't give himself away, and you sighed at his childish behavior as you stepped closer to the bar. "There's no reason for you to hide anymore. You've already been exposed." You said as you narrowed your eyes at the empty space until he finally appeared. "Fuck you, Angel..." he grunted out.

"Why don't ya do it for me ~ "

You all ignored his flirting. Charlie, out of her own curiosity, decided to move closer to the scene as well. After all, it could still be the case that you would eventually decide to give the hotel a shot. She didn't want to completely rule out this possibility, even if it was a small one. "Oh, so you're here to see Husker?" She asked you, finally seeing the resemblance between the two of you. Well, you both had a cat-like appearance, after all. "Oh! Are you two siblings?"

You laughed. "No. At this point, I'm even doubting whether I'm even friends with this fucker." You answered her when your mood turned sour and you hit the table angrily with both your fists. "Where the hell have you been! I've been looking all over the place to find your ass!" You yelled out, causing the others to flinch slightly at your tone.

"...look, it's a bit difficult to explain. I didn't think about telling you where I am because - " he tried to explain himself when you interrupted him.

You waved your right hand in the air, uninterested. "Yeah, I don't give a damn where you are. I'm not your mother." You said and then crossed your arms. "What I do care about is when your stupid little friend kills my employees to steal my fucking money." You said as your eyes darkened. "And you know how I feel about my money."

Oh, fuck me.

Before the conversation between you could continue, you were interrupted by another voice that wasn't afraid to intrude on the conversation. "Oh my, do we have a problem here?" He asked with a broad smile as he appeared out of nowhere.

Charlie looked at the scene a little nervously. Why am I starting to get a bad feeling? She was briefly interrupted by her worries as Vaggie leaned closer to her so she could whisper something to her ear. "I couldn't tell you before, but that woman over there is the person who owns the banks in hell. Like, all of them. I only heard of her until now." She murmured to her. "As you can guess, she's somewhat of a big deal...they call her She-Devil."

Well, I suppose that's why. The Princess of Hell looked between your irritated figure and Alastor while sweating a little. Two powerful demons in one room couldn't be a good sign, not in this hotel. She tried to calm down and stay positive. Maybe nothing will happen? Maybe they will become friends.

You blinked a few times before looking up and down at the unknown figure to take in his appearance. Then you turned to Husker and pointed your thumb at the guy. "Who the hell is this smiley freak. Do you know him?" You asked, annoyed, and even though you lowered your volume a little, everyone in the room could still hear you clearly enough. Well, it wasn't like you were trying to be subtle or anything, you didn't really care if they heard. "Hey Knuckles, is that your hair or your ears? I can't quite make it out." You laughed as your tail swung comfortably behind you.

Oh no. Everyone in the room looked a little worried at your figure, not really daring to say a word, let alone laugh along.

Alastor's smile looked a little strained as he turned his head robotically to the side. "Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Alastor. Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. Quite the pleasure." He said, holding his hand out in front of him, and you shook it without a care in the world. Now that you had heard his name, it sounded familiar. "Alastor...aren't you that Radio Devil?"

His eye twitched slightly. "Radio Demon, to be exact."

Oh.

A slight smile graced your face. "Didn't know you were back in town. Does that mean you're coming back to the radio business? 'Cause I hate that podcast of the 2D face and could use some good entertainment." You asked him and saw Husker give you an annoyed look. He's trying to tell me something, but what is it...

You thought for a few seconds and looked back at Alastor until you finally realized it. You looked back and forth between the two of them, and Husker raised an eyebrow at you as if to say, you finally got it?

Oh.That Alastor.

After your comment, the Radio Demon seemed to be in a better mood. "Oh, thank you, my dear. You got quite a good taste there, which is getting harder and harder to find these days." He replied with his familiar smile. "But to get back to your question, I guess I have to say...I'm not called the Radio Demon for nothing."

Of course not. "Good." You say and turn back to the bartender. "Now, where were we? Oh right, I was about to fuck you up." You announced and were about to climb over the bar to let your fists do the talking, only to be stopped by the many arms of the spider next to you. "Whoa, calm down Kitty Kat! As much as I'd love to see the pussy fight between ya two, why don't we hear the man out first, huh?"

You groaned. These people wouldn't let you do your job. "Because we're in hell? And nobody gives a shit?" You rub your forehead, exhausted. "But whatever, talk then."

Husker's head slowly looked up from behind the counter. "...remember how I said that Larry is a very good friend of mine who you can trust completely and that you can therefore give him a job in your company without worrying?" He said carefully before continuing. "Yeah, I lied about that. I lost to him in a game a long time ago, and I owed him a favor."

You looked around the room. "Did you hear that? Are you happy now? I just wanted to punch him in the face and call him stupid names to get it out of my system, but now I'm not only angry but also disappointed...he doesn't even bother to apologize." You said and sat down. You interrupted him before he could say a word. "Just make me a drink since it's the only thing you're good at."

This could have ended worse. Charlie took a step towards you so she could stand next to you. "Well, now that you're here, I can tell you about the concept of our hotel! I'm sure you won't want to leave once you've heard it." She announced cheerfully, unable to read the room at all. She was also just pretty desperate to get more people into this hotel and had a hard time dealing with the fact that the only one who she got in wanted to leave again.

Her girlfriend was about to tell her that maybe this was a bad time to bring it up, but surprisingly, you didn't mind talking about it. "Oh, you don't need to. I've already heard a few things." You began giving the girl hope as you didn't have that demeaning undertone that other people usually had. "You're planning to rehabilitate sinners here, no?"

"Yes! Do you want to give it a shot?"

You shook your head. "Not really." You replied, unknowingly shattering her dreams. Your hand reached for your drink as you turned to the spider next to you. "And the last time I checked, they don't let gay people in there, darling."

Angel Dust rolled his eyes. "Well, ain't that good fucking news. Does that mean I can stop being clean? 'Cause I don't wanna to stop sucking dick." He said and acted dramatically. Tears came up and were about to run down his cheeks when a single beam of light shone on him as he leaned on a chair with his chest. "Ya guys know I love sucking dick."

Panicked, Charlie waved her hands aggressively in the air. "No, of course not! There are gay people in heaven!" She shouted out until she realized she wasn't so sure about that. She needed to do more research on the rules up there. She turned to her girlfriend, looking to her for support. "Isn't that right, Vaggie? There are gay people in heaven?"

She assured everyone in the room. "Of course, there are gay people in heaven."

"Okay, good," Charlie pronounced as she let out a relieved breath with one hand on her chest. She then happily turned back to Angel Dust. "So, you can continue to stay clean then, Angel."

He had a bit of a disappointed look on his face while he sluggishly held his arm in the air to celebrate. "Yay, woo..."

[doctorgirlsblog]

Merz Prinzessin vs. Dutch Lion (series)

Part 4: You, I want you

Warnings: this whole thing is just a red flag 🥱🚩

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"So, it seems I won the bet," she said, smirking at him and looking over at his car parked in second place; Lando's podium long forgotten.

"Well, go on. What do you want, then?" asked an annoyed Max.

Helmet. I want your helmet, Löwe.

"What?"

"Easy Max. You agreed, remember? Anything I want if I win." She smiled at him.

"But why my helmet? What'd you do with it?" He looked her up and down, clueless. What could she possibly want with his helmet? Not like she'd wear it. Or maybe it's some PR stunt.

"Aria, not here, not in front of cameras. The media would have a blast with this."

"I'll stop by tonight then. Promise is a promise. And you do love promising things to me, Maxie." He almost choked on his water, remembering promises he indeed made to her while being drunk, promising sex and hotel rooms.

The podium was no better, with her only focusing on spraying Lando with champagne and vice versa. Max just wanted the day to end.

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Back at the hotel, he showered, styled his hair, and changed his shirt twice. It was already 11 p.m., and still no sign of Aria. No text, no call, nothing. Maybe she just wanted to get in his head again. Until now, it had worked perfectly. Still, he looked over at his bed, where his helmet was placed neatly, waiting to be claimed.

Knock on the door brought his back from his thoughts.

He hurried over to the door, checking himself over in the mirror one more time. As he opened the door, ready to face German devil, he was met with Kelly's green eyes.

"Kelly?! I..what? You?" He couldn't believe it. Kelly was standing at his door. What if Aria saw her coming in? What if she saw Aria on her way here?

"Hello Max. Sorry, I know it's late, but it's important. Can I come in?"

-"Um, yeah. Sure. Sorry, come in."

She turned to him as soon as she stepped in.

"Listen Max, I won't be long. But we need to talk. I'm still angry and I didn't forgive you for what you did, but you deserve to know the truth. I'm pregnant. We'll have a baby."

Max froze. Kelly was pregnant. He will be a dad.

He stepped forward towards her, eyes on her belly, his voice breaking: "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yes Max. You will be a dad." And then he hugged her, wrapping his hands around her belly carefully, forgetting everything that happened in last couple of days. He will be a dad. He needs to get his shit together.

"I want to try Kelly. I promise, I will do right by you this time. I want to be there for you both."

What he didn't see, was a new message on his phone.

Aria: "I changed my mind Maxie. I don't want your helmet anymore. I want you."

Turns our, Aria might have celebrated her win a little bit too hard, drunkly texting the Dutchman as she stumbled back into her hotel room

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She groaned as she woke up to the annoying sound of her phone, answering the call without even looking at the caller.

"What?!" She snapped.

"Well, aren't you a sunshine when you wake up?" Lando's voice chirped from the other side.

"Lan? Why the fuck did you wake me up, du Arschloch?"

-"Yeah, yeah, whatever you just said. Did you hear the news?"

"What news?"

-"Max and Kelly are back together it seems. She's pregnant."

Aria suddenly sobered up.

"WHAT?!"

-"Ouch. My ear. Easy Ari."

"Come over Lan. Now." He didn't manage to get another word out, because she hanged up already.

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Max was already long awake, coffee beside him cold and untouched, as he sat still and starred at Aria's message.

"I want you."

Why now? The moment he decided to give up on her, she came offering herself on silver platter. Fate was having a good laugh with him.

Another message popped up at that moment.

Aria: "Herzliche Glückwünsch, Max. Lando and I wish the future parents all the best."

Fuck.

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Sorry guys, this part is extra short, but i'm terribly busy with work rn and i needed this part just as an plot twist for the parts to come. Share your thoughts with me! 💙👀🙈

[sawyerslvt]

Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 1)

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Completed series :)  This is the first episode of my 8 part series. I hope you enjoy it, I really enjoyed writing this <3 Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you.  Word count: 2,709 Warnings: MDNI, corpse, kidnapping, controlling behavior

You feel like you got hit by a truck. Your brain felt like it was gonna beat out of your head and your vision was all blurry. You’re trying to grasp at any memory of what had you in this state. Once your vision starts getting back to normal, you realize you're in an unfamiliar place. It's not until now that you also realize you're hanging from a hook to the ceiling. You try to move but feel a stinging pain from your wrists. They were numb until you moved them and now you had gained another painful sensation you had to deal with- in addition to your head. 

You shut your eyes hard and try to remember… remember the night before. But you can't think of anything. You continue to think until your thoughts get interrupted by what sounds like a heavy sliding door slide open. You start panicking and you debate whether or not to scream for help. You chose to stay still, pretending to be knocked out until you get a glimpse of who it is. It wouldn't be wise to scream, drawing attention to you.

Heavy footsteps head towards you and your heart’s beating faster, your adrenaline wanting to kick in and scream bloody murder, but you hold back. The footsteps get louder until they stop right in front of you. The man grabs your chin to have you face him. You couldn't help but flinch when he first touched you. Your attempts at remaining ‘passed out’ failed as the man definitely felt you jitter. “open your eyes or i'll scoop them out of your head”. he demanded with a low and monotone voice. You carefully open your eyes so as to not upset him further and you look down on this man standing in front of you. He was big, too big and any thoughts of fighting your way out was abolished. He gave you a smirk seeing your terrified expression clearly holding back tears. “Relax darlin’ i'm just messing with ya’... that's not really my style”.

Your head is still killing you but he looked familiar and there was no doubt he was the one responsible for putting you in this god awful place. Your senses are slowly coming back to you and you feel the stench of, what could only be described as, iron, filling your nose. Looking around, you see dead pigs gutted and hung on the wall. You realize you're in a cold room, the chills didn't hit you until that very moment. Until you saw something that made your stomach turn in the worst way imaginable. On the butchering table there was a whole dead body of a human. You could barely make out that it was a woman, she was skinned all over and you immediately looked away, letting a small noise of disgust escape your mouth as you turned the other direction and winced. 

The severity of the situation hits you harder than before and you see your life flash before your eyes. You were next. You knew it. He was here. He IS here. “Listen, i don't mean to scare you but you know… there is no polite way of doing this”. He seems amused by the sheer terror on your face after seeing the dead body and realizing you're next. “Please sir, what do you want?” you look down and shut your eyelids, letting a tear fall from your eyes. You know these are your last moments. 

Before letting him answer you felt a small surge of energy flowing through you like a last fighting chance to live “i'll do anything, please don't kill me!�� He looks at you tilting his head like he was studying you, you know that he’s probably heard it a million times. “I'll do anything”, you repeat it to emphasize how you really meant it. He just stares at you, listening to your defeated cries. You take this moment to study him back and you finally realize where you recognize this man from. 

You had gotten all dolled up to go to a bar. You flirted with this man that ended up taking you to his car. Before you knew it you were knocked into the ground. Fading in and out of consciousness, you remember glimpses of him holding onto the steering wheel with one hand, and smoking a cigarette with the other. You remember seeing far stretches of empty land outside the window and every now and then he would look at you and smirk, like he was proud of his catch. “I met you at the bar” you mumble, your head aching from all the thinking you had to do to unfold these revelations. “Correct” he says simply, verifying your vague memories. 

“Please, i'll do anything” you repeat for the third time, it seemed to, at the very least, make him think, buying you more time left on this earth. He finally acknowledges your statement. “Tell me darlin’ what value could you provide for me?” Even though you asked for it, you didn't expect him to entertain your offer seriously. You gather all information available to you and come to the obvious conclusion… “I can help you lure in other victims, and in exchange, you spare my life.” he lets out a chuckle. “What makes you think I need help luring in victims? I did a pretty good job catching you.” He has a point. You thought to yourself for a second… “...but… I can lure in men.” you whisper, not being very confident with your answer.  

You weren't sure if it was gonna work. You felt like you were playing chess with the devil. You see him contemplate your offer and you start to see some light at the end of the tunnel. “You make it hard denying you darlin’. I have no doubts you have no issue catching the attention of men. But how do i know you wont run off or call for help” You make a risky play that could very well hit- as it could miss “you’ll just have to keep an eye on me, won't you? you didn't seem to have an issue with that back at the bar” your voice was careful but suggestive. He couldn't keep his eyes off you earlier, licking his lips and undressing you with his eyes. This was a good soft spot to hit in order to get on his good side, your sex appeal never fails. “You got my hands tied sweetheart. Ain't no denyin’”. He cuts open the rope around your ankles, puts a cloth sack over your head and unhooks you from the ceiling. “Checkmate” you proudly muttered to yourself. 

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Your captor grabs you firmly by the arm and yanks you up the stairs and into, what you assume, the car from earlier. He pushes you into the car, giving you some time to adjust. “Don't you dare pull some sneaky shit or I won't hesitate to slit your throat” he slams the passenger side door shut, he walks around to the other side and you hear the driver's door open. You feel the car rumble into motion and take off. 

With the cloth sack still over your head, you felt trapped. How was this actually gonna pan out? You thought it was best to gain his trust by talking to him. All things considered, he's been nice… he could've killed you but strangely chooses to spare you… you couldn't figure out why. Is this a part of his game? Is he bringing me to another location to finish the job? Your mind is making up all sorts of scenarios trying to make sense of this monster. “It's kind of dark in here” you try to make light of the situation… no pun intended. "Oh? and what do you suggest?” you couldn't see him but you could hear him smiling while asking his question. “We could start by taking off the sack, maybe?” you're still cautious with your words, afraid he’ll snap but you’re growing more confident, as you truly believe he won't kill you, at least not yet. “That way, I get to talk to you face to face” you try moving around in your seat, arching your back to get more comfortable. You let little moans escape your mouth, trying to influence his decision. You hear him let out a defeated sigh. 

You feel the sack slide off your head, ruffling up your hair in the process. You get blinded due to the pitch blackness you were in seconds ago. You squint your eyes and look over to the man. You can't believe the man that swept you off your feet with his charm last night, is the same man who has you tied up in his truck, while forcing you to help catch more victims. It felt surreal, how did I even get in this situation? stuff like this only happened in movies or books. 

“You’re awfully quiet, I thought you wanted ‘face to face’”. He says playfully while taking glances at you then back at the road. “Well I can hardly see. You made my hair get all messy!”. You keep nodding and bowing your head trying to gesture for him to fix it, since your hands were tied behind your back. 

He lets out a quick chuckle and starts flattening your hair with his right hand. He stays looking at the road and avoids eye contact for the most part. You, on the other hand, are looking straight at him, still trying to figure this man out. Why was he doing this? It didn't make sense. You felt like a little kitten being pet by their owner. 

When he felt that he was done and that you looked presentable, you expected him to put his hand back on the steering wheel and ignore you for the rest of the ride. Instead, he grabbed your face with the same hand that was brushing your hair. He made sure to squeeze a little, forcing a pouty expression onto your face. “You look beautiful darlin’”. You were shocked by the suddenness of it all but couldn't help but blush at his words. You couldn't talk with him still holding you but you managed to mutter something along the lines of “mmthankmmyu”. It was pretty incoherent but before he let go of your face he continued, “whatever boy you manage to lure, I don't want him touching you alright?”. 

Even though this little song and dance is about power and control, you felt butterflies form between your legs, making you shut your thighs to get a hold of them. You've always found it attractive for men to take control, even when it could be seen as toxic. In this case ‘toxic’ wouldn't even begin to cover what this man was. You nod in submission, you thought it would make it a little harder to forbid the victim from touching you, but not impossible.

He lets go of your face and takes a glance down to your lips. You catch him and it was as if he didn't want you to by the way he quickly turned his head back to the road, but you didn't think much of it. “We’re almost there, turn around for me” you weren't sure what it meant but you faced the window, making your back face him. You try your best to peek behind you to see what he's about to do next. He pulls out his knife and you feel the rope that previously held your wrists together, slice open. 

You take turns rubbing your wrists on each hand, they’re numb from how tight they were tied together. “Thank you” you muttered to him, looking down to show gratitude. He gives you a quick nod as a non-verbal ‘you're welcome’. 

For the first time you drew your attention to the outside of your window. The sun was setting, it was not quite pitch black yet, but in an hour or so it would be. The sky was clear and you thought about how beautiful the stars would look on a cloud free evening such as this. You came to realize, you didn't remember his name.

You turn your attention back to the stranger, “I don't remember your name.” you look at him with a puzzled expression and a raised eyebrow, because surely he had told you back at the bar. “Why do you need my name, I don't know yours”. He was staring you right in the eyes, as if he was hinting towards him wanting to know my name. “My name is Mikaela, your turn.” you feel proud over this small interaction you've managed to gather with this killer. It made him seem almost human again, like when you first met him. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Name’s Johnny”. He gives you a small smirk. "Handsome name for a handsome man”.

You cover your mouth with your left hand holding back a giggle, like a schoolgirl who just told her crush she liked him. His smirk grows bigger and he locks eyes with you. He puts his hand on your left thigh and gives you a gentle squeeze. You hold his eye contact for a couple of seconds until you cover your face with both your hands to hide your hard blushing. This man was good at making the butterflies go crazy. His gaze alone made your stomach twirl and his hands traveling across your body was sure to leave a pool between your legs. 

You feel the car slow down and you take a look around. The window no longer greeted you with far stretches of empty desert, but instead there were town roads, buildings, boutiques and lights. “We’re here” he snapped back into the low, husky monotone personality his voice had. And just like that you were pulled back into the reality that is your life. You needed to fight to find another man to take your place in that cold room, you couldn't let Johnny down, or he would deal with you the same way he dealt with that woman on the butchering table. 

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Johnny gets out of his car and walks over to your side, opening the door for you. “How polite, thank you sir” you tease him, getting really addicted to his facial expressions whenever you would confidently flirt with him. It was an amused expression, one that encouraged your behavior, and whatever keeps you alive longer, you'll continue doing.

Johnny closes the car door behind you and he pushes you somewhat roughly against the car. This was the first time you were standing this close to him and you took notice of how tall he was compared to you, you truly felt like a little bunny getting preyed on by a lion. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his body bouncing off yours. His scent filled your nose, it was a masculine and but perfectly balanced perfume. A small string of his slick, black hair was falling down over his forehead. His heavy breathing, making it sway back and forth. 

He looks down to you, and somehow gets even closer than before, “you remember what i told you in the car?” his right hand was pressing your shoulder into the metal surface behind you and the other was placed on the surface to trap you between his arms. You look up at his narrowed eyes. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the floor right now. You nod while maintaining eye contact “yes Johnny, no touching” you felt like you were in trouble already, yet you haven't even stepped foot in the bar. “good girl, i will keep a close eye on you”. He removes his hand from your shoulder and once again, cups your face. “When we get in this bar, I'll need you to find someone quick. Once you bring him outside, I'll take over, sound good?” He steps back letting the cool air replace his warmth. He gestures with his head to follow behind him, and you do as he suggests. 

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[happypeaceperson]

can you do a ethan x male reader where Ethan is bullied a lot but reader helps and comforts him !tysmm

Safe and Sound

Ethan landry x male reader

I tried my best with this. For some reason i got stuck on what to write this one about, but I think you'll like it! :)

TW: There is mentions of Violence and Slurs!

You sat in Ethan and Chad's dorm. You and your friends all shared days on which dorm they visited to hang out in. This time it was at Chad's. You sat at the edge of the couch, a gap left in between you and Chad, the space was saved for when Ethan arrived. Chad was sitting beside Tara. Mindy and Anika sat on a couch that was beside them while Sam and Danny stood in the kitchen talking about who knows what. 

"Why do you keep checking your phone?" you looked up, glancing over at Chad. "If it's about Ethan being late then I'm sure there's a reason. Don't worry" You turned back at your phone. 

"He always texts if he's going to be late." You said, confusion and worry evident in your voice. 

"Look, his phone probably died or something." Anika sat up." Anyways I don't think he'd ever miss a chance to hang out with you. " She knew you well. She knew you are always worried about the little things, so she always tries to make small jokes about the situation, to help ease your mind. 

You laugh at the comment. "I guess. But still, what if something happened?" you went to get up from the couch to try call him. Suddenly the door opened. 

"Ha, speak of the devil." Chad clapped his hands before pointing to the door. Ethan stormed in, his hand covering his nose. 

"Ethan?" You looked over at him, he walked by the group, going straight to his room. 

"Well that was rude" Mindy stated, picking up a piece of popcorn. "Can we start the movie now since he's here?" Anika slapped Mindy's arm, giving her a stern look. 

You looked at the ground, there was a trail of drops of blood. "Fuck. I'll go talk to him." You walked over to his room,knocking on the door. "Ethan?" There was no answer. "Ethan I'm coming in ok?" You didn't wait for a response back, you opened the door and began to walk in. 

You saw him sitting at the edge of his bed, hands covering his face. "Hey. What's wrong?" you walked over. Sitting down beside him. He was crying. "Ethan what's going on?" You grabbed at his arm. Slowly pulling it away. You looked at his face. His eye was bruised and his nose was bleeding. Your heart dropped. "Oh my god. Ethan what the fuck happened?" 

You took some tissues out of the box that lay on his desk beside his bed. You gently grabbed at his face, cleaning the blood that was coming from his nose. "Nothing, don't worry. Just go back to the others." Ethan pushed your hand away from him, too embarrassed to let you help him.

"No. I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened. Who did this?" you placed your arm on his back. 

You watched as Ethans breathing quickened. He began crying again. His hands fell back onto his face. You heard him curse himself. He took a shaky breath before telling you. "Some fuckers from our Film studies class." You knew who he meant. There was a group of guys in your class that had it out for Ethan. You both had no clue why but they took every opportunity to humiliate or even harm Ethan. "They were outside the dorms as I began to walk in. One grabbed at my shirt, pulling me back from the door. They called me a bunch of names before punching me. Like a lot. He knocked me to the ground and started kicking me, calling me a fucking faggot before they walked off." 

You listened in horror. Ethan didn't deserve this. He was a nice guy. You rubbed your hand on Ethans back. Ethan dug his face into your neck as you took him into a hug. You whisper to him that it's going to be ok. 

You pulled him off of you. Grabbing his cheeks, positioning his face to look at yours. "Can I remove your shirt?" You had to see if he had any bruises. He nodded. You slowly removed his shirt, looking at him, seeing a bruise lay across his torso. "Ok. Stay here i'm going to get something to put on that." You got up, looking down at him "I'll be back in less than a minute." 

You walked out the door. Everyone's eyes fell onto you. Anika got up, a worried look in her eyes. "Is he ok?"  

"Yeah, don't worry. You guys can start the movie if you want." You went towards the fridge opening the freezer compartment. You pulled out a bag of peas and a small ice pack before heading back to Ethan's room. Ignoring the others' questions about why you needed the items. 

You placed the items down beside him. Walking out to the bathroom and grabbing two towels. You wrapped the Ice pack and Peas in the towels before handing one to Ethan to hold over his torso. You placed the other at the top of his eye. He still had some blood running down his nose. You politely asked Ethan to hold the pack on his eye. Reaching for the tissue box, you took a few out and started to clean the blood up. When you finished you ushered Ethan to lie down. 

"You should of told me they were still at you." You lay beside him, turning your head to look at him. 

"I know. It's just, you're always worrying about everything, and I didn't want you to worry about me." He looked at you, his eyes began to water. 

You let out a breath. "This isn't about me. It's about your safety Ethan. Don't panic over me worrying, it's normal to worry. Especially about my boyfriend." You put a hand on his cheek. "Promise you'll tell me if anyone gives you any trouble. Doing it alone doesn't help." 

He nodded in agreement. You moved closer, kissing him. You turned onto your back, looking at the roof. "So do you want to watch that movie or will we stay here?" 

Ethan lay there for a moment, still looking at you, before answering. "I'd like to stay here." there was a slight silence before he added. "With you."  

"I'd like that too" You turned to face him. Looking into his eyes,giving him a soft smile.

"Thank you for helping me" Ethan said smiling back. He looked exhausted. 

"No problem. I'll always be here for you." You stated looking at his tired expression. "Although I do think you should go to sleep." 

He nodded. He removed the Ice pack as you grabbed at the bag of peas that lay on his torso. You placed them on the desk beside his bed before turning back to him. He turned over and you moved your arm. Placing it over his chest. You held him close to you, until you both fell asleep together. 

[melmedardasworld]

A Forbidden Secret II

Part II of A Forbidden Secret

Klaus stilled at Bonnie's revelation. Her words echoed through his ears. Klaus's expression shifted from confusion to shock. "That's impossible," he whispered. Klaus narrowed his eyes, instantly searching for traces of deceit in Bonnie's eyes. He found no such thing in her irises that never left wavered. His callous demeanor resurfaced, and his voice lowered an octave. "Vampires cannot procreate."

Bonnie chewed on her lower lip. The weight of his comment bore down on her as she expected. But now that she shared the truth, the twisting unease in Bonnie's stomach abated. The moving skin around her eyes settled. Bonnie's voice was soft and her words reasonable. "Vampires, yes, but you're not just a vampire," she emphasized. "You're a werewolf, Klaus, which makes all the difference. For some reason, Nature allowed this."

Klaus remained silent, processing the information. His eyes dropped to her stomach. The itch in the depths of his chest was too alien. Klaus kept quiet for so long that it unnerved Bonnie. The comforting weight of his large hand on her leg disappeared. No doubt, many thoughts raced through his mind. A complicated look briefly flashed along his face while Klaus struggled to process the news. But Bonnie's heart dropped when that struggle fell flat and became an unreadable mask. "You're pregnant with my children." Klaus slowly got up, and his piercing blue gaze swept over Bonnie. The scrutiny sends chills over her spine. "Do you expect me to believe such rubbish?"

Bonnie's eyes widened, but she quickly concealed the hurt from Klaus's accusing tone. "I'm not lying!" she exclaimed, standing up. Bonnie ignored the heat pooling on her face. "You're the only one I've been with."

Klaus moved towards her like a viper, causing Bonnie to flinch. He loomed over her frame like a predator stalking its prey. The muscle in his jaw feathered as he spoke. "Forgive me my skepticism, love, but you'd have better luck tricking me if you told me my parents clawed back from the depths of hell with the devil himself."

Bonnie processed the accusation in Klaus's words before her brows knitted together. "Wait. You- you think I'm here to one-up you?" She balled her hands into fists and copied his frosty expression.

"You show up unannounced in my city, knock at my door, lure my brother away with your cousin, and then spin this ridiculous tale." Klaus sneered, "this facade is disappointing and unnecessary, little witch." The words leaving his mouth left behind an acrid taste in his mouth. "There is no need to resort to silly fibs. It's not our first time working together. We can even agree not to mix business with pleasure this time."

Bonnie's frustration boiled over. "You really think I would go through all this, use children, out of everything, to mess with you?!" Saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. "Whether you accept it or not, I'm pregnant, Klaus. They're ours." Bonnie touched her stomach. Klaus pursed his lips at the motion, and his face twitched when vivid green irises flashed to stark gold. "You know what?" Bonnie answered her rhetorical question as if the truth had finally revealed itself. "Believe what you want. I came back because you deserved to know. Now you do." The last bit of hope vanished as Klaus looked at her as if she were a stranger. Bonnie didn't have any expectations about how things had ended. She was the one who suddenly that night without a word. Still, Bonnie stupidly believed this news would mean something more, not because of how unexpected their relationship turned. Bonnie convinced herself these precious gifts would matter more than anything.

"You came what you needed to do, Bon." The muscles in her face fell slack until her expression softened. Bonnie gently rubbed her stomach. Maybe it was her imagination, but the warm stirring in her abdomen was comforting. "You two are the only things that matter. I'll protect you, I promise." With that conviction, Bonnie squared her shoulders and pushed aside her negative emotions. Her lips curved into a genuine smile that triggered a frown from Klaus. "Goodbye, Klaus."

Klaus tensed, his gaze flitting over Bonnie's relaxing face. His exterior softened momentarily, but it was too late. Bonnie had already turned and headed for the entrance. Klaus ignored the beckon inside him, the primal part of his existence clawing under his flesh to break through and make the biggest mistake ever.

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"Explain to me again, Niklaus," Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed the question through his teeth. "Why you would allow the mother of your unborn children to just up and leave."

"You're more insane for even entertaining this ridiculous farce." Klaus poured a glass of bourbon for himself and raised it to his lips, taking a long sip.

"It is no farce, brother," Elijah retorted, his voice firm. "It is a chance. The Bennetts value family as much as they do honesty. They wouldn't have come all this way to lie, not about something this extraordinary. You cannot ignore this."

Klaus slammed his glass on the table, causing the amber liquid to slosh over the sides. "You've been bewitched by Lucy again, I see. Don't you ever learn?"

Elijah sighed, shaking his head. "This is no spell. Cease holding onto your anger and hurt and open yourself to see this is a chance."

"What're you babbling about?" Klaus's eyes narrowed, his lips thinning into a hard line. The vigor with which Elijah talked about his unborn children aggravated Klaus. "They are not... not mine," the 'rational' side of his being thought. Yet it was the instinct tearing through that doubt. The vampire warred with the wolf, who seemed to have already won the internal battle of will. Still, Klaus had lived as a vampire for centuries longer than he walked this earth as a werewolf.

Elijah witnessed his brother's conflict playing out on his face. Klaus's True Hybrid face rose to the surface. His icy blue eyes flickered to a golden hue, and his breathing grew shallow and erratic. For a moment, Elijah was convinced Klaus's wolf had come victorious. He drew close and reached out to touch his shoulder. "This is a chance to start over and regain what we've lost, Niklaus. I will help and stand by you, brother, as I swore to you 1000 years ago."

Klaus moved his head. His yellow-hued glower slowly diminished after Elijah's noble soliloquy. Klaus raised his chin, and his vampire took control. "I've taken back my home and reclaimed my empire. No one dares to challenge me and quake with fear at the sound of my name. I have everything I need," He coldly spat. Klaus stood tall and stared into Elijah's eyes. "What can these children possibly offer me? Is it more power?"

"Family is power, Niklaus." Elijah tried to dispel his brother's paranoia. "I am not asking to forget or forgive what transpired between you and Bonnie," he said calmly. "But let it not influence your ego momentarily and think of these children. They deserve better than what was given to us by our parents. Do not follow their example. Remember how they came to despise and ruined us." Elijah remained firm. For some reason, the lack of light in his dark eyes made Klaus's skin crawl. This time, Elijah wasn't going to let it go. "These children are a gift. They are all that you have ever wanted. All that we have ever wanted. A family." Elijah offered Klaus comfort.

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Lucy hit the brakes in a split second, and the car came to a screeching halt. Bonnie, who stared out her window, suddenly lurched forward from the sudden force. Frantically she clenched her seatbelt and cradled her stomach. Bonnie barely had time to register what had happened.

"Have you lost your damn mind!?" Lucy screeched from the driver's seat.

Bonnie raised her head to see Klaus standing in the middle of the road, his face stern as he approached the car. "We need to talk," he said, looking directly at the mother-to-be.

"I think we said all there is to each other," Bonnie answered in a clipped voice.

Klaus marched purposely to the passenger side and waited. He stared down at Bonnie through the window. Bonnie glowered at him. A mixture of anxiety and anger simmered through her, together with something more potent - a flicker of hope. Eventually, Bonnie took a deep breath, unclasped her seatbelt, and exited the car. She crossed her arms as if she had prepared beforehand to protect herself from Klaus's careless mouth.

Klaus spoke first, his voice surprisingly soft, "I allowed my anger to take charge."

Bonnie arched her brows. "Why the sudden change of heart?" She didn't know what to expect from him. Bonnie wouldn't entertain a dysfunctional relationship between them at the expense of her children—co-parenting or not.

Klaus glanced at Bonnie's stomach, his expression softening. "I felt them calling me when I touched you," he whispered. "I still do."

[beevean]

Alucard + Isaac? With whatever number you like, actually you can ignore this one because I know they're not your thing I'm just embarrassed

Then I chose 26!

…as an apology.

(I also chose to set this after a fic I wrote, To Find The Right One, where Alucard asks Hector to have sex with him to see if he's as broken as he feels to be - he doesn't like it but he and Hector grow closer as a result. Hector also believed Isaac wouldn't care about being "cheated on", the sweet summer child :) )

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Adrian had to ask for directions to a couple of warlocks to find the alchemy laboratory. Usually, he gave a wide berth to the place: the stink of sulfur and demonic magic was unbearable.

But, clutching the halves of his mother's sword, he knocked at the door of the place where the Devil Forgemasters dwelled.

"Come in," answered Isaac. His voice had an edge in it that did not bode well; however, Adrian had no intention of waiting until Hector came back from his mission. Not for a matter like this.

When Adrian opened the door and stepped inside, two things stopped him in his tracks. One was the pungent stench of dark magic, the same that emanated from his father when in the throes of his fury. The other was the flash of surprise in Isaac's eyes, that deepened into a dark scowl. Perhaps Adrian should have waited.

"Yes, Young Master?" the Forgemaster hissed through clenched teeth.

"Adrian, please," he said, which was the same plea he had given to Hector not too many days ago. He did not wish for Isaac either to defer to him... although, judging by the venom in his words, the reminder might be unnecessary. "I apologize for interrupting your work, but I would like to ask you a favor."

With the utmost care, Adrian placed the sword on a nearby table, where it was not covered in gem dust. Isaac peered over, his face an impassible mask.

"It is my mother's sword... It is what I could salvage from her home..."

He did not know what compelled him to say it. He and Isaac had never had anything resembling a warm relationship, nor did he ever seek it: the boy had always been too much for his eyes and ears, and the more he followed in Father's footsteps, the less Adrian yearned to speak to him. Whatever Hector saw in him, Adrian could not. However, he too knew Mother, and perhaps, they could come to a mutual understanding.

"Lady Lisa's belongings? I will take care of it," Isaac confirmed gravely. He picked up the blade and rotated it in front of his eyes, with slow, tentative movements that were not like him.

"I wouldn't disturb you, but Hector is away..."

"Naturally."

Adrian had not meant to offend him. He was all too aware of how much Father worked his Forgemasters to the bone, and did not need keen senses to notice Isaac's baggy eyes or the way his shoulders slumped. Then, did it come off wrong? Why was Isaac seething, to the point that the tendons in his neck were tense?

A sinking feeling settled in Adrian's stomach. He had done nothing to Isaac personally to incure in his anger... but indirectly...

"Is something wrong?" he dared to ask.

"No, my Prince. I know that you wouldn't bother with me were Hector here for you." His voice dropped to a growl. "I know that the two of you have become very close."

Shame burned in his chest. He was right. Of course, no secret could be hidden for long in his home. Adrian hoped that it was Hector himself who eventually confessed to their tryst, because any alternative would crush him with dread.

"Hector had told me that you wouldn't mind..."

"Of course he would say that!" Isaac yelled all of the sudden, with the full force of his anger; Adrian flinched at the crack in his shout. "As long as he can fuck someone, he'll lie and cheat his way into anyone's bed, the selfish bastard!"

Silence fell upon them. Isaac took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes, craning his neck in a practiced motion to allow his longer bangs to hide him. Adrian had no response to that outburst, and truth to be told he was not sure it was even safe to do so.

Even so, even if Adrian was painfully ignorant in matters of the heart, and his experience with Hector only confirmed so... he could not lie and let Hector shoulder all the blame.

"I will fix the sword in no time, young Master," Isaac muttered, low and deflated, still hiding himself. "If this is all you meant to ask me, I need to get back to work now."

"I apologize."

He had been the one who ultimately led Isaac to tears.

"What for?" the man asked, glossy eyes wide in surprise.

Adrian wrapped himself tighter in his cloak, holding onto the hems. "I asked Hector to help me with that... matter."

He had braced himself for another outburst, but all he got was a slow exhale from the nose.

"It is not about that, Prince. I don't care if you are attracted to him, and I don't care if he wants to put his looks to good use."

That was... not a fair assessment of the events, but Adrian had no time nor desire to correct him, not when Isaac was already volatile like Eastern fireworks.

"Then, what is it about? Please, tell me."

Isaac pursed his lips, instead, as if to prevent any word to be spilled.

In other circumstances, Adrian would have smiled that for once, the two were in the same room and they could keep the quiet. But not like this, not when every muscle in Isaac's body was stiff and his words still echoed in Adrian's mind and he felt as if a warg was gnawing at him. He had believed he had been nervous when Hector slept with him, but the awkwardness between he and Isaac threatened to choke him.

How could he even apologize for breaking his heart? He had trusted Hector, when he told him that Isaac wouldn't care: it fit with the image he had of the redhead, detached and hedonistic and already in bad blood with his friend. They had been terribly wrong, and Adrian had little trouble imagining what sort of thoughts were haunting Isaac.

While not in the matters of romance, he too had experience with feeling betrayed by someone dear to him.

Thus, if words could not suffice, Adrian only knew one other option. Before Isaac could protest, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against his cheek, over the tattoo adoring it: as he imagined, the heat radiating from him nearly singed his mouth.

That was the right thing to do, right?

"What was that?!"

Judging by Isaac's hand snapped in slapping position, apparently not.

"I..."

"Did Hector teach you how to apologize?"

"Yes."

"...why am I not surprised." Isaac barked a sound that could have been a laugh. "I'm not him. I don't need to be coddled. And you are lucky to be my Lord's son, or I would have taught you another invaluable lesson."

"My father would not approve of you talking to me this way," Adrian tugged a smile.

"Oh, so you do care about your authority."

"I do not. I prefer you like this." Adrian bowed his head, not before noticing the confusion on Isaac's face. "Thank you once again for your help. And... once again, I apologize for my lack of consideration."

"Hmph. Good to see Hector did not rub off of you," Isaac snorted, all nose turned up and arms crossed, which Adrian took as his cue to leave.

But, when he threw a glance behind his back, he did not miss Isaac rubbing his tattooed cheek, lost in thought.

Perhaps it was not his role as the Prince that stilled the man's hand.

[lostfirefly]

You’ve Got The Same Dream as Me (Ch. 2)

Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced (sorry, guys). The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. Sorry, not sorry :) The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) I have no idea how many chapters there will be. Different titles and names from the original source material will be used to emphasise the general OP's vibe.

Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) 

And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)

Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure.. 

Warnings: 12+, I think. As always, no smut, angst, violence. Adventures and fun only. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.

Words: 770

The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)

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Chapter 1

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Catherine set her alarm clock for five in the morning.

She quickly washed up, drank coffee in her hotel room and hurried to the bookstore.

Even though the store opened at 9 a.m., she was on the porch at 6:00 a.m.

"God, I'm such an idiot. What if the book isn't there? Then what? I've traveled hundreds of miles to get here for nothing? No, it can't be", Catherine mumbled to herself, tapping her feet on the paving stones.

At 8 a.m., a figure began approaching the store.

Catherine squinted slightly trying to make out the man.

"It's a girl! Thank goodness it's a girl! Why I thought Rika was a man's name?", Сatherine's mind was spinning with all sorts of thoughts.

Finally, the girl with brown hair and green eyes came to the door.

"Hello, you're Rika, aren't you? I'm Catherine Mitchell", Catherine said, rising quickly from the steps.

"I'm very happy for you that you're Сatherine. But the store is closed until 9:00 a.m".

"W-wait... I need..."

Suddenly the door slammed shut in front of the bewildered Catherine's nose. 

"What the fuck?!", Catherine started knocking on the door. "Hey, you, open your damn door! Open it!"

Without waiting for an answer, Catherine peered through the small window near the front door and saw the girl quietly making tea. 

"Brown-haired bitch!", Catherine cursed and plopped down on the porch.

9 a.m. Finally, the click of the lock was heard.

"Yes!", Catherine jumped up from her seat and stormed into the store without a moment's hesitation.

"May I help you?", the girl asked with a smile. 

"Take that smile off your pretty face. Don't pretend like you didn't see me on the porch, bitch!" Catherine shouted, slamming her fist down hard on the counter. "Damn..."

"Are you ok?", the girl asked. 

"Fuck..", Catherine rubbed her wrist. "None of your business. Anyway, as I said I'm Catherine Mitchell. I know you have Professor Alabasta's book".

"How did you know about this book?", the girl was clearly surprised.

"It doesn't matter. I know you have it. I looked it up and your store is the only one in town that has it. How much is it worth? I'd be willing to buy it", Catherine tried to look more confident with her arms crossed over her chest.

"For the record, young lady, I'm Rika, the owner of this store and I don't need to be spoken in the tone like that", said the girl, wiping the dust on the counter.

"What? I...", Catherine took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm sorry", she said reluctantly.

"Oh", Rika said with a sigh. "Once again, Catherine Mitchell.. What are you looking for?"

Catherine tried with all her might not to lose her temper. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, took a few deep breaths, counted to five and continued.

"I'm looking for Professor Alabasta's book with a silly name "The key to the treasure". Please.. I read you have it". 

"Maybe I have.. or maybe not", Rika said, arms were crossed.

"Look.. My sister. She's gone. I'm looking for her.  One of the last entries in her diary points to the professor's book. Apparently, she's gone somewhere in the desert, but she's lost her trail. I came here to find her. Please...", said Catherine, her blue eyes were wet with tears.

"The desert? You mean.. the Sabaody Desert?" Rika asked, her eyes were widen.

"Yes!!", Catherine hurriedly pulled out the journal with the entries. "See? The coordinates in the journal point this way. But to get there, I need Professor Alabasta's book. And equipment..."

"Jesus Christ", Rika said, looking at the notes and scratching the palm of her right hand. "Wait... What exactly are you looking for? Your sister? Or something else?"

"Something else?" Catherine asked in surprise.

"Oh, God, don't tell me you've never heard of the treasure that lies somewhere in that desert. It's supposedly hidden in the area your coordinates indicate. It's not certain, but it could be".

"I'm not interested in the treasure, I just want to find my sister. Before I left here, I went through her bedroom and found this", Catherine put on the counter some maps, another diary and pieces of paper with various notes.

"You know, darling", Rika stretched, tapped her fingers on the table and cast a glance at Catherine. "I'll sell you the compass, the equipment, the map and whatever else you need, but I have one condition. I'm coming with you".

"Where are you going with me?"

"Shit! Where your coordinates point, you fool! I wouldn't turn down an offer like that. I'm an excellent map reader. But, frankly speaking, it's dangerous to go alone there. We need a guide to help us get there,", Rika leaned on the table, propping her chin up with her hands.

"Do you have someone in mind for us?"

"Uh, kind of.. Yeah", Rika scratched her cheek with her finger. "Tell me. Do you like the circus?"

[mastermegatron]

{from armada!jetfire} A prerecorded message is waiting for Megatron, and upon opening, Jetfire's voice slips through. « Megatron, this is Jetfire. I wanted to leave a message for you -- one I'm sure you'll take extreme delight in, so grab a seat. Listen, I know things have been extremely touch and go between us, but I suppose they always have been given our positions in history. Despite how much of a devil you can be however, I still held respect for you, which is why I am leaving a message for you: by the time you hear this, my comms will be offline, and I will have departed my Cybertron. In terms of communication between us, I'm afraid it'll be nonexistent from now on.. or maybe for a long long time. Who knows? If there's a chance you're actually upset by this, then I'm sorry. I have things I need to sort out, a lot of things for myself - and someone to hunt down. But I can't do that surrounded by everyone here, or with the multiverse knocking at my door. I wish you well Megatron; I don't know of all the trials and troubles you went through with your particular universe, but whatever demons you have, I hope you can escape them. Take care of yourself, and... take care of Smokescreen too. I advise you text him after you get this as well. Until possibly next time. Jetfire, out. »

Irritated, Megatron scowls. Is this a trick?

But, the static that bleeds between the pulse of answered pings suggests Jetfire's honesty — that the shuttle is gone, left to find some semblance of his soul, and that what happened and what could have happened weren't enough to make it worth staying, serving only as an impetus.

Fine, then. Good riddance. Megatron thinks bitterly and then slams his fist down on the arm of his throne. Fool me once.

Teal optics glare outwards at nothing.

I hate you. More than anything. I will make you pay for this.

« Mark my words, Jetfire. » He growls as though the infuriating shuttle might hear. « I will hunt you down, whether it's this universe or the next. This isn't over. »

[seffien]

(finally getting off my ass and writing this out)

Mwahaha fool. Ask the devil and they shall answer. (So it doesn't look like I'm just torturing your oc's without YOUR permission)

Here is how The Suffering plays out.

I've gone back and reread some lore and came up with a few things. First, what has Miko's(8) greatest fear been?

A: Being a soldier. Or rather, becoming like those she grew up around. A hate filled octarian trained to be let loose on the enemy.

So she leaves Alterna. A bag on her back with the few remaining possessions she has, her phone, and the charger. All she has to do is check Squitter™️ to find Veronika(n3), and wow. What a nice friend group she has. (The promo kids)

She had friends once. She only got Squitter because Masu(4) egged her and Jun(3) to keep in touch while they were away in Splatsville. She scrolls their dead accounts. The most recent photo is Koko riding her squee-g.

She trembles, then remembers. "She's safe." Jun had left her with Callie before...

She gags. She has to push forward. They'll be avenged soon enough. She starts by friending the two crazy ones. They seem to have some sort of beef with Veronika, but regardless. She's found a route in.

Annie loves her. Finally, the anti-ronnie squad is 3 strong!

But Tako is IMMEDIATELY put off. She knows crazy, sees it in her bestie, but the look in Miko's eyes isn't that. It's calculated. Analytical. She wants something from them.

After maybe their 3rd hangout Tako finally confronts her after Annie leaves. "You don't just hate her, you loathe her."

They bicker back and forth in an alley until Tako finally sees it. The ragged clothes, her bag hidden behind a dumpster, The dead look in Miko's eyes as she tries to keep it together. 'She's psychotic'.

Tako threatens to out her intentions, tries to run out the alley, but Miko acts instinctually. The sickening crack of the charger piercing Tako's helmet shakes her, as she watches the girl fall limp to the floor.

"No.. NONONONONO!"

Her medical training kicks in. Checks vitals, assesses the wound. She knows it's fatal before she even touches the body.

She sits there for hours clutching herself. Rocking back and forth trying to close reopened trauma, all while whispering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." to the body in front of her.

She knows she can't be caught. Not yet. Successfully shoving her emotions in a bag, she gazes down at Tako's body and picks up their phone, and what appears to be apartment keys. 1 down, 7 to go. She's smart, she'll figure something out.

Days later, the garbage truck finds Tako's slowly dissolving body in the dumpster. By then, few remain.

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The news of a deliberate murder is shocking. Deep cut, unaware of what happened, go back to Alterna. The graves. The demolished equipment. Slowly, Marie & Craigs cover up slowly unravels.

Marina calls Callie, for once she answers. Miko blocked both her and Pearl's number, and they don't know what's happening. Guilt-ridden and desperate to spill everything, she confesses about Masu's death.

Both Deep cut and Off the Hook converge on the Squid Sisters.

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Hiro doesn't know why his friends are being targeted, but he's scared. He made his way to Ronnie's apartment because now she wasn't responding. He knocks on her door, but after no response he breaches his way in.

Horrified and on the verge of taking her own life sits Veronika on her bed. Tears streak her face, her heroshot tightly gripped in hand. Hiro desperately tries to comfort her, but can't make sense of what she's rambling about.

Her fault? She deserves this?

Concerned, he offers her to stay over at his place. "You don't deserve to be alone right now." As he helps her pack to leave, she screams. He swiftly turns around.

Standing and glaring them down through the broken doorway is Miko. "I found you."

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ANYWAYS tune in next time where I try to write a happier prompt~ :DDDD

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Chapter 18

♦️𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝♠️

Sorry it’s so short 😅

Stickler knocked on the Devil's office door, receiving no answer. No talking, no shuffling, not even a loud and dramatic groan the Devil usually does when the demon came within a 3 mile radius of her. Knocking again, Stickler tapped her foot as she waited impatiently for the Demon Queen to answer her door.

"Your majesty, may I have a word?" She asked.

Still nothing.

Now it was starting to get concerning. At this point, she expected her Boss to yell at her to leave it to complain loudly like a petulant child being told to do a chore. Even if Stickler enjoyed not hearing the Devil curse her name upon entering the room, it was still worrisome.

"Your Wretchedness? You may ignore me but I'm not leaving."

Still nothing.

Finally deciding to come back later, Stickler started towards the Hellevator to get back down stairs, but not before she heard commotion at the entrance if the Casino.

The Devil struggled to catch her breath as she seemed to have ran from somewhere— Where? Why knows. Finally catching her breath, she strutted through the Casino, glaring at Chips Bettigan slacking as usual.

"And here I thought not bringing my trident would be beneficial..." She muttered to herself, trying her attention to some papers she'd arrived at the Casino with.

"Your grace, may I have a word?" Stickler stood in front of her office door to ensure she had her complete attention. 

"Not now, Stickler, I'm not in the mood."

"This will only take a moment, I wanted to ask— "

"I said not now. Now move it!"

Lucifer went to push Stickler out of the way, obviously forgetting a very crucial detail;

"Your majesty, I wouldn't— "

The Devil received a shock from the invisible sweater, making her drop the papers.

"OUCH!! YOU'RE STILL WEARING THAT DAMNED SWEATER?! WHY?!"

"With all due respect, I tried to warn you." Stickler attempted to help pick up the papers, the Devil snatching them before she even had a chance to look at them.

"What do you want, Stickler? I'm very busy, you know."

"I'm sure you're very busy." 'Fawning over that stupid girlfriend of yours.' She decided to leave that thought out, she was aware that while the Devil was unable to harm her as long as she wore the sweater, it wouldn't stop Queen Dice.

"I'd just like to know why you're not doing your job?"

"Collecting souls? That's what the Casino is for, idiot. Business has been booming!"

"I'm aware. I meant the rest of your job. Causing misery, solitude, pain and fear— All of which you were made for? That's your purpose on Earth is not?" Stickler looked up from her book to see the Devil mocking every word she said.

Upon making eye contact, the Devil cleared her throat and stopped.

"Life isn't all about work, Stickler. I've been busy is all." She seemed to hug the papers closer to her as she glanced at them. "I promise I'll start up again once these girls are... Taken care of."

"You've made plenty of empty promises throughout the years, Devil."

"Oh come on! Would I lie to you?"

"Most definitely."

"Awe come on!"

"I'll only be satisfied when your swear to it."

The Devil grumbled a few unkind words, rolling her eyes and she freed up one of her hands.

"Fine, I swear that I'll get back to work after I take care of the girls." She crossed her heart. "There now I can't break the promise. Happy now?"

"Well... I suppose... Just don't break the promise."

"Please, Stickler, you and I both know that if I try, I'll get shocked every day until I fulfill the promise."

"This is true, well if that's settled, I'll be on my way."

"Good riddance." Lucifer mumbled as Stickler got the the Hellevator.

Going straight into her office, she locked the door behind her. Setting the papers on her desk, the Devil signed them off as if they were contracts. Staring at the page, she frowned. Now, she had to make sure Dice was completely on board with it.

"Well, here goes nothing." She sighed, hoping Dice would be reasonable.

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Taking just a little time to herself to freshen up, Queen Dice headed upstairs to start her shift at the Casino. With this newfound confidence in her relationship with her girlfriend, she was in a rather good mood. She should've known that Luci wouldn't treat her the way she did all those years ago, she promised after all. Dice found that Luci was surprisingly good at keeping promises for her, even before they got together.

The Hellevator door opened just before Dice got to it, and she barely held back an eyeroll as Stickler exited the elevator.

"Afternoon Miss Dice."

"Hello, Stickler." She glared at the imp as she headed down the corridor. "Hope she didn't put the Boss in a bad mood." She mumbled, closing the Hellevator door.

Queen Dice hummed as she rode the Hellevator up to the Casino. Of course, she was late for work, but her Boss would obviously be understanding. As the Hellevator doors opened, she straightened out her jacket to make sure she looked her best before scamming sinners. What she wasn't expecting was a jump scare;

"Are you busy right now?" Luci stood right in front of the Hellevator doors.

"AHH— BOSS!!" Dice screamed. "What the Hell?!"

"Sorry…" Luci scratched the back of her neck.

"It’s… Whatever. What is it? I need to get to work."

"I... I need to show you something."

"Can it wait?"

"N— No... It's— It's really important."

Queen Dice opened her mouth to protest, Luci giving her the very best puppy eyes.

"Ok."

"Great! Thank you! I promise it'll only take a minute."

The Devil took Dice by the hand, leading her to her office. Closing the door, she locked it and went to her desk.

"Uhm, Boss... Why'd you lock the door...?"

"So no one could come in, duh."

"R— Right..." Queen Dice tugged at her collar.

"Relax, Dice, I just don't want anyone to see this." The demon motioned her to the desk.

"See what—?" Queen Dice saw the papers on her desk, gasping loudly. "You're serious?"

"Yes...? Do you think it's a good idea."

"It's a great idea, Luci." Dice placed a kiss on her cheek.

Lucifer slowly turned to look at Dice blinking as a big, goofy smile appeared on her face. Giggling like a goon, she pulled Dice in for a hug, scattering a bunch of little kisses all over her face.

“Oh, I love you, Dice.”

“I love you too, Luci.”

They sat there in silence, embracing one another for just a moment. With the muffled sounds of the Casino right outside the door, they found it rather tranquil to just enjoy a little time together in peace.

Opening her eye, however, Queen Dice cleared her throat, glancing at the door.

“I really should get to work.”

“In a minute…” Lucifer sighed.

“Ok, just a minute.”

“Ten minutes?”

“Sure.”

“Twenty?”

“Boss.”

“Ok, ok, ten.”

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If Henchwoman was honest, she wasn’t sure how much she trusted the girls to keep her secret from her Boss. She herself had trouble keeping it to herself, nevermind two seventeen year olds that— Now that she thought about it— Didn’t know very well. Perhaps she was simply just being too hard on the sisters, but the last thing that she wanted was for her Boss to find out.

Walking down the hall to her Boss’ office, she knocked on the door, hearing not only the Devil’s voice but Queen Dice’s voice.

“Go away, Stickler!”

“You don’t know if it’s Stickler, dear.”

A few seconds later, the door unlocked and opened.

“D’uh, Boss…? If ya don’t mind me askin… Why was the door locked?” Henchwoman asked.

“So people couldn’t get in, duh.” The Devil placed a hand on her hip, as if it were obvious.

“Uh……Huh…” Henchwoman nodded.

“Well, I should get to work,” Queen Dice said, kissing Luci’s cheek. “See you soon, Luci.”

Apparently jealousy wasn’t reserved just for the worst demons, as Henchwoman frowned slightly as Dice walked away. Though she reminded herself that being jealous of her wouldn’t do a thing about this situation, besides make it worse.

“Oh, is it tea time already?! Come on in!”

“You’re in a good mood.” Henchwoman commented, pushing the cart in the demon’s office.

“Oh, you have no idea. I can’t wait to tell you all about it!”

[the-fiction-witch]

Hell Spawn P2

Media IRL X Judgement Day

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster [Devil]

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Flirty

Concept Post Apocalypse

They forced me down deep into the castle bringing me to a floor of harsh succubus' they were mercilessly cruel as they bathed me no matter how much I fought and argued they still worked leaving no stone unturned all the while talking to each other commenting on everything about me. By the time they tried to dress me I was being very difficult, constantly biting, snapping, fighting and screaming so instead of fighting me they simply knocked me out.

When I came too I was in a very strange place indeed. My body was completely clean and I smelt of strawberries, a revolving sweetness given what I was used to. My hair washed and brushed out completely smelling of honey and pinned up on my head with a hair pin. My body covered by a small white cotton dress that reached my ankles and even had long sleeves to my wrists. I sat on a fairly large octagon shaped bed with blankets, pillows and all manner of luxurious softness. However I couldn't leave the bed, at each side of the octagonal bed was a bronze coloured metal frame each holding a plane of glass, these continued above my head forming a cage around me with no way out, like a fairy trapped in a lantern, or a bird in a cage it was beautiful but it was still a cage. And the second reason I couldn't leave the bed was that around my ankle sat a chain of diamonds glittering slightly whenever I moved it but it was tight around my ankle, unable to be broken.

I heard a door open and close so I turned to see who had come, and it was him smirking widely as he came close leaning on the glass between us

"Hello little bird" he cooed "don't you clean up nice" he smirked pacing around my cage to make sure he looked at me from all angles I merely turned my face away from wherever he stood "awww come on now I want to see you" he smiled so I sighed and turned to look at him "beautiful" he smiled blowing me a kiss "relax, I'm not going to hurt you" he says "I want information." He says

I didn't bother to answer watching as he leant against the glass again

"What are you?" He asks

Making me perk up and glance over at him

"What are you little bird. You're not human. I know that much. But you're certainly not one of mine. Or even an offshoot. What are you and where did you come from?"

I was so confused what was he talking about "I'm human"

He was taken back a moment but he smiled "so you do talk" he chuckled "first words out your pretty mouth are lies"

"I am a human. Your demons -"

"They think everything taller than a rabbit is a human. I am not so easily fooled" he says as he continued to walk around "you have the scent of a human, even now. But there's something more to you. Something I can't place." He explained

"I am a human."

"You're not. And I know you're not." He snapped "your something else. How else would you have survived this long. The last human was gutted by yours truly five years ago. We have hunted every corner and cave of this earth not a single human still breathes. Doesn't it strike you as odd you'd survive this long? That knowone had found you or come after you until now? You have a human scent but it's diluted with something else. Must have been why we took so long find you" he says

"I'm human. Just human. I've survived this long because I've had to. I was born after the riders came this is the only world I know. You learn to live in it"

"What?" He asks

"You learn to -"

"Not that! After the riders came?"

"Yes. I don't remember a time when the world wasn't like this"

"That's not possible." He muttered "even so you've been unharmed this whole time. And there's something strange about you"

"What?"

"You're completely innocent."

"What?"

"You've never done anything, your soul is as pure white as that dress. That's how I know you're not human. I can see your soul and I know there is something else in you. Until I find out you're staying in here I can't risk whatever you are." He says "rest up little bird, I'll come visit you when I have time" he smirked before leaving the room.

[kombuchaclock]

This post was gonna have a longer intro but it got too long. I wrote a backstory for my PC in a campaign @laurenlizardman is running and I'm fairly pleased with how it turned out.

Louis Smith was going nowhere fast. His parents had cut him off after he dropped out of college, and his “habits” were a drain on what he had left. Louis knew he had to do something, but he wasn’t sure what. And so, he wallowed, until one day someone knocked on his door: his landlord.

“Hey, Louis, you’re late on- wow, you don’t look so hot.”

He didn’t. “Yeah, the rent, I know, I uh… uh…” the withered and addled young man stalled.

In his cruel heart, the landlord felt something unusual at seeing his tenant stammer: pity. He had no reason to expect that Louis would be able to pay him, and had no qualms about evicting him, but his inability to even summon up an answer was nonetheless pitiable. However, given the kind this landlord was, his idea of help would seem strange to some. “You need religion.” “… What?” Louis’ response would be predictable from just about anyone, though in his case he may have simply not heard.

“Religion. You need a spiritual core, y’know? To structure your life around?” The landlord inquired with raised eyebrows.

“… What?”

“Look, I’m gonna give you a little extra time to pay me, okay? But, in the meantime, I’m gonna give you a book, and I want you to read it front to back. I’ll quiz you on it.”

“… Sure.” Louis was not normally one for studying, but didn’t see much other choice. And so he came into possession of a copy of The Asmodean Monograph.

For a few days, Louis would occasionally look at the book, think about reading it for a moment, and then forget to. It wasn’t until he realized he needed to cancel his streaming subscriptions to avoid going in the red that he decided he had nothing better to do. It was a dense read, perhaps the densest he had ever read. Exactly one thousand pages detailing various rituals, draconian laws, references to other supplementary texts, and even a few pages that straight-up talked about how to torture someone.

It was… strangely alluring. More than the promise of power, Louis was drawn by the idea of order, something he severely lacked. The Nine Hells were organized into perfect concentric circles. The devils that populated it lived according to a strict hierarchy, and despite the occasional backstabbing, their way of life had endured for millennia. At this point, Louis was happy to become a cog in the infernal machine if it meant a modicum of control.

After reading the book front to back as ordered, Louis did not immediately report to his landlord. Instead, he cleared a spot on the floor of his apartment. Lit by red candles, he drew a number of sigils, and at the center he drew three triangles: the unholy symbol of Asmodeus. He tripped over his words, not yet used to speaking Infernal, and had to repeat the incantation multiple times. As he was just about to give up, the flames on the candles lept towards the ceiling and black smoke, smelling of sulfur, poured from the drawings on the floor. Louis couldn’t help but cough, but he smiled through watery eyes. When the smoke cleared, he saw an imp hovering in front of him. The imp held onto a long piece of paper- or maybe hide- and a quill pen.

“Name, please,” the little devil asked.

“Uh, L-Louis-,” he stuttered before getting cut off.

“Lemme guess, Cypher?”

“W-what? No, it’s, uh, not a cypher.”

“No, I mean is your last name Cypher?”

“… No, it’s Smith.”

“Huh,” the imp had only the barest hint of surprise in their voice as they wrote Louis’ name. “Kinda boring, but that’s not a problem. Now, you do realize the pact you’re making, correct?” Louis nodded. “Good,” the imp turned the contract around. “Sign here, here, here, aaaand here.”

Contracts with devils were never fair. The book he had read didn’t attempt to hide it, it was simply a matter of course. Louis didn’t care; he wasn’t attempting to bargain with Hell, he wanted to live among devils, to live a life of order. Naturally, he signed.

The imp smiled. “Now that that’s taken care of, we can get to business. First thing: this mess?” The imp gestured around the apartment. “Nuh-uh.”

“I’ll clean it,” Louis answered quickly.

“You bet you will. You got a job?” The imp inquired further.

Louis’ expression dropped. “No…”

The imp sneered in disgust, but only for a second. They flew a bit closer to Louis. “You got a suit?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t worn it since my grandfather’s funeral.” “Get it cleaned and ironed if it needs it. Also, shave and getcha hair cut, you look ratty as shit, my man. And, uh, here,” the imp pressed its own hand into Louis’. It was warm, almost hot, but there was something cold between his skin and the imp’s. Something metal. He lifted his hand to see a pin with the symbol of Asmodeus on it. “We’re gonna get you a job.”

[marleyybluu]

Baby Daddy

Pairings: Fezco x black!reader

Warnings: swearing, sexual content, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.5k

this is from my old account too so if you see this and you're like "Hey this is familiar" its because its me babe

"When are you going to start dating again?" Kay asked her friend. YN rolled her eyes and fed her 8-month-old child a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes. "Sage can you tell your aunty I'll knock her right tooth to the left." The little girl oblivious to the conversation only whined for more food.

"Come on, look, you've been out of the dating pool since you got pregnant since you and... he who shall remain nameless-"

"Girl, just say Fez." 

"YN don't you miss having some fun, flirting with whoever just to get bored and ghost them in like a week?"

YN missed having fun in terms of going on dates with whoever she wanted to and accepting gifts from whoever gave them to her and on the occasion just having a drunken one-night stand but she was a mother now, things had been put into a different perspective. She wouldn't mind dating but she knew what it was like out there, not a lot of people were up to play step-parent or wait around until her child went to sleep.

"Or are you still hung up on you know who?"

YN's baby daddy was no stranger to being the topic of conversation, he was a steady fling— occasionally going on trips together, going to hotels, planning cute little dates, going on double dates, and he even met her parents. But something just prevented them from putting this title on things and as deep as she was falling for him she never let him know. Soon she was pregnant and they agreed to co-parent, it was all smooth sailing but watching him be a father made her yearn for a relationship with him. A solid one.

"No, I'm not still hung up on him," She lied. "Even if I was... could you blame me? I mean you saw the way he treated me as if I was his whole solar system and seeing him with Sage. It just makes everything deeper."

"You two are so complicated, you were the one who said you don't date-"

"Well, that was before I met him!" She shouted. YN took a deep breath. "Kay... you don't know how he makes me feel, gosh I mean when I was pregnant there was no hesitation he was so happy, he wanted me off my feet when I started showing, he put me on this pedestal that I don't know if anyone can make me experience again."

The doorbell rang cutting into their conversation, YN asked her friend to go answer and she did swinging the door open revealing the man of the hour as if they summoned him by accident.

"Hey, Fezco." She heard from the kitchen. "Speaking of the devil," YN muttered. Heavy footsteps trailed inside the kitchen. "Hey YN."

"Hi, Fez."

Sage instantly started to kick her feet when she saw her father come into view. "Hi, my happy baby." He cooed rubbing his nose against hers. "Well, I guess I will leave y'all alone, have some family time. I have some shopping to do."

YN wiped off her daughter's mouth and stood up leaving her with her father. "With who's money?" She asked. Kay shrugged. "Doesn't matter as long as it's not my own. See y'all later."

Kay left the house leaving YN in awkward silence. "So what are you doing here today?" She asked. "I was missing you guys, so I let Ashtray handle shit today." She took a sip of her coffee and sighed sitting around her kitchen island. "Did you eat yet?" He asked. She nodded but he stared at her longer. "Fine, no. But I'm not that hungry anyway."

"You have anything to cook?"

YN groaned. "Fez,"

"I don't want to hear it I'll make something."

There was no point in arguing with him really he would just turn around and do whatever he wanted anyway. The rest of the day was breezy, YN got to finish some work and take a nap while Fezco took care of their daughter. She sat in her playpen in front of the television watching some Bugs Bunny he had left on. YN rubbed the sleep out of her eye coming down the steps in a baggy shirt and some socks. She peeped over to see Sage engulfed in the old cartoon and decided to let her be.

She slid into the kitchen and crept behind Fez drawing a line down his back. "Hey." She smiled. "Hi, sleepyhead."

YN laughed. "Thank you for letting me have more than 15 minutes."

"Five hours should do you justice for the week." He joked. She rolled her eyes leaning on the counter to peek at what he was cooking. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this, I owe you."

He shook his head. "You're the mother of my child, carried my little girl for almost ten months, you've done everything for her. You don't owe me anything."

'Why do you have to be so nice?' She said to herself.

YN looked up at him wanting to ask something, maybe confess her feelings, but her doubt got the better of her and she only sheepishly smiled at him before heading to the living room and sitting in the large playpen with her child.

Holding up toys to her face and watching her little hands grab them only to toss them back on the floor. Florian poked his head around the corner grinning as he saw his two girls having their own fun, he tip-toed over. "Room for one more?"

"Of course."

Soon all three were in the playpen. YN felt his arm snake around her pulling her in closer to him, he kissed the top of her head. This was what she wanted, every night, with him and no one else honestly. "Dinner's ready if you're hungry."

"Mmm you know I'll never say no to food."

The three gathered around the table, Sage for her own small portion of the food. They said a little prayer before digging in. YN's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "I swear you make the best steak and potatoes oh my goodness."

"Thank you." He chuckled. The dinner was more a comfortable silence with the occasional random noise from the baby who was covered in mostly mashed potatoes. "Every time I look at her I fall more in love. She's perfect." YN mumbled.

Fez agreed. "We did a great job. Making her and raising her." YN lightly threw her napkin at him for the comment. "It's true, I know you remember." He winked taking a sip of his water. She remembered very well to the point where it would leave a heartbeat in more than one place.

Dinner was done, and Sage had been bathed and put to sleep. YN washed what dishes were left while Fez picked up the toys and packed away the playpen. It was 8 pm and though she didn't wake up too long ago she was ready to go back to sleep. "Well everything is cleaned up, guess that's my cue to go."

She frowned but kept it hidden. "Uh... okay, well thanks again for today I needed the little break."

He nodded. "No problem."

Neither wanted him to go just yet.

"I- um, what if you leave a little later... I have wine." YN felt herself becoming rosy she couldn't believe she was stumbling so much. Fez found it cute though. "Uh, I drove here."

"There's a couch... or an extra room." She flirted. He agreed to her offer setting his keys back down. His eyes were glued to her backside watching her bend down to one of the lower cabinets grabbing the liquor. "Hey there are some glasses somewhere up there can you-" She stood up catching him in the act, her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. "What?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. "Glasses right?" Fez didn't need much of a stretch to collect the glasses. "If we really wanna keep her sleeping we could go in the basement."

"Lead the way."

YN stepped downstairs hearing the door quietly close behind her, she stopped in her tracks seeing the tent made of blankets that she set up one night with Kay. "That's cute." He chuckled. Drinks were poured while they sat up in the tent. "Cheers to a parent's night in." She giggled. "I'll drink to that."

YN picked a movie and laid back against some pillows that were stacked but she felt herself being pulled once again into Fezco's hold, he rested his head on her thighs and she smiled lightly scratching his head with her acrylic nails knowing that was what he liked. As the movie played and more drinks were poured she started to feel the buzz, she couldn't handle liquor like she use to— tingles ran through every inch of her body as her temperature rose.

Fez was feeling the same way, his fingers running up and down her thighs. By this time they switched positions and were both laying down with her as the little spoon. She, not so subtly, pushed back against his crotch her eyes widening feeling his already hard member poking through. His hand moved from her thighs up her torso and under her shirt, his lips pressed against the back of her neck.

"I miss you." He mumbled. She shook her head at the drunken confession. "Mmm, you had too much wine." She hiccuped. "So? A drunk man's words... have... thoughts." YN fell into a fit of laughter. "What the hell was thaaat!?"

He only shook his head, his glossy eyes analyzed her every feature, the little dots of freckles spread across her skin, her full lips forming into a smile. "Fezzy..." She whispered.

"YN." He whispered back. Her low eyes fixated on his full beard. "Do you miss life before Sage?" She wondered. He disagreed. "I love her too much to turn back the clock you know?"

"Mhm."

He closed his eyes. "I miss how close we were though. I miss taking you on dates and shit. I miss pretending like we were in a relationship." 

YN ran her thumb over his cheek. "I think you were the only one I wanted a real relationship with," She admitted. "Why do you think I trapped you?" 

"Shut up." He mumbled pulling her face closer until their lips touched for the first time in quite a long time and it was a feeling that was well overdue. Soon the movie was just background noise, clothes were coming off piece by piece, kisses filling in their places, and warm hands exploring their bodies like it was the first time they met. YN wrapped her legs around his hips, her nails digging into his soft flesh, her soft moans caressing his ear. 

He grunted burying his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder leaving kisses behind. "Oh my goodness... Fez." She breathlessly whispered while tapping his back. "Oh, baby I'm gonna cum." 

His tongue slithered against her warm neck tasting her salty skin, sweat coating both bodies. "Cum for me, please cum for me, baby." 

Yn felt her legs loosen their grip allowing him to thrust harder, she let out a long groan her nails sliding down his back leaving faint red trails. Her orgasm took over her whole body causing her to shake and shiver, to reach down between them in a weak attempt to push him off but he wasn't going anywhere he loved watching her mouth form that 'O' shape, his name repeatedly slipping from her, her perfect eyebrows coming closer together, the eye contact was the cherry on top of it all. 

"Shit." She giggled out of breath. "You okay?" He chuckled passing his thumb over her chin. "Yes." Her cheeks started to feel warm. 

Fez rolled over on his back letting out an exhausted sigh picking up the phone to check the time. "1 am, wow."  He put the phone down seeing Yn now on top of him her hands laying on his chest, her soaked pussy sliding against his shaft, she whimpered at her sensitive clit's contact with the vein he had poking out. She lifted her hips taking his dick into the palm of her hand so it stood straight up and slowly sank down on it. 

"Baby..." He moaned feeling engulfed in her warmth and slickness. "Can't take anymore?" She flirted rotating her hips. "Mmm don't start that, I always make you tap out." 

YN didn't answer only lifted back up to his tip and carefully back down, she repeated her actions until she was comfortable enough to go a bit faster. She rode that man like a horse, helped that he was hung like one too, his hands had a hard grip on her cheeks spanking them once in a while hard enough in the hopes to leave a print. She leaned down resting her upper body on his and still moving up and down on him. "Fuck it's so deep." She muttered. "Yeah?" Fez wrapped his arms around her waist holding her down, he began to match her motions. 

"Ouu I- mmm fuck I hate that." She giggled knowing she felt the complete opposite. Soon her body gave out letting Fez take over with his relentless pounding, she whimpered reaching back to push against his thighs but was denied when he collected her arm trapping it under his initiating the same on the other side. "Take that shit, I told you I always make you tap out." 

She really had no choice but to lay on his chest she wiggled her upper body as much as she could but there was no point. "Fezzz." She whined, her eyes falling to the back of her head. "I'm gonna cum YN." 

"Cum in me daddy, please." 

Fez felt her pulsing around him only for it to trigger his own orgasm, his thrusts became slow and sloppy as he emptied himself inside of her. He released his grip on her leaving her to lay lifelessly on her, out of breath, officially tapped out for the night. "You telling me to cum in you will never get old."

She smirked. "It won't be the last time either." 

The moment was interrupted by their original outcome from the last time she made that statement, baby cries over the monitor that YN had left in the basement because she always forgot the other one upstairs. "And there she goes." 

YN cleaned up from the sink nearby and stole Fezco's shirt to cover her body. "Really?" 

"Yuuup." She laughed running up the stairs to her daughter's room to see the infant kicking and wailing. "Okaaay mama I'm here." 

She sighed carrying her back to the master bedroom seeing Fez in his boxers laying on her sheets. "I don't think she's hungry, just fussy." He watched as she carefully laid down with the baby laying on her chest. He scooted over to get closer and kissed her cheek, he placed his hand on Sage's back as she slowly calmed down and was soon back to being quiet.  

"I love you guys." 

Yn looked over at him. "We love you too." 

don't we love when she posts on a random day in the week after saying she only does weekends? lol

New Rio fics dropping this weekend fr tho and if I don't do it shiiiiiit don't shoot the messenger

taking a break from Miss Ivy (but if you are a curious cat and would like to take a read come through) and diving back into my other boys

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[julesthoughts]

Trap of Lies

Chapter 26

This is a dark AU collaboration started by @x3kristax3. You can find the other chapters here.

TW: Torture, violence, detailed scenes of violence, light sexual acts

Phil POV

Completely drained, I stood in my bathroom and reviewed the evening. I looked at my hands, still dirty with dirt and blood from the nasty son of a bitch and his horse. I went to my bathroom and washed my hands and face. I took off the dirty clothes and put on fresh clothes.

I saw the remaining blood residue in my sink that was not washed away by the water. I cleaned up the remaining blood and burned my clothes in my oven as there was no point in trying to clean them.

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind, but they all ended in relief. We were able to save MC in time and the devil of the whole drama is finally dead. Jessy promised to take care of MC because she saw that I still had something to do.

I braced myself with both hands on the sink and lifted my head. I saw myself reflected in my mirror. It still wasn't over. We had to find the devil's father.

"Agnus Barnett," I whispered. "Where are you?"

It was maddening! I asked each of the Whispers if anyone had heard that name before. Nobody knew him, but there had to be someone.

He's got people he bossed around. He did not run this business alone, he had employees. This man knew how to hide himself. He was the master at hiding and running such a big business.

I couldn't do this alone, I needed help from someone I trusted 100%. Dan. I immediately made my way to Dan, although it was the middle of the night, he was always willing to help me. I walked to his house because I didn't want to draw attention to myself.

When I arrived, I knocked firmly on his door and he opened the door a little annoyed. "Can't you even wait until morning?" he asked me grumpily.

"No time," I hissed and immediately I saw regret on Dan's face. Not wanting to contradict me, he let me in.

He tiredly ran his fingers through his hair and got his clothes to change. I looked at him confused and he just raised an eyebrow knowingly. "I know that look, you didn't come here for a tea party."

It's been a while, but with this sentence, Dan actually managed to make me smirk. Dan got dressed and then approached me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You look like you just committed murder."

When he didn't get an answer, his eyes widened. "Shit, who did you kill?"

"Alan, finally. But that's another story. We have to find the devil's father."

I took the blame on myself first, I didn't want to implicate MC even though she ended up being the one who killed him.

Dan suddenly looked at me seriously, "Do you know anything? Did you find out anything?"

"No!" I almost yelled, desperate. "But someone has to know something. I want to keep Jake out of it so he can focus on his new business.

"Amy," Dan suggested. "She might know something, after all she adores Alan and would do anything for him."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Jake told me she said she saved MC. I don't really believe it, but one thing's for sure, she'd die for him. She doesn't have to know Alan's dead, but we can pressure her to do that her answers could save his life."

"I knew you would be of great help to me. Now we just have to find out where she is."

I was glad I turned to Dan, he was always reliable, even if he could be a bit grumpy at times. Now all we had to do was find out where Amy was. I could see that Dan was already brooding.

"Any idea where Amy might be? The prostitutes are all over town, it would take us forever to find her," I paused. "Wait! I have an idea. I'm sure Charlotte can figure something out."

Dan nodded and we made our way to my bar. Once there I found Charlotte at a table with a man. I gave her a knowing look and she said goodbye to the man and walked towards me.

"What do you need to know?" she asked, since she already knew that look from me.

"Find out where Amy is at the moment, nothing else matters for now."

She nodded and got to work. Dan and I went to my office and tried to think if we really didn't know Agnus.

It wasn't long before there was a gentle knock on my door. I opened the door and Charlotte's eyes looked at me proudly. She whispered, "There's some kind of brothel across town, that's where she works."

I thanked Charlotte and nodded for Dan to follow me. I put a staff member in charge of running the bar. As we walked out of the bar, we made plans for how best to get to Amy.

"We register like normal guests and say that we would like to see Amy. Simple and uncomplicated," said Dan.

I hesitated, "It's a good idea per se, but I don't want to be recognized. I don't need rumors."

"Then we'll dress up a bit. A hat and a fake beard will do," Dan said, and we made our way over to his house. After we dressed up, I had to smile a little. A beard didn't suit me at all, but I had to go through with it now.

We took a carriage and made our way to the other side of town. We parked the carriage and got out. We entered the strange building and arrived at some kind of reception. A black-haired woman was sitting at the reception and there were men everywhere, smartly dressed. It must be the pimps.

Dan addressed the lady, "We'd both like to see Amy."

I was expecting everything, but not her next words, "No need to be so formal here. Room 9, she'll do whatever you want."

I grinned internally. Will she also answer our questions?

We both looked for room 9 and found it. We knocked and a gentle voice called us in. As she turned around, she gulped hard. She recognized us.

"You're not here to consider my service and I was about to leave anyway."

Dan chuckled darkly, "The receptionist told us that you do everything for us. I'm sure you'll also answer a few questions for us."

"What do you want? I have a date with Alan!"

I roared laughing, "Oh, I guess this isn't going to work out."

"What does this mean?" she asked in panic.

Dan took a step towards her, "If you want to see your beloved prince, then answer our questions."

She sat on the bed, sighed, and gestured for us to ask."

"Where is Alan's father?" I fell right in with the door, I didn't want to waste any more time.

She looked at us in shock, "How do you know I work for him?" She immediately put her hand to her mouth.

"That's easier than I thought," Dan chuckled. She shook her head in disbelief at her own stupidity.

"So, you know more than we thought. Well, I'm waiting for an answer."

"I don't know. For heaven's sake, I'm just a prostitute. He won't tell anyone where he is, at least that's what Alan always tells me."

"But you know who works for him, give us a name and location of this person."

She hung her head and said nothing more. I was right, she knew who worked for him. Dan sat down in a chair and spread his legs. "Either you answer this question now or you have to satisfy me."

I saw disgust on her face, Dan didn't seem to be her thing at all, and he seemed to have noticed and taken advantage of it. He knew that she would never willingly touch him if he gave her the choice.

She walked up to Dan, putting each hand on his knees and looking deep into his eyes. "I've had to touch more obnoxious guys than you. Come on, take off your pants. I'll satisfy you."

Dan smiled. What was going on in his head? "That's your job, if you're supposed to please me then you're supposed to do all the work."

With that, she winced and made a gagging sound. "Fine! You won. The name is Poke, he sells his wares in a park, behind a shabby shack. I don't know what time he is there though."

"There you go," Dan said as he rose from his chair.

"Are you releasing Alan? I gave you answers!"

This time I chuckled darkly, "Oh he's been free for a long time."

She looked at us confused and so we left her. She was lucky that she was a woman and not a man. No matter how much I detested a woman, I don't hurt a woman's hair.

Dan and I left the building and took the carriage to said park. I felt we had a better chance of finding this poke at night. We pulled our fake beards off our faces and parked the carriage a little further from the park.

We sneaked through the park to the shabby shack. We heard a branch snap behind the shack and immediately I ran behind the shack and there was a stranger to me.

"Poke?" I asked.

"Jesus Christ, who told you my name? What do you want to buy?"

"Answers."

As he tried to run away, Dan grabbed his collar and pushed him against the back door of the shack and to our surprise the door swung open. Dan didn't hesitate and shoved him into the cabin where he slammed into the opposite wall. I followed Dan into the shack and locked the door from the inside.

When I turned around, I saw Dan standing behind the man, holding a knife to his neck. He was helpless at our mercy.

"So, Poke, I'll ask you questions and you'll answer them well."

He just nodded and flinched as the blade of the knife digged a bit into his neck from his nod.

"Where's Agnus?"

"I don't know," he said pleadingly.

"Lie!" I roared and looked around the shack. This seemed to be the gardener's hut, since only gardening tools were lying around here. Everyone knows garden tools are the best torture tools.

I took a smaller saw and took Poke's hand and sawed off his pinky. He cried out, but I slapped him, and he just whimpered while blood dripped onto the floor.

"Answer me or all your fingers will be off."

He didn't say anything, and I held the saw to his ring finger. A grinding noise arose as I took an extra long time on his bone. I looked deep into his eyes, but still got no answer, so I cut off his next finger.

The game went on until all his fingers were off and there was a puddle of blood beneath us. Tears streamed down his face, and I saw that he was about to finally answer me.

I put his fingerless hand in front of his eyes and put the saw on his wrist. "Last chance," I threatened him.

I began to rock the saw back and forth slowly, letting him watch as I sawed his wrist. I kept sawing but stopped when I sawed through his bone and left his hand hanging on a piece of skin. He saw his wrist swinging on a thread of skin in front of him.

I took his fingerless hand and yanked with all my might, skinning part of his forearm in the process. His wrist fell to the ground with a loud splash, and he cried out at the top of his lungs.

And he answered.

"Ah shit! He lives in a rather large mansion, he spends all day there and rarely leaves it. The villa is only guarded from the inside. It's very isolated. In the middle of the forest, there is no street and no house number."

"How many guards?"

"Five or six. Two stand right in front of his office. Two stand at the entrance of the house and there are usually two walking around the mansion."

He was getting weak, and I could see Dan using all his muscles to keep holding him up.

"End him," I said to Dan.

Dan dropped him on the ground, leaned over him and slit his throat. Blood spurted out of him and for a brief moment I saw gratitude in his eyes. I didn't really want to go that far, but the thought of Alan getting his drugs from his own father's business infuriated me. And those drugs he used on MC.

MC had never done anything to anyone but Alan, but he deserved it.

We left the cabin, we took the carriage to Dan's house and we planned to find Agnus before dawn. The thought of what Richy and Alan had done to MC brought out the inner beast in me.

We didn't bother to clean up, just thinking how to find this mansion in the vast forests. We decided to stop by Alan's house and see if we could find anything. Once there, we broke down his front door and searched everything. Dan winced when he saw the huge bloodstain on the floor.

I roughly explained to him what had happened, and that MC is now safe.

"Good thing that son of a bitch is finally dead," said Dan.

I just nodded when I found an envelope. Inside the envelope was a painting of a mansion, and Dan gasped. "I know this mansion, how could I forget that! I rode past the mansion."

We each took a horse and rode off, Dan leading the way. It was a long and difficult ride. So many hurdles, detours and strong currents. No wonder no one has found him on such a path. I saw the villa and we brought our horses to a stop and put them in a meadow where no one could see them. We gave them an apple to eat as a reward.

We made our way to the mansion, and as Poke said, it's not patrolled from the outside. Dan pressed something cold metallic into my hand. A pistol and a knife. I hid the gun in my holster and the knife in my belt pouch.

I don't care that we had to kill everyone in there to get to Agnus. We had to shut down the source to end this drug business. And the source was Agnus.

We entered the premises and crept to the large front door. As big as the door is, it was easy to break open.

In the foyer, two muscular men immediately ran toward us, but Dan and I each drew our knives and slit their throats in one motion. We didn't hesitate and went further into the villa, where we met another man. Dan stabbed the blade of his knife into his neck and life drained from him too.

A man attacked me from behind and choked me off, Dan didn't know how to act. No matter how he tried to attack the man behind me now, he would hurt me. I turned the knife over in my hand and just swung it back. I hit the man behind me as his grip on my neck loosened.

My knife was stuck in his stomach, I pulled it out with all my might and immediately slit his throat before he could start screaming. He gurgled and blood spurted out of his mouth.

I coughed and gasped, he had a strong grip on it.

"Son of a bitch," I cursed under my breath.

After my breathing settled, Dan helped me up and we walked up the stairs. At the top we arrived in front of a huge wooden door, it was powerful. Two men stood to the right and left of the door and unfortunately, they noticed us immediately.

"How did you guys get in here?" asked the man on the right.

"With a little help," Dan said, brandishing his bloodied knife in his hand.

He threw the knife and it hit the wall next to the man on the left. He sneered but stopped laughing when Dan aimed his gun at him and shot him in the head. Now we could make some noise, we were busted anyway, and Agnus knew we were here.

I walked a little towards the man on the right when suddenly another shot rang out and I felt a warm liquid splash on my face. The man in front of me sagged and Dan blew smoke from his gun.

I tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Wimp," I whispered to Dan, shooting the lock with my pistol.

The door opened and I saw an older man, but that black hair looked all too familiar. There sat the likeness of Alan.

He looked at us with wide eyes, for a brief moment I saw a flash of fear in them. But immediately I saw pure hatred in his eyes.

I wiped the blood from my mouth with my right hand and gave him a friendly smile like a businessman.

I had to look like a psycho.

"Hello Agnus."

[terrence-silver]

"I went easy on you, next time I'll be sure you won't walk again" for Yandere Old Silver, please? I don't know if you accept Yandere prompts, I wanted to describe a ready-made scenario like the person who sent you the previous Yandere request did, but I'm not very good at it sorry 😅 (But thanks in advance if you accept my request)

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Parts of the lower leg anatomy:

Vastus Medalis.

Patella.

Gracilis.

Tibialis Anterior.

The Tibia Bone.

Being a Black Belt for well over fifty years meant being a sort of doctor.

Terry steps on the exposed spot where the Tibialis meets the Tibia with a resounding crack, once, then another time, on your other leg, swiftly and effectively breaking both, not wishing to touch the Patella lest he damages your darling little knee, rendering you invalid. No, no. A lesson had to be learned here and he's studied the human body as a point of keen interest; a knowledge that went as far back as his time in Vietnam and lessons on how to best extract intel from enemy personnel, examining where pressure is best applied to dish out pain, the weak spots of the body, erotic zones and zones of agony, where to press into an organ to deliver most damage without killing and without leaving a visible mark that could compromise him. It was a part of Tang Soo Do as much as torture in effect and he was determined in his approach, while you're sprawled out on the floor, screaming out in agony --- what a precious sound --- your lovely face a twisted mask of pain as you writhe. For anyone inquiring or being nosy, accidents happen and they can merely be told you stumbled down a flight of stairs and that Mr. Silver was very perturbed and saddened by that indeed, choosing to install an extra private elevator for your usage exclusively in the aftermath of such a horrendous, freak mishap because he wanted to make things easier and as comfortable as he could for you. But as things were, he really wishes it never came to this extreme. He wanted to be sweet. And kind. And good. Just like the aftermath of his therapy in years prior enforced him to be. But, you left him no choice. You were knocking on the devil's door and the devil just about answered. He warned you not to play around with him.

Maybe this is exactly why he avoided love for so long, keeping it surface level.

Because here he was, attached and breaking someone's legs.

Out of fucking control.

He was out of fucking control when he loved. Out of bounds. He knew that.

His Captain was reminded of that fact too, now behind bars.

The price he paid for betraying their friendship.

-"I went easy on you, next time I'll be sure you won't walk again."-

He scoots down whispering and cooing, not attempting to veil his threat, wanting to make it perfectly clear that he'll make it worse next time, towering over your pained body still and he takes in every expression on your face, every tear he wipes off with a careful finger, every bit of snot and mucus and sweat; every bit of ugly and everything unseemly he was broadcasting to you as well, showing you precisely who he is. Your legs would heal. He'd make sure of that. He’d make sure you recover perfectly. He'd have the best doctors in LA put them into casts this very afternoon and you'd stay put until they do, the breakage being deliberately clean and as surgically precise as he could make it in his rage, shattered only in only in one place each. Terry could've made it intentionally messy and he could've smashed your Tibia in multiple places, making the damage lasting and giving you a possible life-long limp at best if not landing you in a wheelchair, but he chose not to. Another thing he concluded in therapy; no mercy is a good creed to live by, but with him, mercy was often merely a set of good, well-rehersed manners nowadays. The palm of his hand envelops your cheek, alongside half of your beautiful face twisted in hurt, caressing you as you cry and cry and he sits by your side on the floor for what seems like hours, finding you too out of it to struggle or push him off as he presses the gentlest kiss he can muster to the side of your mouth. You're laid bare, disheveled, red with weeping, thoroughly beaten, defeated and deconstructed and perfectly his and beautiful. A man cant stand, he can't fight. One of the lessons of the Quicksilver method come to mind and Terry kisses you again, wiping the sweat off of your brow as you whimper and seethe, looking at him with harrowed, wet, glassy eyes.

-"Poor heart, fell down a flight of stairs."-

He explains to doctor Colson pitifully over the phone while massaging your scalp.