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jamespotterismydaddy · 1 year ago

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Lord Husband (Chapter 5)

cregan x reader

word count: 1,606 words

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A private carriage. You thank the gods for small victories. Being locked in a small box for a month with nobody but Cregan Stark for company would’ve been the thing that pushed you over the edge of insanity. Or, you likely would have killed him.

Perhaps it was more his safety they are concerned over rather than my comfort. You think to yourself.

The preparations for your departure have been immensely extravagant and your mother has already commissioned ten new dresses and five nightgowns just to tie you over until the royal family flies in for the wedding. You’ll spend another whole month courting Cregan (in Winterfell this time) before the ceremony and you don’t know if you want the spectacle to be drawn out more to prolong your unmarried freedom or if you just want it to be over with.

You ignore the thoughts as you make your way down to the courtyard with Baela and Rhaena on each arm and Ser Robert trailing after you.

“I’m going to miss you awfully.” Rhaena says sentimentally.

“You’ll have to write to me with every bit of court gossip. Gods know that the boys won’t do a very good job at keeping me filled in.” You roll your eyes dramatically, trying to keep it all lighthearted.

“You’ll write to us plenty as well, tell us all about the joys of marriage.” Baela says with a little smirk.

“I hardly believe there’ll be many joys to rave about.” You say with a scoff.

“I wouldn’t be so sure. From what i’ve heard, northern men are very good with… their tongues.” The elder twin says scandalously. You think you hear Ser Robert choke on water from behind you.

“Baela!” Rhaena scolds but she giggles too.

��I don’t want his tongue anywhere near me.” You say as you shoot her a glare.

“Then you are as dumb as you are pretty.” You roll your eyes at this.

“His assumed skills don’t matter if I do not like him.” You say primly.

“You don’t have to like him to appreciate the look of him.” Baela says as she lifts a hand to inspect her nails.

“I agree. You know what they say about men with large hands…” Rhaena trails off and you glare at her as well.

“Do not team up against me.” You say.

“We are only trying to help you to look on the bright side. You’ll be with him for the rest of your lives.” Rhaena says softly. It’s a thought that you don’t really want to think about.

“Perhaps after I give him a son, we will become estranged and he will allow me to retire to Dragonstone.” You reply wistfully. The twins exchange a look.

“And what of your son?”

You sigh and say, “Any child I have will be his, not mine.”

“But they will also be Valyrians. They could be dragonriders. They will need a Valyrian to teach them.” Baela says. The idea of a child with a dragon, not knowing its history, not knowing how to care for it, is a sad thought.

“Motherhood is as noble a path as any.” Rhaena says, in an attempt to make you feel better.

“Not if it’s forced.”

There is an awkward silence after that and you feel bad, being the one who caused it. Your closest friends, your sisters, they only wanted to comfort you, to make you excited about the journey and you’ve made them feel bad for trying.

“I do quite like some of the dresses her Grace commissioned for me, though.” You say with a little grin and both of the girls light up.

“Oh yes, they’re all so beautiful. I don't know if I could even pick a favourite.” Rhaena gushes.

“I can.” Baela says. “The deep maroon velvet one. Ugh, the sleeves on it are to die for. It’s far too hot to be wearing such fashion in King’s Landing. We’d be sweltering.” Baela pouts a little at that but then grins. “You’ll be the icon of the North when it comes to gowns.”

“I intend to be the icon of the North when it comes to everything.” You say with a faux level of superiority as you come around to the stairs that go down to the courtyard.

There are many nobles waiting to see you off and Cregan Stark stands right at the front, waiting for you and looking as disgustingly handsome as ever. You ignore him and make your way to the ladies who won’t be accompanying you first, hugging them and trying not to tear up. You hope Cregan is offended by how you brush by him. Then, you reach your siblings. Your goodbyes to your family are short and proper, you’ll see them at the wedding anyhow. Your goodbye with your mother is… tense if nothing else.

You turn to Cregan at this point, knowing that you need to have a public interaction before you get into your carriage. Even if you enjoy being the centre of attention, you don’t want to waste the creation of gossip if you’re not there to see how it all goes down.

Lord Stark bows deeply. “Princess, I am glad to be accompanying you to your new home.”

“I thank you for your protection on the long trip that lies ahead of us.” You say in response, your voice cordial and dripping with charisma.

“It is my honour.” He holds out a hand and you take it, allowing him to help you up the steps, into the carriage. Your two handmaidens follow after you. When the door shuts, you sigh, ready for the long trip to be over already.

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As the trip properly starts, you begin to remember how much you hate carriage rides. Short ones are usually fine but you’ve been sitting in the wheeled contraption for hours now and it's making you awfully dizzy.

“Your Grace? Are you well?” Rose, your handmaiden, speaks up. She looks concerned for your state.

“I am fine. I perhaps just need to rest for a moment.” You say, a bit breathlessly, as you shift to lay down, resting your head in your other handmaiden’s lap.

“Are you sure, princess? You look a little green.” Safia speaks up as she begins to stroke your hair.

“It’s this stupid carriage. And the road for seven hells. How can it be so uneven?” You groan and Safia starts to rub your temples.

“It is awful, I know.” She soothes but her kind words don’t help. You just feel more and more nauseous.

“Oh gods.” You groan.

“Princess, are you going to be sick?” Rose asks, and to your dismay, you believe you are about to be sick.

You nod a little and she stands, banging on the roof. “Stop the carriage!” She calls out to the driver.

Before you’re even fully stopped, Rose pushes open the door and Safia helps you to your feet. You stumble out of the carriage and unceremoniously, onto the grass. You fall to your hands and knees, breathing heavily. You thank the gods when you don’t actually throw up and the churning of your stomach begins to slow with the help of a stationary position and fresh air.

“What is happening? Is the princess alright?”

Oh gods why does he have to see this? You think to yourself as the young Lord Stark’s voice rings through the air.

“The movement of the carriage makes her unwell, my lord.” Safia says.

“Oh of course.” He murmurs and wanders off for a moment. You feel hopeful that he just decided to leave you but he’s back before you know it and kneeling by your side. “Here, eat this.” He says and gives you a gentle smile as he holds out ginger for you.

“Why would I eat tha-” He seems to know that you were going to kick up a fuss so as you are mid-sentence, he puts the piece of ginger in your mouth.

“Chew.” He says simply. Your eyes are wide and you want to refuse but you also don’t necessarily want to spit it out like a spoiled child. So, you apprehensively begin to chew the root, trying not to make a face at the peppery flavour. “Good.” He speaks again. “You’ll feel better now.” You think he looks far too pleased as he stands up in front of you and offers you his hand. You begrudgingly take it and he pulls you up with so much ease that you hardly even had to try and stand.

You brush your skirts off, feeling spiteful even if Cregan just helped you.

He just looked far too smug about it. You assure yourself as you make your way back into your carriage.

Before the door is closed, your betrothed speaks up, “Perhaps I could join you, princess. Just to make sure you’re feeling better.” The smile he gives you is almost sneaky, as if there is some sort of hidden innuendo in there. You feel that he enjoys toying with you.

“That would be terribly improper.” You speak only loud enough for him to hear.

“Yes, of course.” He says but the cheeky grin never fades, even as he walks to his horse.

“Strange.” Rose says. “Most lords would enjoy the comforts of a carriage themselves.”

“Perhaps it would be an excuse to sneak into here.” Safia says scandalously.

“Then he shall be perpetually disappointed.” You say as you settle into your seat.

The procession begins to move again and through all the bumps and uneven roads, and as more time passes, the nausea that plagued you never returns.

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fayes-fics · 2 years ago

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Rescue and Ruin

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Anthony rescues something for you... and it will likely lead to your ruin.

Warnings: None really. Flirting, sexual tension, banter, and the promise of more. A lot of teasing, soaking wet Viscount.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Unbetaed. Very belated request fill for @daisfordaysstuff (request: I’m rewatching season 2 again, and I think I need one on this scene [lake Anthony]). I just had to post an Anthony story today to commemorate the birthday of Jonathan Bailey, the man who plays this titan of a fictional character. This is actually my oldest request fill, lingering in my inbox since Sept 2022. Sorry, my lovely; I hope late is better than never. I just got an idea of how I wanted this to play out. I hope you enjoy <3

“I’ll get it!”

A chivalrous call comes as you watch in dismay as your favourite bonnet take off in a gust of wind and flies over the lake, landing almost gracefully about twenty feet out into the gently rippling water.

You had just stolen down to the water's edge to get away from the crowds for a few moments of solitude, drawn to the beauty of the water as the sun danced on the little peaks caused by the gusty breeze. It had looked like a shimmering mirage from the terrace.

You are shocked when the one and only Viscount Anthony Bridgerton gives you a brief, polite nod as he passes you, then dives off a little jetty, still fully clothed, making you gasp loudly.

What on earth?!?

This is his garden party. Well, strictly his mother's, but he is Viscount, and this is the Bridgerton family country estate, Aubrey Hall. You are still awestruck to be here, a guest of your maternal aunt you are staying with here in Kent. Why on earth he would dive into his lake to rescue something as trivial as a hat seems mystifying. You are certain he has staff that could assist rather than take it upon himself and quite clearly ruin his outfit.

He re-emerges to the surface from his dive and swims with awe-inspiring speed towards your hat as it skates across the surface, propelling along not unlike some toy boat. When he finally reaches it, he holds it aloft triumphant and twists to swim back one-handed as he keeps it above the water.

You find yourself drawn down to the jetty he jumped off of. To give your thanks, express your surprise, and take back your hat and hope it is salvageable. You twist around to check, but all the other party guests seem oblivious to the incident or his actions, the string quartet playing so loudly closer to the house and the buffet table so laden everyone's eyes and ears are preoccupied.

“Thank you, my lord,” you demure as he pulls up to the jetty and places your bonnet on the wooden slats by your feet. “That was completely unnecessary, but I am, of course, so very grateful,” you curtsy and pick up the bonnet.

Luckily, thanks to his swift actions, it will be fine. Just the brim and lower edge touched the water. You wring out the soaked ribbons as best you can, then wrap them around your neck and tie them in a secure bow. It may be too wet to wear on your head for now, but at least it should dry while tied securely and draped down over your back. You curtsy again as you feel him watching you, unsure what else to do to convey your gratitude.

He laughs, and you see him fighting with the buttons on his jacket, still standing in the lake, the water around waist height. “There is no need to curtsy or to be so formal Miss…?” he squints up at you expectantly.

“Oh, it's Miss y/l/n,” you rush out and, for some reason, curtsy again.

“I mean it; please stop curtsying, especially to a man in such a state as me,” he says drolly, fighting off his jacket and tossing it, sodden and heavy, onto the jetty.

You are blatantly staring as he peels away his waistcoat and fights with his cravat. His thin cotton white shirt has turned entirely transparent in the water; it is barely there. Under it, you can see so much skin, toned and rippling muscle as his jerking movements strip off his clothing. Over his chest is a patch of dark hair clinging to the material you cannot look away from. You have never even so much as seen how a man looks without a shirt on before, and this sight makes your heart pound and your body tingle.

Glancing up from his actions, the corner of his mouth quirks up, and you know he has caught you—openly ogling him. Your cheeks are aflame, and you cut your eyes away.

“You may look, Miss y/l/n,” his pitch has dropped to something low and velvety, and it buzzes right into your core. Hesitantly your eyes dart back to his handsome face; the lip quirk spreads into a devastating, stunning smile. “It is alright; no one has marked us,” he assures, his gaze cutting to your right towards the house, then back to your face. “You shall not have broken any rules of propriety by talking with me. Or staring at me as you are,” he teases, an eyebrow arching appealingly.

“My lord, that is not what….” You begin to protest, knowing it's a lie even as you voice it; your reflex to appear chaste is so crucial to your need to find a match that your aunt and parents are so desperate for you to make.

But your words die out as he places both hands firmly on the dock and propels himself up and out of the water in one swift, athletic move. Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth as he unfurls upwards from the kneeling position, drawing up to his full height. Water sluices down his body and makes his clothing cling to every single contour of his toned, defined torso. He looms closer; you tilt backwards, entranced by the tracks of droplets over the lines of his handsome face, his burned umber eyes catching the sunlight and boring into you as he crowds closer.

“Do not lie to yourself or to me, Miss y/l/n,” he rumbles, “we both know you were and, indeed, continue to stare”.

His words make your body riot; your stays feel too tight for your lungs to breathe, your skin pricking hot. He’s so close now you can smell the vaguely mossy lake smell on his skin, on what little clothing he has left on; it’s dancing there on the breeze alongside something spicier and amber that you can only assume is his cologne. You want to stutter an apology, to offer your thanks again, to ask him to leave, to ask him to stay, to ask him to touch you—so many jumbled, contradictory thoughts.

“The more pertinent question is, do you like what you see?” he murmurs and leans in, his words ghosting warm on the shell of your ear.

This is the sort of thing your aunt has warned you about. Rakes. Handsome, wealthy, titled men who will tease and take what they can from young, innocent ladies such as yourself. You want to be affronted, tell him to desist, and give him a scathing remark about appropriate behaviour. But once again, you don't. Your body drawn to him, you want to trace your fingers over the swell of his chest muscles, to feel those strong arms grab your waist and haul you against his sodden form.

“No answer is, in some ways, an answer,” he chuckles with a lilt that is both arrogant and devastatingly attractive.

“My lord, we may be seen at any moment…” Your protest is weak and breathy, not moving away as he continues to stand far too close to you, as lake water drips onto your shoes.

Suddenly a clammy hand wraps around your elbow, and you are being pulled towards the nearby cluster of thick trees and bushes that abut the lake. You almost stumble and smack into him face-first as he pulls up short and releases your arm. The air feels cooler here, with dappled shade, verdant and alive with the scent of flowering bushes and leaves. The view of the house and, indeed, the party guests is wholly obscured. No one would ever know you are here.

“Do you have an answer now that we cannot be seen?” he breathes inches from you, towering over you.

“My lord… I,” you cannot find words, hanging your head. You know this is wrong. Very wrong. Your aunt would kill you for being this wanton, for allowing him to do this to you. And yet…. Every fibre of your being wants this. To see what he will do. To see what you will let him do. You suspect it's more than you even understand.

“Say it after me….” he intones, a finger tilting your chin up to look into his fiery gaze.

“I…” he begins.

“I…” you parrot.

“Like…”

“Like,” you repeat, and the grin on his face grows wider.

“What….”

“What,” your breath quickening with each word.

“I…”

“I,” that finger still lingers under your chin, caressing gently.

“See.”

“See,” you exhale shakily.

“There. Now was that so hard…hmmm?” he teases, that finger now joined by his thumb stroking over the point of your chin, the lake water running down his forearm to the point of material bunched under his elbow that now drips down the front of your dress. The dampness seeps through the material and into your heated skin.

The cord of tension in the air is palpable. You don't know what to say or what to do.

“I have another question for you,” he buzzes, and the fingers on your chin slip lower, over your throat, lighting a line of fire as they trail over your delicate skin. Your pulse pounding in your veins. You swallow hard and feel the calloused fingertips trace into your suprasternal notch. “Maybe this one you can answer,” he huffs a sarcastic laugh as your body spirals and you fight to keep your breath even.

“What is it, my lord?” your voice barely a whisper.

“Would you be willing to help me, your gracious host today, get dry?” he practically purrs.

“How…. how on earth could I do that?” you stumble.

He smiles predatory and so handsome you give up and let your chest heave, ragged breathing.

“Under your dress, you wear a chemise, do you not?” he continues, those fingers tracing over the wet bow of your bonnet strings tied over your clavicle.

“Yes, my lord,” you answer shakily.

“Well did you know such items can be an excellent towel in a pinch,” he shrugs one shoulder and lifts an eyebrow as his fingers slip lower over your breastbone until they reach the neckline of your dress, at the swell of your breast.

There is no point in pretending he is not utterly destroying you now. You can’t school anything—the blush darkening over your skin, creeping up from your chest, the tingle in your lips, the hot flush you feel all over. A viscous pulse in your underwear that feels entirely alien and where your decision-making seems to be centred at right this very moment.

“So I suppose my last question, for now, is, are you willing to give it to me?” you gasp at his turn of phrase as those fingers swirl patterns over the neckline of your dress. “Your chemise, of course,” he amends with a wink.

Utter, utter rake.

“H-how can I give you my chemise without removing my dress too?” you wonder aloud.

“Well, that is the challenge, isn't it?” he smirks. “Now I can see two options here. I can do the gentlemanly thing, turn my back and allow you to undress and then you may hand me your chemise once decent again. I will dry myself the best I can and return to the house to change.”

“And the second option?” you cannot resist querying.

“Ahh, that,” he seems to pull even closer, and the fingers slip over the neckline and onto the silk ruching that covers your breasts; even through the material layers, you can feel his fingers lingering over your nipple and the throbbing between your legs turns almost painful. “The second option is that I am not a gentleman. Not in the slightest,” his answer cryptic but dripping with a dark, forbidden promise.

“What does that involve…?” you pant.

You watch, enthralled, as his tongue pokes out of his mouth and licks his bottom lip, and in seeming slow-motion, his mouth begins to form a shape to speak words…

“ANTHONY!!”

The yell is from a few feet away, on the other side of the bushes. Both of you jump apart as if burned.

“ANTHONY?!” the male voice calls again, “ARE YOU AROUND?”

It's obvious the person has no idea you are merely a few feet away, only that they are looking for him.

Stay here, Anthony mouths silently, and you nod, your heart beating wildly at the whiplash of experiences.

With one rueful glance at you, at the interrupted moment, he turns around and fights through the mass of foliage back out to the lawn.

“Oh, there you are!” the voice exclaims. “We wondered what the devil had happened to you!!”

“Colin…” you hear him respond.

“Hell and the devil. Why are you soaked through?? Did you decide to go for a swim fully clothed? Did you find my special tea??” his voice ramping up in incredulity as he likely clocks Anthony's bedraggled appearance.

“I have no idea what you are referring to,” Anthony’s reply seems clipped. “I rescued a small beautiful creature, if you must know,” he obfuscates.

“Ahh, hero antics,” Colin laughs. “Well, you had better go change right away. Mother expects you to make a toast for our esteemed guests in a few minutes.”

You hear Anthony’s frustrated noise of derision and have to stifle your giggle behind the back of your hand between deep breaths, trying to bring yourself back to a state of normality after the rollercoaster of experiences you just had.

“Urghhh, alright,” Anthony sighs, embattled, “I think I dropped my pocket watch back in the bushes. Give me one moment to find it, and I will accompany you back to the house.”

“Side entrance,” Colin responds dryly.

“Indeed,” you hear Anthony call.

You tense as the bushes before you start to rustle as he fights through them to reach you. He stalks up to you, and you gasp audibly.

“Shhh,” he warns quietly, his lips right at your ear, gusting hot, “it looks as if I must sadly depart. Your chemise is safe for today, Miss y/l/n.”

With a boldness you didn’t know yourself capable of, you grab the shirt's sleeves rolled up around his elbows.

“I would never want not to be helpful to you, my lord,” you whisper tremulant, fingers twisting in the soaked fabric. “If removing my chemise can ever be of assistance to you in future, please be sure to let me know.”

You cannot believe you allow yourself to say something so scandalous.

He pulls back slightly, and it's his turn to exhale unsteadily, his pupils dilated; his expression wild. You can see a vein hammering in his throat.

“Oh goddd,” he moans, closing his eyes as if pained.

“What?” concern suddenly flooding your tone.

His eyes reopen, and they pin you with their intensity.

“Mark my words,” his tone is low, gravelly, “if you continue to talk so brazenly, it will only encourage me.”

It is the sexiest warning bell you have ever heard.

“And if you continue to tease and defy me, I will pursue you. Relentlessly,” he growls, and once again, your body is rioting.

“Good god. How long does it take to find a pocket watch, man?” Colin calls impatiently, once again breaking the moment between you as it threatens to bubble over.

“I've found it!” Anthony twists to call over his shoulder. “I’ll be there presently!”

“Hurry up!” Colin grouses.

Anthony turns back, and his breath is hot over your cheek. He seems to stare at your lips for an inordinate amount of time as you stare back. Transfixed.

“Today, I shall be a gentleman,” he states reluctantly and draws away slightly. “However…” and your heart spikes in victory, “once that clock strikes midnight. I make no promises. And I shall be standing right here,” his tone decisive, his finger pointing to the spot right by his feet. “Just so you and your chemise will know where to find me,” he rumbles, then gives you a polite bow and is gone.

You have to grab onto a tree to stop yourself from swooning. Already knowing you will be stealing away from your room as the clock strikes midnight. Uncaring of consequences.

You want him to ruin you.

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justmeinadaze · 1 year ago

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Little Girl Gone Part 3 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I tried to grab all the tags! If I missed any let me know :)

Warnings: Gangster Eddie/Officer Steve & Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, slight degrading, spanking, slapping, handcuffs, etc. FLUFF, more details about the guys relationship,

ANGST, Per the previous chapters cliffhanger we get to meet Jason Carver and he causes problems triggering Eddie to react impulsively. Steve and Y/N spend the bulk of the chapter trying to talk him out of it. Steve and Y/N talk about past relationships, The boys fight but its an understanding between them (you'll see what I mean), technically not a cliffhanger ending this time!

Word Count: 6883

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Clearing your throat, you regained your composure as you feigned a smile and extended your palm out to shake his.

“Hello there Mr. Carver. How can I help you today?”

“Well, like I told the young lady out there, I’m just here for a checkup. I’m embarrassed to say I wasn’t even aware this little office was here and so close to my house!”, he chuckled as he leaned against the counter.

Your head slightly ticked to the side at his statement as you pretended to read his chart. Carver’s side of Hawkins was nowhere near your clinic with you actually being a lot closer to Eddie’s building then any of Jason’s.

“Is that right?”

As the gangster nods, he turns his back to you for a moment to check his phone allowing you to sneak towards your sink and turn on the water as you pretended to wash your hands, utilizing your own device as you call Eddie’s phone.

“If anything happens, you see something or feel unsafe just call my cell. I’m more likely to answer than Steve who’s always on the move.”

Casually fumbling with your hair, you slide the wireless earbud into your ear and slide your device back into your pocket just as Jason turns back around.

“Please forgive me. Didn’t mean to break one of your rules.”, he laughs softly as he points to your “No Cell Phones” sign.

“Hey princess. I was just thinking about you.”, Eddie’s voice sweetly flowed from your phone.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Mr. Carver. I completely understand.” You heard clicking that sounded like a gun being loaded as you focused on the man in front of you. “Now was there a particular reason you felt like you needed a checkup or did you just wanted to keep up appearances?”

“No Steve, fuck you. I’m not staying put. This fucker has the nerve to come on to MY territory and…well then I’ll meet you there. You better get there before me because I swear to God if this asshole wants a war… The fuck did you just say to me!? Goddamn it!”

“I have to confess; I did have a bit of a reason. My head and my shoulder have really been bothering me.”

“Steve’s on the way, Y/N. He said he’s a couple of minutes away and so am I. Just stay calm, baby.”

“That’s not uncommon with things like…migraines. I, um, I can run some tests and prescribe you some medication that…that will help.”

Jason takes a few steps toward you as he speaks.

“I would appreciate that. It just genuinely feels like I got shot in the forehead or something.”, he chuckles as he moves again till he’s right in front of you.

“I think you should leave.”

“Aw, why? I’ve heard from the community around here that you’d be the person to come to for pain and I’m in a lot of it. You see, I had to bury one of my close friends yesterday.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, honey.”

“Don’t call me that.”, you growl making him smirk down at you before pushing some of your hair behind your ear displaying the earbud.

“She seems like a strong one, Munson. Beautiful. Girl in uniform. You definitely have a type.”

“Don’t touch me either.”

“Or what, honey, huh?”

The exam room door flies open as Steve barrels through with his gun drawn.

“Jason. You’re on the wrong side of town.”

“Put me on speaker, Y/N.”

Removing the device from your ear, you do what he says and hold your phone towards the gangster whose eyebrows raise in amusement.

“Is that my favorite rival?”

“Jason… you’re playing with fire. First you come on my territory, kidnap, and hurt Steve. Then you send one of your idiots to point a gun in my face. Normally this would be strike three but I’m giving you an out here. Stay away from them and off my side of Hawkins and we’ll do the same.”

“You know, Eddie, that sounds like a sweet deal. Let me talk it over with my team and…oh wait. You killed half my team.”

“You hurt the man I love. You started this… Don’t play the victim now.”

“No, you know who’s a victim? Andrew, Patrick, Samuel, and all of my other friends you killed.”, he sneered as his eyes met your own. “Soon you’ll know what it feels like. You won’t know when or where, freak, but I assure you I will be there when your pig and little whore here become victims to. Unless… you want to switch sides and come with me, pretty girl.”

As his hand reached out to touch your face, your fist reached out to punch him, knocking him backwards just in time for Steve to move forward, grab your wrist, and pull you behind him.

“Like you said, asshole, I have a type. She’s a lot stronger than she seems. However…”

The door to the room opens again as Eddie saunters in cocking his gun and points it in the other man’s face.

“If you ever pull a stunt like this again or lay one hand on her, there will be nowhere you could run where we wouldn’t find you. I’m not Allen, Jason. I’m not going to let the stupid bullshit you used to do slide.”

Moving aside to stand by Steve, he allowed the gangster to stand and adjust his suit as he headed for the door.

“You’re right, Munson. You aren’t Allen. The streets ran better with him in charge and you’re nothing like him. You may think these people respect you but I assure you they pity you.”, he spat before leaving the way he came.

The officer immediately turned around and cupped your head in his hands.

“Are you ok, honey? You did really good.”

You aggressively nod, gripping his wrist as you lean your forehead against his.

“Yeah, I’m ok. What does this mean?”

“It means I fucking slaughter that asshole and show him exactly how people respect me.”, Eddie grumble as tucked away his weapon.

“No, it doesn’t. That’s something impulsive Allen would do but not you.”

The gangster chuckled under his breath casually walking towards the officer, placing himself mere inches from him with a stoic expression but eyes filled with fury.

“That’s the second time today you, Steven, have insinuated I’m acting like my father and second person today to compare me to him. I am the boss of the Munson crew and I know how to handle my business. Now, go back to being the dirty cop and shut the fuck up.”

“I’m dirty because of you, babe. Everything I do is for you.”

“Wait…”, you begged as you step between them, each man prepared to duke it out here in your exam room. “Wait, don’t do this here. We can talk about it tonight in your loft.”

“We?”, Eddie sneered as he backed away. “You two can come over but the conversation will be the same. I know what I’m doing and neither of you have any say but especially you, little girl.”

“The head of a gang just threatened my life. I’m allowed to have an opinion on this.”

“Edward Munson, don’t do anything till we talk or I swear to God, I will arrest you and take you in myself.”

The gangster bit his bottom lip, huffing at he turned to leave.

“Well then bring your handcuffs, sweetheart, because you will need them.”

##############

Steve stayed with you the rest of the day and after you got off, drove with you to Eddie’s building. As soon as you both stepped in you could feel the energy buzzing around what happened.

“Hey Marcus. Please tell me he’s at least in his apartment.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington, but he has had people coming and going.”

“Great. Thanks, bud.”

The man behind the desk smiles at you as you wave politely, your other hand firmly locked with the officer’s as he led you to the elevator.

“Is this normal? Have you ever seen him like this?”, you ask.

“Uh, yeah, but not at this scale.” As the door to the elevator closes, he sighs before turning to face you. “We meant what we said, Y/N, about not hurting you or anything like that but we both can get feisty when we’re heated. If anything makes you feel uncomfortable or you get scared just say that word we taught you, ok?”

The entire week you stayed with them after what happened with Andrew, you not only spent that time getting to know each other but they explained some rules they like to follow when it comes to “playing rough.” Steve told you that due to their line of work sometimes they liked to take out their stresses on each other which made you giggle at the time when his eyes playfully rolled back.

“We like to go all out, you know? Slapping, choking, degrading… of course, honey, you don’t have to do any of that.”

“I don’t mind you doing any of that. Just don’t like punch me or cut me.”

“Sweetheart, we aren’t into that kinda thing either. Trust me, we see it enough out there.”, Eddie teases as he points absently towards the window. “If you don’t like something we’re doing or you need us to stop just say ‘Red’, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, Munson. She has manners. I like that.”

“Yes, sir.”

The officer grins as he leans down to kiss your lips.

As soon as you enter Eddie’s apartment you’re stunned by the chaos around you. There were guns laid out in random sections of the living room with a gigantic map of Hawkins on the coffee table. Walking further in, you noticed pieces of glass shattered against the wall with liquid that smelled like bourbon surrounding it.

“Ed, this is a rash jump. Shouldn’t the retaliation be level with the offense? A war seems…extreme.”

“Alright, Gareth, what would be level for openly threatening me and the people I care about, hm? Kill more insignificant lackies? Steal some of his product? No. If this is what he wants then I’m going to give it to him.”

“Jesus, man. You sound like—” The gangster’s angry glare cut him off as he rose to his feet, relief panting his features when he noticed Steve. “You know we’d follow you anywhere but we…I really think you should reevaluate your strategy.”

Eddie ignores him as he holds his current glass of alcohol in his hand to his forehead as he continues to focus on the image in front of him. The officer pats Gareth shoulder comfortingly as he leaves and you exhale your nerves as you watch these two men you’ve grown fond of interact.

***

“I see you didn’t wait for me.”, Steve sighed with agitation.

“You’re right, I didn’t, but I haven’t made any definitive moves yet so you’re right on time to say your peace.”

“Eddie, I’m not playing around. If you start a gang war in the middle of Hawkins, I will arrest you and throw you in a cell myself. If you want to act like your dad then I can treat you like him.”

The long-haired man slammed his glass against the table and rose to his feet, striding angrily towards the officer before shoving him furiously in the chest.

“Last time you tried that, babe, we barely made it halfway down the street before you were fucking me and letting me go! You think now you can follow through? After everything we’ve been through? Now that you love me.”

Steve stepped forward shoving the man back with his broad chest.

“With no hesitation, honey. I’d be doing it because I love you. I’m not going to let you get innocent people and/or yourself killed! There are other ways we can do this, Eddie.”

“There’s no other way. I’m tired of his cocky, entitled attitude and I gave him plenty of leeway! His response was to hurt you, threaten me, and intimidate Y/N? No. I won’t have that disrespect!”

“Eddie, doing this won’t gain you that respect. If anything, you’ll lose more or all of it.”, you added trying to help.

“Oh, sweetheart, if anyone has less say in this, it’s you.”

“My life is now on the line to as well as those innocent people Steve mentioned. I see and heal them every day! You told me when we first met that you didn’t kill people you didn’t have to. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie glared into his boyfriend’s eyes as he reached for his phone and started dialing.

“Hey, Jeff. Yeah, get everything together and—”

Steve hand flew, knocking the device from the gangster’s hand as he tumbled to the side and caught himself on the couch.

“Jeff, it’s Steve. Ignore that order. As a matter of fact, all of you head home for the night, ok? Mr. Munson and I need to have a talk so he won’t be making anymore decisions tonight.”

With exception force, he threw the phone hard against the wall, not even flinching when it shattered. Both men stared each other down as the fury burned around them and you’d be lying if you said watching them angerly pant as their dominance oozed from them didn’t turn you on a bit.

Eddie lunged toward him and you watched in aw as both men began to fight each other. The officer got the upper hand, pinning him to the floor, and pressing his knee into his shoulder blades as he handcuffed his hands behind his back.

“Be careful, Steve! He’s still healing.”

Rolling him onto his back, he checked the gangster’s wound that was exposed due his shirtless physique that had Steve not just checking his side but his entire upper body.

“Why are you acting so impulsively? This isn’t like you.”

“Well, this feels familiar. You sizing me up while I’m on my back, handcuffed. I’m starting to think the reason you restrain me is because you can’t control me without it. Just like how you think threatening to take me in will get me to submit to what you want.”

Keeping both knees straddling his waist, Steve’s palms caressed his stomach around to his back, his eyes never leaving his boyfriend’s as he removed the cuffs accepting the challenge.

“I can control you just fine without restraints. Now… are you done with your tantrum, little boy, or should we keep going?”

The condescension in his partner’s voice infuriated the gangster as he smacked him in the face and tried to throw him off him. This just spurred Steve on more as he grabbed the man’s wrists and held them to the floor.

“Honey, can you help me?”

Nodding, you scurried his way and when his eyes gestured towards his belt, you immediately unbuckled it, even going the extra step of pulling out his cock for him.

“Thank you, pretty girl.”, he coos, tilting his head towards you so you could kiss his lips as Eddie struggled beneath him. “See? She’s a good girl.”

“She IS a good girl. That’s why I’m doing this; to protect her.”

“Don’t. Don’t say you’re doing this for us, Eddie, because we don’t want you to do this.”

The gangster’s jaw clenched at your words causing Steve to sigh in frustration as he leaned down till the tip of his cock was resting on his lips.

“Open.” When his partner remained still, the pretty boy rolled his eyes, shuffling the man’s hands into one of his own so he could free his other to reach behind him and place it on the massive bulge in his slacks. “OPEN.”

Eddie’s eyes fluttered as Steve continued to massage him and without prompting you slide towards the gangster’s waist and unbuckled his pants as well.

“All the way off, baby. He needs to be exposed and vulnerable because that seems to be what he’s into now a days. Right, little boy? That’s what this move you’re planning will do.”

When Eddie moaned, Steve turned to see just as you were running your tongue down the veins of the man’s length.

“She’s a lot nicer than I am because I assure you I’m not going to be that gentle. Now…OPEN.”, he growled.

He tried to remain steadfast but when your lips enveloped him, Eddie couldn’t help but groan allowing Steve to slide into his awaiting mouth. Releasing him from his hold, the officer balanced his hands above his boyfriend’s head as he thrust into him as you lightly mewled at the feeling of Eddie’s palms petting your hair.

“Fuck. That’s it. Keep that sassy fucking mouth open for me.”

Coming around to their front, you help Steve remove his shirt before leaning down beside Eddie’s forehead to tenderly move his hair away from his face. Even though they were upset, both men sighed at the action. You were a nice contrast to their rough lifestyle, not just when you played but in their relationship as well.

“Eddie, please, there’s another way we can do this without people getting hurt.”

Wrapping his arms around his waist, the gangster flipped the officer over and you slid back a bit to allow them to wrestle. You noticed immediately that a lot of Eddie’s fight had decreased especially when Steve’s back hit the wall as he circled his legs around him, locking the long-haired boy in a position that had him thrown over his lap on his stomach with his ass exposed.

Gripping his wrists again in one hand, the other free one came down hard on his behind making Eddie groan.

“She’s talking to you and she’s right, Ed.” Squirming against his hold, Steve’s hand came down again. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?!”

“FUCK YOU!”

His deep, authoritative voice startled you but not his partner as his palm came down once more before sucking on two of his fingers and sliding them into his entrance.

“Are you trying to prove something? Everyone already knows you’re a badass to be feared if needed.” Eddie moaned as Steve’s fingers tapped that spot inside of him that drove him crazy. “You keep saying it’s a respect thing but I don’t believe you. People respect you except that fucking, preppy moron but that’s one man. We don’t need to kill a bunch of people to prove a point to him.”

Steve spanked him again as he mused.

“Is it me?”, you asked in a small voice that makes Eddie’s head hang as his hair blocks his face. “Is it because of what we talked about…about how I’m another vulnerability?”

“I won’t allow anyone to fucking hurt you.”, he grumbled as his eyes shot up to meet yours. “Anyone.”

With incredible force, Steve pushed him off his lap and rose to his feet, pulling up his pants, and collecting you in his arms before carrying you up the stairs to the bedroom.

“Grab anything you may need, honey. We’re going to my place.”

“You have a place?”

“Yeah. Can’t really have it on record that I live with a gangster.”, he chuckles, his face hardening as Eddie enters the room. “You promised me that you wouldn’t let your feelings for me affect what you did out there. We agreed that extended to her when we decided to bring her into our world. If you really want to fucking burn down Hawkins to show the city that we are yours then we’ll remove ourselves from the fucking equation. Oh, and she’s not a vulnerability. Personally, I think she’s one of our strengths. One of the few fucking positive things about us and in our lives.”

“Why do you think I’m trying to protect her?!”

“EXCUSE ME! But haven’t I protected you two?!”, you angrily spit towards Eddie. “You I’ve saved twice, remember? I don’t NEED you to protect me. I can protect myself just fine. I like knowing I have you two there for me though. I…I make myself vulnerable FOR you. That doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m not afraid of Jason Carver. If anything, I’m more afraid of you right now and what you might do.”

Eddie let out a heavy sigh as his palm flew up to his chest. Taking a hold of your hand, Steve led you past the brokenhearted gangster and out the front door.

##############

Grinning softly, you took in the new dwelling Steve had brought you to. It was a modest, brick interior, studio apartment on the fifth floor of a complex that had a good view of the city. The walls were pretty much bare except for the couple of pictures of sports cars and near his bed his certificate of graduation from the police academy. In the corner, he had set up a little gym area with weights and a treadmill with the same fantasy book off to the side that you remembered on Eddie’s nightstand.

When you flashed it to him questioningly, he smiled.

“Eddie loves that crap. Whenever he babbles about it, I at least want to know what he’s talking about.”

On his nightstand, he placed his badge and gun right beside the medication you prescribed him making you beam when you see he had been following your instructions. Beside his lamp and phone charger was a framed photo of him and Eddie different from the one the gangster had. In his photo, Eddie was on a kitchen counter somewhere with his legs reaching to wrap around Steve’s waist as his ringed fingers tugged at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. Their lips were inches apart, noses just barely touching as Steve smirked down at him.

“We need to get a picture of you so we both can have one.”

“Does it worry you? Like if you invite a friend over who’s on the force and they see that?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m kind of an asshole. I don’t have many friends.”, he laughs breathily as he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a seat beside you. “The friends I do have know about us. If I ever go somewhere work related or with any of the other officers I usually go to their places. And of course, I’m the only cop that goes to his place so…”

Your own fingers tenderly reach out to caress his cheek and run down his muscular back making him sigh as he closes his eyes.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah… I’m just…I’m just worried. I really don’t want him to this.”

“Would you genuinely take him in like you said?”

“I would. Which means I would most likely get arrested to.” Opening his eyes, he glances your way seeing the slight confusion as he continues. “If I just brought him, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d have to tell them how I knew it was him and then everything else but…at least he’d be safe. Unless they send him to the same place his dad is at…Fuck.”, he groans as he rubs his palms over his face.

“What would happen to me?”

His head abruptly turned at your question as he became more serious.

“Nothing, baby. I promise. You’d be safe. Eddie has people that would watch over you for us and of course anything else you may need they can get it.”

“I need you two.”, you cry as your head hangs. “I like you both so much… I don’t want to lose you.” Steve’s arm shot out to pull you to him so he could hold you tightly to his chest. “God, what is wrong with me? I’ve never been this, I don’t know, clingy before.”

“We tend to have that effect on women.” He laughs and pretends to flinch when you pull away to lightly slap his arm. “Does it bother you? I mean do you like it?”

“I do. It scares me a little bit sometimes. Eddie says we’re his vulnerabilities but for me…being open like this…in that particular headspace… Most men are always intimidated by me when they first meet me and lately I struggled to get past that first date. My last relationship…didn’t end well…so I put all my energy into finishing my PhD and working.”

“I can understand that. I did the same thing after my last relationship. It’s part of the reason I had the balls to go after Eddie. I did so much reconnaissance and sleuthing that I thought I had enough to bring in the leader of a mafia gang. He, uh, wasn’t what I thought he would be.”

“Kind?”

“Goofy. He told me a dad joke that made me laugh. By the time we got near the station, I didn’t want to let him go. Over the past 10 months, I’ve learned how sweet, nerdy, and adorable he can be.”

“I learned the same thing about you.” Steve scrunched his nose as he laughed at you. “I did. You were a bit of a jerk and I thought you hated me.”

“I told you I’m a jerk!”, he grinned till you both calmed down and he tenderly petted your head. “No, baby, I didn’t hate you.”

A knock on the door had you both more alert as he placed his finger over his mouth in a shushing motion while he reached for his weapon. Rising to your feet in preparation, you watched as he slowly moved towards the sound, exhaling after looking through his peephole.

Lowering his weapon, he opens the door to a disgruntled Eddie who barges through and throws his leather jacket on the couch, his face instantly softening when he sees yours.

“Why are you crying? Is everything ok?”

You wipe your face as he hurries towards you, giving you a once over as you nod.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m ok. We were just talking about you…how much we care about you.”

“Why are you here, Munson? Don’t you have a massacre to dictate?”

Blinking, he readjusts himself so he can address you both.

“Steve, when you showed up at my door after Carver’s guys jumped you, it scared the hell out of me. You were in so much pain and…”, his voice cracks before clearing his throat as he continues. “I remember what it was like having the shit kicked out of me and the fact that someone had the balls to do that to someone I love; someone that’s mine. I saw red. When Jason showed up at her work threatening to do the same…Baby, I lost my fucking mind.”

“Clearly.”, Steve chided, sighing when you flashed him a stern look. “She’s not just yours, you know. It’s not solely on you to watch out for her. You don’t think when I saw him pressing up against her and calling her a whore I didn’t want to shoot that motherfucker then and there? You’re also mine, Eddie, and if I have to arrest you to keep you alive…”

“Are you still going to go through with it? Going after Jason?”, you ask, relief washing over you when he folds his arms and shakes his head.

“You both were right. There are other ways we can attack him without innocent people getting hurt.” The gangster’s beautiful chocolate hues glance towards you. “I’m sorry I scared you.” As your arms wrap around him, he exhales heavily into your hair as his fingers cling to you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s ok—”

“No, it’s not.”, he scolds himself as he tilts your head back to look at him. “Don’t you ever let either of us get away with bullshit like that. It’s one thing to dominate you. It’s another to frighten you. We don’t want to do that with you.”

“So, what I’m hearing, Edward Munson, is that you need to be punished.”, Steve teases causing the other man’s eyes to playfully narrow as he bows towards his boyfriend extending his arms on either side.

“I’m all yours, Officer.”

“Hm.”

Grinning, he steps forward, placing himself directly in front of him before forcefully turning him to face you as he pats him down.

“God this feels so vaguely familiar.”

“Because it’s been done so many times in the past?”

“Only by you, baby.”

Steve’s face hardens as he spanks the man in front of him as he leans over his shoulder to whisper in his ear.

“Stop talking. You’re in a lot of trouble.”

You watch with intense desire as his palm glides over the gangster’s pockets and reroutes around to the bulge in his slacks. Eddie groans as he licks his lips, his hips slightly grinding to find more friction.

“Too bad you were a bad little boy. We could have been sucking you cock right now or you could be sinking it into her tight, wet pussy. But no… you had to play big man in Hawkins, didn’t you?” When his boyfriend doesn’t answer, he spanks him again. “Didn’t you?”

“Ah, fuck. Yes.”

Abruptly grabbing his wrists, Steve handcuffs them behind Eddie’s back, guiding him towards his mattress, and tossing him stomach first onto his bed.

“Can you do me a favor, sweet girl?”

Stepping closer to him, you allow him to murmur instructions to you making you nod before lightly kissing his lips. After completely disrobing, you climb on to the bed in front of Eddie and per the officer’s instructions, open your legs wide for him to see.

“Fuck, angel. You’re so fucking beautiful.”, he compliments in a strained tone as the other man reached underneath him to remove the gangster pants and boxers.

“Yeah? You like my pussy, baby?” Scooting a bit closer to him, you bite your bottom lip and grin as he nods, tilting his head to kiss your inner thigh. As his kisses trail further up towards your legs, you push yourself back, denying him what he desperately wants. “Oh, I’m sorry. Officer Harrington said you weren’t allowed.”

Steve smirks over his shoulder as he listens to Eddie whine while hanging his head.

“No, hey, keep your eyes on her.”, he scolds, gripping his jaw and forcing his head up.

The long-haired boy groans as your fingers glide effortlessly through your folds, the sound of your wetness making him harder as he tries to relieve the pressure by rutting into the mattress. His boyfriend roughly loops his arms through his own, bringing his back to his chest as he guides his cock into his entrance.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.”

You had never really been privy to seeing them be sexually intimate and you never initiated any of that in the bedroom. You wanted them to feel comfortable especially since you were the newcomer to the relationship and dynamic. Seeing them now as Steve slammed his hips into Eddie’s, lifting and holding his upper half with his arms alone as the gangster practically drooled mewling his name; it was the sexist thing you had ever seen.

A small cry left your throat as you pushed two of your fingers into your needy hole.

“Aw, look what you’re doing to her, honey. She wants your mouth in her cunt so bad. I bet you do to, huh?”

“I-I—fuck—I’m sorry.”, he sighed exasperatingly.

“I’m sure you are.” Pulling out, he smacked his ass before bouncing on to the bed on his back and man handling his boyfriend till he was positioned over his cock. “You better ride my dick fucking hard.” Holding the base, both men moaned as he lowered himself on to his firm length and did what he commanded. “Mmm—fuck—come here, Y/N.”

After crawling over to him, he tugged your arm and shifted your body till you were sitting directly on his face.

“I got you, baby.”

Steve wasted no time, his fingers digging into your thighs as his thick, masterful tongue went to work. Eddie watched you both with glassy, lust filled eyes as he bounced and grinded on the man he loved. Leaning towards him, you couldn’t help but capture his lips and was surprised when the officer allowed it.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really am. Fuck, his cock feels so fucking good.”

“I forgive you, Eddie. I forgive you. YES! Steve, please. I need him.”

His hold around you tightened as he shook his head between your legs, his lips making obscene slurping sounds as he flicked his tongue against your clit at an overwhelming pace.

Panting, your body trembled as you came as his tongue continued with its assault, elongating your high. After a soft kiss to your thigh and a firm tap of your ass, you climbed off him, waiting for instruction. Sitting up, he grabbed Eddie’s cheeks and kissed him passionately making the gangster groan at the taste of you on his boyfriend’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, Steve. You know how I am sometimes.”

“Hot headed? Stubborn? A pain in my ass?” They both chuckled softly, the officer running his thumb along his lips. “We talk to each other right? Figure things out together.”

“Yeah, baby, we do.”

“ALL of us. That includes her now. She makes us stronger.”

“Yeah, she does.”, Eddie smiled as he glanced your way wishing he could touch you.

Giving him one final kiss, Steve leans back and pats his lower stomach.

“Come here, honey.” Taking his hand, you let him direct you till you were straddling him with the other man’s cock teasing your pussy lips. “You’ll have to slide back on him but he should be able to do the rest.”

Nodding your head, you reach behind you to hold his length as you guide him inside of you.

“Oh my fucking God.”, Eddie growls as you mewl at the stretch.

Steve’s large palms grip your hips as his boyfriend start’s bouncing and thrusting his own.

“Does that feel good, Y/N?”

“S-So good.”

“Shit. You’re both so fucking sexy That’s it. Just let go and take it like a good girl.”

Your breasts hang perfectly in front of his face and when his mouth attaches to your nipple, your pussy clenches around Eddie making him whimper as he picks up his pace.

“Please, Eddie. Make me cum.”

As he does his best to honor your request while restrained, Steve licks his thumb and massages your clit driving you crazy as you push up and lean against the gangster’s chest. You feel him grunt into your shoulder as he releases inside of you, you following as you moan his name into the ceiling. After lightly spanking you, you collapse to the side and watch as Eddie falls forward knowing the man he loves will be there as Steve cups his cheeks and thrusts roughly upwards chasing his own high.

“That’s it, Eddie, baby. Take it, take it, take it. That’s my good boy. Fuck.”

They both groan as the man underneath him thrusts his spend deep inside of him, his mouth falling open as he pants against his lips.

“I love you so much, Steven, fuck. I love you.”

As the gangster croons into his neck and they continue to whisper admiration for each other, you tip toe towards the officer’s set of keys and quietly reappear to free him. His palms promptly come to pet the boy’s head, kissing his forehead before playfully wrapping his arms around you and dragging you over Steve to place you between them.

A warm feeling washes over you as both men roll on to their side to nuzzle their noses against your cheeks as they hold you.

You aren’t sure when you fell asleep or for how long but the strong, delicious smell of pasta caused your eyes to flutter open. Eddie was still knocked out beside you but due to the small space you could see Steve with his bare back to you in sweats at the stove. One of his shirts had been placed by the bed and you smiled as you slid it on, shuffling towards him.

“Hey you. I’m making dinner if you’re hungry.” His grin grows when you nod, turning his attention back to his sizzling pan. Hopping up, on to the nearby stool by his counter, you notice a file with Jason’s name on it.

“May I?”

Glancing that way, he hesitates for only a moment before giving his approval.

The file itself was thick with photos and notes of Carver’s gang showing that the officer really did take his job seriously as you browsed through the details. Kind of like Eddie his father passed the reigns to his son Jason but unlike him, his father was still out and walking freely. He seemed to still have a bit of sway when it came to the clan itself but otherwise he trusted his son. He had been running things for a couple of years before Eddie took over and due to the change Steve noted a few things you found disturbing.

“Hey. Put that down and try this.” You smile as he holds a spoon to your lips and he beams with pride when make a tiny yum noise as he turns back around. “My mom was actually a pretty good cook. She taught me a thing or two.”

“Jesus Christ, it smells good in here.”, Eddie announced, grabbing a desk chair and sliding obnoxiously loud over to you two making you laugh. While tilting up to kiss you, he yanks the file from your grasp. “Bad Officer Harrington. Letting her snoop.”

“She’s not snooping. She asked and I said it was alright.”

“I’m glad you’re not going after him, Ed. There’s some things in there…”

“Yeah. Jason Carver is a prick. I’m surprised his dad lets him get away with half the shit he does but unless George Carver deems you worthy so to speak he doesn’t give a damn.”

Your head shot up as an idea hit you.

“Wait a second, Hawkins does a charity thing every year where the wealthy show up to throw money at causes to make them feel better about themselves.”

“Yeah, my parents go to that.”, Steve replied with a hint of sarcasm you didn’t miss.

“My dad was always invited but never went. He never felt the need to pretend to be a good man.”

“But that’s why I never went. I had heard that the head of the Carver’s attended.” They both continue to stare at you with confused eyes causing you to let out a frustrated sigh as you rise to your feet. “The sponsors of that party have funds for Hawkins medical funds but the bulk of it goes to that general hospital. I’m still always invited…if I wanted to mingle with the donors…make an impression… Come on, guys.”

“Honey, just say what’s on your mind.”

“I can go with Eddie and we can talk to Jason’s dad. Maybe somehow convince him to get his son to leave us alone.”

They exchange a look before the gangster finally speaks.

“Y/N, sweetheart, that means you’d have be seen with me and not just by the Carvers. My team, a few of our friends, and apparently Jason somehow knows about Steve but otherwise he’s hidden. If we go to this event with you on my arm, EVERYONE will know.”

“Including the police, baby. Which means you could have more eyes on you and pressure pushed when it comes to him.”

Your head hangs as you fiddle with your fingers.

“I would never turn you over or tell them anything. I swear…”

“No, honey.”, Steve quickly explains. “We aren’t worried about that. We just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Of course, we can protect you in that regard from getting into any kind of legal trouble.”

“Your family and friends will have something to say—”

“I don’t have much family and I work 24/7 so I don’t have time for friends. Honestly, the only thing I care about is that clinic, my patients, and you two.” The genuinely smile at that last bit making you blush. “I do. I care about you very much. It’s been a long time since I felt like I wasn’t just coasting through life. These past couple of weeks I’ve really enjoyed having someone to talk to, to hold me, even just hear someone tell me I’m fucking beautiful.”

Eddie gets to his feet and tenderly kisses your lips.

“You are beautiful, angel. Ok, I need to take you shopping so we can get you a new dress.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.”, he grins. “We need to go over some rules and things if we are going to pull this off. “

“I can come to. Since my parents are attending, it wouldn’t be odd for me to be there and I can keep an eye on you two.”

“My knight in shining handcuffs and a holster gun.” Steve sticks out his tongue as Eddie giggles like a little kid. “Alright, princess, this won’t be the last time I ask but are you sure you want to do this?”

Your gaze shifts between them as a heavy sigh exits from your lungs.

“I’m sure.”

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lild00td00t · 1 year ago

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I loved your headcanons of the Strawhats with a shy s/o!! Are you able to do headcanons of the admirals with a shy s/o? I enjoy how you write them!

Marine Admirals with a Shy!S/O

I LOVE HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN REQUESTING THE ADMIRALS! THEY MAKE MY HEART SOOOOAAAARR ! ~ Anyhow please enjoy, I’m SO happy this series makes you happy, I’m thrilled to be making something you like <3 Thank you for being here!

Characters: Akainu, Kizaru, Aokiji, Fujitora, Sengoku

Akainu | Sakazuki

• I feel Akainu would get frustrated sometimes, especially if you have problems with people walking over you or being slow taking time with a response

• He doesn’t have a problem being assertive, he screams confidence and has no problem getting what he wants (demands). So if you’re a shy person that needs someone to be a mouth piece he’s more than willing to be in control and help you

• He would definitely teach you how to be more assertive and bold, though he’s not patient he still wants to you to do things on your own despite his preference for being in control

• He wouldn’t order for you, or make calls, he simply wants you to learn to do it on your own, and his methods are that of a birds. Push it out of a nest and hope it flies, if not, oh well :( however, if he’s not in a terrible mood he’ll order his food first, and want you to mimic his body language and mannerisms in order to get better

• If you find yourself becoming frustrated or scared he will tell you to simply take a moment to prepare yourself, I imagine he would watch you write out a script and tell you if it’s good or not, and he’d monitor how you deliver it

• If you need comfort after messing up he’ll simply give you a pat on the shoulder with a “practice more, it gets easier when you do. “

• Id give him a 6/10 just because I don’t imagine him being the best with someone shy, but at the same time with his controlling nature he manages

Kizaru | Borsalino

• God help you, this man will tease you non stop

• “ ooohh can you repeat that my love ? I didn’t heaaar youu ~ “

• In all seriousness, he simply fawns over how shy you are, and finds it endearing. He’s always pinching your cheeks and rubbing your head, you’re simply adorable to him

• He would do anything for you, including ordering for you and making calls on your behalf, yknow how you always have your mom go with you to doctors appointments? Kizaru is now your mom, and will gladly hold your hand while you get a shot but that’s a story for another imagine- don’t expect him to not tease you though

• 10/10, he’d take great care of someone shy !

Aokiji | Kuzan

• He’s definitely drawn to you. Whether it be your quiet nature, or your bashful exterior around others, you’ve gained his attention

• You’re both quiet around each other, over time you’ve learned to communicate with just looks alone, it’s quite humorous

• Aokiji is lazy. Like, this is a known fact, do NOT expect him to make phone calls or even order, because he can’t even get his own work done on time -

• He supports from afar, so if you need reassurance, the most you’d get is a pat on the back and a “ you’ve got this baby “ * insert eye roll here*

• He won’t tolerate people walking over you though and at that point WILL urge you to say something

• Aokiji does his best to show you that he’s supportive, the problem is, he didn’t fear people in a way that you do, so he doesn’t particularly understand why you do better in some situations then others-

• Definitely voices how proud he is of you though, he always praises you <3

• id give him a 7/10 with a shy partner

Fujitora | Issho

• The absolute sweetest of all the admirals, he already loves when you hold his arm when you walk, so if you feel nervous, link arms with him, guide him, he’ll gladly follow and make you feel so safe

• Is ALWAYS patient with you and memorizes your orders, if you want him to order first or for both of you he’ll gladly do so with no complaints. While you order he’ll have his hand rubbing up and down your back or simply on your back to show his support <3

• He always sticks up for you and reassures you that being shy/quiet is perfectly fine, but letting people walk over you because of your failure to voice your opinions or requests is not, he lets you know that what you have to say is important, just like anyone else

• He, like Kizaru, finds you simply adorable and cannot resist squishing your face and kissing you when you’ve done something successful, he’s so over the moon and beyond proud of you !

• 10/10 with a shy partner <3<3<3

Sengoku

• Sengoku would do pretty good with a shy S/O, I think he would love having someone to definitely balance him out personality wise

• Garp brings out his goofy/childish side, and you bring out his calm and collected side

• your quiet/shy nature makes him feel like he has to provide and stick up for you, it gives him a protective feeling over you, he’d be a mouth piece if needed but he doesn’t want to undermine you

• Much like Akainu, he likes to be in charge, so ordering the food or making calls is definitely up his alley much to your relief, though if you want to try he’d be more than happy to help you !

• his goat is your emotional support animal

• In all seriousness though Sengoku can be very supportive and loving, he never lets anyone talk over you and definitely lightens your mood with jokes if you’re feeling nervous or overwhelmed

• I’d give him a 9/10 with a shy S/O

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merrybloomwrites · 8 months ago

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I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 9- FINAL CHAPTER)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: Harry and Y/N spend some time apart before reuniting just in time for Y/N's next heat.

Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7 ; Chapter 8

Word count: 3.6K

CW: smut, knotting, p in v sex, heat cycle

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The plans for your time in Palm Springs are greatly altered due to your unexpected heat. Instead of hanging out with Harry’s friends, you’d been stuck inside a bedroom for over a day riding out the waves of your heat. And now that it’s over, you still don’t want to leave the house.

The day after your heat ended and Harry had joined you at the house again, you had constructed a nest. And now you want to stay wrapped in its safe walls with your alpha. It’s common for omegas to withdraw in the days after a heat, needing comfort and reassurances from their alpha. Harry is more than happy to provide, though you feel bad about keeping him locked up in the house with you. Each time you mention this he simply says, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He does encourage you to get fresh air, so you take some time to sit outside on the deck, soaking up the sun. It’s just warm enough in southern California that you’re comfortable in shorts and a t-shirt, which does brighten your mood.

But most of the time is still spent inside. The world seems too big at the moment, there are too many people, too many dangers. In your nest there’s nothing but warmth, and safety, and the ever-comforting scent of Harry.

He flies with you back to New Jersey and you're grateful. While you’re feeling better after a couple days of cuddling with Harry, an airport full of strangers would be a bit too much at the moment. He’s able to stay with you for two nights before he needs to leave and start getting everything ready for the next leg of tour. Before he leaves you build another nest in your home and he once again showers you with compliments about how lovely it is. You’re sad when you have to say goodbye, but he’s taken such good care of you that your omega is recovered by the time he’s gone.

You have a visit with your doctor the following week and discuss the heat you’d experienced. Luckily you don’t need to go into detail, just letting her know when it started and how long it lasted.

“That was a bit earlier than I’d estimated,” she says. “I was expecting the end of February. Is there anything that may have triggered it?”

You blush a deep red and reply, “I had just been knotted for the first time that morning.”

She gives you a reassuring smile and says, “That could definitely be the reason. I do have to ask, was this something you wanted or did the alpha force himself in any way?”

“Oh nothing like that! It was with my alpha, completely consensual. I was the one to bring it up.”

“Okay good. Well in that case, everything looks great. You should expect your next heat to be maybe mid-April or early May. This will be a full heat, so it’ll be longer and more intense than the other.”

“Right,” you reply, a tremor of nerves in your voice.

“There are some things we can do and prepare to make it easier if you’ll be solo during it.”

She hands you a pamphlet with some helpful tips and you sit quietly for a moment. Finally, you say, “I’m thinking of asking my alpha to spend it with me.”

“That sounds like a good plan, as long as that’s what you want. Make sure to talk about everything ahead of time alright? What you do and don’t want, any rules he needs to follow and ways he can take care of you.” She hands another pamphlet and says, “Here are some tips on how to prepare for a heat with an alpha. Yes, we have a pamphlet for everything,” she finishes and you both laugh.

“You mentioned he travels a lot, is he nearby now?” The doctor inquires.

“No, he's traveling at the moment. I probably won’t see him until April.”

“Okay, you may experience some touch deprivation symptoms again since you’re separated after a heat. Hopefully not too bad but just keep doing what you did back in the fall.”

“Got it,” you reply.

You talk a little while longer and finally you’re on your way home. You’re not thrilled that the depri might come back. The chills, exhaustion and itchiness are never fun. But hopefully this will be the last long separation you have from Harry.

There’s a lot you need to talk to Harry about, like spending your heat with you, and what your ideas for the future are, but you want to do that in person so it will have to wait until April.

It’s another long few weeks without Harry. The days are cold, and at first you’re not sure if it’s the touch deprivation that has you chilled to the bone, or just the wind constantly whistling outside.

But when it gets harder and harder to get out of bed, and headaches become a near daily thing, you have to admit the depri is back.

Harry checks in with a phone call or FaceTime at least once a day, and sends texts whenever he has a free moment. You know that he’s always there for you, but your omega doesn’t understand this. The lack of touch, lack of pheromones, just overall physical lack of an alpha after having him so close sends your inner omega back into a depression.

One week before you’re set to reunite with Harry he calls you just like normal. But it’s been an awful day for you. A couple of your coworkers had recently quit, leaving you with an insane workload for the following days. The milk in your fridge had expired, leaving you without your normal tea and cereal for breakfast. It was finally a nice day out but the chill in your body remains. And your headache is worse than ever, and has you practically seeing double.

All in all, you're at your breaking point. You’ve been hiding how bad it is from Harry, not wanting to add more stress to him while he’s in the middle of a run of concerts. But just because you don’t say anything doesn’t mean Harry hasn’t picked up on how you’re feeling.

A couple minutes into the call Harry says, “Is everything alright, love?”

“Yea, everything is fine,” you lie.

“Darling, please tell me what’s happening. My alpha’s been on edge for days and I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.”

Suddenly there’s a feeling of guilt eating at you. It takes only a second to realize it’s your omega cowering at the fact you’ve upset your alpha. You have no choice but to explain the situation, so you tell him how you’ve been feeling.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry you’re feeling badly again. I wish I was there to make it better,” he says once you’ve filled him in.

His kind words and gentle voice have tears springing to your eyes, but you quickly blink them back. Crying would only make the headache worse.

“It’s only a few more days, I’ll be okay,” you reply, annoyed at the shakiness in your voice.

The two of you talk a little longer and you’re truthfully feeling a bit better by the time you hang up. You spend the rest of the day working from your nest, the extra comfort helping as well.

That’s how you spend the next excruciatingly long week. When Harry finally knocks on your apartment door you open it immediately and slump into his outstretched arms. He somehow gets his bags inside, closes the door, and lifts you, carrying you to the couch.

He sits down and adjusts you so that you’re straddling his lap. Instincts lead you and you dive into his neck scenting him frantically.

“That’s it baby, I’m here. Take what you need, omega.” His words of encouragement help you settle, and soon you’re gently nosing along his scent gland. Once you have your fill you pull away, and Harry matches your shy smile with one of his own. He leans in next, kissing and licking along your neck to scent you in return.

Finally, you’re both satisfied and Harry moves to kiss your lips. You sigh against him, your entire being relieved now that you’re finally reunited with your alpha.

You spend a couple of quiet days together, Harry wanting to take it easy after weeks of touring on the other side of the world, and you recovering from the last of the touch deprivation symptoms. When you’re finally both feeling up to it, Harry makes reservations at a nice restaurant, wanting to take you on a date.

When you walk out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go, Harry is standing there, looking absolutely stunning. You’re completely speechless looking at him, and he seems to be feeling the same as well.

He regains his senses first, walking closer to run his hands along your arms as he takes you in. “Darling, you look amazing,” he finally says.

You blush and reply, “Thank you. You look very dashing.” He smiles shyly at the compliment and then lifts your hand to press a kiss to the back of it.

“Shall we be on our way?” he asks.

“We shall,” you reply, feeling happier and lighter than ever.

The date confirms what you’ve been thinking for a while now. Harry is a perfect gentleman throughout, and the comfort and familiarity you feel in his presence is unmatched. Conversation never halts, and you’re as happy to listen to him as he is to listen to you. It’s a lovely mixture of lighthearted topics, with a couple more serious discussions thrown in.

After the last bite of dessert is finished, and the bill is settled, the two of you make your way out of the restaurant. You walk back home, enjoying the mild spring weather, Harry’s arm wrapped gently around your waist.

There’s a shift once you get back to your apartment. Both of your scents deepen, lust swirling in the air.

“Alpha,” you breathe out, turning so your lips ghost against his.

“Yes, omega?” he replies.

“Take me to bed?”

“Anything for you,” he says before immediately making good on his word.

The next morning you wake up once more cuddled next to Harry. He’s still sleeping, and you take the time to reflect on the night before. You’d done a lot of talking, and it seems that many of his desires and life plans line up with yours. That plus the undeniable connection between his alpha and your omega confirms that the two of you are right for each other.

You know you need to ask him about your upcoming heat, knowing that it could start within the next couple of weeks. You’re mulling over how to bring it up when he wakes up beside you.

“Good morning,” he says, his voice gruff from sleep.

“Good morning,” you reply. “How’d you sleep?”

“Wonderfully. Always do with you in my arms,” he answers.

He shifts so that he’s level with you and can press a kiss to your lips. You get lost in the moment, but there’s still so many thoughts swirling through your brain. Harry notices your hesitance and asks, “What’s wrong? What’s going on in your head, hm?”

You could lie and say it’s nothing, but he’s already opened the door for the conversation. After a moment to collect your thought, you state, “My heat should be starting soon. Maybe a week or so.”

He nods to show he’s listening, and you continue, “I was wondering if you’d want to spend it with me?”

“Baby I would love to. Is that what you want? Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I’m ready. And I would really prefer not to be alone. I want you with me.”

“Then I will be. I’ll be there the whole time. I’ll always take care of you, love.”

“Thank you,” you answer before bringing your lips to his again. It’s a sweet kiss, full of emotion and gratitude for this gentle and caring man.

Over the next week and a half, you and Harry plan for your first ever real heat. You look at the pamphlets, making sure to answer all the questions asked there, and filling in Harry on your preferences. You make a trip to the grocery store to stock up on foods you’ll both need. You blush when you see that Harry has also stocked up on condoms. While you both have said you want pups at some point, now is not the time.

One morning you wake up feeling extra clingy. You barely let Harry out of your sight. By early afternoon you’re turning on the air conditioning, claiming an early spring heat wave must’ve hit. Throughout dinner you’re itching with a desire to nest, which you begin to do the second you finish eating. It’s the first time you’re okay being away from Harry since you want to do this job on your own.

When it’s complete you find Harry as he’s finishing the dinner dishes. Without a word you take his hand, leading him to the bedroom.

“Baby, it’s lovely,” he says when he sees the nest on the bed. “It’ll be perfect for your heat.”

“Do you think it’s coming soon?” you ask, looking for confirmation of what you’ve been questioning all afternoon.

“I do. Probably by morning, if your scent is anything to go by. How do you feel about it this time?”

“Still scared. But not as much as before. I don’t like that it’s going to be more intense and longer. But, you’re here so I think I’ll be okay.” You pause before correcting, “I know that I’ll be okay.”

“Yes, you will,” he says, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I promise to keep you safe, to take care of you however you need.”

“Can we take a shower?” you suddenly ask. Harry’s a little surprised by the ask, since you’d both already showered that day, but he agrees. He assumes that you want to make sure you’re both clean before entering the nest. It’s going to get dirty during your heat, but it’s important to start with a perfect nest to provide comfort.

After you’ve both washed you pull on boxers and an oversized t-shirt, the loose material the only thing that won’t irritate your sensitive skin. You climb into your nest, holding your hand to Harry in a silent invitation.

“Will you scent me?” you ask once he’s settled next to you.

“Of course, baby,” he replies before leaning in to fulfill your request. You fall asleep, wrapped in Harry’s arms and his delicious scent.

You don’t know what time you wake up, only that there’s no way you can fall back asleep even though it’s definitely still dark out. You’re burning hot, and there’s a feeling inside that you can’t describe. A desperate hunger, somehow mixing with a distinct emptiness. There’s a whining sound and it takes a moment for your fuzzy brain to realize it came from you.

The sound wakes Harry up, and he quickly springs into action.

“Hey baby, tell me what you need,” he says.

“Alpha. I need you alpha. Need your knot,” you reply. The little part of you that’s not fully under yet winces at how needy you sound, but soon Harry’s hands are on you and your mind goes quiet.

All you’re aware of is the feeling off his skin on yours. “Off, off,” you say repeatedly until Harry has removed your clothes as well as his.

“Please, alpha, I need you. Empty, so empty.”

“I’m here, omega. I’ve got you.”

You lay on your back, pulling your legs up towards your chest. It’s an exposed and vulnerable position, but one your inner omega knows will get you what you want. It works like a charm, and Harry wastes no time. His fingers reach you first and he growls at how much slick he finds.

Content with how wet and open you are, and moved by how intense your whimpers and begs are growing, he pulls on a condom and quickly lines up with your entrance. You sob in relief when he pushes inside, your hands moving to his back to hold him as close as possible.

As much as Harry normally goes slow with you, he knows that’s not what will help you. Maybe after a first knot he’ll be able to take his time, but right now he sets a quick pace in order to give you what you need.

Your voice reaches a higher pitch, alerting Harry to your impending orgasm. He moves a hand to your center, rubbing your clit to push you over the edge. The feeling of your walls contracting is enough to have Harry coming as well, emptying into the condom as his knot expends inside of you.

You both catch your breath and Harry smooths your hair out of your face.

“How was that, omega? Are you alright?” He checks in with you.

“Good, alpha, so good,” you mumble out, a blissed smile on your face.

“Rest, baby. I’ll be here to take care of you.”

With that, you close your eyes, succumbing fully to the haze of heat as your alpha licks at your neck, surrounding you with his scent.

Your heat lasts four full days, and when you wake up on that final morning you don’t know how to feel. Traces of desire still linger, but nowhere near the level it was at before. You’re aware of your need to use the bathroom, and shower, and eat. Your first thought is that you’re relieved that it’s over. Your second thought is that it really was not a bad experience. At all. Having Harry there took something you were dreading and made it into something so special and enjoyable.

The heat haze makes it so you can’t really remember the experience, but you can remember the feelings. And what you felt was pure love and contentment. There’s no hollow loneliness like the last time. Instead, there’s fulfillment, a sense that all is right in your world.

Harry turns, his lips subconsciously finding yours as he begins to wake up. You melt into the kiss, but he must notice a shift from the last couple of days. He pulls back to look into your eyes.

“Hi, baby. You with me?” he asks.

“I’m here.”

“How do you feel? Are you alright?” You can tell he’s worried so you’re quick to reassure him.

“I feel wonderful. You were perfect, alpha.”

You see the relief written on his face before he pulls you in for another kiss.

“As much as I’d love to stay in bed making out with you, I feel gross. And hungry.”

That’s all you have to say before he springs into action. The two of you take a quick shower together just to rinse off before he makes breakfast with all of your favorites.

Both of you are still quite sore, so you decide to soak together in the bath. Once it’s filled Harry helps you in before sliding in place behind you. The hot water feels heavenly, and the bubbles give it a nice relaxing touch.

You’re both quiet for the first few minutes, lost in your own thoughts.

“I should probably call my doctor,” you say, suddenly breaking the silence. “See if I can get an appointment before we leave for tour.” You feel yourself getting excited. In just a couple of weeks you’ll be going with Harry to Europe for all of his shows there.

“That’s a good idea. What are you going to do? Get new prescriptions?”

It’s a good question. Back in the fall when your old medicines stopped working you were devastated. All you could think about was surviving the few months until you could get new ones that will work again.

But now it’s different. You have an alpha. You have Harry. And the answer becomes less clear.

After thinking for a minute, you realize you know exactly what you want and you say, “I don’t think I will. At least not like before. I might get a low dose of suppressants to make sure my heats have a regular schedule. And most suppressants also double as birth control. But I don’t want to completely hide my omega anymore. I did it out of necessity, because those meds were the only thing that kept me healthy without an alpha. But that’s different now. Right?”

“Yes, love. It’s completely different now. You have me. You always will. And if you don’t want to go back on such strong medication then I support your decision. I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

“Thank you alpha,” you say, and he replies, “Always.”

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With Harry’s full support, you walk into your doctor’s appointment a week later with a plan. She also supports your decision to do a much lower dose of suppressants. By the time you reach Denmark for the first show, you feel better than ever before.

As you watch Harry on stage you know that you made the right decision. Sure, there are plenty of obstacles to overcome, but you’re confident that you can do anything with Harry by your side.

And when you hear him sing Fine Line live for the first time, you know that everything truly will be alright.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this story! The main story is finished but I'm open to writing some extra oneshots so if you have requests let me know!

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akumuusu · 5 days ago

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Link Click Bridon Arc theories and notices

Episode 1 Bridon Arc/Yingdu Chapter Spoilers

Cheng Xiaoshi’s death

Vein is using a revolver

A photo of Lu Guang, Qiao Ling, and Cheng Xiaoshi falls off a shelf when Lu Guang hits into the wall. There are cracks in both Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi’s parts of the photograph, but not Lu Guangs.

Cheng Xiaoshi passes Lu Guang a ball, this has symbolized their trust throughout the series.

We are shown both Xiao Li and Qiao Ling dead

~ Xiao Li was lying against a wall, sitting on the floor

~ Qiao Ling was lying in a pool of her own blood, from the way the blood was pooling the wound seemed to be on the left side of her chest or abdomen.

When Cheng Xiaoshi dies, Lu Guang gains his powers. Their eye’s fade and glow the same way that Qiao Ling and Li Tianxi’s do in episode 12 of season 2

It takes Lu Guang an hour to leave the room Cheng Xiaoshi died in, from 23:11 to 00:05

When Lu Guang finally leaves the room, he has a new wound on the left side of his abdomen, most likely to be from a suicide attempt.

The photo Lu Guang took is inside the Sonnets collection previously mentioned, slightly inwards from the back of the book.

~ The photo was taken at 17:32, or 5:32 in analog time.

~ it was a photo of 6 birds, seemingly white doves, of which represent, in English, loyalty, this symbol is the most notable of them all for evident reasons.

Police sirens play in the background right as Lu Guang dives.

Throughout the episode, Vein’s eyes are never visible, not even in the opening.

Immediate dive

Lu Guang has tears in his eyes when he sees Cheng Xiaoshi alive for the first time.

When Cheng Xiaoshi goes to find a nurse, Lu Guang grabs his arm before he can leave, saying I’m okay twice, second time looking at the ground and sounding miserable.

White butterfly becomes blue in an animation where Lu Guang holds it in his hands, before blowing it out of his hands as it becomes multiple, before it goes back to reality and the white butterfly flies off

~ the animation looks as if it were drawn in pencil or crayon, but the colors are dark and dull, making it feel ominous.

~blue butterflies symbolises a change in luck or a wish granter in English.

Flashback to Vein, where he says “This is the punishment for changing the past” as he holds his gun out.

We find out that the 12 hour time limit isn’t a power limit, but a rule Lu Guang imposes himself.

~ Lu Guang says that he doesn’t know what will happen, but he hypothesizes that the diver’s soul may be stranded in a timeline where they do not belong, which could cause you to lose yourself forever, in other words go insane.

~ Despite thinking this, Lu Guang still does it.

Lu Guang says this: “Whatever the consequence, those who break the law, shall pay the price for what they’ve done eventually.”

~ as he says the last line, he steps on a bug, likely symbolizing the death that comes with breaking the rules.

Convention

Not really important but the cosplay Cheng Xiaoshi tried to wear is the heroine, idk I found it funny.

RanXi chronicles relation to Lu Guang

~ “When crisis came, the heroine Rong Xi accidentally awoke to her ancestral lamp. It’s said that the lamp would give special powers to people who awoke it.” Similarly, Lu Guang gained Cheng Xiaoshi’s powers when crisis arose (Vein). Him gaining this power wasn't intentional either, as it came alongside Cheng Xiaoshi’s death.

~ ”Rong Xi gained the power to turn back time.” this one’s pretty self explanatory

~ “so she returned to the past over and over, enduring the despair and anguish to save her family and friends who had already died in the endless circle.” this is exactly what Lu Guang is being shown to do, going back over and over in order to save Cheng Xiaoshi, Qiao Ling and (seemingly) General Xiao.

Cheng Xiaoshi says that he wishes to have time travel abilities.

~he states that if he could go back in time, he could maybe save his family. He also says that if Qiao Ling and Lu Guang were to get kidnapped, he could quote ‘swoop in just before the crisis hits’ and save them.

Lu Guang says that the past cannot be changed. He says this with certainty, he believes his efforts are fruitless and yet he still will try.

We see Lu Guangs journal from the OP, it shows all information of everything he does throughout the entirety of the timeline, with exact date and time, and important information or events circled.

While trying to find Shen Miaomiao, Lu Guang uses his original power, meaning that powers can be used during dives.

~ Lu Guang likely enters new photos to reset the timeline while inside a photo already, explaining why he hadn’t aged in episode 24/Can’t live without a good brother.

Next to RanXi chronicles in what seems to be a bookstore or library, we see a magazine with Xia Fei on it in Shen Miaomiao’s flashbacks

Cheng Xiaoshi says that if divination was real, that he, Lu Guang and Qiao Ling could use it as a side gig in the photo shop. As it would be nice to help others find things precious to them. After saying this, Cheng Xiaoshi goes grayscale and glitched briefly before cutting to Lu Guang looking shocked and saying he needs to leave. When Lu Guang attempts to leave, Cheng Xiaoshi grabs onto him and pulls him into the photo studio.

Scammer mini arc

Lu Guang refuses to let anyone see him use his powers, meaning the eye changes are at least seen on the person using the power.

Lu Guang is reading a magazine with Xia Fei on the cover

~ its volume 103, whether that has significance or not, I don’t know.

“Once someone breaks the law, there’s no room for sympathy.” Lu Guang says this about Cheng Xiaoshi defying the rules, this also implies that Lu Guang feels no sympathy for himself over what's happening.

Lu Guang yelled out when Cheng Xiaoshi was about to be hit by a baseball bat, he gave up on his own rules by doing this as it

When running away, Cheng Xiaoshi’s eyes are yellow and Lu Guang’s are blue

~ I saw a theory that this happens if they are holding hands, whether that’s the case or not I am unsure.

Lu Guang tells Cheng Xiaoshi that the past is in the past and that he shouldn’t dwell on it, if found it ironic.

~ One of my personal favourite parts of Lu Guang’s character is how much of a hypocrite he is. I always love that in a character and find that is works really well and makes a lot of sense for him.

Lu Guangs sight power can only be used for the 12 hours continuing hours after the photo has been taken, this was implied by the 12 hour rule but it's outright said here, which is good to have confirmation.

Aftermath

Cheng Xiaoshi says he used to know two people with similar eyes to Lu Guang, but they disappeared.

~ This could be referring to either his power eyes or his regular eyes, though I’m leaning towards his normal ones.

Lu Guang says that he will use his powers to help Cheng Xiaoshi at the photo studio.

~ He likely wants to avoid Cheng Xiaoshi gaining powers, as that's what has killed him in the previous timeline.

Lu Guang is shown to hug in on himself anytime he is anxious or sad, not extremely important but it may be informative later on.

Cheng Xiaoshi accidentally dives into a photo of what seems to be Bridon. A higher pitched voice calls out his name (of which sounds like Qiao Ling)

Directly after the previous scene, it cuts to Liu Xiao reading the same sonnets collection that Lu Guang owns, he snaps the book closed within milliseconds, but its opened long enough to see which one’s he is on, which is sonnets 18-19.

~ Sonnet 18, from what I could infer, seemed to be about love and immortality, specifically from one specific analysis by Lehigh University ‘the stability of love and its power to immortalize someone’

~ Sonnet 19 seems to be about time, and the sins of it going forward. In a way, Sonnet also seems to be about immortality, or at least the immortality of love.

~ A common thread throughout all used Shakespearean sonnet’s is that they are all about love. Though, this likely doesn’t mean much as most of the Sonnets are about love.

In the sonnet book Liu Xiao is holding, on the second page in the bottom right corner, the one with the 19th sonnet, there is a one way scribble that seems to be made with pencil. There are whited out letters that look untouched by pencil entirely, it says ‘BAHATE’ in all capitals.

~ when translated, the word bahate means ‘to flow off gradually’. I am unsure if that's what it actually means in this context or not, but it’s the best thing I currently have.

Cheng Xiaoshi’s father’s name is Cheng Wei Min

~ Whether this is important or not, I’m unsure

Right before the episode ends, Liu Xiao is shown on a phone call with an unknown caller ID. He says “Finally found it? Good. I’ll take it from here.” he hands up and then says “Finally, The games can begin.” and it cuts to black.

I was supposed to post this this morning but I forgot, and I haven’t watched ep.2 so I apologize if any information is outdated

#link click #link click analysis #link click theory #shiguang daili ren #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #cxs #bridon arc #bridon spoilers #yingdu chapter #yingdu spoilers #link click yingdu #in case it wasnt obvious I fucking hate Vein #fuck vein #all my homies hate vein

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theother-victoria · 1 year ago

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mille-feuilles have never tasted so sweet

SYNOPSIS: an ice-skating outing with your girlfriend takes a very sweet turn

CHARACTERS: furina

NOTES: for @reilly34 as part of favonius library's secret santa event- I hope you enjoy!

The holidays in Fontaine have always been a special occasion. The air always smelled of freshly-baked desserts and hot cocoa within the city and by Lady Furina’s orders, the streets were to always be decorated. Lampposts, trees, and archways would be covered in lights. The aquabuses would receive a fresh coat of paint and large ribbons that would flutter in the wind while the Melusines would receive a special holiday uniform as they ferried curious visitors in and out of the city.

(“Let the children of Fontaine be merry!” she would say. “‘Tis a joyous occasion worth celebrating. It is only just that I, their great archon, give the people what they want during these special times!” Or something along those lines.)

Even though Lady Furina has abdicated the throne, it seems as if her wish to spread some holiday cheer continued to live on. Quartier Lyonnais is busier than ever with people doing their holiday shopping. (a large Blubberbeast plushie on display makes you pause. It would make a nice present for her. You mentally remind yourself to buy it later today if it's still in stock.) Boulangeries and patisseries are drawing large crowds from their mouthwatering goods. You make the impulsive decision to snag some holiday-themed mille-feuilles that are on sale for Furina. She’d like them for sure.

You circle around the area in front of the Palais Mermonia, which had been converted into a public outdoor skating rink with the help of some Cryo vision holders. It’s crowded with families and their children. Past that and a block down is a quieter residential area where the former archon’s apartment is. Though the curtains are drawn, you can see that a light is on inside. She’s been acting nonchalant about your visit all week but as you approach the front door, you can hear her muffled pacing and talking to herself.

“Do these boots…? No, they clash with my coat. How about…?”

You knock and you hear her startled yelp.

“Lady Furina, dear. It’s me,” you call out. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long.”

You can hear her scramble to get the door and a moment later, the door flies open to reveal your dearest Furina.

“Perfect timing! I need your help on deciding what to wear.”

You walk inside and place the bag of freshly-baked desserts on the coffee table. (You don’t miss how her eyes follow your every move and light up once she smells what’s inside.)

“Hmm… I don’t think my taste in fashion could ever compare to you, Miss Furina de Fontaine.”

“Naturally,” she declares, her head held high in the air. But the facade quickly melts away, revealing the mellowed-out and humbled person your girlfriend had become.

“But I’d say you come a very close second. Now, tell me what I should wear.”

“Just choose something that’ll be easy to slip on and off. I have faith in your aesthetics so I’m not too worried about that.”

She looks at you strangely. You shoot her a little wink.

“You’ll see why.”

“So, what’s this all about?”

“I wanted to do something for the holidays, but I know big crowds aren’t your thing anymore.”

You walk by the public outdoor skating rink from earlier and you don’t miss how she hides behind you. Luckily, everyone was too busy having fun to notice their former archon just a few feet away from them.

“... But that doesn’t change the fact that I still want to do something special for you. Come on, we’re heading outside the city.”

With a gentle tug, you pull her along with you. You weave between the streets and alleyways, eventually ending up on the outskirts of the city. After consulting your map, going in circles several times, and getting lost at one point, you eventually arrive at your destination: a beach on the northwestern coast of Fontaine. The sand is covered by thick sheets of snow and the water has frozen over.

You stride toward the waters and test out the thickness of the ice. Meanwhile, Furina looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind.

“... But there’s nothing here?”

“Nothing here but the two of us, and that was the point. I wanted this to be a moment shared only between us and no one else.”

You grab your pair of ice skates and toss your bag to her. Catching it, she realizes there’s a pair inside for her too.

“I-Ice skating?” she stammers. “But I’ve never done this before…”

“Never thought I’d hear you say those words,” you say as you lace your skates up. “What happened to the Furina I know, who learned surfing in record time despite not having any experience with it beforehand?”

Your Cryo vision, which had been resting dormant atop the back of your hand, comes to life with a bright glow. Thick ice spreads out before your foot and you harshly stomp on it- it doesn’t even budge and with how cold it is, the ice should last.

“Besides, I’m here as well. Do you trust me?”

Without hesitation, she grabs your outstretched hands with both of hers.

“With my life now that I’m mortal.”

“Then, keep your eyes on me.”

You slowly glide along the ice, pulling her with you. The ice generated by your vision spreads out until it extends as far as your eye can see. It’s calm and quiet, only disrupted by the sounds of your skates against ice.

Furina’s legs start to wobble and her hand begins to slip out of your grasp. Without missing a beat, you

After some time, you can tell she’s getting used to the rhythm of skating and has even tried mimicking your movements with some guidance from you.

(“Try to mirror my footwork. Think of it as a dance. I move back, you move forward.”)

“I’m going to let go of you now, ok?”

She nervously nods and… promptly falls on her ass the moment you let go of her hands. Naturally, you help her up but not before laughing a bit first.

“That hurt,” she whines as you lift her back up onto her feet.

“Need my help again?”

She furiously shakes her head.

“No. I want to learn how to do this by myself.”

She dusts herself off and tries skating again on shaky legs, like a newborn foal. Knowing how stubborn she can be, you leave her to her devices, only returning every time you hear a loud yelp and a thud before lifting her off the ice again.

“(Name), look! I think I’m getting it!”

You look back to see your girlfriend skating her way toward you- slowly and shakily- but still doing it nonetheless.

A light snow begins to fall overhead. It’s just the two of you skating in lazy figure-eights. You pull her to a stop and point toward the city where even out here, you can see Fontaine all decorated and lit up for the holidays.

“Look at how beautifully Fontaine shines,” she whispers, her shoulders bumping against yours.

“Look at how beautifully you shine,” you respond. It’s true. Underneath the moonlight, her white hair shines like silver and the blue streaks shimmer like the ice beneath your feet. Your dearest Furina looks like those legendary water nymphs you’d read about in storybooks as a child, renowned for their bewitching beauty.

I am so lucky to call her mine. What did I do to deserve her?

I am so lucky to call them mine. What did I do to deserve them?

The walk back is a joyous one. It’s getting late and stores are beginning to close down. You pass by the shop you saw earlier selling the Blubberbeast plushie and remembering your mental note from earlier, you stop in to buy it for Furina. Was it pricey? Yes. But did seeing the starry-eyed look on your girlfriend’s face make the hefty price tag worth it? Also yes.

You come to a stop in front of her apartment, the street lamp flickering to life above you.

“I’ll be heading home now, Furina. Good night, and-”

“Wait.”

You look back to see your girlfriend glancing off to the side with an adorable pout and flush on her cheeks.

“... Can I have a kiss?”

You laugh lightly at her request and in a few strides, you’re standing in front of her again.

“Haven’t I already told you? You don’t need to ask.”

Only the light snow is witness to your shared kiss. Her lips are soft and they taste like peppermint and dark chocolate. They’re just as cold as yours from the freezing winter winds.

When you finally pull away from each other, gasping for air, you rest your forehead against hers, warming her hands up in your equally-cold ones.

“Did you sneak a bite of the dessert I brought you?”

“When you weren’t looking,” she cheekily replies. Her expression softens, losing all its playfulness as her sincerity shows through.

“Thank you, (Name). For the first time, the holidays don’t feel as lonely anymore.”

She giggles.

“I’ve always liked mille-feuilles, but I never knew they could taste so sweet.”

#favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #furina x reader #furina x y/n #furina x you #furina x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #victoria.writes

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lanitalay · 1 year ago

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At sea pt 3.

a/n: this took longer than I thought because I'm working on another fic and it kinda took over. But enjoy!!! this was fun

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2

His heartbeat is drumming in your ears. He’s impossibly close. You should not have said that. But he’s intoxicating and he’s making a mistake.

Your hands reach his chest and his muscles tense where you touch. His head lowers even more. But you turn your head to the side and push him away.

“I’m sorry” you apologize, hands still on his chest.

“You’re making me crazy” his hands land on your waist but he doesn’t close the distance.

“Rhys… what I meant to say is that you shouldn’t marry someone you don’t even know.”

“You said I should marry you.” Now he steps forward again, keeping your back pressed against the door.

“I… are you really this blind?”

“I want you to speak clearly” you turn to face him again.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long… but that’s irrelevant when there’s a war coming”

“I didn’t know… if I had… I would have found another way…” his hands rise to your face, cupping your cheeks, keeping your eyes on him.

“Is there something to be done?”

“Not without making a mess of it all.”

This would end badly. There is no world where this plan works. Your mind races as you place a flower in your hair and check your reflection in the mirror before opening the door to reveal a polished looking Cassian. He flies you to the House of Wind from where you winnow to the Court of Nightmares with the rest of your friends to attend the royal wedding.

Upon arrival you regret the floral dress you put on, it makes you stick out like a sore thumb against the preferred black of the Night Court. You are seated in between Mor and Cassian, trying your best to school your features into cool indifference. There’s a lot riding on the next few minutes. Nausea creeps up on you and you resort to breathing techniques to calm yourself down. This is stupid, so very stupid.

Rhysand is waiting at the altar, hands in his pockets. He looks beautiful, graced with unnatural poise. The guests have all been seated. Everyone is waiting for the princess to walk down the aisle.

A soft melody erupts from the symphony stationed on the right side of the altar. Everyone stands and looks towards the doors. An auburn haired angel dressed in white lace walks in, chin tucked, eyes downcast. The bouquet in her hands is almost as large as her torso. It occasionally slips from her grasp as she floats towards Rhysand. She 's so young. She shivers and you know it’s not from the cold. When she gets close enough, Rhys extends his hand towards her and you watch as he helps her up the steps.

You gulp.

The ceremony proceeds beautifully. The priestess made a few remarks on how honorable it was for them to unify the two courts in love, especially during the turbulent times that Prythian was facing. It makes you want to hide under the pew.

Then she says the words you were dreading, expecting and hoping to hear.

“If anyone has an objection, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Your hands turn into white knuckled fists.

“Me! I object!” a collective gasp is drawn from the room. Everyone looking for who would dare protest against the royal wedding. You look at your friends and they look right back at you with matching wide eyes and slacked jaws.

The priestess wastes no time in composing herself.

“Why do you object to this union?”

The princess’ eyes are filled with tears as she looks at the challenger, her lips threatening to twist upward.

“The High Lord of the Night Court could never love this female more than I do. I’ve loved her since we were children and I’ll love her until I am dust.” The young male pushes his way through the crowd until he stands in the center of the aisle. “Ember, my heart, everything I am is yours. You can toss me away if you wish, but I’m asking you” he gets down on his knees “I’m begging you to not do this”.

Rhysand does not let any emotion alter his stoic expression. The priestess interjects again “if the couple wishes they could take a few moments to… absorb what this male is saying”. Ember nods and follows Rhysand to a backroom.

The murmurs pale in comparison to the shouts sputtering out of Beron’s lips. “I will have your head for this, you insolent worm!” The young male stands firm in the aisle but you know it will be moments before Beron incinerates him. So you stand from your seat, walk towards him, grab his hand and lead him to the very room Ember and Rhysand must be in, your friends hot on your heels.

“Fantastic timing, y/n” Rhys smiles your way. Ember rushes from where she stands to the young male at your side and wraps her arms around neck in a bone crushing hug.

“What is going on?” Cassian asks, hand on the hilt of his sword in case Beron barrels through the door.

“My betrothed loves another, the wedding cannot go on.”

Azriel is next to interrogate “we need the soldiers Rhysand.”

“And we will have them.”

“Someone explain, now” Mor demands.

“This whole wedding was my fathers’ plan, I never wanted to marry Rhysand. Mika-” she smiles at the name “is my mate and being married off to the highest bidder was the worst heartache of my life… anyways” she turns her gaze to Rhysand “thank you for understanding.” In a blink of an eye the young couple vanishes.

“She’s leaving Prythian to start a new life somewhere else, Beron will still have to provide the backup since he could not hold up his end of the bargain” Rhysand smirks at his inner circle. Mor rushes towards him and slaps his chest “did you know all along that this would happen?” Her nostrils flared “no, this was a surprise for me as well.”

With a few words from the priestess the crowd disperses in a huff of dissatisfaction. Beron and his sons leave with a flurry of threats and ill wishes but Rhys reminds him of the bargain mark that stains them both.

“I can’t believe it worked” you laugh as you and Rhys walk through the door of your apartment.

“What's it worth being daemati if I can’t use it for my benefit every once in a while?” He smiles and you still can’t believe it.

“What if we’re not the only ones who don’t want this wedding to happen?” you had asked him last night.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what if there's someone the princess would rather be with, and what if they object to the wedding and run away together?” The fact that her actual mate was there was pure luck.

He’s still smiling as he walks towards you, caging you in against the wall.

“I have been waiting to taste you for so long” you grab the collar of his jacket and pull him down to meet your lips. It's a mess of teeth, lips and tongues as he makes sure to thoroughly explore your mouth with his own.

His hands go to your thighs and he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his ways. You moan at the feel of him pressed completely against you. Before it can go any further you pull away “this doesn’t mean I’ll marry you tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

“I love my work and expect to be assigned on another expedition soon” he’s kissing your neck now but stops briefly to say “y/n, we can do this however fast or slow you want. But right now I want to relish in the fact that I can finally touch you” he punctuates the sentence with peck on your lips “so if you don’t mind” he nibbles on your earlobe, then licks his way down to the base of your neck, leaving love bites along the way “we can just focus on this for right now.”

#acowar #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acofas #acomaf #acotar fanfiction #acosf #rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand x y/n #rhys acotar

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zukkaoru · 8 months ago

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FLIES INTO YOUR INBOX. HI

“That’s horrible. Let’s do it.” + souheki

“It’s you.” + beast souheki hehe

HI HI HELLO i come bearing,, fake dating. how fake is it? that's up to you. also cane user 4 cane user souheki (it's brief but it's There)

“That’s horrible,” Dazai says, grinning widely. “Let’s do it.”

Ranpo matches his smile, then jumps down from where they’d been perching on Dazai’s desk. They wobble, expectedly, since they left their cane back at their own desk, and Dazai reaches out to steady them from where he’s still sitting.

Once Ranpo has regained their balance, he swipes Dazai’s cane and uses that to retrieve his own. Then, they make their way to the café downstairs where Kunikida, Tanizaki, and Atsushi are currently discussing a case over lunch.

“Hiiii!” Dazai calls out as soon as they emerge from the elevator. He would wave, except his free hand is currently occupied by holding Ranpo’s, and that’s more important for this charade.

Kunikida audibly groans. Tanizaki and Atsushi just offer him strained smiles.

They play nice at first, ordering food and drinks from an already-irritated Lucy. Dazai taunts her, and she calls him a flat-ass mummy wannabe, which he pretends to be offended by for approximately two seconds before Ranpo sweetly assures him he’s a very pretty mummy wannabe and then kisses him affectionately.

Lucy gags.

Ranpo smiles into the kiss.

They slide into the booth behind Tanizaki and Atsushi, so Kunikida—sitting across from them—can see them easily. They both sit on the same side, and after a moment of adjusting, Dazai pulls Ranpo into his lap.

Ranpo initiates the kiss, and Dazai sighs contentedly into it, allowing Ranpo to lick into his mouth. He tastes like the strawberry soda he drank earlier, and Dazai finds he doesn’t mind the sweetness so much anymore.

Especially not when he flicks his eyes open and glances over towards Kunikida, who has gone beet red.

Dazai’s eyes fall shut and he lets out a low moan to really bring the performance home. He’ll give it another thirty seconds before Lucy snaps and banishes them again.

and: beast souheki. thinks about how beastzai read his alternate self's memories. thinks about how this means he knew what it was like for him and ranpo to work together. thinks about beastzai seeing b!ranpo as his greatest enemy when, in another world, ranpo is his greatest ally. thinks about the truth of the beast world being one existence within the book being the one thing b!ranpo can't figure out with ultra deduction. and therefore the one upper hand dazai holds over him. thinks about---

“It’s you,” Dazai breathes out.

Ranpo tilts his head. “Me?”

“You,” Dazai repeats. Strangely, Ranpo can’t figure out what he means by that. Even cracking their eyes open to physically observe the man standing across from them, it’s like there’s something blocking Ultra Deduction. As if Dazai’s nullification ability is preventing him from getting an accurate read.

But Ultra Deduction is not a real ability, and so Dazai shouldn’t have such an upper hand. Still, nothing Ranpo sees is giving him the answer he’s searching for.

It’s you.

Dazai sees him as a threat, but one to be treated with care. Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. Or whatever. Maybe Dazai sees Ranpo in the same way Ranpo sees him—an even match for his skill, someone he should know better than to mess with, someone he is inexplicably drawn towards despite that. If they were on the same side, they could destroy the world.

Ranpo closes his eyes once more. “And who am I?”

He can hear the smile in Dazai’s voice when he drily replies. “The world’s greatest detective.”

“Hah!” Ranpo laughs. “Now, that’s a new one. You flatter me, Dazai-kun.” He leans in, hands on his hips. “Tell me, do you really think I’m the greatest detective in the entire world?”

Dazai hums. His footsteps draw near Ranpo until he must be standing right across from him. There is a soft rustle of fabric, and then Dazai’s hand is cupping Ranpo’s chin. Ranpo’s eyes flick open on instinct, and he is met with an empty void of darkness in Dazai’s own gaze.

Though, it glints with slight amusement.

“Those are not my words,” he says.

“Whose are they, then?”

Dazai smiles, vaguely. “If you joined me, we could save this world with much more ease and confidence than what I alone can accomplish.”

“If you joined me,” Ranpo responds, “we could save you.”

#JUMPING UP AND DOWN THANK YOU FOR THESE #idk if the second one even makes sense but it vaguely works in my brain so. it's fine #souheki #daran #ranzai #bsd #grace's writing tag #lena tag

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lookatmysillies · 4 months ago

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[ A wild Kioku approaches Yael ! ]

HEY! Man, are you okay?

I heard you nearly drowned in the river! That's not good at all obviously, and I should know! I've fallen into my fair share of rivers. I saw a green-haired kid fish you out, though, which I'm grateful for. I've only just recently arrived and I'm no good at remembering names, so I couldn't tell you who it was. I'm sorry.

I don't really know you all that well, but I think you should eat something. The other kids tell me to be careful with you, and I've seen you pat your body pretty often, so I'm worried you might have health issues.

Here, take this jelly. It's plain, so hopefully it won't bang up your innards or anything. Don't even worry about where I got it! Haha. Ha. It's super important to eat and gain at least a little more strength! Maybe it'll help you out in the future! you know, with the falling or fainting and drowning stuff... I wonder how you ended up there...

Anyway, I know this is super sudden, but I kinda know what almost-drowning feels like, too. I just wanted to try and help a little bit. I'm not really sure how to do it properly... I just want you to feel better. I hope you can feel better.

Oh, the teacher is coming... I'm gonna run now, see you around!

Hiiii!! This is Para!! Sorry for all that, I just thought it would be silly. I'm here to ask what Yael thinks of Kioku! He's a super interesting character to me, and while you've already explained a bit of his thoughts on Kio, I'd like to ask if you could share any more/explain further? If it's okay with you! The whole angel thing was particularly intriguing...

Love your characters as always, and I truly do enjoy learning more about them :)

[Yael stares back at Kioku with wide eyes like she’s just given him the world rather than a single somewhat unremarkable jelly.]

Oh! Yes, um, it was an accident. A bad one, but I’m still here… Can tells me he’s the one who found me, and I’ll take his word for it. He seems like he would do something like that…

Sorry you’ve fallen into water a lot, too. Drowning feels stranger than I would’ve imagined. A lot worse. Thank you for the food, it almost tastes a little bit sweet if I hold it in my mouth for a while! You really are an angel. [He says this very seriously, though it flies over Kioku’s head. He’s quiet for a moment.]

I hope maybe we can talk more and—oh, yes, go ahead. Goodbye Kioku! The teacher’s probably here to take me for another useless checkup.

Hiii Para! Thanks for dropping this in my inbox, Kioku’s adorable face was the best thing to wake up to earlier today 🥺 To expand on Yael’s thoughts on Kioku a bit, I’ll establish some comparisons with his other fundamental relationships to give you a reference point:

He has the strongest feelings for @paradisedisconcert’s Can and @alien-til-i-stage’s Macbeth and Innamorati, Can being his purest relationship, Macbeth more muddled, and Inna just. Ridiculous. Who even knows

Add Kioku to this bunch of people he takes an especially strong interest in once she arrives, Kio being a person he looks up to and believes wholeheartedly in (due to misguided reasons, but there nonetheless).

He thinks of her as an Angel; Macbeth as Death; Can as Life; and Innamorati as personal Salvation. Kioku and Macbeth both represent “selfless” ideals: He adores Kioku because he believes she is here to save them from their eternal prison—not just to save him, but ALL of them. He truly believes she’s filled with all the good in the world and she can do no wrong in his eyes. His feelings about her are misguided but pure in nature. He also mixes up romantic and platonic feelings a lot, and she is the only one of these 4 he doesn’t feel confused about. I’ve mentioned that he’s subconsciously drawn to unhealthy relationships, Can being (for the most part anyway) an exception. Kioku is too good to have those kinds of feelings for, in Yael’s mind.

His perception of Kioku as an angel is different from his idea of Can as life or Inna as salvation. Can and Inna are what he perceives as his “selfish” ideals. Can isn’t holy or angelic in his eyes, but rather incredibly human; flawed and damaged, proof of their existence. Yael views his own existence, simply existing for himself, as selfish, and Can encourages living for himself. Inna is Yael’s personal salvation from his own mistake of playing a part in Macbeth’s death; Macbeth, who he believed was supposed to die and be free. He missed him so badly and questioned if it would be better for him to still be with him. He can’t change it, though, so he seeks absolution from the last piece of Macbeth there is.

Yael creates his own Saints in his head and Kioku is one of them. She represents a twisted sort of hope to him, and he wants to protect her and help her with whatever she needs to repay her for descending to Anakt Garden.

Thank you for the ask, I love yapping about the children. I love your characters too, I’m excited to learn more about Jiu and Kioku! That said if Jiu hurts her I will be seen on the news

#i would probably still love him unfortunately #i loved sai after the scissors incident so yk. let the freaks be freaks #asks #alnst oc #alien stage oc #alnst ocs #alnst fan season #alien stage fan season #alien stage ocs #alnst season 40 #alnst oc: yael #alnst oc: kioku #alnst oc: macbeth #alnst oc: innamorati #alnst oc: can

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ᴀᴄᴛ ɪ: ɴᴏꜱꜰᴇʀᴀᴛᴜ

𓆩𓆪ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ:

It's been three years since Nanami retired from his life of sorcery. But when cursed spirits start lurking around his very own home and affecting the life he worked so hard for, he may have hurt the last person he ever wanted to.

𓆩𓆪ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 7,333

𓆩𓆪ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: blood, mild swearing, slight gore, tianami+domestic life

𓆩𓆪ᴍʏ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏʀ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ𓆩𓆪

Every time Tiana grew near, Nanami felt strange.

No, it wasn’t the presence of bashfulness usually found in juvenile couples, they had been married for five years now, and dated in highschool. There was nothing to be shy about.

And no, it wasn’t an intense desire that lurked in more sentimental moods, not even with Tiana’s lingering finger tips ghosting over his warm body in the cool of the night.

That’s what made the feeling even stranger.

It was dark.

It was plain odd.

Nanami had a very keen sense of discernment when it came to the beings beyond; he had retired from a life of sorcery 3 years ago, but to Tiana he had simply retired early from a day job as a regular salaryman. He couldn’t divulge her into such dangers, being together was already a risk in itself. Not to mention, Tiana was very superstitious and had a certain level of discernment of her own. While she called them “loa”, Nanami knew them as cursed spirits. Some may call them demons, ghosts, phantoms, the paranormal; they were all very similar by how they interacted with the physical realm.

And that was usually by causing some sort of mischief and a sense of despair.

An influx of cursed spirits had begun to infiltrate their home, hiding in dark corners or shaded areas, skirting around the borders and slithering under their floorboards. It would wake Tiana up at night in a frenzy, and while the spiritual cleansing she did with her sage and incense helped, it didn’t permanently rid themselves of the problem. So Nanami, who didn’t even break his exorcism streak to help the daunted citizens on the streets of New Orleans, found himself back on the clock around the clock. When he decided to move here with Tiana, he knew he was bound to run into those fleshless beings because of the south’s rich history, he just never expected them to run amuck in his own home.

Especially to this extent.

They were drawn to Tiana like flies to honey, and even Nanami found shivers running down his spine when Tiana would drift by, a disfigured blob resting at the base of her neck, or clamped around her ankles as she dragged her feet. Slung around her lower back like a poorly adjusted bookbag. Tiana blamed her ailments on the child growing in her stomach, which is partially true. But the other half was due to beings she couldn’t properly see.

To her, they were strange shadows flitting across her vision in the night with hallowed faces and glowing eyes.

“Nanami…” Tiana rasped, clutching her chest as she sat bone straight in bed, her other hand bruising Nanami’s forearm with an agonizing grip. “I don’t think I can put up with this any longer. I can’t keep seeing these…things!”

“Sweetheart…” Nanami’s mouth tingled with a habitual lie. “I don’t see what you’re seeing. I think you’re still drowsy.”

“So you’re telling me,” Tiana’s voice dipped, “That you didn’t see that spindly thing creeping in the corner before you turned on the lamp?”

“Tia, I can’t say that I have.” Nanami tried to reassure her, but she shook her head aggressively, her bonnet threatening to slide off.

“Ken, I swear to you, something was just standing there. It-” She hesitated, her eyes darting frantically. “It was trying to talk to me.”

Nanami frowned. “Talk to you?”

“Ken, I swear I’m not crazy-” She gripped him even harder.

“Hey, I know, I know.” Nanami spoke quietly.

“You’ve gotta believe me.” She sounded so desperate, so of course Nanami stood in her corner.

“I-I do.” Nanami swallowed, his eyes darting to the vacant corner. If those cursed spirits were trying to communicate with her, it could become disastrous. “What…what was it saying?”

Tiana winced, holding her head, a strange jolt rolling through her skull. “I…I don’t know. But it sounded like…that thing in my dream.”

“Are you sure you’re not still dreaming?” Nanami caressed her face in an attempt to lighten the mood, but Tiana didn’t swoon not once. Her face felt cold, and her expression was tight.

“Nanami, I am being serious.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

Tiana pulled away from his palms, tucking her knees in. “These dark figures keep talking to me, it’s some sort of gibberish, but I can still somehow understand what they are saying. And there’s one voice louder than the rest, chanting over and over. It’s…it’s freaking me out.”

Nanami’s lips twitched as he tried to keep his expression deadpanned. “What's it saying?”

Something aberrant washes over Tiana’s face, her eyes catching the light of the tungsten bulbs as they glowed like doused embers. Her voice comes out as a low rasp from the crevices of her throat.

“˙ʇɐǝ”

Nanami’s breathing stills, the degrees around them dipping so much that it caused the hair on his arms to stand on end.

“Excuse me?”

A loud thump echoes from their closet, both of them whipping around to stare at the cracked folding doors, a vertical void of black staring back at them.

“The closet…” Tiana’s voice returns to a soft whisper, and Nanami feels the muscles in his neck twitch. “Go…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but Nanami knew she wanted him to check out whatever was prowling between their clothes. But at the same time, Nanami didn’t want to turn his back to Tiana right now.

Nanami had never really feared cursed spirits, because fearing them would mean fearing reality. Those beings were his reality, so it would be nonsensical to be alarmed by them when it was something he couldn’t always control; like fearing the possibility of being struck by lightning.

So why did he feel such unease from his own wife?

But Nanami, being the obedient husband that he was, sidestepped to the closet, careful to keep Tiana in his peripheral vision as well. As he crept closer, he felt it; the funk of the unrested. Tendrils of darkness billowed from the thin sliver between the two doors. Its presence throbbed, causing Nanami to stall momentarily. It mirrored the same aura surrounding Tiana, their shadows almost synchronizing.

Whatever was in here had to be the catalyst of Tiana’s current worries. It must be attempting to latch onto her.

Nanami’s palms began to dampen as he reached for the wooden knob, a strange rumble rolling through the room. Nanami felt the vibrations in the souls of his feet, and Tiana shivered in fear.

“It’s there…” She whispered through trembling lips, the color lost to them.

Nanami places his hand on the knob, his other arm slightly guarding his body, palm flattened and ready to slice like an ironed blade, having retired his old cursed tool to the depths of the attic.

He dragged the door open with a slow creak, the sound lacerating the inside of his ears as the rhythm of his heart began to quicken.

It was only a peak, but he saw it.

It burst from the closet, wood splintering past Nanami’s arms as he shielded his face, an ear splitting scream erupting from Tiana as raw as an open wound. There were a series of rapid footsteps and the crash of glass from their bedroom window.

Nanami lowered his slightly scratched arms, whipping to see Tiana clutching her chest, heaving heavily as she burrowed into their bedding, sobs revving in the back of her throat. The glass twinkled in the moonlight like falling stars, constellations decorating their dark wooden floor as a soft breeze allowed the curtains to ghost through the air.

Nanami did his best to calm Tiana down, setting her up in the guest bedroom so that he could repair the window as best he could, but she would not settle at all. Her skin paled from its usual golden glow, and her hands fidgeted with his in an attempt to get him to stay.

“Just cover it with a sheet or something.” Tiana begged. “Just don’t leave me.”

“I can’t leave my mother-in-law’s house like that.” Nanami attempted to joke. “I can’t leave our house like that.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if that was Ma…” Tiana’s teeth chattered. Eudora was a bit difficult to please in life, so of course her soul would be bitter in death. Tiana was sure her mother had come back to haunt her for not having a grandbaby while she was alive.

“Can’t be.” Nanami says factually. He had seen Eudora’s spirit before, a soft blue mist smiling upon their union before ascending to the beyond.

But of course Tiana couldn’t see these beings as clearly as he could, so she gave him a sickly expression; unamused and overturned.

“Then what was that, Nanami.”

“Maybe an animal-”

“That was not a damn animal.” Tiana gritted. “That thing…that thing, I can’t explain it, but maybe it’s something that can’t be explained. I don’t know.”

“But I do know that I can’t stay here- we cannot stay here and raise a child like this.” Tiana’s spirit seemed to shrivel. “Maybe we should-”

“No.” Nanami flat out disagreed. “We can’t, we said we wouldn’t.”

“Nanami, just think for a second.” Tiana placed her hands on his chest, the vibration of his heart calming her. “Our safety takes priority, not a plot of land.”

“You really want to give all this-” Nanami motioned his arms around, “all this up just because of a little scare?”

“Nanami, that was more than a little damn ‘scare’…”

“You want to give up the beautiful views of the southern valleys…” Nanami’s voice cradled Tiana’s soul like a familiar hymn. “Our white picket fence, and beautiful garden. The idea of passing this home to rascals of our own…” Nanami used his two fingers to walk across Tiana’s belly and she giggled, the sensation tickling her.

“A pretty little house in the countryside where it’s nice and quiet, fireflies lighting the way back home. An even prettier lady.” Nanami brushes his pointer finger under her chin, and Tiana feels warm inside. “Who’d want to give up a view like this?”

“They’ve been hounding us down to buy our home for what?” Nanami’s eyes brightened as he voiced a future that seemed to become a bedtime story to Tiana’s ears. “To…lay down some rickety rails and create a shortcut from the east to the west? At the cost of our beautiful home? I don’t think so.”

“Well I know…” Tiana gently cut him off. “If I get that bad feeling again, I will sell the land in a heartbeat. Let the train-goers deal with ghosts, not us.”

Nanami kissed Tiana’s forehead, hugging her close. The scent of the wicked had dissipated, leaving a scent of cocoa butter and lavender. “That’s fair.”

As the sun sat in the middle of the sky, Nanami worked on replacing the busted glass panes as Tiana exfoliated her knees in the dark soil, toiling at the beds of flowers sprouting from the earth. The roses were in full bloom, their petals a bright red like a fresh gash, Tiana doing her best to avoid their sharpened stems. As she pruned the bush, discarding wilted petals and blackened leaves, she noticed a rose that stood out from the rest. Its petals were jet black, like a hole eating away at the green brush. Its stem was like lightning, zigging and zagging through the other roses like a bolt of electricity. Tiana frowned.

As more and more days passed, the eerie feeling didn’t go away, and Tiana avoided sleep to dodge the being behind her eyelids that kept trying to communicate with her. She tried her best to keep the queasy feeling in her stomach at bay, trying her damndest to focus on work. But the stench of sin followed her to Tiana’s Palace, along with a string of abnormal deaths.

Victims were found dismembered in horrific ways, their insides strung across the crime scene as if the culprit were using their bowels as confetti, but strangely their bodies were drained of blood despite the mess made. And every night, the victims popped up closer and closer to her restaurant, her stomach lurching with each body found in the dark alleys of the street.

“You’re on the way, right?” Tiana worriedly asked Nanami through the phone for the third night in a row, asking him to pick her up so she wouldn’t have to commute home alone. “The last person just left, I’m about to lock up.”

“Yes, love, I am right around the corner.” Nanami spoke gently, his footsteps echoing on the pavement, the streets of New Orleans bare as the sounds of lonely souls whistled in the wind, looking for something to hold onto. Cursed energy encased Nanami like a blue flame, whirling around to ward off the evil beings threatening him from the dark. They were minor spirits; Nanami could easily stomp them out like cigarette buds. But they didn’t dare attack him, so he returned the sentiment.

“How was work today?” Nanami asked, switching the subject to ease Tiana’s mind, but that’s not the only thing he wanted to ask her pertaining to the business. But now wasn’t the time.

Tiana sighed deeply, and Nanami knew her pretty face was scrunched in distaste, he could see it so clearly.

“Business has been plummeting for the past few days because of the strange crimes around the area.” Tiana was clearly more than disappointed about the lack of patrons. From morn’ til’ night, there was always a full house, customers resorting to reservations because walking in was impossible. Now, there were barely any tables to clean, even her regulars voiced their avoidance of the area until the murderer was caught.

Nanami frowned. He knew Tiana had been working her whole life to finally have a restaurant to call her own. If she was upset about something, naturally he would share that pain. He just didn’t want her to give up on her dreams.

Nanami turns the corner, the restaurant in his line of sight as he speaks into the phone.

“You’re not thinking of-”

Nanami stiffened, a familiar sensation washing over him.

The feeling he found lying dormant in his own home.

Why was this same presence on the opposite side of town?

Nanami turned to the dark alley perpendicular to him, swallowing thickly as he heard squelches echo in the night, followed by what sounded like grinding stones in such a filthy manner that it made even Nanami’s stomach churn.

While Nanami was used to seeing tragedies, that didn’t make the spectacle he saw anyless mortifying. Whatever it was, it was shrouded in darkness with eyes that glowed like pyrite, mauling the arm of the innocent.

“I’ll call you back.” Nanami said, hanging up in the middle of Tiana’s protest.

Nanami stood on the dark pavement, watching life leave the poor woman’s eyes, her skin pastel in the light. She wheezed past chapped lips stained with red as she mouthed pleas to a God that wouldn’t be coming to her aid, for she had already been claimed by the damned.

Her dulling eyes flitted to Nanami, every so often going out of focus as the demon whittle the flesh off the bone, the sounds of hungry bites and something like a drain being unclogged.

“H-He…help…m-me…”

Nanami frowned. There was nothing to help. If he called an ambulance or even the police, they wouldn’t be able to stitch the gash in her body as her blood was lapped up. They probably wouldn’t make it in time, and if they did, she would live the rest of her mortal life suffering. Also, as coldhearted as it was, it was none of his business.

Tiana’s safety was his business. And if the demon had to preoccupy itself on another innocent bystander to keep his wife from harm, then he would sacrifice the world easily. As long as Tiana wasn’t being preyed on, he didn’t mind someone else being brought harm.

This is why he couldn’t continue his life of sorcery. She would always come first, no matter what.

And this is why he could never tell her about this life. He wouldn’t be able to bear her disappointment if he told her how selfish he was when it came to other’s lives weighted against her own.

So Nanami turned sharply on his heels, cracked sobs dwindling as he walked down the street, turning a blind eye.

Tiana gave him a long hug when he arrived, clutching his back as she let out a weighted sigh. After locking the building down, they strolled down the street, Nanami steering them away from the crime scene.

“Don’t hang up on me so suddenly.” Tiana said, tucking her face into her jacket. “You scared me.”

“I’m in one piece.” Nanami said, and Tiana scowled.

“I know, but still…”

The two walk in silence, their feet scuffling the ground, stray pebbles being kicked out of their wake. Suddenly, Tiana speaks of the troubles laying dormant in her heart.

“Nanami, I think I’m going to-”

“Sell the restaurant?” Nanami gave a sad smile. Tiana’s breath got caught in her throat.

“H-How did you…?”

“I saw the paperwork in the guestroom underneath the pillow.” Nanami brushed his hand through his hair. “Not the best hiding spot.”

Tiana sighs, rubbing her face. “Things are just getting too weird, Nanami.”

“I get that, but…” Nanami paused. “Do you really want to give this life up?”

“I don’t see it as giving up.” Tiana says. “It’s just starting over, starting fresh. Resetting.” She grabs his arm as they continue to walk. “We can move to someplace more urban, maybe bless the upper states with our southern taste?”

“We’d have to lose our garden.” Nanami chuckles.

“I’m willing to risk that. I just…” Tiana fidgets with his sleeve. “I just don’t want to lose you. Or you lose me.”

Nanami raises a brow. “Why would I lose you?”

“Ken, I feel it.” Tiana swallowed. “Whatever this thing is, it’s coming. And I feel like it’s coming for me.”

“Why is that?” Nanami felt something sticky in his spine.

“I can’t explain it, but it’s getting closer. I just…I just know it.”

Nanami tightened his hold on Tiana. Nanami was positive this “thing” wasn’t out for her specifically, he was sure her perception had somehow strengthened because of the proximity to these cursed spirits lately. He sense of danger heightened because she was expecting soon as well. But he wasn’t going to put her worries on the backburner because of a perception. If she was worried, then he’d have to rid her of that worry. He would have to be on high alert so she wouldn't need to be.

“Nothing is going to happen to you.” Nanami says with determination. “That I promise you.”

Nanami was guarded from dusk until dawn, taking extra precautions to survey the house and even did a few cleansing rituals Tiana had shown him to bring back a sense of comfort to the home. While Tiana slept, Nanami found himself praying, and Lord knows he wasn’t the religious type. Anything to ease Tiana’s mind and to keep her safe; even if it meant sullying his knees for a few hours a day. He took time to commute Tiana to and from work, Tiana agreeing to close earlier so they wouldn’t have to travel in the cusp of the night. One night, Tiana slid into the passenger side, saw Nanami’s baggy eyes, and wiped at them as she wished she could swipe them off. He was going through all this for her safety. Doing all this so she wouldn’t have to alter her lifelong dreams.

“You should sleep tonight.” Tiana held his face. “You’re going to push yourself too hard for my sake.”

Nanami kissed her palm, muttering softly as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. “I can never do too much for you.”

Nanami didn’t sleep that night, but it caught up to him the next day because he overslept terribly long. He had planned to rest his eyes, just a few long blinks around noon is all, but it turned into a deep slumber. Instead of his usually obnoxious alarm waking him up, it was the sound of his front door blowing wide open.

“Wha-?” Nanami groaned, jolting awake in his bed, groggily looking around. It was dark outside, the sun setting hours ago. Suddenly, his memory was jogged, Tiana’s mesmerizing face popping into his mind and bringing him from his dreamlike state.

“Shit.” He muttered, jumping out of bed. Tiana must have come home on her own, undoubtedly pissed and ready to tear him a new one. He quickly rubbed the sleep from his eyes, stumbling to his bedroom door which was cracked open and waving slightly in the dark.

“Tiana?” He groggily shouted, his volume much louder than intended. “I’m sorry, I overslept.” He took another step towards the door. “You were right-?”

His hand hovered over the cold door knob with hesitation.

That thing was there, behind the door.

He could feel it.

Nanami’s nostrils flared, his arm braced in front of him like a sword ready to strike. The shadows around him shifted, his sense of balance tilting as he swung the door open quickly.

Tiana lets out a deafening shriek, the fearsome face of her husband scaring her half to death. She had never seen his face so threatening, and for the first time in his presence she actually felt as if she were in danger. She felt that she was half a second away from losing her life, even though he held nothing that seemed to be a weapon, just his bare palm ready to strike.

“Sh-Shit, Nanami!” Tiana shrieked, clutching herself as she doubled over. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“I’m sorry, you-” Nanami reached out for her, but she pulled away aggressively. “You startled me.”

“God, fucking- ugh!” Tiana brushed past him with more force than he expected, a strange gruffness tickling the back of her throat. “Just…go away!”

She marched into their shared bathroom, Nanami spinning on his heels, apologies spewing from his mouth.

“Tiana, I’m really sorry for-”

Slam!

Tiana slams the door in his face, the windows rattling behind their curtains. Nanami cringes back. He waits for a moment, before lightly knocking on the door. The only thing that responds is the sound of running water from the showerhead.

Nanami sighs, tapping his forehead to the door. He swore he felt that presence on the other side of the door, he’d bet his life on it. His instincts have never steered him wrong before.

So what the hell was that?

Nanami walked back to the bedroom door, examining every crack and crevice. Inspecting the hinges and the framework, trying to see if something had laced itself into the wood. He crouched to the floorboards, noticing something dark had dripped onto the floor. His eyes scanned back, the trail coming from the front door, which was still swinging open in the dark, nothing but thick trees with wide branches waving back at him.

Nanami crept to the door, his bare feet sweating as he followed the dark droplets, their viscosity varying. When he finally got to the door, the wind howled, a harsh breeze blowing into his home.

And carried along the wind was the heavy scent of blood.

Nanami mopped the floors quickly, lips downturned and his brows pressed together. Something wasn’t right, and it disturbed Nanami to his core. Had Tiana hurt herself on the way here? Had something followed Tiana home? He just couldn’t figure it out. And while he meant to apologize for his incompetence as a husband, he ended up interrogating her instead.

“Are you okay?” Nanami asked the heap underneath their bedroom blanket. There was the slightest shuffle as Tiana tucked more of the computer into her body.

“Nanami, not right now.” Her voice was scratchy.

“Did something happen on the way here?” Nanami pressed, to which he got no response. “I really am sorry-”

“Nanami.” Her voice pierced him, and he snapped his mouth shut. “I’m really not in the mood right now. Can you just…go away? Please?”

Nanami fornwed even deeper. Tiana rarely ever got like this; she was so easy to crack. Even now, there was so much yearning in her voice. So why was she so hellbent on pushing him away? Was she really that pissed at him? While she had the right to be, Nanami would rather her start yelling or berating him than completely exclude him.

He slept in the guest room that night.

Tiana didn’t come out of her room the next day, telling Nanami behind the closed door that she’s taking some time off.

“I don’t feel well.” She said, and who was Nanami to correct her?

“Do you need anything?” Nanami asked. She declined quickly.

Tiana was the type to suffer alone, and Nanami would be lying if he said they didn’t mirror each other perfectly when it came to that stubborn philosophy. Because of this stubbornness, Tiana and Nanami both knew the other would knot themselves bending over backwards for the other person, even if they declined.

So Nanami made her some southern style grits for breakfast, bringing the tray to their bedroom. But when he tried to open the door, it was locked. He twisted it a few times to be sure, and Tiana’s muffled voice sounded behind the door.

“Just leave it.”

Nanami grimaced, but obeyed her instructions. But as time passed, he didn’t hear the door open or shut, not even once.

For lunch, he made her a light broth with shredded vegetables that was sure to increase her vigor, and brought it to the door to see her breakfast sitting cold and lumpy in its bowl. Nanami picked up the grits, replacing it with the broth and knocked on the door.

“If you’re still upset with me, I understand.” Nanami stated.

“No, no, I’m not.” Tiana stammered, and it made her words sound like a lie. “I just…don’t have an appetite right now.”

“I know you feel bad, but you should at least eat something to settle your stomach.” Nanami paused, placing his palm on the door. “Let me take care of you.”

“I know, I just…” There’s a pause. “Can’t.”

“Let me at least see you…” Nanami said. He couldn’t seem to get rid of that feeling.

“Oh no.” Tiana panicked. “No, no, no, you do not want to see me right now.”

“Tiana, there’s nothing about you that I haven’t already seen.” His voice was sly, but Tiana didn’t budge.

“Kento, not right now.”

A shiver runs down Nanami’s spine. Tiana only called him by his real name when she was extremely upset, which was so rare that his name sounded fictitious coming from her mouth. But the way she said it wasn’t even in anger; the sentence was voiced in a calm manner but had a lot of bite. It made Nanami extremely nervous.

For dinner, Nanami used the leftover broth from the fridge. He knocked on the door, but there was no response this time.

“Tia, I know my cooking isn’t as good but you should still eat.” He joked.

The silence laughed at him.

“You haven’t eaten all day. It can’t be good for you, or…our child.”

Nothing. Not even the creak of bed springs to signal movement.

Nanami pressed his forehead on the door.

“I know you’re upset with me but please…” Nanami found himself begging at what felt like death’s door. “At least let me hear your voice.”

She didn’t respond.

Nanami sighed, making his way back to the kitchen. He poured the food into a container, sealed it tight with a lid, and placed it in the fridge. He knows she can eat on her own time, but dammit, she shouldn't go on a food strike if she was this upset. Her health was of utmost importance and she had to take care of herself, especially now.

Later that night, while Nanami was patrolling the outside of his house, cleansing the air with sage and striking down the minor spirits lurking about, he swore he smelled it. The metallic scent of blood, just beyond the treeline. The shadows on the trees seemed to grow and shift in the night, weird shapes and figures dancing in the dark. He was about to check it out, the crushed energy around him spiking as it shielded his flesh, when the slam of his bedroom window caused him to jolt.

He looked back to see Tiana’s silhouette fiddling with the locks, then her shadow stood there, surveying Nanami. He’d be lying if he said the feeling that washed over him wasn’t an eerie one. Even when he turned his back to her, he could feel her brown eyes watching him.

Something was odd.

“She must have fallen asleep with the window open.” He muttered aloud. It was comforting to hear a familiar voice, even if it was just his own. And it was a bit cold outside, which he used to explain away the chatter of his teeth.

The next day it was the same routine, Nanami making food and Tiana refusing to eat, despite the loud growls and cries from her stomach behind the door, which rang alarms in Nanami’s head.

“If you’re so hungry, then you should come out and eat.” Nanami pressed, his worry growing by the second. Tiana would suck her teeth in response.

In the middle of the night, Nanami suddenly awoke, a strange feeling washing over his spirit. He heard the window from their bedroom slide, but it didn’t sound as if it were snapping shut.

Why would Tiana be opening the window at-

Nanami looked at the digital clock on the nightstand.

At 12 o’clock in the morning?

Nanami crept out of the guest bedroom, slinking down the hall. It stretched and curved, and each step he took to their bedroom door didn’t seem to make his distance shorter, the wood elongating like a twisted maze. He felt sick.

“Tiana?”

Nanami's voice was a wisp in the night, finally making it to their tall wooden door. It seemed to stretch into the heavens. Was this a dream?

He felt dizzy.

Nanami knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the lonely house. He twisted the knob, but it was still locked.

“T?”

The wind howled back at him.

He had to get out of the house.

Nanami scampered out the front door, heart rattling in his chest. His breath felt weighted, almost sluggish as it dragged through his lungs. The dark tree towered over him, curving into the atmosphere like an upside down bowl. He had to be seeing things.

This must be some type of nightmare. That would explain this overwhelming fear.

But there was something familiar about this presence. This feeling of inherent evil.

Nanami turned the corner of their house, past their tangling garden, and to their bedroom window. It was wide open, white curtain blowing erratically in the dark like a lost soul. He pushed the curtain back inside, parting them to look inside the house.

Tiana wasn’t there.

Like a thief in the night, Nanami crawled through their window, awkwardly landing on the floor with a solid thud. He slammed the window shut, breath ragged. He unlocked their bedroom door, then climbed into their shared comforter like a child hiding from phantoms.

Something was different. Even the scent of their sheets was different. It wasn’t the usual soft smell of cocoa butter or oils, or the vanilla candles she loved to use.

There was a stench of death wafting in this room. All Nanami could do was cling to a pillow as he mourned.

Nanami couldn’t sleep, he lay awake as he waited for his wife to return. He knew it was her rattling at the window, soft swears exiting her lips. He heard her nervous footsteps pace outside, then the specific jingle of her heavy keys unlocked the front door. Nanami didn’t even have the courage to sit up, nor the energy. He suddenly felt so heavy.

Their bedroom door swung open, and Nanami felt nauseous. He didn’t want to face the horrifying truth, so he just tucked the comforter around him tighter.

“Where have you been?” His voice shook.

“Out.” The voice tore through him. It sounded like Tiana, but it didn’t feel like Tiana. Her soul was soft, and she would quite literally have a golden ring around her at times like a saint descending from heaven. But this thing talking to him now seemed to make the already dark room look like a void. Nanami couldn’t even see his own hands in front of his eyes.

“Out where?”

“Just out.”

“You don’t want to elaborate.”

“God, Kento, get off my back.” She snapped, and Nanami cringed. But he couldn’t look her in the face. He was scared of what he might see, and what he may have to do.

“I’m just worried about you.” His voice broke as he balled his fist up. “You know I care about you.”

“If you really care, you’ll leave me the hell alone!”

The door slammed, and her footsteps receded to the other bedroom, the pressure on his body lifting. Nanami let out a strangled breath. That wasn’t Tiana.

Nanami stayed holed up in his room on the third day, trying to come up with some sort of plan. The sun was shrouded with dark clouds, and outside it looked like nighttime.

Nanami was sure the thing pretending to be his wife wasn’t her at all. The strange presence alone and the shifting of his surroundings at night was enough to prove that. It was some sort of cursed spirit, awakening and growing with each night, maybe learning how to expand its domain. But why in Nanami’s home? Why his wife?

Nanami was able to pinpoint the familiarity of said spirit, it was the same as the one he saw in the dark alley. Tiana was right, something really was coming after them. Nanami should have taken care of the cursed spirit when he first saw it. It was irresponsible for him to let it run wild. His selfishness came back to bite him.

Last night, he debated on immediately killing the being. But if he did, he may never find Tiana again. He was sure she was out there, maybe this face stealing demon was using her and had her hidden away somewhere. That had to be it. There was no other reality he was willing to accept.

So when nightfall hit, he heard the slide of the guest window, and the soft crunch of grass in the chilly October night. Immediately, he hopped out of bed, sped to the hallway, and yanked down the attic chord. A set of stairs creaked down, and he firmly placed them on the floor. He climbed up with a sense of urgency, his head poking into the dusty room. He didn’t bother turning on the light, he knew exactly what he was looking for, and exactly where it was. He could sense its power.

Nanami tailed behind “Tiana”, careful to duck into the shadows when she seemed too suspicious or weary of being followed. Nanami had a plan; he would follow this impersonator to wherever it was keeping his wife, immediately kill it with no questions asked, and save Tiana. He wasn’t sure how he was going to explain his cursed technique, or his cursed tool, or anything about the world of sorcery. He’d have to improvise that part.

Nanami eyed the being pretending to be the love of his life. From behind, it looked almost exactly like Tiana, even down to the sway of her hips. But one thing that easily told that thing apart from the real Tiana physically is how thin it was. Tiana was five months into pregnancy. This thing wasn’t showing at all. One thing rang true, it may be able to imitate his lover’s face, but it could never imitate the love they made together.

As Nanami trailed behind, he recognized the scenery. They were walking along the street where her restaurant sat, the sound of a sloshing river adjacent to them. Nanami stuttered in his steps momentarily, and the being stopped. Before it could whip around, Nanami ducked into the same alley he had left that woman to die. Nanami’s face grew paler than the moon.

I’m gonna get her out, he thought. She’s in there waiting on me.

She’s been waiting ever since that night I failed to show up.

The being used Tiana’s keys to enter her safe haven, but Nanami had a set of keys of his own. He went around the back of the restaurant, entering through the kitchen. Blue encasing him, he eased through the room, careful not to knock any hanging pots or pans, careful not to carelessly creak the floorboards. When he got to the swinging doors that led to the large dining room, he didn’t see that thing there, nothing but empty tables and a glittering crystal chandelier. A grand staircase that led to the rooftop. It was empty.

But then he heard it.

Tiana’s voice, weak and helpless, crying out to him in pain.

“Nana…mi…he-help…”

Losing all tact, Nanami burst through the doors, and they swung loudly behind him. He frantically looked around, blood rushing through his ears as he continued to hear her calls, but couldn’t seem to find her.

“Nanami…p-please…”

“Tiana?” Nanami called back desperately. He had to find her. This was a matter of life and death. He was desperate. “Tiana!”

“Nanami?”

“Tiana, I’m here, just…” Nanami stammered, his worst nightmare coming true before his very eyes. “Tell me where you are!”

The chandelier above him shivered, and Nanami swears he hears a giggle in between Tiana’s broken sobs.

“Na-na-mi…” The once pained voice seemed to sing a song of mockery, and Nanami felt his blood turn cold. “Help me!”

Slowly, Nanami looked up to see the thing hanging from the chandelier with one arm, wearing Tiana’s face. Its eyes glowed like embers as it bared its teeth.

“Save me, Nanami Kento!” It sneered, followed by a heartless cackle. Nanami blinked slowly, nostrils flared. “Won’t you save me from this evil monster?”

“You little-”

Nanami didn’t get to finish his insult, the spirit lunging at him with speed Nanami hadn’t witnessed in years. He hadn’t felt a presence this strong in years, and it came from one of his own students. So seeing that same power being used but holding his wife’s face made him lock up with fear.

The thing tackled him, immediately wrapping its hands around his neck, long nails digging into his skin. It seemed to be laughing as if this were some sort of game to it, but that’s what human lives were to cursed spirits. Games to play when they are bored.

The oxygen severed itself from Nanami’s brain, making it hard to think straight. But thankfully, his instincts kicked in, kicking the demon in its abdomen and sending it backward and clearing a few tables as well.

Nanami staggered up, massaging his neck as he surveyed his opponent, ratioed line appearing on the beings neck, arms, and torso. But he couldn’t kill it just yet, he needed to know where the real Tiana went. He cursed under his breath, disappointed that he fell for such a simple trap. How blind could he be?

“Damn, that’s some strong legs you got.” The way Tiana’s voice was being used sent shivers down his spine. “You’d kick your own wife like that? In the stomach?”

“You are not my wife.” Nanami’s face tightened.

The demon tapped its chin, giving a clueless look.

“Then who am I to you?”

“A spawn from hell. A thief.” Nanami pointed his blade to the demon. His stance was wide. “You stole my wife’s face, and you will return it.”

“Hm?” The demon said, before erupting into laughter. A sound that was once so sweet was now tainted.

“Thief? I ain’t no thief.” The demon dragged its nails across its stolen face, and Nanami cringed. “She gave it up. I will admit, I haven’t looked this pretty in deca-”

Their sentence was cut short, blocking a swift attack from Nanami’s cleaver with its arm.

“Isn’t it rude to interrupt a lady while she’s speaking?”

“Stop using her voice.” Nanami spat.

Blows were volleyed back and forth, neither taking any real damage, but Tiana’s restaurant sure did. Pillars were splintered through, the stairs caved, and the beautiful white table clothes were sullied with dirt and splotches of blood. The two seemed to be at a stalemate, not because Nanami was weaker.

He couldn’t kill something that wore his wife’s face.

“You’re stalling.” The thing said, wiping at Tiana’s sweaty brow. “Why don’t you finish the job already, oh great sorcerer?” It taunted him. Nanami gritted his teeth.

“Tell me where you’re keeping her, or I might have to fulfill your wishes.”

“Oh please, you don’t have the balls.” The thing shrugged. “You couldn’t do it a few nights ago, and you sure as hell can’t do it now. You’re a selfish coward.”

Nanami gripped his weapon.

“If you had done your job in the first place, this wouldn’t be happening now.”

Nanami struck at its arm, slicing it at its perceived weak point, her forearm flying across the room, along with her hand and fingers. Blood spouted out, pouring onto the floor and sopping Tiana’s favorite pair of shoes. The being stood there dumbfounded at first, then gave a genuinely impressed look.

“Nice hit.” It said as it nodded its head. “But shouldn't you have aimed for my neck?”

“Would you like me to put you out of your misery so soon?” Nanami dared. He was angry, not only because of this face stealer, but because it was inherently right.

The thing held up a finger to halt him.

“Before you do that, I have something funny to show you. I swear you’re going to laugh, watch this-”

Nanami raised his cleaver, just in case the demon tried something yet again, but instead of attacking, their once golden eyes dimmed to that innocent brown that Nanami was all too familiar with. Its sharp fangs receded back into its gums. Their long nails shrunk back into their beds, tucked in for the night. The face blinked once, then twice, those doe eyes growing larger in the dark.

Nanami felt himself sink into despair.

“Ken?” Her voice was soft, clueless, so incorrupt. She looked around in fear, her breath stifling as she saw the state of her restaurant; years of work destroyed before her eyes. “Ken what’s going-”

She winced, going to hold her arm, but it was missing. She hadn’t caught onto that yet, and Nanami tried to step in quickly.

“Tiana, don’t move, okay?” He stepped towards her, waving the meat cleaver around, and Tiana yelled as she jumped back.

“Why do you have that?” She yelled. “Why-” She looked around the room, then to Nanami’s bloodied weapon, then to the floor where her shoes were squeaking in dark liquid. “Why am I here? What’s-”

“Tiana, I need you to calm down.” Nanami tried to talk calmly, but it didn’t work. Hell, even he was panicking inside. Tiana felt overstimulated, her mind whirling around as she kept trying to clutch her arm but seemed to be missing it somehow. It hurt so bad.

“My arm-!” Tiana winced. Her body seemed to throb, and tears pricked her eyes. “It hurts-” She raised it slowly, and Nanami tried to stop her.

“Don’t look-”

“It hurts, Nanami…” She cried out, prying her eyes open in the dark as she raised it. “My arm…?”

Where her arm should be was nothing but clean cut flesh at her elbow, blood spilling from the wound down her arm like water trickling down a waterfall. Her breathing hitched, looking at the grotesque nub, a piece of white peeking out.

It was bone.

She let out a blood curdling cry.

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Interviews with Nancy Glass and Stone Philips

Jeffrey Dahmer wouldn’t be the first serial killer to give a televised interview. Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, Ed Kemper, to name a few gave televised interviews. It was a trend at that time, you may say. As the television was the main source of entertainment and people were drawn to know more and more about the infamous serial killers who shocked the world. But what sets Jeff Dahmer apart from those is that he didn’t have to.

Bundy was trying to appeal to the public as an innocent person at first, while on his last interview, he did it to blame the pornography and, again, appeal to the public in a desperate attempt to get off the death penalty.

Ramirez always claimed to be innocent. For his interview he prepared speeches to read out of. He was shifting the blame towards the Government. “Serial killers do, on a small scale, what governments do on a large one. They are products of our times and these are bloodthirsty times.”

Gacy, just as Ramirez, was vehement that he didn’t do the crimes he was accused of. "When they paint the image that I was this monster who picked up these altar boys along the streets and swatted them like flies, I said, 'This is ludicrous’”

Ed Kemper was the one who stood out as, in his 1984 interview, he described how he committed murder in detailed way. “One victim let me back in the car. I locked myself out. She opened the door for me. My gun was under the seat. What in the Hell am I doing telling you that? Am I a masochist? Am I looking to be tormented further? I’m trying to show you just how awful this got. How commanding this got. I was raging inside.” His blame was mainly on his mother. “My mother was a sick, angry, hungry and very sad woman. I hated her.” When asked about why did he actually kill the girls, his response was “My frustration, my inability to communicate socially, sexually… I wasn’t impotent, but emotionally I was impotent. I was scared to death of failing in male - female relationships. I knew absolutely nothing about that whole area.”

Jeff’s interviews were somewhat similar to those of Kemper in the way that he was trying to explain the reasons why he did the murders. Instead, Jeffrey never got into details on how he killed his victims in any of his 2 interviews. He did in the audio recorded interviews, but not in the video taped interviews. And that is important. Because one can read out of a piece of paper and act as he’s not reading if he’s only audio taped. If it’s on video, the acting and memory has to be impeccable. A person who doesn’t lie, doesn’t need to read out of a piece of paper to remember what they did. They remember vividly what they did.

Jeff’s interviews were quite convincing. If he was playing a role, he did a great job. If it was real that he committed those crimes, it does stand out the fact that he barely talked about it. He talked about his urges, his feelings, his first 2 alleged murders on how he picked them up, but doesn’t tell us what he did with them, how he killed them. Remember this is an alleged serial killer who already confessed to his crimes. He has nothing to hide. Yet, on TV he doesn’t talk on how he killed. He talked on why. His why is more important than his how, one can argue. Killing was a means to an end, as Jeff would put it.

These 2 interviews looked thoroughly thought out and rehearsed. He appeared believable, honest, convincing.

Describing why instead of describing how is easier to memorize as you can easily improvise on the why, while with the how, you can forget details and stumble or you can contradict yourself.

Granted, he was answering questions he was asked. He may have not wanted to describe how he killed his victims out of respect for the families and maybe he didn’t want to give gruesome details to the public.

Yet, he not only did one interview, but two describing the exact same things and answering the same questions. Why was the second interview needed? Well, because of his father’s book, of course. If you watch the Stone Philips interview, first thing Jeff is asked, after exchanging pleasantries is “did you read your father’s book?” The father himself is present.

“My dad sent me the book around last week and I spent all night reading it. I was up all night reading it.” The same night he got the book or last night before the interview? He didn’t specify. But, based on how he phrased it, I personally am inclined to think it was the night before the interview. I’m speculating here, of course.

He is asked about what he thinks of the book, if there was anything written in there that he was bothered by and so on. It seemed to me like the book was the main focus. Yes, he was asked questions about why he did the atrocities he supposedly committed, but there was nothing new as Jeff already talked about it in his previous interview. What was new, though was Jeff pointing out how he was the only one to blame! Not his family, not society, not pornography. Him and him only.

Now, the interview I want to focus on is the first one. The one with Nancy Glass.

First question he gets is why did he do the horrific crimes and his reply was “I had these obsessive desires and thoughts of wanting to control to uh… I don’t know how to put it uh… possess them permanently” and that’s why you killed them? “Right, right. Not because I was angry with them, not because I hated them, but because I wanted to keep them with me. And as my obsession grew, I was saving body parts such as skulls and skeletons” The last sentence wasn’t an answer to a question, he didn’t have to say it, yet he did. As he couldn’t stop and wanted to tell it all and get it over with.

Nancy tells him he sounds like someone who could tell himself ‘this is wrong’, ‘I must stop’. His exact reply “I always knew that it was wrong, but uh… after the f… The first… the first killing was not planned “ and then he proceeded to say how he met his first victim. Nancy didn’t ask him about his first victim, yet Jeff proceeded to tell the story he so well memorized or that probably actually happened. The story of the first victim. Notice how, in his televised interviews, the only victims he talks about are the first and second and when he talks about the second, he says he has no recollection of what actually happened. He was asked by Nancy if he told himself to stop and he started talking about the first victim, not any later victims. Because it was easier to say that after the second victim he couldn’t control himself at all, yet Nancy notices that after all the 17 murders he still sounds like someone who can tell himself to stop.

Nancy proceeds to ask Jeff what happened in the time between the first and second victim, the time he was able to control himself. Jeff’s blatant response was “It just wasn’t an opportunity to uh… fully express what I wanted to do “ then he talks about visiting bookstores and gay bars and, without being asked, proceeds to tell how he met his second victim. He is saying that his intention wasn’t to kill the second victim, but it happened and he doesn’t remember how it happened. “But that’s what started the whole spree all over again “ Afterwards he’s asked about his feelings after the killings and his reply is “it was almost addictive, almost uhhh… a surge of energy “ He brings out his need for control, yet he had no control over himself.

Jeffrey Dahmer talks about his motives in these two interviews. That is all he is asked about and that’s what he focuses on. If one knows that the motives are lust and control, it’s easy to explain without memorizing a script. It’s easy for Jeff to improvise on the spot as he is intelligent and articulate. Nothing from his televised interviews convinces me, personally that he’s done the things he was accused of doing just because he talks so nonchalantly about it.

Now, returning to the question in the beginning. Why did Jeff agree to not one, but two interviews? I think we can agree that the second one happened mainly because of his father’s book and it was a good way to promote it. Why did he accept to sit down and talk to Nancy Glass?

We know by now as it was talked in detail on our subreddit about how Jeff was using lines from a movie script in this interview that Jeff had inspiration of what to say, but it still doesn’t answer the question why. If he was the true monster everyone portrayed him to be, why coming on TV to talk about why you did it when you already gave a full confession to the authorities and everything is public? Why would you, as a guy who kept everything for himself, didn’t even talk to the family about himself in a deeper way, not even after his arrest because he told Stone Philips that he still doesn’t talk to his father about what happened because he didn’t see the need in doing so as it’s already well exposed in the media.

There’s always the chance that he wanted to tell the world that he is sick and maybe help prevent someone like himself to act upon his urges, if we follow the media narrative. It’s still not enough of an answer knowing how Jeff was so private all of his life. Why exposing yourself further after seeing how much of an impact your case already had? Was he doing it for attention as he was “doing a Dahmer” for attention of his school mates? It’s possible, but not very probable as he was doing a Dahmer to entertain his friends, to keep his friends and not necessarily for attention.

But as you know, based on all the evidences found, we don’t believe the media narrative.

The reason I think he did the interviews was because he was told to. Because it all was for the media circus. As was the case with the whole trial. All to distract the public from what was really happening in Milwaukee. The interviews were part of the process. Keep everyone distracted for as long as we can because people eat true crime up. Media profited off of it, the Archdiocese did too. Just as the movies about Dahmer, the talk shows, the news reports, so were the interviews part of the media call for attention towards this case. The monster of monsters. Serial killer, homosexual, cannibal. All the worst things a man can be, it was said of Jeff. Reminds me of John Carpenter’s vision of Michael Myers: a vicious killing machine but with an angelical face.

Jeffrey Dahmer was a product and they sure knew how to sell it.

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