#I need to be alive to hear it so no thank you see ya later

[styona]

Okay, so IF Papa V is introduced

[nastybuckybarnes]

Watch Your Step

Pairing: Ghost X Reader

Summary: Soap's a little clumsy and Ghost is very grateful.

Warnings: Minor Angst, minor violence, language(?), Fluff, Slow burn progression

Word Count: 952

A/n: Another little one just for now. I'm reeeeeaaallly liking making this little series thing?? I hope y'all enjoy it cause i've got like 3 - 4 more parts already in the works and i am SO open to requests or ideas for this. Anyway, love ya

~*~

"All clear," Soap murmurs into his radio, slowly moving through the house.

"Nice work, Johnny," Ghost replies.

With each day that goes by, they take back more and more ground. Today is no exception.

Ghost watches closely from his position on a rooftop a few buildings away, eyes peeled for any sign of danger while Soap cleans out the house, living up to his callsign.

And, as usual, he's not the only one watching.

You peer from the shadows, watching as if entranced as Soap clears out the house with practiced ease.

He glances around, seemingly oblivious to your presence, but you're more than aware of his.

Your eyes focus on the red light drawing up the wall through the window, and your eyes widen as it slowly moves over until it climbs his chest up to his head.

You're not the only one who sees it, but you see it first.

You're launching forward as Ghost's voice rings out through the radio.

"Johnny, get down!" His words are a second late, and he watches in horror as Soap goes tumbling to the ground.

He tracks the sniper and, with a quick twitch of his finger, eliminates them.

He packs his gun up and begins making his way towards Soap, teeth clenched together so hard it's a miracle one of them doesn't crack.

Meanwhile, you crawl up near Soap's head, frowning when he doesn't open his eyes.

You hover your ear over his nose, nodding to yourself when you hear his steady breathing.

He must've hit his head when you yanked his leg.

You turn his face to the side, confirming the bullet missed him, then carefully tuck your drawing into one of the straps of his vest.

Hovering your fingers over his radio, you contemplate calling to Ghost, letting him know his friend is alive but needs help, but the sound of boots approaching the house has you changing your mind.

You grab Soap by the vest and haul him into the darkness, huffing out heavily at the strain.

The way he carries himself with such ease, you would've never guessed he'd be this bloody heavy.

You lean him up against the wall and give his shoulder a pat for good luck, then scurry through the house, up the stairs, and out one of the bedroom windows.

Ghost enters the house not five seconds later, brows pulling together when he doesn't see Soap on the ground.

Scanning the room carefully, he finally sees his boots poking out of the shadows, and he rushes to the man’s side.

His fingers find the Scot's neck and he lets out a relieved sigh at the feeling of his strong pulse.

"Don't fuckin' scare me like that," he hisses quietly, inspecting the man for injuries.

He finds none but does see the paper tucked into his vest. He tugs it out, huffing out a breath when he sees the familiar drawing on it.

He lets out a chuckle of disbelief and shakes his head, dragging a hand down his masked face as his heart rate slowly returns to normal.

He brings his mouth to his shoulder and clicks his radio on as he shoves the paper into his pocket.

"This is Ghost. I need medical."

~*~

You're roaming a back alley when he finally finds you, about a week after you saved Soap's life.

You don't hear him coming, but you can feel his eyes on you long before you see them.

"Thank you," his voice says.

You frown and spin around, looking for him.

He emerges from a doorway, eyes piercing.

"What for?" You question.

He scoffs and steps closer until he's near enough to hand you back the drawing you had tucked into Soap's vest.

"The man you saved. Thank you. He's... a friend."

You smile up at him and nod, taking the picture and tucking it safely into your pocket.

"I know. Friend of Ghost... is friend of Mouse."

His gaze softens and he lifts one hand, gloved fingers stroking over your cheek gently.

You lean into the touch, letting your eyes close for a moment and sighing softly. When you re-open your eyes, it's to gaze up at him longingly.

His own eyes are locked on yours, entranced, and he leans down until your foreheads are almost touching.

You huff out a gentle sigh that he feels dance against his mask, and once again he wishes the damn fabric wasn't there.

His mouth opens to speak, but the crackling of his radio interrupts him.

"Soap to Ghost, how copy?"

An irritated groan falls from his lips and you can't help but giggle, reaching one hand up to trace over his mask as he responds.

You trace the skull pattern, then let your fingers drop lower to the black fabric covering the lower part of his face. You watch as your fingers map out his face, tracing gently over his lips when he finishes speaking.

"I've gotta go, Mouse," he whispers, leaning his lips into your touch.

You frown and shake your head, stepping closer and looping one hand around his tac belt.

You tug him closer and he obeys, stepping forward until he's all but pressed against you.

"You be safe, Ghost," you whisper, tilting your head back to lock your eyes on his.

He chuckles but nods, one big hand finding the small of your back.

"Always am," he murmurs, "I've got my mouse watchin' out for me."

You grin up at him and nod, stroking his cheek gently then sighing and taking a slow step backward, breaking free from his grip.

"Bye-bye, Ghost."

He gives you one last longing look and a nod, before turning and heading back toward base.

[bloomries]

I'm not sure if you write angst or not, but if you do can you write the brothers (separately) and mc get into a big argument like a very heated one and the brothers says something like "im so fucking tired of you blah blah blah the next time i see you better be at your funeral" and then like a few hours later mc either dies or is like almost dead but survives you can pick 🫶🏿🫶🏿 FEEL FREE TO MODIFY(?) MY REQUEST AT ALL !! you don't have to write all of the brothers

regretting his words.

includes : lucifer, mammon, satan, and belphegor.

summary : getting into a fight with ___, him basically telling you he wishes you were dead, but he'll soon find himself regretting those words when you get fatally injured.

warnings : gn! reader. heavy angst. serious & intense arguments. death (reader dies/nearly dies).

note : thank you for the request! i totally didn't cry i did! i don't write angst often, so i'm not sure how good it is but i hope that it suffices! please enjoy!

LUCIFER

You were just happily chatting away, telling Lucifer about your day when he slammed his hands on his desk, standing up abruptly as he glares at you with those terrifying red eyes. "Stop. Speaking." His voice echoes off the walls.

"W- What-"

"I said, stop speaking. Fuck, all you do is talk. I can't wait for the day you finally cease that incessant yapping!" You're too stunned to say anything else, faltering between wanting to cry and to yell, instead Lucifer continues. "Leave, now! And don't come back unless you decide you can be quiet." He points to the door, and you scamper off without a word.

If he had known that would be the last time he got to hear about your day, he would've bit his tongue and set his pen down to listen. However, he stands beside your lifeless body, staring at it with a bitter taste in his mouth. Was this... his fault?

If he hadn't shouted for you to leave, then you wouldn't have left the house, and wouldn't have been attacked by a drunk demon. "H... How- How do we get them back-" He lifts his head to look up at Diavolo, who hesitates.

Oh.

There was no getting you back. "No... W- We brought them back before, we can do it again. Do it again!" He demanded, although when he realized how loud his voice got, he faltered. Yelling, again. Why was he always yelling? He can't remember...

Diavolo leaves, to give Lucifer some time to process and time to say what goodbyes he needs to. The moment the door closes, Lucifer drops to his knees, holding back tears as he lightly holds your hand. "I- I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Tell me, please. Tell me about your day, I want to hear it. Please." Despite the desperation in his hoarse voice, no words are given back to him, and he realizes he'll have to come to terms with the fact he'll never hear your voice again.

MAMMON

"Get off of me," Mammon shoves you away, sneering at your pleading expression. "If ya don't wanna support me then just go." You knew it would be a hard task, to get the demon of greed to stop gambling, but you had tried relentlessly either way.

"Mammon, I just think-"

"Here we go again, I don't wanna hear your naggin' again, 'kay?" You rush to grab hold of his arm, holding him back from leaving.

"Please, just stay in and-"

"Fuck, can you get off? I'm so fuckin' tired of this shit," His eyes glowed as he glared down at you, anger coursing through his veins, "I don't wanna see ya again, not less it's at your funeral, got it? Now just leave me be," He finally shook you off and left, slamming the door and leaving you in darkness.

Darkness that Mammon would soon return to, only the apartment he left you at was set ablaze. His heart was hammering in his chest as he rushed past the crowd, swerving through the fire despite the cries from the crowd for him to stop.

Pushing open the door, his heart hammered in his chest as he seen you, on the ground. He couldn't care about the smoke, even as he hacks his lungs out, as he checks your vitals desperately.

You were still alive, although barely. As he picks you up, a paper falls out of your hand. He picks it up and his world stops moving.

'Next time we'll kill them. Pay your debts.' He knew exactly who it was from, those damned witches. Cursing under his breath, he carries you out of the burning building, and on the ride to the hospital, he's blubbering apology after apology, begging for your forgiveness, even though you've yet to wake.

SATAN

"You can't do anything right, can you?" Satan hisses out, snatching the book in your hand away from you. You thought you'd try and be helpful, to organize his books for him since it had gotten so messy, but instead you were met with his fury. "Damn it, you messed everything up!" He groans at the sight of his books being put back in their place. He had a system! And you ruined it.

"I have to reorganize all of this now!" He swiped all the books you had put on the shelf off, them all clattering to the ground with heavy thuds. You slowly backed yourself towards the door. "The only thing you knew how to do right was die." The memory of dying by his brothers hand was painful, but nearly as painful as his words.

You choke on a sob, tears spilling down your cheeks. "I- I'm sorry," You whimper out, before leaving. It takes Satan a few hours to calm down, and once he does, he feels incredibly guilty. He should apologize, he decides, embarrassed as he opens the door- only to be met with a frantic household.

"Satan! There you are! What the hell!" Mammon is the first to notice Satan and his confusion.

"What's going on?" Satan asks, peering down the hall. "Where is [Y/n]?" Mammon falters, awkwardly shifting in place.

"No one told you...?" Satan gave him a look that read 'told-me-what?' and Mammon frowns, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"They got into an accident. We're all heading to the hospital but..." Satan's heart sinks at the grim look Mammon holds. "It doesn't sound good, s- so hurry!"

An accident? You got into an accident? He doesn't bother to wait for his brothers, rushing to where you're being held, and when he gets to you... Your body is bruised and battered, and your vitals are weak but at the very least stable.

"No... Please, no..." He takes your hand in his, "Y- You have to wake up, okay? So I can apologize properly, so you can hate him. I need you to wake up and hate me, okay? Curse me, hex me, I don't care just wake up..." He holds back the bile crawling up his throat. "Don't die, I can't... I didn't mean it. I can't lose you, so please... Don't die."

BELPHEGOR

"Damn it, when you came back I should've just killed you again." He grumbled, swatting your hand away. He rolls over in his bed, his back facing you. "Stupid humans, good for nothin'..." Belphegor grumbles, closing his eyes. He just wants to sleep now.

"You're so mean..." You hold back tears, going to leave. "I'm not gonna bother to ask you if you wanna join ever again!" You huff, and he rolls his eyes, snuggling further into his bed.

"Don' care, never talk to me again for all I care." With that, you left (promptly slamming the door) and he fell asleep without a care.

And it's not until he's being shaken that he wakes again. "Damn it, wake up, Belphie..."

"Ugh, I thought you said you weren't gonna talk to me anymore," He groans, slapping at the hand shaking him. Except, as he wakes up some more, he realizes it's not your voice but Asmodeus. "Huh? Oh, I thought you were..." Belphie's words die in his throat at the tear-snot drenched face Asmodeus had. "What-"

"You idiot!" Asmodeus shrieks, "Do you even know what's going on? Of course you don't!" Belphie rolls his eyes, thinking Asmo is being dramatic again.

"I don't have time for this-"

"They died." Belphegor freezes, his blood running cold. "They died, and it's all your fault! If you had just joined us, then that dumbass demon would've been too scared to approach 'em, and wouldn't have hurt 'em!" Wait hold on... You died? No, this had to be some dumb prank, right? Right!?

"Asmo, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Come downstairs and see for yourself!" Belphie follows apprehensively, and sure enough, there you lay, in your bed as if you were asleep, but you weren't. He couldn't hear your heart, that heartbeat that always lulled him into his most peaceful slumbers.

"No, not again..." His hands were shaking as he approached you, "How could I... I did... this?" He looks at his brothers, who shamefully turn away from his gaze. "No, I... I was just sleeping... I..." Tears spill down his cheeks. Curses and shouts erupt from him as he flips your desk, throwing memorabilia, and the such- energy his brothers haven't seen from him in quite some time. It was going to be a while before he accepted your death, once again dying because of him— And this time, there was no reset option.

[bellewintersroe]

I DO HAVE A BOB REQ👀 it's heavy angst mixed with a comforting ending, but how would they react (whenever u want but in my faves are Liebgott and Roe) to them thinking their s/o (nurse maybe?) somehow died while saving someone or similar, but actually she managed to escape and run and she reconnects with the battalion a few days later? all battered and bruised but still alive EVEN BETTER IF SHE TAKES TO SAFETY THE PERSON SHE WAS HELPING because imagining them seeing their girl that they thought was dead coming back quite literally from hell alive is AGH💘

I LOVEEEE THIS!!! Thank you Anon I’m excited to write this <3 <3

Warning: mentions of death, grief, war, wounds, etc.

Easy Boys x EasyNurse! Reader - How They React To You Going MIA.

Gene Roe:

- Gene knew (thinks) you were in the church as soon as he watched the bomb explode.

- He kinda freezes and he literally feels his insides running cold and a sickness go through him.

- Can’t be real, I can’t express the level of trauma, pure horror and devastation he feels in that moment. It doesn’t end, the whole time he fully thinks you’re gone. It doesn’t help that the rest of the company are questioning him and going through their own grief for your loss.

- He wants to escape it as much as possible but he knows he can’t. He feels like a statue, completely glued to his foxhole, he runs on autopilot and Winters is about to send him off the line.

- I feel like Gene would have a pretty bad breakdown (understandable) when he’s by himself so he’s not showing the full affects of what he believes is your loss.

- doesn’t help he has absolutely NO answers. He plays the moment over and over again, torturing himself by picturing your last moments, imagining himself being just an hour earlier and getting you out of that church.

- Gene even wished he was with you when that damn bomb went off.

- 3 days pass and Gene’s sat in his foxhole, alone, staring at the enemy line. He’s near enough given up, no gloves, no blanket, he can’t eat, cant sleep.

- “Doc, Captain Winters needs you, pronto.”

- He literally feels like a zombie walking to where he’s needed. All he can think of is you, it’s painful, he can literally feel his chest yearning and breaking and his grief is too much.

- “Yeah we found her running around with the I-company boys, got a little lost, didn’t ya’ nurse?” A man’s words cause Gene’s ears to prick. He can’t see anything but a taller man facing Winters and Nixon with a smaller figure, blanket huddled over- you.

- Ugh- feels like his hearts about to explode. Literally freezes and thinks he’s going to be sick. His heart accelerates and when he hears your voice he quite literally feels faint. 

- “got caught up with a patient there!” You turn around, sending a presence and both of you feel the intense hit of shock to be confronted with one another again. “Excuse me a minute…”

- All of a sudden you’re limping towards Gene. Your forehead is covered with 2 butterfly plasters and you have a nasty bruise under your right eye. Gene thinks he’s seen a ghost.

- Probably hesitates for a moment before you pull him aside, away from where the other men can see. “Gene.” You’d soothe and he’d let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

- Crashes into you. Literally grips you so tightly, he feels like he can’t breathe, his eyes are teary and it’s not until you let out a small yelp that he pulls back.

- “It’s okay, it’s fine Gene, it’s just a bruise.” Hearing your voice sends him into a spiral and he’s even more careful now to pull you close.

- Holds a hand to the back of your head, practically cradles you with wide eyes.

- “I thought- I thought you was dead.” He admitted.

- “No, I got caught up with a patient. After the church got bombed I managed to pull a patient out, Billy from I company- got lost on their lines for a few days, they took me in.”

- Soon enough he’s stammering with quivering hands, checking over you, asking if you’re okay. Winters had called a medic after all.

- Can’t stop looking at you, questioning if it’s all a dream, you’d catch him pinching himself. “Don’t do that Gene, I’m right here.” With a small hand on his cheek he can breathe again.

- Holds your hands tightly, the most affection he can show you in front of all the superiors. He’s still extremely tense, in shock from the close call, but he promises to keep an extra close eye on you, and he keeps that promise.

- Kisses your cuts and bruises when nobody’s looking, probably runs his hand over his face in surprise quite a few times, but honestly he’s sooo fucking relieved, like he actually cried when he saw you.

- “I love you so much, ya can’t do that to me again, evuh’.” With his little accent and a serious tone, ugh he’s a sweetie pie.

Joseph Liebgott:

- It happens in Eindhoven out of all the places.

- One minute you’re both celebrating together, with the rest of the company and the whole town and the next you’re not stationed with the rest of the nurses?

- The town gets bombed and barraged by the Germans that evening and he’s watching in pure horror. Recounts of nurses being KIA during the bombing spread real fast, and he refuses to believe what Battalion HQ are telling him.

- He’s shaking his head real fucking fast, denying and denying to all of them and himself.

- Throws a fucking riot- until he has to practically run off to be alone, wrenching and shaking at the idea that have could’ve happened to you.

- His anger and violence stems out of control, Winters removes him off the line real fucking fast, like he becomes a runner or something just for a break.

- Fraternisation is banned under all conditions, but relationships and affairs still take place, even the most superior of officers know that. So sometimes eyes are averted and now is one of those times that people choose to do that and help Liebgott through his grief.

- But 2 days have passed and it’s so raw, everybody’s in shock and disbelief at your lack of presence, for Joe he’s bottling up a painfully bitter feeling and he’s ready to explode.

- He never thought it would happen to you, you’re a nurse for Christ sake! Genuinely has to pause sometimes to just stop- like he can’t take it. Becomes so close to being sent to the aid station until one today he’s attempting to run a letter back to Battallion HQ when he see’s the back of a young woman wrapped in a blazer, overalls looking very familiar to your own.

- His heart genuinely gets shooting pains and he has to swallow the urge to cry as he watches this woman who painfully resembles you. Her khaki headscarf is bloody and he watches as another officer (he assumed from Dog) guides you inside the building.

- In fact he’s about to look away, until this girls head tilt to the side. He only catches a brief glimpse of her profile, Joe has to squint real hard when he feels his stomach drop.

- His mind has to be playing tricks on him so he turns away as the nurse rushes to aid a man on a stretcher.

- Slams the jeep door, literally kicks a dint into it as he storms his way through town. He just wants to deliver these fucking letters as fast as possible.

- “No, no, he’s German. He helped me out of Eindhoven, you must take care of him!”

- Joe’s head snaps just as he’s shoving the letters into some poor guys arms. He freezes, head lifting at the sound of your voice.

- “What the fuck?” He mutters, stepping a little closer. His breathing and heart speeds when he hears your voice again.

- “Sister. Make sure he gets to the infirmary, please… thank you.”

- He’d recognise that voice from anywhere.

- Literally feels like he’s choking when he stomps over, lost for words and breath and grabs hold of your arm.

- With a gasp, you stand there, bloody and bruised and protecting some Kraut soldier.

- You’re about to protest again until you come face to face with Joe, and suddenly your voice gets hitched in your throat, a loud gasp escaping your lips.

- “Joe!” It’s you that jumps into hug him first.

- Joe grips you tightly, “what the hell are you- what the hell are you doin’ here? Baby- y/n, I thought you were dead.”

- He has to pull back and hold your face to take a look at you and make sure it’s actually you.

- You can feel him shaking, and suddenly your attention is just on Joe and Joe only. He’s practically smothering you, not sure where to put his hands as he lets out a shaky breath.

- “Holy fuck I thought I lost you. They said you were gone. I knew you wouldn’t, I knew you wouldn’t leave me.” He gets super emotional so you two have to take a break somewhere real quick.

- By that I mean in the aid station where you’re supposed to be being patched up but Joe does that for the medic.

- “God dammit you are so stupid, you idiot, I thought I lost you.”

- “The German officer saved me Joe, he pulled me outta the rubble.”

- “he what?! Did he touch you, are you ok?”

- “He’s a nice man, Joe. I wouldn’t be here without him. He’s hurt so I got a little lost taking him back to the infirmary.”

- “nice guy? Baby d’ya got a concussion?”

- you scold him a little and soon he’s back to stroking your face and pulling you onto his lap, taking in as much as you as he possibly can.

- “Never leave me baby. Never leave me like that again.”

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 8: how sweet...

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) -FLUFF-

Alastors POV:

Ever since that day, the day I came to terms with the fact that I am indeed infatuated with y/n its driving me crazy. why couldn't she just push me away, why didn't she deny my feelings, I feel weak...

your POV:

well last night was quite the shit show. I almost got raped, angel might pay for it later, and Alastor just confessed he loves me. what do I even do with myself, god my head hurts what was in those drinks. with a groan I get up heading to the bathroom to freshen up, it was a Saturday and I was feeling lazy so tank top and shorts it is. after changing I take a moment to look at myself, for a demon I look so....pathetic?, I really gotta learn how to defend myself, maybe ill ask vaggie later.

walking to the lobby I see Alastor on the arm chair with a book, husk at the bar, and angel flipping through channels on the TV. Alastor spots me and I stiffen, my face heating up remembering what happened last night, "good morning my dear" "oh uhh good morning, what are you guys doing?" I plop on the couch beside angel "ehh its my day off and my fucken head hurts" I roll my eyes "what happened to gotta start off strong" angel shoots me a scowl "I'm not one for weak alcohol like you~" "sounds like a you problem" "oh you little-" "ehem" looking at alastor he shoots angel a warning look, I try to hold in a laugh maybe having creepy deer man at my side isn't to bad "anyways I was going to go out for a walk to visit a dear friend of mine and would like for you to attend if you would like" "well I wasn't planning on doing anything today so why not" "wonderful dear tell me when your ready to go and we shall be off" as alastor leaves I avert my gaze back to angel as he throws me a suspicious look "what?" "what are ya giving smiles under the table or somethin, he never invites people out" with a flustered face I yell "angel!!!!" "what!? just sayin no need to get your panties in a bunch~" "whatever..." angel cackles as I walk away heading back to my room to get dressed. once again tearing up my closet I settle on a white sweetheart neckline puffy sleeved dress, brushing my hair and ears I hear a knock on the door, opening its alastor "hello my dear are you ready to go?" "yes!" "wonderful" heading to the hotel doors I turn back to angel who smirks doing a jerking off motion, I just flip him off I we both leave.

walking the streets of hell once again I notice that demon stray away from us, leaving the sidewalk free of any sinners blocking the path, damn just how scared were these people of Alastor, noticing him staring down at me "whats the matter?" "nothing cher you just look nice today" oh that's a new nick name "thank you but, were are we going?" "well none other then one of my favorite places in all of hell!" with a curious look I see a sign that says cannibal town written on it "cannibal town? Al am I going to get eaten" I joke seeing the people all around before watching a man get mangled and eaten, wait a damn minute- "I assure you cher nobody will eat you with me here" lovely.... "o-ok" I say trying to ignore the fact somebody literally got eaten alive in front of me, aside from that the town looked nice, don't get me wrong the people are terrifying but this is the most well managed place if seen thus far, its mostly just chaos down here. "there's somebody I would like you to meet, I'm sure she will love you~" walking into a place called Rosie's Emporium, it had nice dresses and is that- body parts!!?, suddenly a tall pale woman wearing a long dress and a large hat with feathers comes pushing past the crowed "alastor? alastor!!!, were have you been iv missed you" "hello Rosie, good to see you doing well" as she grabs him and hugs him she looks to me as I awkwardly wave "Alastor whos this lovely lady, introduce me will ya" "ah yes y/n dear this is Rosie one of the most darling and dangerous overlords this side of the pentagram!" "oh no need for such flattery~" "Rosie this is y/n a resident at charlies hotel" "oh hello, its nice to meet you" "my my she's a cutie!" "Rosie you don't mind if she picks though some of your lovely dresses" "oh of course, any friend of alastors is a friend of mine" "wait what-" "cher why don't you look through these lovely dresses at her shop I'm sure you will find something you like" "I- are you sure?" "yes, me and Rosie will talk for a bit, pick anything you like~" "oh uhm alright!"

Alastors POV:

sitting on one of Rosie's tables she hands me a cup of bitter coffee as we talk "well alastor its not everyday you bring a lady to my place~, who is she?" "we need to hang out less dear" she lets out a little laugh, "she's a shy one, quite a lucky girl aswell, it takes a lot to gain the likes of you" glancing at y/n looking through the dresses "she's quite interesting, and I don't know why..." "well your all googly eyed for her so I presume you love her" unconsciously some static cracks through my voice as I speak "love is a strong word don't you think?" "sounds like your in denial~" "I'm not in denial!, this is just a new form of interest" "I think this is good for you, she seems like bright girl. you guys haven't done anything yet hmm?" I give her a glare before averting my gaze elsewhere sipping my coffee "ohh~?" "nothing serious so don't get your hopes up" nothing serious yet, the truth was that kiss tasted sweet, it stir something in me, and I don't like sweet things. so why do I want more...I need more, I need another taste.

your POV:

looking at the clothing racks of dresses they were all old fashioned, not that it was a bad thing but not my style, I still looked around anyways setting my sights on a nice red and white dress, it had a high neckline with the top half being white and the bottom a deep red color. the sleeves were puffy, taking it off the rack I hang it over my arm "uhh Rosie you don't mind if I try anything on right?" turning her attention from there conversation "of course dear try on anything ya like, the dressing rooms are in the back!" I give her a smile as I hurry on back, looking at the dress I see there was buttons along the sides wear you slip it on, stepping into it I button them on, walking out I look at myself in the mirror, giving it a spin it looked pretty but the waist is a bit tight...seeing alastor in the mirrors reflection I turn "alastor you scared me for a second" "sorry cher I didn't intend to scare you, found something you like?" "I don't know I feel silly..." "nonsense you look wonderful" grabbing my hand he spins me earning a giggle "red is truly your color" "say the one who wears nothing but red" "well then I suppose we match don't we~" "can I have this one?" "of course, why don't you change and ill get it for you" "thank you Al" "anything for you my dear" running off to change I come back out with the dress in hand as we walk back to the front with Rosie "well take this one Rosie" "oh what a lovely choice you made, I'm sure this looked beautiful on you" "how much will that be?" "don't worry about it its on the house!" giving a wide smile she waves it off "thank you so much!" "yes thank you again Rosie" "anything for a friend, after all you've never done me wrong before~" packaging the dress in a nice bag she hands it to me with a card, "if you ever need some dresses don't hesitate to pay me a visit" she said with a wink and I nod with a wide smile.

Alastors POV:

it does my dead heart good to see her smile, to know I caused that smile, oh she had no idea what she's done to me. "y/n dear why don't we walk back to the hotel, wouldn't want to make Charlie worried" "oh yes!" I wave off Rosie finding her much needed advice quite useful "did you enjoy yourself cher?" "most defiantly!, I can see why you like this place" "yes it takes me back to my time were things were much simpler" "I wish I could live in this time, it was...nice" "glad you think so".

back at the hotel we walk in as it was already starting to get late, I walk her back to her room "consider this a date, I would love to take you out more cher" seeing a shade of red on her cheeks makes me feel giddy, taken out of my thought she suddenly gives me a hug, surprised I return her affectionate gesture hearing a small mumble from her "thank you alastor, it means a lot" "anything for you darling, now sleep well, don't let the nightmares' haunt you, that's my job~"

eat eat eat this up please because I pray you love this chapter as much as I didddd!!!! Rosie is my everything!!!! and are we gonna talk about last weekend were I woke up to 99+ NOTIFICATIONS!!!! I love you guys so much I could cry have a wonderful day/night lots of hugs

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[sunshinehaze1]

Savor

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x f!reader

Summary: You and Whiskey are partners both professionally and personally. After a close call on your most recent mission, you take care of Whiskey.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MDNI. established relationship, m!oral, penis pronouns, no use of y/n, a decent amount of "Baby", "Sweetheart", "Darlin" and "Sugar" for a fic with <3k words, allusion to unprotected piv, inappropriate use of company-owned communication devices 😏

a/n: This was written for @joelmillerisapunk PPCU Body Worship Writing Challenge for her follower celebration! 🥳 I was given the prompt of Agent Whiskey and cock worship. Thank you, as always, to @80ssong for beta reading. 😘

word count: 2,324

ao3 | ml

“Agent Whiskey, what’s your status? They’ll be back in less than an hour.”

“It’s almost finished, sweetheart. About another twenty minutes to complete the download.”

You’ve worked as a communications analyst with The Statesman for the last few years. On your first mission, you were assigned to work with Agent Whiskey. Your first impression was that he was cocky and arrogant but dripping with charm and handsome as hell—a devilish grin topped with a well-trimmed mustache, jeans that highlighted both assets, and that black Stetson. You knew you were in trouble. After several missions together, the professional and personal lines began to blur when, at the end of an especially harrowing mission, an evening of drinks to celebrate the success landed you both in Whiskey’s bed. Now, a year later, you both are madly in love. You love spending time together and are so lucky you get to work and play. Even with spending most of your time together, things haven’t gotten stale. You’ve been able to keep the passion in your relationship alive. 

Whiskey chimed in on the comms, “Sugar, whatcha thinkin’ about for dinner tonight?”

You respond with a teasing lilt, “Hmmm, I haven’t thought much about dinner, but I know what I want for dessert.” 

The line went quiet. You know you got to him and patiently await his response, “Baby, everything alright?”

Clearing his throat, “Um, yeah…I’m here, all good. Dare I ask what kind?”

“Oh, ya know, only my favorite kind. One that I like to savor. I start by getting a little taste with my tongue before I take the whole thing in my mouth to enjoy fully.”

You can hear the hitch in Whiskey’s breath. Dirty talk over comms isn’t very professional, even if it isn’t explicitly covered in the employee handbook, but it was just the two of you. So you didn’t see any harm in some playful teasing. It’s not like you cross this line often, but you love to find ways to keep Whiskey on his toes and the spice alive.

“You can’t be talkin’ like that. You’re distractin’ me.”

You chuckle, “Baby, what did you think I was talking about? I was talking about a popsicle.”

He growls, “Who do you think you’re foolin’? I know that dirty mind isn't cravin’ a popsicle.”

You giggle and return to the task at hand, completing this mission and getting your beloved out safely. You’re looking forward to accomplishing your own mission when you get home. Pulling up the video feed, you notice the targets have arrived sooner than anticipated. Pushing the panic aside, hoping it doesn’t register in your voice, “Whiskey, baby, they’re back. We need to get you out of there.”

Whiskey watches the status bar creep along on the screen. It flashes that there are still two minutes left. He feels his pulse quicken when you tell him the targets are approaching the room he’s in, but he’s not too concerned, given his training. Whiskey knows how he’ll get himself out of this. Kingsman don’t go into a mission without meticulously mapping out every scenario with a plan to get out. Mercifully, the download speeds up, and he quickly disconnects the drive, pocketing it.

Watching all this transpire on the screen, your heart rate speeds up, and your temperature rises. The clock is ticking as the targets continue their approach. You watch Whiskey scramble through the room's back door as the doorknob turns on the other door. He runs down the hall and out of the building, jumping into his Bronco. Pulse racing and sweat dripping down his temple, he’s thankful he made it out. Once he’s finally caught his breath, he opens the comms, “Baby, how you doin'?” 

“I think I should be asking you that! But I’m good; I’m glad you're safe. How are you?”

Whiskey sighs, “Sugar, I’m relieved; that was close, but I got what we needed.” 

“A little too close. Now get your sexy ass back to headquarters and take me home!” 

“Yes, ma’am!”

Whiskey pulls up to headquarters, surprised to see you waiting outside for him. He greets you with a tip of his Stetson and that delicious smile, “What’s a sweet girl like you doin’ outside? I was going to come inside to get you.” 

You slide into the passenger seat with a smirk, leaning over to give him a smoldering kiss. “I couldn’t wait any longer. Let’s get outta here!”

You love riding in Whiskey’s Bronco, especially on cool nights like this. The wind whipping through your hair, Hank Williams crooning, twinkling stars in the clear night sky, and your man beside you. You don’t take moments like this for granted, and it's even more meaningful after such a close call. Whiskey is humming along to the music, and you gaze at him adoringly. You scooch along the bench seat to get closer and feel his warmth. His arm, perched over the back of the seat, wraps around your shoulders, tugging you into him. You let out a contented sigh, basking in the sense of safety and love you feel for this beautiful man. 

With Whiskey’s attention back on the road, you move your hand to his thigh. A smile spreads across his face. You both are so attuned to each other that you don’t need to look at him to know his reaction. The feel of the stiff denim, while your hand moves slowly up his leg, sends goosebumps up your arm. Your fingertips lightly brush over the sturdy material, and you feel his cock grow as you tease him. He lets out a soft groan, which encourages you to keep going. Looking out at your surroundings, you know you’re not far from home, but you plan to take advantage of every minute. His jeans are growing tighter as you tantalize him by rubbing your hand over his bulge. Your mouth watering in anticipation of what’s ahead, you breathed, “Baby, I can’t wait to taste you.”

God damnit, your teasing will kill him—and you, if he’s not careful. He needs to stay focused. Through gritted teeth, he steels himself, eyes on the road. Pressing down on the gas pedal, he finds the right speed between his intense need to get you home and getting a ticket. He needs to get out of this car before he loses his mind. 

Finally, he pulls into the driveway, thankful to have made it home in one piece. He’s been on a hair trigger, and one more minute in the Bronco with your teasing would have sent him over the edge. Whiskey quickly exits the truck and runs around the front to open your door. You kiss him on the cheek when you step out. With a wink, you coo, “Such a gentleman. You better not be so gentlemanly when we get inside.”

Whiskey rolls his head back with a groan. “Sweet girl, if you know what’s good for ya, you better get that sweet ass inside right now.”

“Yes, sir,” you tease.

God damn, this woman is perfect. How did he get so lucky?

You hurry inside, Whiskey close on your heels. Your laughter is infectious as he begins to grab at you and whips you around to face him. He leans in for a searing kiss, and warmth spreads through your body as you feel his bulge pressed against you. You need this man; you want to worship him and show him how much you love him. Locked in a passionate kiss, he moans when you back him further into your shared home and lead him to the couch. Whiskey gets lost in your seductive eyes as you release yourself from the kiss and kneel in front of him. You run your hands over his bulge, holding his intense gaze as you unbuckle his engraved mini flask belt buckle. After whipping the belt out of the loops, you eagerly unzip his jeans and start to peel the obstructive material from his body. He quickly flips off his boots, and you pull his jeans down his legs and off. 

Eyes blown wide with lust, you take in the sight of the outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. As many times as you and Whiskey have fucked and made love, you have never gotten used to how big his cock is. You nuzzle your face into him through his boxers, running your nose and lips across his bulge, inhaling his musky scent and feeling the wetness of his precum through the fabric. He sighs, and you look up through lidded eyes, “Is this all for me?”

He grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger to get a better look at you, “Sweetheart…unngh—goddamnit…it’s all for you.”

Your hands travel up his thick, firm thighs. When they approach the waistband of his boxers, you slip your fingers inside, eager to unwrap your present. His hard cock bounces out against his stomach as you pull them down. You start to drool when you see his uncut length, a Pavlovian response. The tip glistens with his precum, and you sigh with adoration.  

“Baby, he’s so beautiful and perfect,” sealing your compliment with a kiss on the tip. 

You lean back and lick your lips to savor the taste of his precum. Even though you are ready to devour him, you want to take your time to focus on his pleasure. You wrap your hand around his length, admiring how hard it is, and delight in the knowledge that it is all because of you. The veins of his shaft create a beautiful landscape traveling underneath his soft and silky skin. You take his length and rub it across your lips and then your cheeks, moaning at the feel of him over your skin. A groan emanates from Whiskey’s lips as he watches you with rapt lust. He is eager to get inside your warm, wet mouth, but he wills himself to be patient. In the end, he knows it will be worth the wait. 

As if you sensed his impatience, you begin to reward him by peppering him with soft, wet kisses. Slowly, up and down his shaft. Careful not to miss an inch; you cover his length with your wet lips. In between each kiss, you lather him with praise. He’s being so good for you, so patient. You tell him how perfect his dick is. How much you love it, the feel of it, the taste of it. Whimpering your name, Whiskey runs his thumb along your cheek, lust glistening in his soft, brown eyes. Unable to hold off much longer, you begin licking his cock at an agonizingly slow pace. Teasing with kitten licks at the tip, leading to slow, long, broad strokes with your flattened tongue from base to tip and back again. He feels your hot breath on his balls when you reach the base of his shaft with your tongue. He practically begs you to move your attention there. You gently cradle his balls in your hand as your tongue continues its journey along his cock. You sit back on your heels and look up at your man, “Tell me this dick is mine. He’s all mine, isn’t he, baby?”

“Oh…f-f-fuck, me. Yes! Baby, he’s all yours. Do whatever you want with him.”

Your desire to take him fully has reached a fever pitch, overtaking your will to draw this out as long as possible. You begin to slide his tip in between your lips, and he lets out a breathy moan, finally feeling some relief. As you slowly take his length, inch by agonizing inch, you hum sweetly, sending shivers up his spine. He watches you take his entire length when your nose bumps into the coarse hairs below his belly button. Breathing through your nose, you hold your mouth still for as long as possible. Enjoying how full you feel. After a few moments, you pull off his length, sputtering as you try to catch your breath. 

He takes the back of your head into his hands and coos, “Darlin, you look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock.”

You feel a gush of slick wetness in your already soaked panties. Sucking Whiskey’s dick has always turned you on, drawing your pleasure from his own. Eager to have him back in your mouth, you wrap your lips around him again. This time, with vigor, you slide him inside and move up and down his length. Bobbing up and down on his cock as you find your pace. Unable to control himself, his hips thrust into you, causing his tip to hit the back of your throat. He tries to pull back, but you grab his ass and hold him there. You don’t want the feeling of fullness to end. 

“Sweetheart…”, Whiskey trying to form coherent sentences, he mutters, “Baby…fuck, you’re doin’ such a good job suckin’ my dick. My sweet, dirty girl.”

You moan at his words of praise and continue at your relentless pace, only slowing down when you feel your jaw begin to tighten, but you pick back up again. Whiskey is about to explode; he’s begging you to slow down, to stop even. He’s been holding off for as long as possible because he wants to come inside your warm, sweet pussy. You finally oblige his request and pull off of him. Looking up at him with wet puffy lips, blown out, cock drunk eyes, and the sexiest smile he’s ever seen, Whiskey pulls you up to your feet. God, he loves you so much. He devours you with another toe-curling kiss while he removes your clothes and the rest of his. Dinner long forgotten, he lowers himself to the couch and brings you onto his lap. He looks at you with a teasing smirk. 

“Sugar, I need you to sit this pretty pussy on my cock and ride your cowboy until you’re screaming my name!”

Thank you for reading! I'd love to know what you think. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. 🫶🏻

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 6/?

PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

So excited!!

If any of ya have any theories, I would love to hear them!

Sorry if it's short. Still in weekend mode heh.

The line for the snippet is an Adventure Time reference. Guess which character said it.

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Everyone held their breath. Nothing can be heard except for Valentino's angry growls.

After what happened with moth overlord (was he even still an overlord with no souls contracts left? They need to have a meeting about that), none of the remaining overlords spoke up in defiance. They were at least aware that they can't win against the literal King of Hell, more so with the presence of the other Sins and loyal hellborns.

With no more issues, Lucifer dismiss them.

Alastor stands by the door as he grins at the exiting demons. He hums a tune when Vees left.

Alastor: Nature abhors a power vacuum ~

Vox: The fuck did you just say?!

Alastor: Nothing, old friend ~

Rosie says goodbye to Charlie first before giving him a cheek pat as she leaves.

Rosie: Do come by Cannibal Town, my friend. I still have a few angel limbs for a lovely brunch.

Alastor: I wouldn't miss it for the world.

The Radio demon gives a derogatory glance at Valentino and giggles.

Alastor: Though I feel like another one of our speedy overlord meeting is in order.

Rosie laughs and said her final goodbye.

It's only the Sins and the residents left. Lucifer asks Charlie and the others to go up the 2nd floor for a while as he has something to talk about the Sins privately.

Charlie: Okay. But dad.. Are you okay?

Lucifer: Of course, sweetie. Just a bit stressed.

She wasn't satisfied with her dad's answer but she knows she won't be able to get him to admit anything right now.

Charlie joins her friends on the upper floor and hears Angel wolf whistle. He's leaning at the railings and looking down at hell's 7 deadly Sins.

Angel: I know I just saw them down there being the big and the bad, but damn.

Husk: Honestly thought someone was about to get killed today.

Cherri: Eh, I think what happened was worse. For that moth dickhead anyway. Congrats on your freedom Angy! How does it feel?

Angel: Like a million bucks! I still can't believe that happened. I'm free. I'm gonna give short king something later as thanks.

He turns to Charlie.

Angel: You too, Charlie.

Charlie: I didn't do anything.

Angel: I know I never said this before but thank you for believing in me- for still believing in me and this whole redemption shit.

Charlie's about to cry and moves to give Angel a big hug.

The others give the pair a soft look. As the slight crying fest was happening, Alastor moves closer to the balcony with Vaggie to observe.

Vaggie: Can't hear them. Can't even read their lips.

Alastor: His Majesty's work most likely. Or did you think they would let us watch with no precaution?

Vaggie gives him an irritated look but says nothing.

Alastor keeps his sight on Lucifer. The aquatic demon, which he guesses is the Sin of Envy, is touching Lucifer too much for his liking. He tilts his head in response when the king looks up at him suddenly. Lucifer holds his gaze for a bit before shifting slightly.

Alastor turns to see Charlie move beside him looking at her father. His ear twitches.

This is troublesome.

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Lucifer put his shirt back on as he casts a barrier on the first floor.

Bee: Man, I haven't seen that side of you in years. Hell, I haven't even seen any side of you in years. I was beginning to think you died.

Satan: She's right. You usually at least sent a text once a year or so. And then when you decided to finally show up, you're basically being eaten alive by Roo's remnants! We-

The Sin of Wrath stops and takes deep breaths. No point in getting angry right now.

Mammon: Yeah, mate. Kinda miss the yearly lawsuits you give me business.

Asmodeus: You mean the discount Pride Ring you're tryna do?

Mammon: Fuck ya! Don't think I forgot ya stealing ma star employee!

Asmodeus: Cry me a river, Mam.

Belphegor: Children, please.

Mammon: Don't even start, Belphy. You still haven't explained why ya didn't tell us any of this shit.

Belphegor: What happens in Sloth is my responsibility.

Mammon: Well congrats! It's blowing up in our faces.

While the others were arguing back and forth, Leviathan moves to face Lucifer and put a hand on his.

Leviathan: Luci, I know you're not okay. You gonna tell me what's up with you?

Lucifer: It doesn't matter.

Leviathan: Of course it matters, Luci.

Lucifer: Not now, Levi.

Leviathan: Tsk. Alright then. But we will talk, especially about the look that red demon is giving me.

Lucifer looks up and makes eye contact with Alastor. The deer demon is wearing an expression he can't quite name but then his gaze shifts a bit to the left.

Charlie.

Oh, his lovely daughter. He still can't get what she said earlier out of his head. He knows she'll say she didn't mean it, but if it came out just like that, there has to be a bit of truth deep inside.

Was Charlie right? Would Lilith's presence instead of his really be that much better? Would this whole thing with Roo not even happen in that other timeline?

Lucifer doesn't know. What he knows is that he'll do everything in his power to keep his daughter and hell safe.

He clears his throat to stop the bickering.

Lucifer: Anything related to Roo is not to be undermined. In the meantime, Belphegor will keep a close eye on the anomaly. Bel, please coordinate with the Ars Goetia regarding evacuation of the nearby settlements.

Belphegor: Of course. Already on it.

Asmodeus: Lust will prepare evacuation sites as well.

Lucifer: Thank you. I'd like the other rings to have a few as well.

Satan: How about the ritual?

Lucifer: I would like to start as soon as possible but.. We're strong but we need ancient powers.

Satan: Wait. You don't mean her, do you? Can we even find her?

Lucifer: I'm the one who will be looking for her. She's probably up on Earth. It might take me a while but 'til then, I'll be temporarily handing over the duties of Pride to Charlie in my absence/

Bee: What?! Is she even ready?

Lucifer: You have your own rings to manage. And none of you are familiar with her. She might be the embodiment of good but she's still evil's sister.

Leviathan: And your wound?

Lucifer: I would advise that no one comes in contact with the anomaly. The only thing keeping it at bay in my body is my angelic blood. If I wasn't an angel, I would be dead.

The room just got colder with Lucifer's admission as Belphegor taps aggressively on her tablet.

Lucifer: Be careful all of you.

And with that, the meeting is done.

Lucifer debates talking to his daughter but overall decided to go back to his tower for the time being.

Alastor never took his eyes off the king and disappears in the shadows.

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What to look forward for in Part 7:

Lucifer: I'm so tired, Alastor. I think I have been for a long time.

[jeridandridge]

The Guy

You meet Melissa in a bakery and hit it off right away. This idea is based off of the bakery Pane Pasta in New York.

It’s a gorgeous day when you head into work. Unlocking the bakery you flick on the lights and get everything ready in the back getting started on the pastries and treats for the day. You’d inherited the Sicilian style bakery from your uncle when he passed, so now you run the place keeping the legacy alive.

After a couple hours you turn on the open sign and begin to bring all the fresh food out to the displays. Your head is in one of the coolers getting the Italian ice ready when you hear the door chime.

“Good morning, what can I get for ya?” You ask, coming up and your jaw almost dropping at the gorgeous red head over the counter.

“Where’s Eduardo?” She asks almost as if you’re an imposter and not supposed to be there.

“My uncle passed away two weeks ago.” You explain gently. Ever since you took over you’d been explaining to his regulars at least once every single day.

The red head brings her hand to her chest in shock. “I’m sorry, hon. He was a great man. I’ve been coming in here once a month for years.”

“Thank you, I’m y/n, the new owner. it’s very nice to meet you.” You smile reaching out to shake the woman’s hand.

“Melissa,” she nods shaking your hand.

That was almost a year ago, and in that time Melissa’s kept your relationship quiet having only told Barb and her family. As far as the other teachers at Abbott you were her “guy” for everything delicious.

As Barbara’s birthday comes around, Janine goes into full planner mode planning a small party at the school.

“And all we need is a cake!” The hyper teacher beams.

Melissa lifts her phone up sending you a sweet text seeing if you had time tomorrow to bring a delivery. “I got a guy for that.”

The next day you meet Melissa outside the school at lunch with the box in hand.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She smiles taking the box from you, staying very close to you.

“Can I have a kiss to hold me over until later or will your cover be blown?” You tease.

Melissa rolls her eyes and leans in meeting your lips in a soft kiss.

“This is the guy?!” A voice yells from behind, forcing Melissa to turn around.

“Janine! The hell are you doing out here?”

“I was gonna get the balloons from my car! Why didnt you tell us you were in a relationship?!” She smiles walking over to you both.

“‘Cause you’re a loud mouth,kid.” She grumbles.

You smile gently patting her hip.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Janine. I have to get back to the shop, baby. I’ll see you at home.” You grin giving her a kiss on the cheek before you get back into your car.

Janine stands there with a ridiculously giddy smile as Melissa walks past her taking the cake back inside.

“Not a word, kid.”

[anyasathenaeum]

If you are still taking requests! If not please feel free to ignore! Vash x reader. The reader can usually get themselves out of trouble but a rare moment they are a damsel in distress and need help.

A/N: Oooo I like this idea! I made this one a drabble so there's a biiit more context! Thanks for the request, Anon!

Warnings: Swearing, slight violence, Vash being a badass

"Well, shit."

You'd tried handling a situation involving a handful of bandits who were terrorizing a town of innocent people. And while usually, you were more than capable in handling this sort of situation yourself, what you hadn't anticipated was the ability of the bandits to ambush you.

As a result, you were stuck with your arms tied behind your back and strung upside down by your ankles, much as Vash had been the time you found him alongside Meryl and Roberto just outside of Jenorah Rock. You could feel your blood rushing to your head, and you found it hard to breathe as you hung upside down, dangling like bait in the middle of the town square, just waiting for Vash to come save you.

"I wonder how long it'll take before the infamous Humanoid Typhoon shows up to save ya!"

You heard one of the bandits taunting you, but you couldn't even find the words to answer them. If anything, you were too angry at yourself for getting caught to worry about how you would answer the bandit.

Usually, you were untouchable. Nobody stood a chance against you. You had trained and fought tons, honing your skills so that you were a lethal fighter, not one to be crossed or challenged. You hated having to rely on others to protect you, and that dislike remained even after you'd become self-sufficient. You enjoyed other's company, especially that of Vash, but you hated the thought of being a burden on anybody. And Vash...

'I'm sorry, Vash,' you thought to yourself, your anger surging at yourself for having to put him in a position where he had to rescue you, 'I'm really sorry.'

Vash was your best friend, and your longtime travelling companion, and the two of you had managed to get yourselves out of many a situation by working as a team. Then, later on, Meryl, Roberto and Wolfwood had joined you, and while you all got along, you and Vash had a much deeper bond with each other than with anybody else. You trusted Vash with your life, just as he trusted you with his, but even then, you hated putting Vash in danger because of your own stupidity.

"Look alive! Humanoid Typhoon at 12 o'clock!"

You heard the shout of alarm from one of the bandits, and though you were upside down, you could see the figure standing at the entrance of the town square, the familiar red coat blowing in the wind.

"Vash!"

You let out as loud a cry as you could with the small amount of air you could muster in your lungs from hanging upside down. However, the moment you let out the cry, you felt a large hand grab your hair and tug your head back before you felt something wrapped over your mouth, effectively silencing you. You let out a muffled cry of complaint and pain as this happened, and you could hear Vash's voice, surprisingly harsh and loud.

"Get your hands off them!"

You wished you cry out to him again, but you couldn't, instead fighting the looming darkness creeping in across your vision. You knew that were you upside down much longer, you'd lose consciousness, and should you fail to get right-side-up, you would eventually die.

Vash must've known that, too, because you could hear him calling out to you.

"Hang on, (Y/N)! I'm coming!"

You weren't able to call back, but you felt your worries ebb a little at Vash's words. You watched as Vash weaved through the bandits, effectively using his gun to inflict blunt force rather than to shoot, taking down bandit after bandit in his attempt to get to you. You could hear the exclamations of fear and surprise of the bandits as Vash took them down, unable to be stopped as he fought to free you.

Your vision was beginning to blur, the darkness creeping in further. You knew that you were mere moments from passing out. As your eyes rolled up into the back of your head, you just heard a cry of your name.

"(Y/N)!"

You didn't know how long you were unconscious for, but given that when you woke, you still had rope around your legs, you hadn't been let out for long.

"(Y/N)! Oh, (Y/N), there you are! Come on back, there you go!"

You recognized Vash's voice as you blinked, trying to make sense of your surroundings as everything came back to you. You were laying on the ground, being held by Vash, who was looking down at you with a soft smile, his big blue eyes showing relief behind his circular glasses.

"Oh, thank goodness, you're alright," Vash sighed, pulling you into a hug.

"Thank you for rescuing me, Vash," You mumbled into Vash's shirt as he hugged you, with you returning the hug, "I'm sorry you had to come save me."

"What are you apologizing for?" Vash asked, looking at you with a confused expression, "I'm just glad I could be there for you!"

"Yeah, well..." You mumbled, pulling away from the hug and beginning to untie your legs, "I'm just sorry I was stupid enough to get caught. Then you wouldn't have had to come rescue me."

You heard Vash laugh, and when you turned to give him an unimpressed look, he just laughed harder.

"I'll gladly rescue you, (Y/N), as many times as needed. I'd rescue you every day if I had to, and I'd do it with a smile because..."

Vash's voice trailed off, and a beautiful blush spread across his face as his voice dropped to a quiet whisper.

"Because it's you."

Maybe you should let yourself get caught more often.

Taglist: @mossygalaxy, @ryuukami4, @spacioussoul, @iceoblivious

[onegianthotmess]

“WAIT, I CAN’T SWIM!!!”

Floyd: Hey, Shrimpy! You won’t catch fish if you’re so close to the shore! You gotta get in here!

Amelia: *in thigh deep water* Nope! No-No thanks! I-I’ll settle for trying over here! There’s a few fish!

Floyd: *goes over to Amelia* There’s nothin’ good over here, though! You gotta get deeper for the good ones, you know?

Grim: Yeah! Get over here and help me get this big one, Amelia!

Amelia: I said I’m good! I’ll eat the small ones, so don’t-

Amelia: Floyd, why are you getting so close to me?

Floyd: *picks up Amelia* I’m gonna take matters into my own hands, Shrimpy! Hope you like flying!

Amelia: WAIT! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! FLOYD LEECH, PUT ME THE HELL DOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!

Floyd: As you wish, Shrimpy!

Floyd: *throws Amelia towards the deep water*

Amelia: *screaming* W-WAIT, NO, I CAN’T SWI-

*SPLASH!*

Stitch: *falls in with Amelia*

Ace: FLOYD, YOU FUCKING IDIOT, AMELIA CAN’T SWIM!!

Azul: How can a creature that can’t swim exist?

Ace: YOU’RE JUST GOING TO STAY THERE?! HELP ME WITH AMELIA AND STITCH!

Azul: I hear you, I hear you. Floyd, go get Amelia while I get Stitch!

Floyd: Fine!

Five minutes later, on the shore…

Azul: *leaning over an unconscious Amelia* She wasn’t down for long, so how is she un-

Amelia: *pukes up seawater on Azul’s clothes*

Azul: WHY ON ME?!

Amelia: *coughing* Because…you’re a…bitch…?

Grim: Amelia’s alive!

Floyd: Why didn’t ya tell me you couldn’t swim, Shrimpy?

Amelia: *panting* I was…trying to. You just…never fucking listen!

Floyd: Okay, I’ll admit it was my bad. And so you won’t skin me alive, how ‘bout I cook tonight, yeah?

Amelia: As long as it’s properly prepared, I’ll eat any seafood.

Floyd: Fine by me.

Floyd: *turns to Ace* Crabby, could you take Amelia and Stitch back to the house and then go gather some fruit? I think I saw some oranges that would make a great sauce.

Ace: Alright. C’mon, Amelia.

Amelia: *holds up a hand to stop Ace before throwing up more seawater in Azul*

Azul: WHY?!!?

Amelia: *coughing* Again, you are..a bitch.

Ace: Ready now?

Amelia: Yeah, but you’ll have to help me. I’m really dizzy and I can’t tell which of the three Aces in front of me is the real one…

Ace: *stands up with Amelia, her arm over his shoulders for support* There we go. C’mon, Stitch. It’s back to the house for you and Amelia.

Stitch: Yeah!

Grim: Hey! You can’t take my hench-human away from me! I’m comin’ too!

Later, at the bungalow…

Riddle: *sees Ace helping Amelia* Oh, Great Sevens, what happened to Amelia?!

Ace: Floyd happened.

Riddle: I understand that part, but what exactly did Floyd do?

Amelia: The fucking leech threw me into the water while I tried to explain that I can’t swim at all.

Lilia: *pops out of nowhere* Oh, you poor girl! I’ll take you to the hammock I just made!

Amelia: Oh, wait- *bends over and throws up even more seawater on the ground*

Ace: Amelia, you already threw up seawater on Azul twice! How’re you still throwing up more?!

Amelia: *coughs* I could feel the third time coming, I just had to wait it out…

Jack: *holds up three fingers* How many fingers am I holding up, Amelia?

Amelia: *squints* Either seven or nine?

Lilia: Alright, time to get you to the hammock!

Lilia: *picks up Amelia* You need a nice nap, young lady!

Amelia: Stitch fell in, too. His molecular density is too great to allow him to swim.

Lilia: Alright then! Stitch, you’ll nap with Amelia!

Stitch: Yeah! *follows Lilia*

Grim: Hey! Quit forgettin’ me!

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 29 - Romeo and Julius ~Rosso e Blu~

Merchant: “Thank you. You were a great help.”

Romeo: “The pleasure was mine! Please let me know if you’re ever peddling again!”

Merchant: “Thank you, please do come again.”

Julius: “Good work.”

Romeo: “Ah, did you just get back too, Julius? How was your day today?”

Julius: “The boy was in a bad mood.”

Romeo: “It must be hard being a tutor.”

Julius: “How were things for you?”

Romeo: “It was a breeze. The products, my client, and I all returned without a scratch!”

Julius: “Seems like you’re getting pretty good at doing the whole bodyguard thing.”

Romeo: “It’s nice that we’ve both been able to make use of our skills.”

Ruffian: “Oi! Hurry up!”

Julius: “What a racket.”

Romeo: “It came from over there.”

*Romeo runs off*

Julius: “Ah, hey, wait. You can’t just go sticking your head in other people’s--.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Ruffian: “I said hand over any money you have!”

*Smack*

Gildo: “Ughh…”

Romeo: “Hey, stop!”

Ruffian: “Haah?”

Julius: “Do you ever have any self-awareness of the fact that you’re a wanted man?”

Romeo: “But we can’t just let him go free.”

Ruffian: “What the hell are you two doing? If ya got nothing to do with me, get lost!”

*Sword is drawn*

Romeo: “That should be my line!”

*Romeo draws his sword*

Ruffian: “--Gh.”

*Swords slash and clash*

Julius: “Can you walk?”

Gildo: “--Ah, y-yes, thank you.”

Ruffian: “Out of the way, damnit!”

Julius: “Hah!”

*Julius punches*

Izumi: (Even in these little sword fighting scenes, you can really see how much they’ve grown…)

Izumi: (All the experience Sakuya-kun and Masumi-kun have gained seems to have been enough of a change to make the audience gasp in surprise.)

Ruffian: “--Hie.”

*Ruffian runs off*

Romeo: “You should find a more decent job!”

Romeo: “Are you okay?”

Gildo: “...Gh.”

Julius: “Seems like he hurt his leg. Romeo, support his other shoulder.”

Romeo: “Where do you live? We’ll get you home.”

Gildo: “I’m sorry about this.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Romeo: “Do you need us to patch you up? Or should we go fetch a doctor?”

Gildo: “No… You’ve helped enough. I’m Gildo. And you are?”

Romeo: “I’m Romeo Montague. He’s Julius Capulet.”

Gildo: “--Montague? Capulet…”

Julius: “Don’t give out our names so easily like that.”

Romeo: “Ah--.”

Gildo: “…”

Julius: “Is something the matter?”

Gildo: “No, once again, thank you for helping me. I should be fine now.”

Romeo: “But it must be pretty inconveniencing for you to not be able to wal--.”

Gildo: “You need to leave.”

Romeo: “Oh, okay.”

Julius: “...Let’s go, Romeo.”

Romeo: “Take care.”

*Door closes*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Romeo: “I wonder if he’s okay.”

Julius: “His response to hearing our names was weird. I wonder if--.”

Romeo: “Ah, excuse me. You, over there, can I ask you something?”

Neighbor: “?”

Julius: “Hey, Romeo, you should listen when people are talking to you.”

Romeo: “Do you know Gildo? The man who lives in that house?”

Romeo: “He hurt his leg earlier and it might be bothering him, so could you please keep an eye on him?”

Neighbor: “That house there? Ahh, you must mean old Giorgio’s Gildo. And you two are?”

Romeo: “Gildo was being attacked by a theif and we happened to walk by and saved him.”

Neighbor: “A theif!? But Gildo doesn’t have anything worth stealing.”

Neighbor: “I heard that old Giorgio used to be a lord’s chamberlain in Verona when he was alive, but you can tell just by looking at his house. It’s all just pitiful now.”

Romeo: “Huh…?”

Neighbor: “Some people just do absolutely terrible things. I’ll check in on Gildo later. Thank you, you two.”

Romeo: “Ah, it’s nothing…”

Julius: “I already know what you’re thinking…”

Romeo: “Gildo’s grandfather was in Verona. What a coincidence!”

Julius: “Maybe Gildo knows who we are.”

Julius: “That’s probably why he was surprised when he heard our names. If we don’t stay on his good side, he might turn us in.”

Romeo: “There’s no way!”

Julius: “Better safe than sorry.”

Romeo: “Then why don’t we go back and visit him again tomorrow?”

Julius: “Did you even listen to a single word I said?”

Romeo: “Of course. That’s why we should just check with Gildo directly.”

Julius: “Sigh… Suit yourself.”

Izumi: (I could tell that all three of htem were having a lot of fun with this because of how they were even more lively than usual during rehearsals.)

Izumi: (I bet they’re all thrilled to be performing in front of an audience at MANKAI Theater.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Romeo: “Hello. How’s your injury doing, Gildo?”

Julius: “...Maybe he’s not home.”

Romeo: “I don’t think he could go out with an injury like that. Huh? The door’s open. Maybe he’s fallen--.”

*Door opens*

Julius: “Hey, don’t just push open the door without permission.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Romeo: “Good, he’s just sleeping.”

Julius: “Just leave the get-well-soon gift and let’s go.”

Gildo: “…!!”

Romeo: “Gildo? Are you okay?”

Gildo: “Why are you--?”

Julius: “You know who we are, don’t you?”

Gildo: “...I do. I’m sorry I kicked you out after you helped me yesterday.”

Gildo: “Well, technically, I don’t know you, but I think my grandfather knew who you are.”

Romeo: “Is that the grandfather who was in Verona?”

Gildo: “Yes. But how do you--?”

Romeo: “We also came from Verona.”

Gildo: “That’s what I thought…”

Gildo: “Romeo and Julius, was it?”

Gildo: My grandfather, Grandpa Giorgio had friends named Alessandro Montague and Bruno Capulet.”

Gildo: “Have you heard those names before? Apparently they both died when they were about the same age as you two are right now.”

Romeo: “Huh…?”

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[randomly--accessed--memories]

Angel + Vox & Nightmare

Gonna post this one to Ao3 later because it got long (5 sentences? No, 66 sentences!)

Of all the things Angel Dust wanted to be doing at 9 AM on a Saturday, climbing several flights of stairs to go wake up his boss’ ex had to be at the bottom of the list. Angel was more of a “sleep ‘til noon” type of guy anyway, and having to stop breakfast midway through to go figure out what was taking Vox so long was just adding insult to injury, at least in his opinion.

Counting the room numbers as he made his way down the hallway, Angel let himself indulge in petty complaints— partially because pointless bitching was one of his favorite pastimes, and partially because he needed any possible distraction from who he’d been sent to rouse.

Finally arriving at Room 418, Angel couldn’t help but snort to himself as he realized that paying attention to the room numbers had been wholly unnecessary; it was impossible to miss the large, blue “V” carved into the door. One of Vox and Pentious’ projects he guessed, based on how the “V” was actually properly carved into the door rather than burned or scratched in.

Of course he still has to put his fucking name on everything, even after—

Silencing that thought before it could finish, Angel approached the door and began wrapping on it impatiently.

“Vox. Wake up, ya lousy sonuvabitch, you’re missing’ breakfast. Charlie wants ya.”

He paused for a moment. No response. Well, that wasn’t surprising. Vox went missing all the time, either hiding in their electronics or popping up in weird areas of the hotel that he had no reason to go to. Still, better to make sure he wasn’t actually in there before going all the way back downstairs to report back to Charlie. Angel resumed knocking, raising his voice to be heard through the door. 

“Sparky, you alive in there? I ain’t got all day.” Maybe the demeaning nickname would work? …Nope, still nothing.

Thoroughly exasperated, Angel was ready to throw in the towel and go tell Charlie to find Alast- no, to find someone else to look for Vox, until he bent down to press his “ear” (the hair around where his ears used to be that allowed him hear? Angel didn’t know, his biology was weird.) to the keyhole, not expecting to hear anything.

But he did hear something.

It was faint, smothered by distance and the sound of static, but… it sounded like two people talking. Or rather, one person talking and the other one moaning. 

It was as though he’d suddenly been doused in ice water. Angel felt every muscle in his body tense, his mouth running dry. Not knowing what he hoped to accomplish, he found himself wrenching open the door, which, thankfully, turned out to be unlocked. 

Vox’s room was dark, illuminated only by the faint light of his static-filled screen. He was alone (thank God), lying on top of his bed, wires plugged into his charging terminal. Angel wished he could feel relieved, but the tension still remained, hanging heavy in the air like the humidity that preceded a thunderstorm.

Vox laid there, still as a corpse, the distorted speech coming from his speakers still too soft to properly make out.

“Vox?” Angel asked cautiously, taking a step into the room. He heard something crinkle under his foot. Looking down, Angel felt his stomach somersault as Valentino grinned back up at him from the crumpled magazine clipping. Angel recoiled, swearing under his breath, as he tore his eyes away from the ad and was forced to take in the rest of the room.

Items strewn across the ground— disassembled pieces of technology, stolen trinkets from around the hotel, Niffty’s weird attempts at “gifts”— a wall of ad clippings, half of which featured Velvette and Valentino… An unnamed feeling rose sharp and fast in Angel’s throat, mixing with the horror in a way that made him want to flee the room and never have to see it again. But before Angel could act on that impulse, his attention was brought back to the noise emanating from Vox’s speakers.

Faint as they may be, Angel knew those voices.

“Vox,” Angel repeated, picking his way towards him across the minefield of the floor. “Wake up. You’re–” You’re what? Dreaming? Fine? That was a fucking lie if Angel’d ever heard one.

Vox remained still as a statue as Angel approached the bed, the only sign of life being the high-pitched hum of his staticked-out screen. Angel glanced desperately between the terminal and Vox. How the fuck did you wake Vox up? Would unplugging him help or would it just cause a new problem? Angel was trying to decide what to do when suddenly, his attention snapped back onto the audio– the memory– coming out of Vox.

From a distance, the recording had been too soft and distorted to make out anything in particular, but here? Six feet away from the source? He could hear everything.

Noises somewhere between a dying dog and a severely malfunctioning computer. Pitiful whines, strangled groans, and a strange sound like the wind through the trees. And Alastor’s voice, airy and crooning, cutting through it all.

“There, there, we’re almost done. No need to be scared, I’m right here. Just breathe– there we go, that’s right. You’re doing so well.”

Panic spiked. That was– no no no no no NO.

“Vox! Vox! Wake up! Wake up, now!” Angel was shouting now, but to no avail. He wasn’t supposed to– no, he couldn’t hear this right now. He wheeled about, frantic, trying to think of something he could do to make those sounds stop. In his panic, he seized the nearest object– a large hunk of metal something-or-other– and threw it at Vox on his bed.

Vox jolted awake as the disassembled item made contact with his torso, yanking his power cords out of the terminal in his alarm. “Whzz- What? Wher-er-er-er-er–”

“Breakfast.” Angel spat, turning away from the glitching ex-Overlord and stalking out of the room– teeth gritted, eyes wide, nails digging into his arms.

He’d heard Vox make those sounds once before, and he’d never wanted to hear them again. Angel had never considered what else had been going on during that broadcast that the mics didn't hear.

[mybworlds]

Chapter 4

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: This story sets 15 yrs before The Mandalorian events, Din Djarin is hired by Rebel Alliance forces to protect and escort you, the princess of a dead planet, to your new home.

Series warnings: use of you, violence, science fantasy elements, slow burn, angst, fluff, mutual pining, eventual smut (18+ MDNI), trauma.

A/N Here is the second story to be updated that you’ve chosen, I repeat the others will arrive in the next few days. Thanks as always for following me. Love ya ❤️

Masterlist

Thanks @idontgetanysleep and @saradika-graphics the dividers. Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner.

Taglist: @thegreenkid2, @harriedandharassed if someone else wants to be added let me know.

The Mandalorian didn't say anything to you so as not to scare you, but they are very close, they are looking for you, he sees them, they are on a hill almost in the vicinity of the clearing. He will keep them busy, you have to stay hidden and safe, that's his priority, that's his mission.

He doesn't run, he walks. He's sure you're watching him, but because he doesn't want to worry he doesn't walk away quickly, he still hasn't understood why you were so special to that man who called himself your father's servant, but it doesn't matter, he never asked why in his previous missions, he just did it. He'll just act this time too, he's been told that you're special and that you have to get to your destination alive? And so it will be.

When he is far enough away from you and your gaze, he runs, as fast as his armor allows him, he has come very close to that large group that is looking for you, he crouches down and picks up his rifle, straining his ears: he hears strange buzzing and sounds, and at that moment your words about the inhabitants of that Planet reading his mind come back to him; so maybe they know he's there and waiting for them. Well, they'd be playing on equal terms!

Suddenly, not even a step away from him, the Mandalorian hears a bang and clods of earth rise up creating a whirlwind of dust, he rolls onto his side out into the open and fires, once, twice, immediately hitting his first two targets which are disintegrated. The Mandalorian rolls back behind a large log, hiding and waiting to hear the next noises that might betray the presence of other enemies, a stamping sound makes him understand that he is not alone again, he comes out into the open again and shoots, killing a third enemy, he was about to return to his hiding place when someone rains on him, a fourth unexpected enemy jumps on him making him lose his balance and above all his weapon. He falls forward, but rolls back onto his back just in time as the fourth man was about to shoot him in the back and kill him; instead, luckily the Mandalorian blocks the weapon by ripping it out of his hands and turning it against his fourth enemy who falls backwards.

Moments later a hail of bullets ripples through the air, more enemies are approaching. The Mandalorian crouches behind a rock and watches where his enemies are, some are still far away, a small group is running away, two are quite close. He immediately retrieves his rifle and after a couple of failed attempts, manages to hit two more of them who are pulverized. He hears another noise and when he turns around, he sees you, he was about to hit you convinced that you were another enemy.

“I could have killed you!” he exclaims almost annoyed.

“I wanted to help you.” You justify yourself, looking at him guiltily, he shakes his head.

“It wasn’t necessary, but thanks.”

You nod, smiling nervously at him, “Hey, you're hurt!” you exclaim, looking at his partially torn armor on his shoulder.

He turns his helmet to his shoulder and brings a hand to the tear, “It’s just a scratch.”

You look to where you imagine his eyes are, “I’m fine.” He looks around as if to make sure you’re alone. “We need to get back on the road.”

Neither you nor he speak to each other until you reach his Razor Crest. The spacecraft is not in bad condition. It is only slightly scorched on the sides, perhaps due to contact with the atmosphere.

When you take your eyes off the opening hatch for a moment, you notice the drops of blood at his feet. You look at him scared, he doesn't even seem to realize that you're looking at him or maybe he just ignores your worried look.

“We need to take off immediately,” he announces, as you enter the ship “If we use the thruster beams we should…” a roar echoes through the ship, you duck as if to protect yourself, while the Mandalorian takes you in his iron arms and shields you.

You don't see what he does, but you hear the ship creaking so you deduce that the hatch is closing. The gunshots continue until they become a distant noise and the man loosens his grip.

You turn to him and see him put his hand to where the tear is.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, looking at him.

“I need to get some medical treatment. I can’t continue the journey like this,” he says, putting down his hand and finding it covered in blood. “Okay, you have to assist me for takeoff. I’ll tell you what to do.” you nod.

Together you enter the cockpit and take a seat. He fiddles with a series of buttons on his left, then he places his hands on the spaceship's control stick and then gives you the order to give it power so it can take off.

Completely unexpectedly you manage to take flight and leave the Planet. Your travel companion doesn't say a word, the journey turns out to be very boring and probably if you hadn't seen what you saw and you couldn't stop thinking about how that strange energy was released from your hands against that woman, you would have already collapsed.

“How will they treat you?” you ask him.

“What?” he replies, surprised by your question.

“In this place where we are going, there will be someone who will take care of you, right?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“I thought you needed treatment.” you say perplexed.

“Yes, indeed.”

“So, there will be someone who will take care of you.”

“No. I will treat myself. No one must see my face.” he clarifies.

“What’s wrong with showing your face?” you ask, turning your head towards him.

“It’s our credo. If you embrace it, there are no exceptions,” he explains.

“But you will take off your armor,” you say, “you said you can never take it off.”

“That’s right.” he agrees. “However, there are some planets in our solar system that allow for exceptions.” he adds. “As long as no one sees us.”

“What if that happens?” you ask him.

“It’s complicated to explain. Forget it,” he answers you hastily.

For a while you remain silent, “Can I ask you something?” You look towards him and, not hearing any sign of agreement or dissent, you continue, “What is your name?”

“Din.” he answers you.

“Din,” you repeat, “is that your name or a nickname?”

“That’s my name.” He replies. “Someone uses the nickname Mando,” you smile. “What’s there to smile about?”

“Sorry.” you say looking away “I’m not smiling at you. It’s just this nickname that’s funny. Not you. I mean, you’re… anything but funny.” you are babbling.

“You're a funny one,” he says to you “Have you always been so chatty or did you become this way?” he asks you.

“This is the first time you’ve asked a question about me,” you state with a smile. “Anyway, yes, I talk a lot, but only when I’m nervous,” you confess.

“What is making you so nervous? Is it me or is it something else?”

You clench your hands nervously and bite your bottom lip, “No… Um, it’s not your fault.” You feel his gaze on you “The truth is, I don't know what happened when that creature touched me. It's like a force was released from my hands,” you say, massaging your palm. “I know it's absurd, but it was such a powerful feeling and it was like every little part of me felt it spreading and then it could explode out of my body...” you stop “You’ll think I’m weird.”

“Was it your first time?” he asks you.

You nod.

“That man. The one I talked to, didn't he tell you anything strange about yourself?” you shake your head “I'm sure there's a reason.” you nod.

You sigh, nodding, then look up at him, and then you notice how blood is staining his armor. You look at him worriedly, “How much longer?”

“Little time.”

You know he's suffering, but you know he won't tell you a word.

When you arrive on this mysterious new planet, you feel as if you are among banks of pink clouds dotted with stardust. As soon as the Razor Crest lands, you unhook yourself from your seats and he, before you, moves first, exiting the cockpit.

The people of that planet seem to be friendly. Perhaps a little odd in their costumes so different from what you were used to wearing. The sun is not as hot as your beloved Arkanon's.

Oh, how you miss your parents, your father's warm and powerful tone, that slightly austere air, but actually just marked by life, your mother's ringing tone and sometimes her long silent hugs! You even miss your brothers and their constant desire to joke and take you with them on their many adventures and misadventures!

No one survived.

Your heart aches, you're alone. Sure, you have your droid friend, but it can never fill that void, that now familiar feeling of not belonging anywhere.

I miss you. All of you.

You feel empty, the people here treat you well. They made you wear a clean robe, it's so thin that you almost shiver inside it, but you just thank them. They are kind, they they offer you something to drink and eat. They even accepted your droid friend and apparently not everyone accepts them and looks favorably on them.

You haven’t seen saw the Mandalorian , Din, after you were greeted by the villagers. You imagine he went to get treated. You would like to say hello and ask him how he is, but you know that he probably can't see you right now. So, your looking for him would be useless. You might as well wait.

So, you decide to explore this Planet that seems to have come out of a dream. Everyone is happy. Everyone wears the same colors. Everyone has a life of their own that they know will begin and end here.

Who knows if your wandering will end one day and if you too will one day have a happy and stable life somewhere!

You approach what looks like a river, the water is not blue as it was on your planet, but it is aqua green and the fish that occasionally jump from its waters are pink. You smile.

You sit down nearby and enjoy this singular spectacle. You lift your head towards the pink clouds and then close your eyes letting yourself be lulled by the gurgling of the water and by that pleasant climate.

In moments of absolute peace like this, you think — or perhaps you delude yourself — that you can be at peace with every little part of the universe. And you even think that you can still be at home. You can almost feel the warm sun of Arkanon, the mild air of your home, everything is so peaceful...

When you open your eyes, you're on a bed and you're alone.

What the...?!

By the time you stand up and the Mandalorian opens the curtain.

Din.

You still have to get used to the fact that he has a name.

“What happened?” you ask him.

“You had what’s called hypoxia,” he replies. “I brought you this. It’ll help with your headache.” He adds, showing you a syringe.

You hadn't even realized you had a headache until that moment.

“How did you know that?” you ask him.

“I had it too.” you whisper “May I?” he asks, coming closer to you “It’ll help.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Apart from the sting, no.”

You nod, Din approaches you “Uncover your arm,” he says, as he slips off his gloves, revealing his fingers.

If you still had any doubts that he was not human, you'd say that you no longer have any.

You undo the knot of your dress at chest level and then slide the dress off one shoulder, keeping it at chest level. You then look up at him, nodding your head.

He places a hand just below your shoulder as if to slightly stretch your skin, the contact of his fingers makes you shiver.

You turn your head away as he brings the syringe closer, you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the needle penetrate your skin and then the muscle in your arm.

“Did you get treatment?” you ask him.

“Of course,” he replies.

He's right, it doesn't hurt except for the needle. You swallow, take a deep breath, and then ask him, “Do you trust these people?”

“With my job, I've gotten to know all kinds of people. They're good people. In their own way.” You take another deep breath and your head feels less heavy. “We're all good in our own way.” he adds pulling out the needle and then rubbing your skin hard “Get dressed.” he says again and you obey.

You can barely look up at him. You almost feel uncomfortable not knowing what his face or expression is.

“Thank you.” you say, adjusting your dress “Um, are you okay now?” you ask when he is about to leave.

He turns back looking at you, “Yes.”

“Can I ask you one more thing?” you ask him when he’s about to leave you again “Have you always been this way? I mean… Did you always know who you were going to be? I know it’s none of my business,” you continue, interpreting his silence as annoyance, “it’s just that I don’t know who I am anymore.” you lower your head shaking It, “I’m sorry. I know you don't care." You suddenly feel tears gathering behind your eyes. "I don't know why I'm with you. I don't know what Nanuk knew or thought he knew. Sometimes I wish I was dead with my people rather than being taken from one place to another without knowing why or where,” you confess to him.

Din listens to you in silence, you don't know what he's thinking or if his expression is bored or compassionate.

You're about to tell him to let it go, not to give weight to your ravings, when he adds, “I know where we’re going. As long as you’re with me, you’ll be perfectly safe.”

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Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 4

You can find Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here, Chapter 5 here, and Chapter 6 here!

Word count: ~6

Rating: Mature

A/N: A bit of a filler chapter but it's adding pertinent info to the story, I promise! Some use of Y/N and Y/L/N. Some smut, feels, and story progression! Reader is still morally grey and morally questionable; a delulu girly, if you will. Reader has trauma that will be expanded upon later. Continued COD and military inaccuracies galore. Brief mentions of our beloved 141!

TW: Smut! Mutual masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, dom/sub tones. Reader reflects a little on her trauma from Daniel. Reader tries to trust people and make new friends! Pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m STILL a lame monolingual American, and STILL no beta because we die like jackass Graves.

Crappy Translations:

Maus - Mouse

Mein schatz - My darling

Meine leibling - My love

Süßes mädchen- Sweet girl

Scheiße - Shit

Ja, das ist ein gutes Mädchen. Lass mich dich hören - Ja, that’s a good girl. Let me hear you.

Da ist mein wunderschöner Liebling - There is my beautiful love.

You were gonna be sick. You just knew it. Commander Graves’ stare was too much to handle, and yet you knew you had no other choice. The only other option was to give in, condemn both yourself and König to prison or death with the truth, and you refused to do that. You just had to trust in König’s plan, no matter how questionable.

“I’m sure, sir,” you replied, trying to keep your voice from shaking, “The last I saw was him going back into the bar.”

Graves’ tapped his pen on the table, his expression as unreadable as ever, before sitting up in his chair to lean over the desk. His intensity was overwhelming, making your heartbeat loud enough you were almost sure he could hear it too.

“Ya don’t have to be scared here, Y/N. This ain’t an interrogation. I’m just tryin’ ta get the facts about Carter before we call it.”

For the first time since that night, guilt licked the insides of your belly. Deserter. First, you’d allowed König to kill him and hide the body, and now you were willing to let his name be dragged through the mud, to allow his family to hear the worst about him when he wasn’t even alive to fight for himself. Fuck, but the lengths you would go through to protect König, just as he’d been protecting you for the better part of a year. It was honestly terrifying and made you question things about yourself that you’d never thought of before. Were you really as good of a person as you thought you were, as you tried to be, if you were willing to do all of this? Probably not.

“I understand, sir, I just kind of feel like I’ve been called into the principal’s office at school,” you joked quietly.

That brought a little smile to his face. Man, if he weren’t such a toxic fucker, he’d be pretty attractive. Too bad he was a righteous prick.

“That’s fair. Well, thank you for your time, Y/L/N. If I could just get you to sign this document here statin’ that you stand by your statement as the truth and allow for it to be used as necessary for legalities,” he sighed, pushing the paper and pen in your direction.

With a deep breath, you snagged up the pen and signed your name with a flourish. There it was, your deceit finalized in ink for all to see. It was to protect König, not for yourself, you kept repeating in your mind. It’s all for König. Anything for König.

“Am I good to go then, sir?” you asked with a forced smile.

“Actually, I have one more thing for you,” Graves replied, lifting a finger as he opened his desk drawer, “These… are papers of all the tasks I need you to go over with your trainer. After the last… episode, it’s become abundantly clear that you’re in dire need of a refresher course on the basics. Can’t have our best medic dying because she doesn’t know how to protect herself, hmm?”

You had to bite your tongue from giving a sassy reply and instead took the papers with a nod.

Looking over the pages, you asked curiously, “Who’s my trainer?”

“You’ll be workin’ with Private Declan every day, 1700 to 1900 after your normal shift until he feels you are well-equipped for future missions,” he explained, “Not havin’ ya do anythin’ too crazy so it shouldn’t take too long to complete, probably two weeks, give or take.”

Declan. The name sounded familiar. Hopefully he wasn’t one of Daniel’s close friends or things would end up real awkward real quick.

“Got it.”

“You’re dismissed,” Graves commented as he leaned back in his seat.

You couldn’t get back to your room fast enough, eager to be sheltered safe away from Graves’ intimidating stare. As soon as you were in your room, you dug your phone out and sent a quick text to König.

‘Hey love, you free to talk?’

You knew there was a chance he’d be busy or even have possibly been sent out on a mission since this morning, but it didn’t hurt to check. While you waited for his reply, you got changed from your scrubs into a comfortable pair of pajamas. You were debating on if you wanted to go through your rigorous skincare routine or just pass out when your phone started ringing.

Eagerly launching yourself onto the mattress, you quickly slid the green button when you saw König’s name pop up on the screen.

“Hi!” you said, a little too excitedly.

God, way to sound like a loser, Y/N. Could you be more embarrassing?

“Hello, Süßes mädchen.”

Fuck, just hearing his voice over the phone was enough to make your heart flutter. Chewing on your lower lip, you asked him about his day, wanting to start the call on a good note before you told him about Graves’ little meeting. He told you about some of the newest recruits, and how Horangi was talking to a civilian and it was more serious than his past conquests. He sounded like a proud older brother when he talked about Horangi and it was honestly adorable. A big grin was fixed on your face as you listened to his highs and lows, enjoying the shifts in his tone as he rambled for quite some time. It was nice, you realized, having someone to just talk to, even if it wasn’t in person.

“Ah, but enough about my day, how was your, meine liebling?” he asked.

“I enjoy hearing about what you’ve been up to,” you assured him warmly, “You know I love hearing you talk, but uh, my day was good. Got a little rocky at the end.”

“What happened?”

You could hear the instant change in his voice, protective König coming off the sidelines and ready to attack. It made you chuckle.

“Nothing that bad in the long run. Uh, Graves’ finally talked to me about Daniel. Had to sign a legal document backing up my statement. So far it seems everything is going well, but he also decided I need to redo training so I can protect myself better,” you explained.

He let out a little hum before sighing, “I have to agree with him there, maus. As much as I’d rather just be there to protect you, your safety is important.”

Cheeks flushing, you agree quietly. Of course, you’d rather have your big Austrian lover there as your guard but, unfortunately, that was just the way the world was for now. You snuggled farther back into the bed and began telling him about the mysterious case of chlamydia rampaging through the barracks, and all the chaos it was causing. It made you grateful you hadn’t made the choice to sleep with anyone there during the two months you’d not seen König.

“I will never understand the urge some have to fuck anything that moves,” he muttered quietly.

“Me either,” you replied, “Not that I’m innocent by any means. I’m all about people having fun. Hell, I’ve had my fair share of hook-ups, but… at least make sure ya use protection, you know?”

König let out a noise that almost sounded like a growl and you halted your words instantly, concerned by the sudden shift.

“You okay?” you asked tentatively.

“Fine, just don’t like thinking about that,” he sighed darkly, “That others have touched you. They didn’t deserve to have that access to you.”

Before you could stop it, a little giggle escaped, earning a disgruntled huff in reply.

“Don’t worry about it, big guy. If you want, I’ll gladly tell you about how much better you are than anyone I’ve ever been with,” you teased.

There was a soft groan from his side of the line before he retorted, “That doesn't help much.”

You thought about your words carefully, about what might ease that little twinge of jealousy, until finally, it hit. Prey on that possessive nature of his that you loved so much.

Lowering your voice to a seductive whisper, you murmured, “Okay, how about the fact you’re the only man I’ve had sex with without a condom? Also, just remember, love, they may have had me first… but you’re my last.”

Maybe a little stronghanded with the last sentence but you were willing to put your hopes out in the open. Unless something drastic occurred, you couldn’t see not wanting to be with him, and he seemed thoroughly content with you.

“Ah, maus, now that does make it better,” he purred warmly.

Smirking, you replied, “Thought so.”

A familiar warmth coiled low in your belly as you let your thoughts linger on König and just how much better he was than any other lover. It was torture not being allowed to be in his arms. Even without the sexual aspect, you wanted nothing more than to just be in his presence, be allowed to see him, and touch him. Memories of your last night together and his beautiful face created a dangerous combination between your thighs.

“You’re quiet, what’s going on in that pretty head, hmm?” he asked suddenly.

“Ah, um… taxes?” you squeaked out.

You could feel the heat returning to your cheeks as he laughed and you realized you’d been caught daydreaming about him. How were you still so easily flustered by that man when you’d fucked him seven ways from Sunday on multiple occasions now?

“Taxes huh? Must be pretty entertaining if it’s taking your attention off of me,” he teased.

Pursing your lips, you quickly retorted, “Nothing could take my attention off of you, König. You’re practically a permanent fixture in my head now.”

There was a little rumble and you barely made out his quiet “Good” before there was a rustling on his end. Now it was his turn to be oddly quiet.

“What are you doing over there?” you asked curiously.

The deep noise he let out made your heart thump harder.

“Taxes.”

His breathless tone scrambled your brain and it took a moment to comprehend what he meant but once it hit, you felt the niggle of lust in your core ramp up quickly. Clenching your thighs together, you let out a sigh at the slight relief.

“Hmm, do you need help with those taxes?” you mused gently.

His response was a decidedly determined, “Yes!”

“Video chat?”

The line went dead in the next instant, startling and confusing you until you saw the screen light up with the video call request. You could tell your face was flushed dark in the little square that showed your image in the top right and it only made your embarrassment grow.

“Da ist mein wunderschöner, Liebling.”

“Well hello there, handsome” you murmured, unable to stop the grin spreading across your lips.

To your surprise, König was maskless and it made your heart do a little happy dance. He really was one of the most stunning people you’d ever seen. It was a shame he hid it all the time but you also understood his need for privacy with his anxiety and for secrecy.

“You look absolutely beautiful, mein schatz,” he purred quietly.

Warmth quickly filled your cheeks again, his complement reminding you that you were in pajamas with your hair unstyled and only the remnants of the day's makeup on your face. Thankfully, your pajamas weren’t too incredibly bad; a dark grey tanktop with lace along the neckline and matching shorts. It could have been way worse but you also wished you’d had the chance to clean up before he’d seen you.

“Says the male model,” you replied cheekily, “So, wanna show me these taxes I have to help with?”

He let out a snort but suddenly the camera was facing down his body. Your sharp gasp filled the air as he groaned softly. He was already fully hard and leaking, all flushed and beautiful and demanding. Even his massive hand couldn’t cover it completely. God damn.

“I’ve been hard since the moment I heard your voice,” he rumbled softly, “You drive me crazy.”

You watched in awe as he began to stroke his length, throaty little noises filtering through the phone’s speaker like a siren’s song. Setting the phone precariously on your breasts, you quickly shoved your shorts down your legs and kicked them off the end of the bed before picking it back up.

“Need to see you, maus,” he demanded huskily, “Show me what is mine.”

If it were possible, you would have died right then and there from his words.

“Just so you know, I’ve never really done this whole video sex thing before,” you admitted meekly, suddenly nervous by the thought of showing off over the camera.

“And you think I have?” he snickered, “You enjoy seeing me, ja?”

“Of course!”

“Then let me see you too. You know just how much I love your body,” he cajoled sweetly, “Or do I have to punish you for disobedience when I see you next, hmm?”

“No sir!” you gasped.

With a shaky sigh, you switched to the back camera and moved the phone down, ensuring you could still see him at the same time. Your fingers twitched eagerly against your thigh as he let out a low moan.

“Gutes mädchen, now, show me how you tease yourself.”

Excitement brewed to life under the prospect of being controlled from afar and you quickly moved to follow his orders. Your eyes fluttered shut uncontrollably as you traced your fingertips up and down your slit, nearly jumping at the light sensation when goosebumps crawled across your skin. This continued on for only a minute or two before he gave in and told you to slide a finger into your cunt. An uncontrollable whimper escaped as you felt your warm walls clamp down around the digit.

Forcing your eyes open once again, you intentionally began to match your thrusts to the pace of his hand. It was nothing nearly as good as the real thing, but it was close enough and you couldn’t deny the things this interaction was making you feel.

“Gut, gut, that’s it. Show me how wet you are.”

It took a moment to get the angle right but the instant you caught the glistening sheen across your lips and fingers, he halted his hand with a broken groan.

“I would give anything to have my face buried in that pretty little cunt right now,” he growled, “Go on, maus, show me how you make yourself feel good.”

“O-Okay,” you breathed softly.

The awkwardness of touching yourself with an audience was beginning to fade away, lost to pleasure and lust as you watched him. When you finally sunk two fingers into your hole and hooked them up against your g-spot, you nearly saw stars, a weak whimper falling from your lips.

“Ja, das ist ein gutes Mädchen. Lass mich dich hören,” König groaned, “Faster, schatz, keep up with me.”

Eager to obey, you swiftly withdrew your fingers and used the slick to rub your nub. With a finger on either side, you squeezed and rubbed and teased until your legs were shaking with need. Ecstasy swirled rampantly in your belly, growing tighter and tighter with each pass over your clit. It was hard to keep your eyes open but you refused to miss even a second of him. As you got closer and your little noises became harder to control, you could see the chain reaction it had on him, his hips bucking up into each movement as precum spilled over his fist. Oh, and his sounds, the quick smacking and heavy breathing felt like they were connected directly to your core.

“K-König, I’m close,” you warned him weakly.

“Scheiße, heilige scheiße,” he snarled, thighs going tense, “Ja, okay, hold it just a bit longer.”

A debauched whine filled the air and your brows furrowed in frustration. You’d never been good at delaying your climax, too focused on instant gratification, but there was no denying the way his command made your belly twist eagerly. Jesus, what was this man doing to you?

“I know, but I want you to come with me,” he grunted.

The heat was becoming too intense so you instinctively slowed your fingers down to ease the burn, only for him to snap at you to keep going.

“B-But I- please König,” you whimpered needily, “König, bitte, bitte, I-”

The reaction to his native language was immediate, body jolting so hard you nearly expected him to fall off his bed.

“I’m gonna count back from three. At one, I want you to let go, leibling, can you do that for me?” he panted out through moans.

With a little curse, you whined, “Yes, please just- Yes!”

“Drei…”

Fuck, he was doing it in German.

“Zwei…”

He fucking knew what that did to you.

“Eins… Now, now, Kleines!”

A cry of his name escaped in a breathless scream as your body nearly collapsed in on itself at his command, thighs shutting tight around your hand as rutted frantically into your hand. The pleasure coursing through your veins felt like it would drown you but it only got better when he followed suit. You watched in disbelief as ropes of cum shot out and covered his belly and hand, enamored by the way his cock twitched and throbbed as he squeezed out every last drop. Your name heavy on his lips brought that familiar heat back to your face.

“God, fuck,” you whined, jerking your hand away as the sensations became too strong.

A comfortable silence fell over you, only heavy pants breaking the quiet, until you felt rejuvenated enough to roll over and groan.

“Leibling?”

Picking up the phone, you turned it back to the front-facing camera and flashed him a little smile. His eyes were heavy and cheeks still flushed, lips quirked into a smirk as he ran a hand through his hair. How the fuck were you supposed to go the next four months without him?

“I have an embarrassing question,” you murmured after a moment.

He quirked a brow but replied, “Of course, maus, what is it?”

“Would- Would you be okay staying on call with me?” you asked before hastily adding, “Just til I fall asleep! I don’t wanna keep you too late.”

König’s expression turned into something soft.

“Of course but I’ll do better. We’ll stay on all night. Not as good as having you here but it’s better than being without you completely.”

…

“Again!”

Frustration broke through your lips in the form of an annoyed grunt as you punched the hand targets again; right, left, right. You narrowly missed getting hit in the face by the foam target when he swung it at you again. Unfortunately, between your exhaustion and poor balance, you collapsed to the floor with a yelp.

Max let out a honking laugh and you managed to open your eyes just enough to see him bent over, red-faced from laughter. What a jerk.

“Not funny,” you bit out coolly.

“On the contrary, I find it quite funny,” he retorted cheekily, “But, maybe this is a sign we need a break, aye?”

Lifting an eyebrow, you snapped back, “Ya think?! We’ve only been at this for like two hours!”

He shrugged his burly shoulders before settling down onto the ground next to you, handing over your water bottle as he drank from his own. It was a comfortable silence despite your panting, something you were grateful for. It was ironic, considering Max was filling in for Declan who was transferred out after some sketchy shit came up in his files. You couldn’t say you were upset by the change though. Max was the first soldier you’d been able to relatively get along with in months. There was something about his dry humor and easy-going nature that made him likable.

“Tomorrow it’ll be training at the range again. Wanna test you on more long-range options.”

You let your displeasure at the idea be known with the obnoxious long groan you released.

“I’m shit with long range! Just let me focus on getting better at what I’m good at,” you begged, turning to give him your best puppy dog eyes.

He simply stared you down with all the energy of a disappointed father.

“You won’t get good at it if you don’t practice.”

“… And?! I have gifted kid burnout syndrome,” you sighed, “All I want to do is what I’m already good at.”

If looks could kill, you were sure you’d be dead where you lay on the floor. You tossed him back an equally serious glare but within moments you both broke down into laughter.

“Shit, dude, you could kill with those eyes,” Max said, tossing his now-empty bottle aside, “What do ya say? Got ‘nother round in you or we packin’ it up?”

You took inventory of all your sore muscles and bruises before giving a little shrug.

“I’d prefer being able to walk at work tomorrow,” you retorted.

“Rest it is then,” he said as he got to his feet with a long groan.

Following suit, you snagged up your grey hoodie and released your hair from its messy ponytail, double-checking that you still had your phone before heading to the door.

“Hey, wait up a sec!” Max called before the door closed behind you.

You quickly caught it with your foot, trying to ignore the pain of the heavy door nearly crushing your littlest toe.

“Yeeess?”

“A couple of the guys and I are goin’ out to Seven’s tonight, that one bar on Cedar, if you wanna join us?” he asked.

Bile rose in your throat instantaneously as the memories of your last bar experience filled your thoughts- Daniel, the date rape drug, how König killed him in cold blood. Max was nice, respectful even; he hadn’t done anything yet that would make you suspect that he had more than a friendly interest in you, but after Daniel… any man besides König was a terrifying unknown. Apparently, the hesitation was clear on your face because he slapped a heavy hand down on your shoulder, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“No pressure, Y/L/N,” he assured you with a gentle squeeze, “It’d be nice to hang with you without kickin’ your ass though.”

That brought a small smile to your lips. Damn him for being a nice person.

“I appreciate that but, uh, I don’t know many people here that well and-”

“Hey, that’s okay! This’ll be a good chance ta get ta know everyone, and, hey, I’ll be there so you’ll know someone,” he said.

Swallowing hard, you tried to think of a polite way to turn him down but it was impossible with how kind he had been this past week. When your lips parted finally to say no, he lifted up a hand, silencing you instantly.

“If this is about bein’ with a bunch of guys alone, I swear that I’ll protect ya,” he assured you gently, “My mum would have my ass if she knew I didn’t protect a lady, and that’s not even countin’ what’ll happen when Graves gets ahold of me.”

He was making this fucking hard, way harder than it should be. While you were used to being alone, there was no denying how painful it got at times. Especially on the nights when you couldn’t call König and talk to him. Having actual friends might be a nice change of pace.

“You swear?” you asked weakly.

He made an ‘X’ across his heart and said, “Solemnly swear.”

Letting out a sigh, you shifted your jacket farther up your arm before giving him a single nod.

“The instant I don’t feel safe, we’re out, got it?”

“Absolutely! And if anyone gives you trouble, just point me in their direction and they won’t even be a problem. Just consider me your guard dog for the night, yea?”

After agreeing to meet up outside the entrance gates, you scurried back to your room with your thoughts going a million miles an hour. Could you really trust Max? What would happen if you got separated? Would the other soldiers behave? Anxiety whirled through your brain like a tornado, creating more chaos than usual, until you were dressed and checking your reflection. You knew better than to dress in anything too eye-catching this time, settling for a simple black long-sleeved shirt and loose jeans with your work tennis shoes. Even with Max around, shit could happen.

You pulled your hair up into a tidy bun before dragging out your phone and shooting a text to König. He was gone on a mission and didn’t have the ability to answer calls on a whim, but you wanted to keep him updated on your whereabouts… just in case.

‘Hey love! I just wanted to let you know I’m going out to the local bar with some of the guys. My trainer Max, the one I told you about the other day, invited me. He promises he’s going to be my guard dog so I should be safe but I am bringing my pepper spray and self-defense keys too just so you know. No need to worry about me! I’ll text you again once I’m home safe. XO’

Once the text showed as delivered, you turned your ringer all the way up and slid it into your pocket, taking a deep breath for courage before braving the outside. Hopefully, this would be a turning point, a way for you to make friends and have people you could trust again. You shut and locked your door behind you, double-checking it out of cautiousness, then trekked across the base to the meeting point.

There had to be at least twelve to fifteen people gathered outside of the gates when you arrived. Thankfully, there wasn’t a single face you recognized from Daniel’s friend group in the little mass and you let out a relieved sigh before sliding up to Max’s side.

“Hey there! Glad ta see ya made it. Ready to go boys?” Max asked everyone.

A few affirmatives were thrown around before everyone split into separate groups, piling into three different cars. The two that split off with you and Max were chivalrous enough to insist you take the front seat and quickly started up a conversation about Yu-Gi-Oh of all things. Max, surprisingly, joined right in and even tried to involve you in the conversation a few times. It was sweet. By the time you were pulling up at the curb by the bar, somehow the topic had changed to poker and bets on who at the company would have the best poker face.

“I swear, Commander Graves would beat everyone,” you shot back, closing the car door behind you, “Have you been on the wrong side of his wrath yet?!”

“Nah, see, because scary doesn’t equate to a good liar,” Max retorted, “But, if we’re counting outside groups we’ve teamed with, you should see Captain Price. That man has nerves of steel. There’s no way to figure out when he’s bluffing!”

“Oh shit, yeah, haven’t thought about him in a while,” Luke, the younger of the trio shouted.

The chaotic conversation was overpowered by the sound of music, pool tables, and laughter when Max held the door open for you. You quickly slid by and waited right inside, unwilling to chance going more than a few steps away from them.

“Sooo, table first or drinks?” Trevor asked, rocking back and forth on his heels as he looked around the busy bar.

“Drinks. It’s gonna take a hot minute to get anything with that crowd,” Luke replied.

Falling in step beside them, you kept as close to Max as possible, doing your best to ignore the anxiety creeping up in your throat as you tried to decide on a drink. You didn’t want to be a wet blanket but you also weren’t sure about allowing yourself to become inebriated either. Plus with the drugs last time, the idea of alcohol you didn’t pour from the bottle yourself was unappealing. Thankfully, you had a good amount of time to think about it. Luke was correct in his assessment of the crowd. It took almost twenty minutes just to flag the bartender down and order your drinks.

“What’cha gettin’?” Max asked loudly.

You could only shrug in response. Max was nothing but attentive and instantly leaned down to your ear.

“Guard dog, remember? You don’t have to drink but if you do, I’ve got your back!” he reassured you.

“What’s it gonna be, doll?” the young woman across the counter asked blandly.

Shooting him a look that told him exactly how much trust you were putting into him, you smiled timidly at Max then leaned closer to the bartender.

“Just a lemon drop shot and a water please!”

With that, she was gone, and the guys picked back up on their previous discussion concerning the Captain Price they had mentioned, and some guys named Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. Just what the fuck kind of people had those names? Surely that had to be callsigns… right? 'Ghost' fucked with your mind the most. You could only imagine what he had done to earn that name. But Soap? Soap made you giggle. Did anyone take a soldier with that name seriously? You didn’t think you would if you met him.

A few minutes later, you all had your drinks and were headed to a table out on the back patio. It was perfectly cool outside, just a slight chilly breeze blustering about and filling the air with that familiar autumn scent. It was finally starting to feel like October. You sat beside Max and twirled your shot glass in circles, letting your gaze trail over all the different groups outside in the meantime. By twos and threes, the rest of the original clan joined the nearby tables until you were nestled comfortably between them all. You tried to keep up with the conversation but moreso just enjoyed watching them. It was a big group but they all talked together seamlessly. There was no denying the comradery between them and it created a warm, welcoming, feeling in your chest.

Max nudged your arm, pulling your gaze up to him, and you found him staring down at you with one brow lifted.

“You’re okay, right?” he asked.

Flashing him an easy smile, you nodded and replied, “Yeah, I actually am. Hey, uh, thanks for inviting me out.”

He rolled his eyes and waved you off with a scoff, before muttering, “Stop actin’ like it was some act of charity. You may not realize it, but you’re a joy to be around… well, when you’re not bein’ a pain in my ass and tryin’ to shoot me in the foot.”

Eyes widening in disbelief, you backhanded his arm gently.

“That was one time! And it was an accident!” you squeaked, cheeks burning hot.

“Yeah, one time too many,” he snickered back, taking a swig of his beer.

Muttering under your breath about the lack of trust and loyalty he had, you swallowed back the last of your anxiety and finally took the shot in front of you, which was surprisingly delicious.

“If ya need to get up and go anywhere, let me know, I’ll go with ya,” he added after a moment, “I’m on duty til I get ya back to your room.”

You gave him a thankful nod and nursed your water, tuning back into the conversation around you when Luke yelled at Max to defend him.

“What’d I miss?”

“Tell them I’m not actually bad at Mario Kart!” Luke whined, “I lost to Dave once and now he swears he’s better than me at it.”

Yu-Gi-Oh? Mario Kart? How in the fuck were these goofballs the same intimidating soldiers you saw around the barracks?

When Max actually spoke up for Luke, it created a mass of chaos and debates on who was actually better and led to bets for future games. Maybe you’d be lucky enough to join them when they did. It’d been some time since you’d played on more than your Nintendo Switch.

…

“So you’re coming out next time too, right?” Max asked, leaning up against the wall by your door.

“I guess,” you replied with a shrug, “If you guys want me to?”

He narrowed his eyes and bit out, “Noooo. I was asking because I was hoping you’d stay far far away on your lonesome.”

You nudged his ribs gently, trying to quiet your laughter in hopes of not disturbing any of the sleeping soldiers in nearby rooms.

“Shut up. I’m just not used to it is all,” you sighed.

“Well, get used to it, brat. I’m officially naming myself your guard dog older brother,” he retorted, “Now, go get some sleep. Don’t need you dead on your feet at training tomorrow.”

At the reminder of his plans to torture you with sniper training, you deflated against your door with a whine.

“Are you serious?!”

He smirked, patting your shoulder in mock sympathy, before rising to his full height once more.

“Gotta do it, kid. Better to get it done now than have Graves’ on our asses about slacking.”

You couldn’t find fault in his logic but that didn’t mean you liked it any more than you had before. Shooting him an evil glower, you popped your door open and stepped in.

“Night, brat!”

“Yeah, yeah, good night,” you huffed as you slammed the door shut.

Without even bothering to change, you flopped down into your bed and unlocked your phone, checking your notifications. There were a few updates from your social media but the only thing you cared to see were the texts from König.

‘Have fun and be safe. Please make sure you text me once you get home.’ at nine.

‘Leibling? Are you home yet?’ at ten thirty.

‘If I don’t hear from you by 12, I’m not responsible for my actions.’ at eleven thirty.

It was eleven-fifty now. Shit! You weren’t sure what he could do from so far away but you didn’t want to test his capabilities, nor did you want to worry him further. Pulling up his number, you hit call and waited nervously.

“Scheiße! Ich habe mir Sorgen gemacht, Liebling!”

His voice was tense and you instantly felt wilted, guilt filling your chest heavily.

“I’m so sorry, love. I had my ringer on but I didn’t hear any of the texts over the music,” you apologized quickly, “I didn’t mean to worry you, I promise!”

“It’s fine. I’m just glad to hear you safe,” he sighed, “Did you have a good time?”

Lips quirking into a little smile, you replied, “Yeah, it was nice. Would have been better with you there though. Oh, and I think Max has adopted me as his little sister.”

“Little sister, hmm?”

“Yup! He stood guard for me all night. Didn’t let a single person approach me and waited outside the bathroom for me and everything. I don’t know how, but I think he has an idea that something happened in the past,” you explained, “That or he’s just a really good guard dog.”

“That better be all he is,” you heard him grumble softly.

“Calm down, big guy,” you reassured him gently, “Or do I need to remind you why you’re my one and only?”

That got a reaction. The grunt of your name sent your hair on end and pulled a sly smirk to your lips. Yeah, you’d be glad to take the time to show him that you still belonged only to him.

[stars-and-darkness]

WIP WEDNESDAY!!! but it's thursday

week #22

more of the amnesia au, bc ya girl isn't allowed to write anything else, or else her bff is gonna skin her alive (love ya alicia <3)

She’s deep, deep in her thoughts when there’s a knock on the door, and when she calls for the arrival to enter, it’s her mother.

“Mom, hi,” Caroline says, and quickly clicks out of the photos of the massacre from yesterday on her desktop. Maybe Mum doesn’t need to see all that.

“Sweetie.” Mum comes to sit in the armchair in front of her desk.

“So!” Caroline claps her hands. It’s painfully awkward. “What brings you to my office?” Sitting in a chair that’s usually occupied by people pleading for something, or trying to convince her that what they want is also what she wants.

It’s very, very weird to see her mum sitting where Becker Wexer had sat a few days ago.

Mum gives her a smile that’s a bit strange, almost as if all the same thoughts that are going through Caroline’s head are also going though hers, but that’s impossible, of course.

“I had a talk, yesterday,” she says at last. “With Klaus.”

“Oh.”

Well, that can’t have gone well. Rarely anything involving both her mother and her fiancé ever goes well.

“Look whatever he said, you surely must see as clearly as we all do that he’s currently not exactly operating at—”

“Caroline!” Mum interrupts. “It was fine, actually.”

“Oh,” Caroline says again, in a completely different tone of voice. “Really?”

She doesn’t think that’s ever happened before. Usually, when her mum and Klaus interact, they only have complaints.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Right. Well … that’s great.” Yep. This is completely new territory. “What did you guys talk about?”

For a moment, her mother’s eyes shutter closed, and then it’s like it never happened. “Let’s say we came to a truce.”

Now, Caroline’s eyebrows really fly up. “You and Klaus?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

She almost freezes. There were other things to speak of, last night.

The skin of her shoulder burns as if his eyes are still on it.

“I guess it didn’t come up. I mean, I’m glad.”

“It was for your sake. He suggested it. I couldn’t exactly refuse.”

Caroline nods. “Thank you. It means a lot.” Reduces the level of stress she’s under, if nothing else.

Her mum doesn’t leave, or say anything else. She just stays there, sitting, watching.

Caroline looks so much like her—it’s like looking into a distorted mirror image. Mum’s got her head angled a little, probably unconscious, and her eyes are depthless.

“Mom?”

Mum’s eyes fall on her hands. Her ring. The one with the black stone, not the blue. “Why do you stay here, Caroline?”

Caroline straightens. She doesn’t need to hear any more of this—she cuts the rest of the speech her mum had prepared with a wave of her hand. “Don’t.”

“I’m serious. Your engagement clearly isn’t—”

“Klaus will return to me,” she snaps back. “As soon as the Alcaide amulet is in our possession, and knowing us, that’s sooner rather than later that we’re looking at.”

“Caroline—”

“And even if he never does …” She shakes her head. “There is so much more I’m doing here, Mom. It’s not just about him. I have a family here, I have a place, a role, responsibilities and privileges, and …” She swallows. “My life is here, Mom. And what a life it is.

“Don’t ask that of me, Mom. You know I can’t give you that. You know I don’t want to.”

Her mother looks away. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you don’t … understand. This thing between Klaus and me. But I didn’t jump into life in New Orleans, into an engagement, head-first with no consideration. I guess it may have seemed that way to you, since I didn’t exactly, like, consult with you before I did these things, so maybe it seems like it all came out of nowhere … but it didn’t, Mom. This was a long time coming, all of it. This stupid amnesia curse is just another hurdle on the road, but I’ve broken through every hurdle that came before it.”

“I just want what’s best for you.”

Caroline shrugs. “I know that.” Her dad wanted what was best for her, and so did Tyler, and Matt, and scores of other people. “But Mom, you have to trust me to know what’s best for me myself.”

“Is this?” Mum waves her hand all over the office, as if she can sense the gore that was on her desktop just a moment ago. “Is this what’s best for you? You’ll never have peace here.”

“I’m a vampire, I’d never have peace in the usual sense anyway. But I’m with my family here. I’m doing something worth doing.”

“Ruling?” Mum asks.

Caroline gives her a look. “Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. This city is a safe haven for the supernatural. Here, we can thrive. We are closer to living out in the open than anywhere else in the world, and when we don’t have to worry about hunters picking us all off, we have the time, the space, for our culture to flourish. There is so much of it, Mom. Millennia-worth.”

“And it’s your duty to safeguard that?”

“Why not?”

“I hope you know …” Mum attempts, then tries again: “I hope you know I just want you to be happy.”

“I know.”

“Okay. Okay.” Mum wipes her hands on the legs of her trousers. “I love you.”

Caroline nods. “And I you.”

And that is it.

[lunarsun12]

Freaky Friday Dream

Masterlist

The night before Mingi was upset with Seonghwa, as he didn’t believe that San was the one. Who planted the flour bomb and he got the blamed and he wished Seonghwa never existed.

When Mingi woke up, he noticed his family is acting very strange. He ignored it the for the whole day until it gets worse and worse. Mingi decided to text his family, questioning their strange behaviour….

Is this Mingi reality or is just a dream?

Back At Ateez Family Chat

Today 18:00

Mingi🦄: WHAT IS GOING ON TODAY! WHY IS EVERYONE ACTING SO DIFFERENT!!

Yeosang🐩: Eomma Mingi? Let have a talk and I baked some cookies with some love

Wooyoung🦊: Eomma Mingi…you should keep your voice down. I don’t want to be San target again

Mingi🦄: Wooyoung? You scared of San? That NEVER HAPPENS! You have no fear!!

Wooyoung🦊: STOP YELLING! It’s making me scared!!

Mingi🦄: Where is Eomma and Appa? They need to fix this!!

Jongho👶: Eomma Mingi I Lub wou!

Mingi🦄: Jongho…? What with the attitude…? You being cute..? Eomma..?

Yunho😎: Ugh Eomma Mingi still yapping…? Tell him to shut up! Like I did with Wooyoung

Wooyoung🦊: P-please be quiet Eomma! Before you know gets me

Hongjong🐿️: Food is ready! San and Yunho stop intimidating wooyoung and Jongho. They are a fragile!

Mingi🦄: Hold up! hold up! San and Yunho being mean…NAHHHH that not like them. Appa you must be mistaken

Hongjong🐿️: Mingi jagi, I hope you have nice day at work! Also stop calling me Appa! The kids will get the wrong idea!

Yeosang🐩: Mingi you our Eomma! Remember? It must have been all the stress. Let me give you hug!

Mingi🦄: WHAT! I AM THE MOTHER!! IM TOO YOUNG TO BECOME A PARENT! MARRIED TO APPA EWWWWW

Mingi🦄: Where is Eomma ah I mean Seonghwa?

There was a long pause…it like it was a taboo to say his name.

Hongjong🐿️: Hah hah Mingi-ah is so funny! Why would the mafia boss be here!

Mingi🦄: Say what…now…?

Yeosang🐩: Yeah he has been over the news! We in hiding, remember you the one who sent him to prison!

Mingi🦄: What..? I ain’t no detective and I am not even qualified to be one!!

San👹: About the mafia boss, I told him you were here. Sooo he is coming you….

Yunho😎: My man I love you bro!

San👹: This is why we are the perfect duo

Jongho👶: THAT SO MEAN WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO EOMMA!hmph

Yunho😎: Vengence! If that Mingi haven’t shown up! We would have ruled this house!!

Hongjong🐿️: RUN!SEONGHWA IS HERE! He has his men with guns! See ya mingi you on your own!

Mingi🦄: Wait what? I’m not gonna die! Someone help help help

End of Mingi Dream…

It was early in the morning in the Ateez household, it was interrupted by Mingi scream by yelling for help.

The next morning…

Back At Ateez Family Chat

Today 7:00

Jongho🍎: Mingi! That is some strange dream! Seriously me being a baby that is unheard off!!

Yunho🐶: Me and San duo nahhh! That is unheard off…Wooyoung won’t let me have him if I wanted to

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Also! What with me being lame! I want to be cool one like San and Yunho

San🗻: Mingi our mother, then we probably lost Yeosang by now….

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: I still think Appa marrying Mingi was the worst part. Cause that is gross!!

Yeosang🍗: Mingi did you watch Freaky Friday with Jongho before bed? That sounded like freaky Friday

Mingi🦄: THANK GOODNESS I AM ALIVE!!

Jongho🍎: That what sounded familiar! Oh man if I had freaky Friday. I will be king heh heh

Yunho🐶: Jongho stop with the goblin noise. I can hear it from the living room

Mingi🦄: I just wanted to say I LOVE YOU ALL AND PLEASE NEVER CHANGE!!

30mins later…

Mingi was minding his own business, feeling relieved he is back to reality. Until he heard knock at the front door and revealed Seonghwa dressed in black and immediately ran away.

Seonghwa🌸: Mingi!! Don’t runaway! I’m not scary, that my deep cleaning suit

Mingi🦄: MAFIA SEONGHWA IS COMING FOR ME!!

Seonghwa🌸: What? Mafia?

Mingi🦄: TAKE APPA HE ABANDONED ME!!

Yeosang🍗: Even in Mingi dream, Appa ended up running away. Like he does in real life

Seonghwa🌸: Some dream that kid has..