#I've just been feeling kind of dazed and/or confused on and off too so who knows

[darkstaria]

Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal Au.

Chapter 6:

Summary: After being ambushed previously in Gotham's streets, you awake alone and afraid, in a strange building.

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 7.

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A furious pounding beat at your skull, a liquid of some kind dripped down from your head. You blinked your eyes open, greeted by what could only be some kind of warehouse.

You were in a daze, barely recognising what was in front of you. What vision you had was muddled by pain and your hearing was drowned out by a piercing beat in your ears.

What...?

You could hardly think.

The world was a messy tsunami of pain and confusion. That is... Until a flash of green, white and red beamed into your eyes, a sneering smile on its face.

You gasped. Breath caught in your throat, as your chin was caught in his hand.

The Joker.

"HahahahahahaHAHAHAHA!" The laugh echoed throughout the building as your surprise turned into shakes. The hand left go as Joker's chortle turned into a full laugh, but that was hardly a relief.

This was, quite literally, the worst situation you could have ever gotten into. Out of everyone who would have an interest in Batman's soulmate, why must it be him?

You instinctively try to move, but soon realise you've been restrained, ropes tying you down to an iron chair. They don't budge.

The stomping of shoes drew your attention back to him, as the Joker approached you again.

"Well now." He began, a beaming grin stretching his face. "Lookie what we have here. You know, I was having a wonderful night, finally out on the town, able to meet all my old friends again. Then I meet you, and you know what I think?"

He rested a hand on your shoulder. You fought a shiver.

"What a... great new friend?" You try. You go for a smile of your own. You're certain it looks more like a grimace.

A mocking laugh is his response. Then, with a sudden twist, his hands grasp your collar, bringing you to his eye level. The movement forces you against the ropes that constrict your stomach, suffocating you.

"I find... a sniveling little brat, that just so happens, TO HAVE A BAT PROTECTING-"

A screech cuts him off, a flurry of wings diving directly into his face, what you could barely make out as a beak aimed at his eyes. The pain you're under causes you to take a moment to understand what's going on, as Joker swings a crowbar at the flying figure.

It was... Hood. Pecking and clawing at the Joker, doing whatever it could to draw him away. And it was working too.

That is, until Joker pressed down on his flower, causing a spray of gas to surge outward directly into Hood's line of flight. It slowed it down, a pause as Hood squawked in pain. A pause that was swiftly taken advantage of, as Joker swung a brutal arc into Hood, the crowbar sending the bird flying across the room and into a crumpled pile on the ground.

"No!" The scream tore itself out of you, a primal sort of agony you never thought you would ever feel after you had withdrawn from thoughts of your soulmates. It was like losing him all over again. Vigilante or not, Hood was a bird. Birds didn't typically survive a hit from a crowbar. If Hood died here, what would you do? One of the connections that had tormented you all your life, over just like that.

The scream drew Joker's attention back to you, a realisation that sank deeply in your throat. He approached you again, an air of casualness across his figure.

"Birds, what little pests. Good thing I always carry around pest spray." He laughs, adjusting the flower resting on his lapel. "I've always preferred bats." A thunk noise sounded out as he spoke, drawing your attention to a small cage he dropped.

It was a birdcage. Inside that birdcage was...

"Batman?!"

The bat inside was still, its gaze fixed on Joker's movements, but it did shift briefly to watch you for but a second as you spoke its name.

"Hahaha!" Joker's laugh was like nails on a chalkboard. "Turns out all you need to capture a bat is the right bait."

"How..?" You mumbled, the words unconsciously forming on your tongue due to the shock.

"Within a moment of my crowbar's acquaintance with your dear old head, Bats appeared! A bit of a nuisance at first, but a few threats at that neck of yours calmed him right down!" Joker admitted, the biggest smile you had seen yet on his face. He chuckled at the mere memory of it, as you shook in horror.

Two of your soulmates were now down. You couldn't stop shaking, horrified. All your options were dwindling and Joker looked more... murdery by the second.

Your attention was caught by a feeling of feathers brushing against your arms, the shaking making the thing touch you. You paused for a miniscule second, as you tried to think of what it was. Wait.

Was another one of your soulmates here? But rather than fight, this one was untying you? Or maybe gnawing at the ropes, whichever option was more plausible for a bird/bat.

Could you stall long enough to get out? It seemed like the only possibility left.

"Why...why do this? What enjoyment are you finding from this?" Maybe not the best line of questioning, but it was all your pounding head could come up with.

"Why?" Joker echoed, pausing for a moment. "Because I don't take kindly to cheaters. Me and Bats have something special. I dealt with my soul chain long ago, and yet! I find him cheating on me with this lousy excuse for a time waster!" He ends his shout pointing at you, a scowl on his painted face. It's possibly the worst expression you've seen on Joker yet.

"Aren't the other Robins his soulmates too? Why are you only targeting me?"

"I dealt with one of the flying rats long ago, quite a great plan if I may say so, but he just came back! I don't feel like wasting my time with this eternal game of wack-a-mole, so I've decided on a new method."

What's the method...?" You ask, reluctantly.

"You." He smiles.

He steps closer, withdrawing a gun from his pocket. "Thanks for the opportunity to capture Bats, my dear, but I've had enough of his chains getting in the way of our little game. I'll take much better care of little Batsy once you die, well, to an extent anyway! Hahaha!"

He tosses the gun up and down, carelessly as he walks towards you.

Up.

What could you do?

Down.

Hood was still crumpled in the corner, likely unconscious.

Up.

Batman was shaking the cage, unable to do anything else in its rage.

Down.

The unknown soul animal hadn't finished removing the ropes.

Across. The gun meets your temple, a few inches away from your head. You lock eyes with him. He pulls the trigger.

Pop! You flinch, coming face to face with a little Bang! flag that popped out of the gun.

You sigh, a momentary relief. You've been spared. You shift a little, feeling the ropes loosen. Your soul animal was doing its job well. You intake a few breaths, as Joker slaunters away from you, chuckling under his breath.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to regain yourself amidst all the pain.

BANG!

"Agh-!" You jolt, shooting straight up. There's a pain in your cheek, a metallic liquid dripping down.

Turning your head ever so slightly, you spy the Bang flag lodged into the wall. It was a real gun after all.

But..

Why didn't he shoot you?

"Guns are a little too dry, don't you think?" You turn back around, immediately coming face to face with the Joker, an image that makes you flinch.

There's a crowbar in his hands.

"I don't ever repeat jokes, but, my first attempt with this weapon didn't stick too long. I don't want to lower the bar of my comedy, but maybe it'll work this time? Second time's the charm!"

"It's actually the third time.." You speak, nerves causing your words to tumble out. So that's why he didn't shoot you. He intends to make your final moments as painful as possible.

He smiles in response to your quip, lifting the bar up.

"W-wait!" You cried out, desperation pooling into whatever would give you a chance at survival. "Couldn't you do anything else?! Brainwash me, use me as a hostage, isn't it just a waste if you kill me?!" You practically scream the final words, your panic reaching a crescendo of horror.

The Joker's reply is simple.

"Nope!"

He swings.

BANG!

A bullet flies through his hand, forcing him to drop the crowbar as he pulls back.

You both turn, spotting a bulky man in black at the entrance of the warehouse.

He's wearing a red helmet.

"Joker.." The voice is deep, a threatening timbre you'd only hear replicated in nightmares.

"Let. The civilian. Go.” His gun clicks.

“Urgh. Speak of the devil.” Joker complains, unphased. “My plans are being ruined and it's not even by Bats. What is the world coming to?”

“Wait…” The Joker pauses, noticing a fallacy in the vigilantes’ words. “Civilian? Oh, HAHAHA! OHHhhh you have no idea what’s going on here do you?” The Joker snickers in delight, giving you a conniving glance.

“Oh my, oh my. I didn't realise you were also a jokester.” Joker squishes your cheeks, a little too harsh to be anything but painful. He laughs again at the expression on your face.

There's no response from the figure, but the bullet that Joker barely dodges the next second later is answer enough. It grants you and the Joker some distances, so you're grateful.

A flapping of wings draws your attention, a dark blue blur sailing through the room before landing on your lap. Nightwing.

You blink in realisation, finally understanding why not all your soul animals had appeared to help you. Wing had led one of the bats to you. You glanced over. Judging from the helmet, was this Red Hood.

Uh oh. You hoped he didn't notice Hood in the corner.

Or Batman. Or the soul animal freeing you- oh no you were absolutely screwed weren’t you?

You gulp.

“Wait.. You?” Red Hood’s modulated voice didn’t convey any emotion, but it couldn't disguise the hesitance in which he spoke.

Exposed.

“Uhmmm… no?” You tried.

Wing nuzzled your cheek. Hood’s gaze intensified.

“Okay! Okay yes, but I swear there's a reason why I never came to any of you- it wasn't because of you-” Oh dear that one was a blatant lie.

“I.. I mean, I just didn't want-” What could you do, what could you say? You didn't want to lie, but the truth wasn't good either.

In-between your frantic ramblings however, the Joker had snuck up on Red Hood, taking a lucky swing that missed by about a centimeter.

Red Hood’s retaliation was swift, the two suddenly engaging in a battle of force that was very much leaning in Red Hood’s favour. Although, ever so often Red Hood gave a wince of pain. Did Hood’s soul animal form’s state injure him slightly?

That question would go unanswered, as the ropes around you crumpled, revealing Red to be the soul animal that had been bailing you out all this time.

Well. You weren't going to get a better opportunity than this. Pushing Red and Wing off your lap, you rush out, aiming for one of the broken windows.

Batman makes a slight growling noise as you pass his birdcage. You try not to think about it.

“Hey!” A batarang flies past you, the rope attached to it meeting no target as you trip on some broken glass.

“Ah!” You mumble, surprised at your good (?) forture. There's now a cut on your leg. Great.

Red Hood is subsequently distracted from any more attempts to detain you, as the Joker takes another swing that gets a little too close for comfort in response, laughing all the while.

Clumsily falling out of the window, you thank Lady Gotham that the Joker kidnapped you on the ground floor, so there’s no drop whatsoever.

You sigh, injuries now taking a toll as the constant adrenaline was wearing off. You stumble forward.

Red and Wing land on your shoulders. Of course.

You limp out into Gotham’s alleyways, oblivious to the movement of a lithe figure on the rooftop, watching you.

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Yeah those who guessed Joker were correct! Enjoy a cookie if you did! It seemed criminal to not have a chapter that explored how a soulmate universe would influence Batman and Joker's relationship, so that's what I did!

Oh and yeah, poor Reader. They are not having too good of a time rn. All these injuries aren't really gonna help them plead their case either.

A bit more of Jason this time too! How funnnn. I definitely feel bad for birdy Hood though. Red Hood may be super skilled but it's a little too unrealistic for him to solo as a bird :(

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[daisymbin]

secrets at dawn - lee chan

warnings: none! fluff

pairings: lee chan x reader

genre: drunken confessions ~

wc: 1.1k

a/n: FUCK HYBE

drunken confessions series

check out my main masterlist! // chan's m.list

it was well past midnight when you finally managed to get chan back to your place. he’d had way more to drink than anyone had expected, and the whole way there, he’d been stumbling, muttering half-coherent nonsense and trying to convince you he could walk on his own; which, clearly, he could not.

“come on, chan, we’re almost there,” you coaxed, balancing him as you pushed open the door to your apartment.

he blinked at you, squinting like he was trying to make sense of your face in the dim light. “who… who are you? why have you been following me and holding my arm?” he slurred, eyebrows scrunching in suspicion as he leaned away like you were a stranger.

you held back a laugh. “it’s me, your best friend, the one who’s been trying to get you home for the past 30 minutes?”

“nuh-uh,” he said, pulling his arm out of your grasp and wobbling dramatically. “i… i don’t talk to strangers. especially strangers trying to drag me to… mysterious places.”

“mysterious?” you laughed, gesturing around at your very normal apartment. “chan, this is my place. you’ve been here a million times.”

he blinked, looking around with a dazed expression, as if he were seeing your apartment for the first time. “then why dont i remember it? this doesn’t look… familiar..i've definitely never been here..” he mumbled, still staring in exaggerated confusion.

you rolled your eyes, tugging him toward the couch. “come on, let’s sit you down before you pass out in the middle of the floor.”

but chan, despite the clear need for support, looked at your hand on his arm like it was lava, yanking himself away with as much grace as his inebriated state allowed. “no, no, i can’t… she wouldn’t like that.”

“she?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, your heart sinking a little. a rush of jealousy washed over you at the thought of him liking someone else. “who’s ‘she’?”

he crossed his arms, puffing up his chest in exaggerated importance. “someone very important. way too important for… for… uh… whatever this is.”

you couldn’t help but smile at his antics, but the knot in your stomach tightened. “alright then, mystery man. who is this ‘very important’ person?”

he looked around suspiciously, leaning in as if he were about to tell you a great secret. “she’s… she’s perfect. the kind of perfect you… you don’t even believe is real.” he let out a dreamy sigh, sinking onto the couch like he was melting at the thought of her.

you held back a laugh, but the jealousy gnawed at you. “really? so what makes her so special?”

“she’s… she’s got this smile, right? and it’s… it’s like…” he trailed off, gesturing wildly as he tried to find the right words. “it’s like sunshine, but also like… i dunno, like fireworks? but soft fireworks, the kind that don’t explode too loud.”

“soft fireworks,” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady. “sounds like someone pretty amazing.”

he nodded, entirely serious. “she’s amazing. way better than some random person trying to… take advantage of me when i’m defenseless.”

“oh, come on,” you said, forcing a lightness into your tone as you tried to mask your disappointment. “and, for the record, i’m not exactly a stranger, or am I trying to take advantage of you."

he squinted, his face scrunching up as he leaned closer, studying you with utmost suspicion. “you kinda look like her, you know?”

“is that so?” you asked, the jealousy bubbling up again. “well, maybe you should just tell her how you feel.”

his eyes widened, and he immediately looked horrified. “no way! she’d… she’d think i was ridiculous.” he shook his head vigorously, nearly toppling over from the movement.

“oh, i don’t know,” you teased, trying to hide the hurt in your voice. “sounds like maybe she’d find it sweet.”

“nope,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest. “she’s way too good for… for someone like me.”

your heart sank a little further. “well, maybe she wouldn’t think that if you actually told her,” you replied, your voice quieter now.

“you really think so?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. “even… even with all my weird jokes?”

“yeah,” you said softly, though it felt hard to keep that positivity up. “i think so.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, his face so full of hope and something else; something warmer, more real. and then, just as quickly as it had softened, his expression turned defensive again, and he scooted away, crossing his arms.

“no! no, no, no. you’re trying to… to mess with me,” he said, clearly wrestling with his alcohol-induced haze. “she’s the only one for me, and you can’t change my mind!”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, trying so hard to mask your sinking heart.

he gave you one last defiant look before settling back against the couch, closing his eyes. “good. ‘cause one day… i’m gonna tell her. i’ll tell her… and maybe she’ll laugh at me, but… but that’s okay.”

“that sounds like a great plan, chan,” you murmured, leaning back beside him, your smile softening as you watched him drift off, still muttering about his “perfect girl” and his plan to “sweep her off her feet.”

just as his breathing evened out, he mumbled one last thing, barely audible. “she… kinda even smells like you…”

you blinked, your heart racing at his words. “wait, what? who does?”

he opened his eyes slightly, looking almost sheepish. “the girl… the one i like,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “she’s… she’s just… everything. i mean, you’re basically her. but, you know, way better.”

your heart swelled with confusion and joy, a mixture of emotions washing over you. “chan, are you… are you talking about me?”

“no! you're not her…my best friend…you're not my best friend.....y/n…I like her. I like her a lot. I think I love her..but she doesn't know yet. maybe tomorrow I'll tell her…yeah I will. I will tell her tomorrow.” he answered as his voice trails off as he drifts to sleep. you all but sat dumbfounded beside a lightly snoring chan, your hand still in his.

[b1rds3ye]

I really love your masked reader headcannons!! Especially the LED mask ones. I think it’s such a fun concept and the way all the boys react/ accommodate the reader and their preferences is so sweet!

So idk what your familiarity to Star Wars is but there’s a people (Mandalorians) who traditionally wear armor that covers their faces and bodies pretty much all the time. As such there’s something called a kelblade kiss and what that is is when two mandos press their helmeted foreheads together as a way to show affection when they’re all armored up. I was thinking about this and how the 141 would react if the masked reader leaned their forehead against them in lieu of kissing their cheek in a moment where they wanted to be affectionate but leave the mask on? If you have thoughts I would love to know! <3

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!! I was raised on the og Star Wars trilogy, even the prequel 3 by George Lucas but I've completely fallen off since Disney's taken the reigns 😭😭 BUT YES I know Mandalorian I didn't know they had the little kiss thing though IT'S SO SWEET TO IMAGINE

Any physical contact with Price is generally rare when he's on duty, it comes with him just being busy and the natural commanding presence as captain. But when you first press your forehead against his, John's initial confusion gives him a respite from the stress of the military now that his entire focus is on you. It seems he needed the affection more than you did. Now your little forehead taps are his lifeline. Your mask always gets his bucket hat tilting off angle, the front rim a little crumpled when you pull away, but it always leaves him wearing a fond grin that is for you and you alone.

It's a little awkward trying to do it with Ghost, not only is Simon inconveniently tall but his own hard mask makes such a gesture of affection have the tact of a kid shoving the faces of two plastic dolls together. Simon is solid and immovable, and is far too entertained by you nearly self-concussing as you tap your forehead against his, stumbling back in a slight daze. Still, the intentions aren't lost on him and they're very much appreciated. He doesn't do them back, but in more serious moments, he lets you stay, forehead against his. He can't see your eyes but he makes sure you can see the emotions swimming in his.

Soap absolutely adores them! It's your own little form of affection and he loves the little quirks that come with your mask. But for whatever reason, he's taking your little forehead touch as a competition. "Did nae feel a thing!" Johnny would complain, taunting you to go harder next time. At this rate he's just asking to be clobbered across the head but he believes that if it's from you, that's a damn blessing and whatever bruise that comes from it he'll wear with pride. He always reciprocates in kind. It's more of a headbutt with his over-enthusiasm but he must have a forehead of steel or something because he always pulls away beaming.

Your little forehead taps always leave Gaz giggling and bashful. It's been a little harder as of late since he now wears a cap with a hard brim, for a while Kyle thought your lack of recent "mask kisses" was because the two of you had unfortunately drifted apart. He now foregoes the cap whenever you're around. When you enter the room he gives an exaggerated bow down to you, jerking his head up to signal to his forehead and he won't move an inch until you greet him with a forehead tap (this also happens if you ever have to leave the conversation). He tried to give a forehead tap back once but he was a little too enthusiastic and needed frozen peas to the head for the rest of the day.

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[sevencruxestorulethemall]

нαℓƒ αη∂ нαℓƒ мαкєѕ..?

pairing - Oliver Wood x F!Reader

summary - you are a demigod-witch, the first of your kind, and you quite literally fall out of the sky in full Hogwarts uniform, house Gryffindor. fortunately, you do fall on someone's lap, the very boy you'd soon fall in love with

warnings - it's a long one...

Maybe you'd taken a wrong turn in the Labyrinth.

But then why did it feel like you were falling?

Your eyes flew open, and you saw blue sky above you. You were falling! You tried to angle yourself in a way that would let you see what was below, and your eyes widened.

Grass.

Stands.

People.

Flying objects? No, flying people. On broomsticks.

You thought you might have a concussion. Then again, you had seen weirder things and been to weirder places. This must be a trick of one of the gods.

You tried to call on one of the gods, but either they were too busy laughing at your predicament or they were ignoring you. Even your father, Apollo, was silent.

The ground was getting close. Uncomfortably close. You could now see properly, and you were hurtling towards what looked like a sporting field, but a very weird one. A semi-circle of grass with three varying lengths of hoops on either side, surrounded by stands filled with people.

You landed right on someone's lap.

"Oliver Wood makes another catch!" Someone cried through a megaphone. "Is that...a girl?"

You looked up into stunned brown eyes, the boy staring at you like you had just, well, fallen out of the sky. You stared back, unsure of what to say since your arms were also wrapped around his neck.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, the boy lowered you both onto the ground, allowing you to get off. It seemed whatever sport they'd been playing had been stopped, all eyes on you now. You assumed that even in a world of people flying on broomsticks, falling out of the sky was not normal.

"Who are you?" The boy whose lap you'd landed on asked. I've seen all the Gryffindors and I've never seen you before."

Gryffindors..?

You looked down at yourself, only now realising what you were wearing. Long, black robes, a skirt, a jersey with a shirt and red-and-gold tie underneath. The robe was emblazoned with the symbol of a lion.

"I'm sorry, what are Gryffindors?" You frowned, confused.

A group of adults came rushing over just then, their eyes wide with shock. They gathered around the boy with the pretty brown eyes, each looking you up and down in shock.

"Where am I?" You asked. "This doesn't look like Camp Half-Blood." This seemed to offend them, which confused you even more. "The camp for demigods?" Their faced turned sheet-white, which alarmed you.

"So they exist then?" An older lady turned to the wise-looking man with the white hair and beard.

"Wait, are you not demigods?" You frowned.

"Perhaps this is not the best place to discuss this," the old man spoke, "Come with us. Madam Hooch, I think that should be enough for today's game."

As he turned to leave, you followed. Everyone was staring at you, and you tried your best to ignore it. Your eyes landed on the boy who'd caught you - Oliver Wood, was it? But you quickly looked away, still a bit dazed from the fall and the fact that no one here knew what was going on.

You were taken to a castle, high up in one of the towers. The castle itself was majestic, and took your breath away. You were left in awe of it's halls and staircases - which apparently moved at random.

"What's your name?"

"(Name) (Last Name), sir," you answered, hesitantly.

"And where did you say you came from?" He asked, patiently and kindly. His eyes twinkled with a gentleness that mirrored Chiron's.

"Um, technically I think I fell out of Daedalus's Labyrinth, but I come from Camp Half-Blood." You shifted your weight nervously, tense and slightly afraid.

You expected your words to make no sense to them, but to your surprise they exchanged worried looks like they knew what this meant.

"Who is your parent?" The old, kindly man asked.

As a habit, you answered, "Apollo."

This seemed to make them relax a bit. You'd had enough experience with unwanted, powerful demigod children to know that they had feared you were a child of the big three, namely Zeus, Hades and Poseidon. Like your friend Percy, children of those three were extremely powerful and unpredictable, so you understood why they had been so worried.

"I'm sorry, sir," you spoke up, "Who are you and where am I?"

"I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

That explained it. The flying brooms, the robes, the weird sport...they were sorcerers.

"Might I ask..." Dumbledore started, "Who is your mortal parent?"

When you told them your mother's name, they gasped and once again, exchanged looks.

"Ah," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, "It would seem that you are also a witch, Miss (Last Name)."

Learning that you were not only a demigod but a witch too was staggering - and you'd been through a lot, and seen a lot. You'd never expected your mother to be a witch, since she hid it quite well. Or maybe she had thought that since being a demigod was hard enough, she'd never tell you about your witch blood.

The professors were quite understanding, and very helpful. They explained everything to you, and enrolled you right then and there for the current school year. They assured you they'd assist you in getting everything you needed, and all you'd have to worry about was getting to classes.

Which they had a certain boy show you to.

"We've never had a demigod here before," he glanced at you, "Are you really half god?"

"Unfortunately," you sighed. "My father is the Greek god Apollo. God of archery, music, healing, plagues, et cetera, et cetera. It's not as great as it sounds, trust me."

"Why not?" Oliver asked curiously.

"Well, since the age of twelve we're basically hunted down by monsters. The bigger your godly parent, the worse the monsters. I was tormented by dracanae, snake ladies, because my father's worst enemy is a giant python. Gives us Apollo kids a deathly fear of snakes."

"You might not like Slytherin house then," he replied, confused but also fascinated. Though, he didn't sound too unhappy about you not liking Slytherin house.

"Slytherin house?" You repeated. "The green one, right? With the snake emblem?"

"That's the one. Full of the worst of wizards and witches."

"We have a cabin like that at camp," you tensed at the mere mention of them, "The Ares cabin, children of the war god."

As Oliver continued to show you around, explaining what he could about classes and the castle and your domitory, you both exchanged stories about the wizarding world and the demigod one. It was interesting to hear something new, something different from what you were accustomed to.

By the time night fell, you felt as though you were a little bit more prepared for the year. You had, by now, figured out that this was either Zeus or Hera's doing, given that Hera hated your father and Zeus was just s grumpy old man who liked to meddle in demigod lives.

Children of Apollo were generally extroverted, outgoing people, but the other girls in the dorm were the nervous ones.

The next couple of days were hard. You had been on a lot of quests, but none of them compared to the frightening reality of being stuck in a school where you knew no one, in a world you didn't know much about.

You would have rather fought more dracanae.

"Having trouble?"

You turned around to see Oliver, who had seemingly left his friends to come speak to you, "Unfortunately, people are not as welcoming here as they are at camp."

He chuckled, "Well, you are part Greek god. They're just intimidated."

"And you're not?" You raised an eyebrow, but smiled.

He smiled back, "I think you're nice enough. And you haven't blown any of us up, so..."

"I can't do that!" You laughed. "The worst I can do is-"

"Got yourself a girlfriend there, Wood?" A voice behind you sneered. "And it's the freak, too."

"Back off, Flint," Oliver's expression hardened.

You turned around, to see a boy in desperate need of a dentist. Or an orthodontist. Either way, that jaw and those teeth needed fixing. Your disgust must have shown on your face, because he glared at you.

"What are you looking at, freak?"

You muttered something in response, a little incantation. They just laughed at you, because nothing happened, until Crooked Teeth actually spoke.

"What was that, freak? Are your spells too weak?" He frowned, then spoke again, but whatever he said continued to rhyme.

Next to you, Oliver laughed, "What did you do to him?"

"A little trick some Apollo kids can do," you grinned at him. "I cursed him to only speak in rhymes for a week. That doesn't seem too harsh, does it?"

"Not at all," he continued to laugh. "I think it's brilliant."

The Slytherin students quickly learned that you were not to be trifled with, and avoided you at all costs. They didn't even know the full extent of what you could do, which you found hilarious. After that, the other houses warmed up to you and you quickly made friends.

But by far your favourite was Oliver.

And, even though you'd only known him for a little while, you were beginning to develop a crush on the Quidditch captain.

But you didn't think he would like you back.

That's why you didn't think much of it when he invited you into the Quidditch changing rooms to see the robes and the brooms and the equipment.

That's why you didn't think much of it when he started finding you at the Gryffindor table, eating his meals with you.

You didn't think much of him hanging around you more than anyone, offering to help you with your work, showing you around when you got lost.

"I think he fancies you," one of your friends giggled as Oliver smiled at you from where he was hovering on the Quidditch pitch.

"No, he doesn't," your cheeks burned. "He's just friendly."

The game kicked off, Slytherin house starting off as dirty as ever. You hardly heard what your friend said after that, too engrossed in trying to see how the game worked. That, and watching Oliver at his post.

The red ball - the quaffle - flew at him as a Slytherin chaser passed, but he easily caught it and tossed it to one of the Gryffindor chasers. Then he turned to look directly at you.

"See?" Your friend nudged you, "He's even looking to see if you're impressed! He's trying to impress you!"

"That's a bit of a stretch," you tried to keep your composure, but the butterflies bloomed in your stomach anyway. "I think he's just checking to see if I'm following the game."

"You're hopeless," she sighed. "Isn't your dad good at flirting? Shouldn't you know when a boy likes you?"

You sighed, "I don't know, I guess I was too busy when I was at camp to notice if anyone liked me. So I don't think I could tell, even if I had my father's charm which I definitely do not."

"Well, I'm pretty sure he likes you."

You bit your lip, trying to focus on the game and not on the way your heartbeat picked up at the thought of him liking you too.

Oliver made a few more good saves before Flint - or Crooked Teeth, as you liked to call him - and his other chasers overwhelmed the Gryffindor keeper and sent him spiralling down to the ground. You gasped and got up, rushing to go and see if he was okay.

"I'm alright," he told you, sitting up, groaning. He looked okay, but only because he hadn't fallen directly, just spun out of control.

"Let me see."

You gently examined him, checking for any outward injuries before you you felt around for any inner ones. Both of your faces burned at the contact, and the closeness.

"Yeah, you should be okay," you hummed, pulling away. "You're not going back out there, are you?"

"If I can play, I will," he answered determinedly.

You figured there was no stopping him. You had enough stubborn friends at camp to know that, so you sighed and let him go. Watching as he flew back up to the giant hoops.

After the game, which ended when his newest player - the apparently famous Harry Potter - caught the little golden ball, known as the golden snitch. You assumed Harry must be just like Percy - a hero chosen by fate, forced into fame and unfortunately the target of the worst creatures imagineable.

"Well done," you smiled at Oliver as he came out of the change rooms.

He returned your smile, "Thanks. What did you think?"

"Well, it's definitely confusing," you laughed. "But I may just get the hang of it soon enough."

"You will. What kind of sports do demigods play, anyway?"

You laughed nervously, "The dangerous sort. Capture-the-flag, obstacle courses that are designed to kill, climbing lava walls...not really sports, but similiar."

His eyes widened, "Right..."

You laughed at the look on his face, "It's easy when you've got the ADHD and the reflexes for it. Quidditch looks scary too, actually."

"Can't argue with that," he chuckled.

You walked with him back to the castle, butterflies fluttering around your stomach again. You couldn't help it, being around him was both intoxicating and nerve-wracking. Your stomach always churned when he looked at you, though in a good way.

"Thanks for coming to check on me, by the way," he glanced at you. "On the pitch. Not many people would do that."

You tried to lie, brushing it off as, "Well, my dad is the god of healing. When anyone's injured at camp, we're always the first to be called." Instead of telling him the real reason why you did.

"Our own on-site doctor," he chuckled.

You laughed, and continued to make your way back to the common room.

And, with a sinking feeling, you realised you were in love.

[kalied0skull]

Seen any new movies lately ?

i HAVE, anon ! within the past 3 weeks or so I've officially watched about 8 movies !

so i believe right after finishing AAWIL, i ran straight into more horror movies.

i watched ELECTRIC DREAMS, THE REANIMATOR, PERFECT BLUE, and THE LOST BOYS — which were all on a list of [general] horror movies i found interest in.

aside from those movies, i watched DAZED AND CONFUSED (which was recommended to me by an irl), LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE, DINNER IN AMERICA, and i rewatched MAMMA MIA to reminisce ... because abba rotates in my head every so often :3

I'll ramble about my watches under the cut, just because it's a bit much 💀

OKAY SO, if i wrack my mind correctly, i BELIEVE the order i watched these movies was...

(excluding mamma mia, because it was a nostalgia watch and nothing more! I've seen it already :D)

PERFECT BLUE (1997)

absolutely LOVED this film. somethin' about psychological horrors in animation tear me apart and leave me thinking about it for DAYS. this movie was heavily reccomended to me for a while after watching serial experiments lain, and despite the fact they were two insanely different stories, they still shared this same vibe of me constantly going "what the fuck is happening" and still loving every part of the big confusion.

this was such a nice movie, and i indeed had to watch a couple analysis videos just to really get a full idea on how it was supposed to be interpreted, because unfortunately i only paid attention once the big plot twists started... plot twisting... over and over again just THROWING my ass around.

however i do think it was a really interesting interpretation on disassociative disorders & folie a deux. not my favorite depictions, but it was an interesting one nonetheless that i was comfortable with!

THE RE-ANIMATOR (1985)

this movie was SOOOO fun. i fucking loved watching herbert and his fuck ass experiments and ohmygod is that little guy autistic. my favorite genre of old horror is always when it's two silly guys and some random love interest, because it's just so ridiculous and cheesy but it's FUN!!!

and i ENJOYED IT!!! I don't have much to say on this one because all in all it was a very half-paid-attention-to watch, but i really loved all of the goofy ass effects and I'm a sucker for lovecraftian story renditions.

DINNER IN AMERICA (2020)

someone lied to me when they said this movie was super cool and awesome

BECAUSE OKAY look I'm not a HATER to romance films... but also... there was just a LOT happening there 💀 i believe this movie was reccomended to me from a tiktok moot and i just? ran with it?

definitely one of those moments where i should have read the synopsis before jumping head first blindly into a movie, but i did actually enjoy some parts of it!

the visuals were incredible, i loved the soundtrack, i justttt.... thought the storyline was kind of odd? still really cool though i loved it a lot — but i will admit that i hated the depictions of autism in the movie because it felt insanely infantilising :( i know that was kind of what they were trying to go against, but euhhh errr uhhghh ... i dunno something about pattys character just rubbed me the wrong way unfortunately

DAZED AND CONFUSED (1993)

this movie was reccomended to me by an irl (I'd like to thank @levithatman despite the fact he still hasn't watched aawil like i asked him to AHEM AHEM AHEM) and i LOVED IT!!!

he told me it was how "his highschool experience should've been" and that's the only information i got on it before i watched it, and afterwards i was insanely confused because why the fuck would you want that (as if he isn't the same guy who wants to get hazed in a frat... tsk tsk)

anyways I'm throwing too much shade at my homie, this movie was fucking BOMB. i loved the character dynamics, there was so much happening to keep me occupied, it's definitely one of those 90s highschool movies that really just feel memorable because "that shit would never happen irl lmao" — it gave off Breakfast Club if it was full of druggies and fuckass middleschoolers, loved it loved it

LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE (2006)

I'm gonna be so honest i saw this movie in a "movies with queer representation" list, and then in a video edit of "movies that i think about a lot" and i ran to it just because... hell yeah dude that's what i strive for HAHAHA

this movie is definitely one that i should've watched with an irl to discuss about and have fun and such because it kind of just left me... well that's just it , IT LEFT ME. the ending was so abrupt and painful and i was sat here confused the entire fucking time because SO MUCH JUST HAPPENED IN THE SPAN OF 30 MINUTES OR LESS.

the craziest little family dynamic if i do say so myself, but i absolutely loved it and running around with the hoover family was so fun to watch and experience and aahhhh it really is one of those films that just FEEL nostalgic despite it being ur first time watching. ykyk?

THE LOST BOYS (1987)

and then ELECTRIC DREAMS (1984)

this is one of those movies EVERYONE in my circle has watched except for me. and MAN was i missing out. i fucking loved everything about the settings for this movie, the backgrounds and the environment we were placed in is a world IIIII WANNA BE IN. it was so fuckin cool man i fucking loved it

although the plot was a bit everywhere for me i really did enjoy the entire film, i loved the costumes the characters the settings the story the AHHHHH AHHHHH it was so fun and so cool.

vampire movies are definitely one of those things I'm mellow about but i really did enjoy this one, absolutely delightful watch and i now yearn to be in cali with all the cool kids and vamps ☹️

my favorite characters in the entire film were the frog brothers, they're so fuckin stupid and silly the entire damn film AND THE FACT THEY WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG fucking hilarious i loved it hehehe

edgar and miles should've kissed at the end I'M JUST SAYING!!!! I'm just saying...

I'll be quite honest i think it was really interesting to see the way someone interpreted new technology and then turned it into this lovesick little computer who hates his roomie because he's dating his crush. like... what the fuck 💀

i originally thought this film was gonna be way more computer horror based, but it surprisingly wasn't!!! all he did was turn the lights off and burn some things on accident! but then again it was still at that time where tech wasn't really... KNOWN ykwim

all in all i think it was a delightful film and I've been conjuring up the time to make some fun fanart for it because of how much i really just loved all the characters :3c

[givemethelovebitxx]

monday 250608 recap ━━˖⁺⊹୨୧

an apology is due before getting into my day. i've been sitting with the feeling unease since posting my recap yesterday. regret has such a way of creeping in on you when you don't expect it to.

winced at what i wrote yesterday. some just didn't even sound like me. i let the passive aggressive side of me out, the kind that only slips when i'm hurting, but i was too proud to say it then. i didn't even mean it. i put together my post and immediately shared it without giving myself a chance to come to my senses. i was reckless in some of the ways i spoke and i ended up bruising someone who might've not even meant to hurt me. or at least i hope not..

avoidants... i know they don't always mean to make their messes. i think that's why i was so willing to give him as many chances and excuses. i keep finding defenses. it's muscle memory for the lot of them. a flinch of the heart before it gets too close to something safe. i know the feeling of building walls over bridges. i'm working through it too.

but i shouldn't have said some of what i did. it wasn't entirely honest more so, emotional. i wasn't really mad or angry. just lost, confused, hurt, and upset. so much so that i said something cruel, something i shouldn't have ever said. someone i should have never brought into it - not in the way that i did. it was about his mom. it wasn't fair. i only met her once but she was kind, beautiful, and radiated that kind of warmth that lingers even after brief interactions. i let a stereotype speak for me rather than the unknown truth of the situation. i knew better. i know better.

i still have the little gift she gave me. still wrapped up in that green ribbon. untouched. i've been telling myself to let it go but my sentimental heart can't seem to part with it yet. maybe that says more about me than i'm willing to admit. that i'm longing so much that even something so miniscule holds a place within me, within my space.

i know neither of them will ever read this nor my post from yesterday, but i still feel like an apology is necessary. whether it be for them, myself, or those who read my posts. but isn't it funny? i'm so hurt and upset by his carelessness of words and feelings but now i've found myself doing the same thing. sometimes people lash out from their own wounds..

now onto the regularly scheduled programming.

last night, on a bit of a whim, i retook the myers briggs personality test. what a surprise i'm back to being an infj. i had a brief isfp era then infp for what seemed like ages but now i'm back. prior to isfp, i had always been infj. full circle.

this morning was heavy and slow. i toed the line between sleep and consciousness. in my restless dreams, he dmed me on insta. it felt so real as he was about to explain himself. the piercing sound of megan's text ended that illusion and woke me up for good. there was no message. no name at the top of my dms. it shouldn't sting as much as it did to see it was just a dream. a nightmare, really. i'm not sure why i keep aching over someone who clearly never felt the same?

still a bit dazed, i decided to open my laptop up so i could start writing about it in this post. i checked tumblr, as i've made a routine of doing such, to see two amas from someone who only followed me. i wasn't sure what to expect, nothing good, and of course they delivered on that. two unsolicited nude photos of a guy clearly old enough to be my dad. like clockwork, it's the universe's way of reminding me how absurd men are. their desire to always invade soft and safe spaces will always confuse me. nobody wants you here. i took a long shower to wash off the grossness of it all.

i rotted in bed all day. i fell asleep on accident and cut my time to get ready down by a big margin. i rushed doing my hair and makeup so i could meet with megan on time. i hate being late.

we met up at a kpop store. i'd never been there before, didn't even know it was there. we browsed the shelves for a bit before both deciding on picking up one album each. she got seulgi's baby not baby toy car version and i got illit's i'll like you pink digicam version. i pulled moka and iroha's photocards. afterwards, we took a filmstrip and a four-cut at their photobooth.

afterwards, we drove to a cozy korean spot for dinner. ordering cold noodles, tteokbokki, and pork served with cooked kimchi and tofu. it was hitting all the right spots and quickly filling up our stomachs. two ahjussis were seated next to us. we made a bit of smalltalk with one of them in between lulls.

stopped at the korean market to do some grocery shopping for her mom. we took a small break in the parking lot, passing around vapes and having a cigarette. this is girlhood. while we were smoking, the same two ahjussis pulled up. small world. the guy we spoke with prior invited us to a competition he's hosting at the market some point in the near future. of course, i forget to get the time and date. but he told us he was the head chef at the bakery there.

inside, we shopped. looking for things on her mom's grocery list. she got me a bottle of sparkling peach sake.. technically her mom paid for it though. thank you megan's mom! it's cute, but i honestly don't know when i'll get around to drinking it. i really only enjoy drinking socially. i've got a few bottles, including the cap ace i got from her work a month ago, sitting on my dresser still. all untouched. i might just unintentionally be starting a new collection.

oh, i also met her little brother briefly through a facetime call. he seems sweet. better behaved than my brothers were at that age lol.

we ended the evening with a sweet treat at a boba shop a bit farther away. it was very cute in there, i got some pics.

i got a strawberry milk tea with strawberry boba. it was so sweet and light. definitely a good way to enjoy dessert while still being full from dinner. then we hung out in her car. watched some of her and her friends' dance covers. and also listened to some music and let the night stretch out a bit longer.

on my way home, i drove in the exact spot i got in my accident. that memory sat with me for a moment.. almost like it was a passenger in my car. funny how the past always seems to pop up when you least expect it.

back at home, i posted some snaps on my instagram story. it's proof that i do infact leave my house sometimes. then i sat down to write all this out. it felt good to leave my house, to eat, to laugh, and to be.

i think we're hanging out again tomorrow but i'm not sure what's on the agenda. i'm kind of hoping it's not food... we get food or treats often, and i do enjoy it, but i gotta tackle these leftovers first lol.

[leroypd]

Subject 8 by LeRoyPD

"Mali!" I screamed, flying out of my seat

"What?" She asks, confused as to why I was now screaming when not five seconds ago, I was calmly sitting in my chair, scrolling through my tablet. I don't respond. I snatch her up off the floor, barely pausing long enough to actually get a good hold on her arms. Making sure she has her tablet, too, cause god forbid she loses that for even a second. I am out the door and down the hall in under 30 seconds. I scream at others to get out and go. Only a few check the doors to see what the commotion is about. I know this is a mistake, but these are still people, even if they are for the government and NECRON.

Luckily, I was out of the building with Mali and in the street when the apartment erupted in a yellow and orange ball of light that hungrily consumed the other buildings and rooms. How can I explain what happened? Some dude I've been working with decided to blow my house up and fake my sister and I's death so the government will stop chasing us? I have to run. I can't stay here. James will take care of the footage, remove us from the frames but still have it play. Cops always get suspicious when there is a gap—no more questions. Soon I will have to tell Mali about what I have gotten myself into and accidentally dragged her into as well.

I sneak away into the dark alleyways and into the car that I was told would be there. Mali is dazed and is staring back at the place we have been calling home since mom and dad died. I can't tell her how the government killed them or how I am trying to shut down the government and the organization that mom and dad worked for. Kind of hard to do when they know you're alive, but I am dead now, thanks to whoever sent that message. On Mali's tablet pops up a message that covers the whole screen, instructions on where to go, how to get money, and a few other things. I hold the tablet viewing the instructions. "Okay, Mali, we are going to go somewhere safe now." I look at her, but her eyes are blank like she is aware of all that is happening, and it hit her all of a sudden.

"Are you okay?" I ask. She stares at nothing in particular. I follow the instructions on the tablet, driving carefully to avoid attention and cameras. "Mali, are you hurt?" again, she stares at the road ahead.

"Left," she mumbles. I look at her tablet and mine. I pull a hard left and slide into an alleyway."GET OUT," the tablet instructs.

"Okay, Mali, we gotta go. C'mon," I get out of the car, and Mali remains in the car. I shut my door and go to retrieve Mali from the passenger seat.

"No!" she protests.

"Yes," I say and pull her from the car. I reach back in and grab the tablet as well.

"GET AWAY," the tablet displays.

Running down the alley, I hear and feel the vehicle explode. Whatever trance Mali was in, she snaps out of it and starts to kick her legs, trying to wiggle out of my grasp. "If I put you down, will you run with me?"

"Yes, put me down!" she yells. I let her feet touch the ground, and she darts off in front of me. I look at my tablet and follow her.

She takes a right, and I hear her scream. "Mali!" around the corner, someone tries to shush her screams. Rounding the corner, I see an American teenaged boy grab Mali and put his hand over her mouth. "Hey! Let her go!" I shout, and he looks up, startled, and does.

"Are you Mariana?" the boy asks.

"Yes, who are you?" I demand.

"Jason. C'mon," I take Mali's hand and motion for her to stay behind me. Jason leads us in a dark tunnel that smells of vomit and mold. The sound of water dripping echos around our footsteps. Soon I lose sight of Jason in the dark, but I hear his footsteps.

"Jason? I can't see; where are you?"

"In front of you. Here," A light from his phone. Appears twenty feet ahead of me. "It's okay; you can't really walk into the walls. It's rounded. Just walk straight,"

"Where does this tunnel take us?"

"Let's just call it the base..." is all he says the rest of the way.

Jason bangs on a metal door in a pattern, and it opens up with a horrendous creaking noise. Behind me, Mali whimpers.

"It's okay," I hope. We head inside, and I can swear I hear someone walking behind us.

Inside is filled with the blueish hue of LED lights and rows of bunk beds. To the right and left are two more doors like the one we entered. The floor is some sort of grate and concrete. People in the beds look up at us. There are maybe 20 people in the room. Some show no interest others look at us as if we are a present at Christmas. I pick up Mali, so she doesn't try to run and hide."Welcome to our hideout. You will be assigned a bed and given a work station once we find out where you'll fit," Jason pipes up.

"Wait, what?"

"It's okay. You're one of us now. We are a family with a united goal. Taking down NECRON and their affiliations. That also includes a number of government officials. Their experiments need to come to an end."

"Agreed, but what is it exactly you're trying to do to accomplish this?"

"Several things. The shootings in the news? Protests and releases of restricted information? That is us, but the news covers it. It makes it out to be some angry citizens. No one pays that much attention to a temper tantrum. In reality, the situations were more direr than some citizens getting shot. The numbers were a lot greater, and they were all us.""How many have you lost?"

"Hundreds since we started. Many of us are like you and your sister. Killed by working for NECRON. Do you know what caused your parents' death?" Jason asks.

"The media said a fail experiment, but I think it was purposefully shut down. Maybe my parents found something NECRON didn't want to get out..." I trail off, thinking of the possibilities.

"Or the experiment went just as planned, but they made your parents work on it in tiny pieces like bread crumbs. Genetic mutations, biochemical warfare, new technologies, the list is endless on what they could have been working on. Still, we have small samples of experiments they have going on," Jason says, handing me a tablet filled with files from NECRON.

"How did you get these?" I ask.

"Those were files they practically left lying around, some were harder to get, but nothing Gus can't handle. We have information on the experiments your parents were a part of... some they didn't even realize. This," he says, tapping a file," is everything we have on your parents... and you...."

"Me?! I'm not part of NECRON!" I shout in defense.

"No.... but NECRON is part of you..." he says, tapping more files. A file labeled GENE-MOD pops up, and he opens it. A picture of me as a baby is displayed. "Your parents were way deeper in than you think, but they were even deeper than they knew too... NECRON had them believe they were working on a cure for cancer and other illnesses. We aren't fully sure what exactly you were a part of, but we do know it's about your DNA."

I look at the picture of me, in probably a lab in some sort of hospital; I'm not even in regular baby clothes. I feel as though my world is crumbling just as the world around me explodes.

[golden--flowers]

Either had an allergic reaction of 'a little bit harder time breathing and head feel weird' or I just got anxious while eating

[from-the-clouds]

texas sun - joel miller x f!reader - vol. xiv

series masterlist | series playlist | writing masterlist | previous chapter | chapter summary: The final chapter pairing: joel miller x f!reader words: 9.2k (I love being insane) chapter warnings: SMUT (18+only) - unprotected sex. Insecurity/Jealousy. Angst/arguments. Discussions of death, blood and injuries. Alcohol & Marijuana use. Fluff. Bisexual reader (happy pride ya'll!). As always please dm for more specifics. a/n: This could probs use another round of proofreading but it would've delayed this even longer sooooo.... Here we go! I feel pretty emo right now and I might make a more in-depth post about my thoughts at a later date bc I just finished writing this in a hot daze so I can't put all my thoughts coherently together. But I just wanna say thank you to everyone who supported and gave love to this story. This is by far the most popular fic I've ever written, and I don't really know how? Or what I did to deserve all the love but I just want you to know how much I appreciate it. Thank you for sticking with me through all the angst and delayed updates and everything. I'll never forget you and I'll never forget Joel x Reader!! Thank you so much, I hope the finale lives up to your expectations! ❤️

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I’m not the kind of man who tends to socialize I seem to lean on old familiar ways….

-May 16, 2024-

“Are you sure you’re okay if I leave you here alone?” 

Ethan’s voice jolts you out of a daze, and you blink your eyes open, realizing that you’d dozed off while sitting upright in a patio chair, the cheesy romance novel you’d been reading still lying open on your lap. Turning to look over your shoulder, you find him standing with one foot on the deck, and one foot still inside, cut in half by the sliding glass door.

Clearing your throat, you straighten up and nod. “Of course. I’ll be fine.”

Ethan studies you carefully, like he’s not entirely convinced. He’s been hesitant to leave you alone unless it’s absolutely necessary – only stepping away from the house to go on patrol shifts and to bring home meals from the mess hall. Recovery has made you feel like a burden to him – to all your friends in the community, really. Everyone….well, almost everyone, has been supportive, but you’ve never been comfortable being openly vulnerable.

Unfortunately, it’s too hard to deny the pain that you’ve been in since the accident, the trouble you have getting around, the exhaustion that clings no matter how many long naps and twelve-hour nights of sleep you get. According to the doctors, being so tired is just part of recovery – rest is important, but the concoction of pain medication you’ve been prescribed only makes your drowsiness and confusion worse. It had been a big deal that tonight you’d mustered the energy to drag yourself outside to sit in the fresh air. 

“I’m fine,” you assure Ethan, once again. “Have fun on your date.”

“It’s not really a date,” he says, almost a little too quickly. “We’re just hanging out.”

“Right,” you say, matter-of-factly. “Do I know who this person is?”

Ethan looks at his feet. “You remember the day this shit happened?” he asks, gesturing towards you. “Before you left on patrol, the girl that said hi to me? It’s her. Her name is Alex.”

“Oh?” you tilt your head, give him a small smile. “She was cute. How’d you ask her out?”

“Well,” he begins, scratching the back of his neck. “I may have…uh, gotten some advice.”

“You didn’t think to ask me?” you’re able to muster up a small smile.

“I would’ve, I just…..” he shakes his head. “It seemed stupid…with everything you have going on.”

“It’s not stupid,” you say, feeling a wave of guilt. Even though he’s the one looking after you, you haven’t spoken to him much about anything going on in his life. In fact, you haven’t really spoken to anyone in a long time, beyond thank you’s and blanket statements like I’m doing better. You feel disconnected, and more lonely than ever. If you ever get enough energy to leave your house, you expect most of the people in the community to have forgotten you exist. “Who’d you ask?”

“Uhm….” Ethan runs a hand through his long dark hair, shifts his weight. “….I’ve been assigned on patrol with Joel Miller a lot lately….so….”

You almost laugh when he uses Joel’s full name. Joel has been such a huge part of your life – sometimes the hero, sometimes the villain – that you don’t need to hear his last name to know who Ethan’s talking about. You could know a thousand Joel’s, and he’d still be the first person that came to mind. But Joel is still a sore subject, and Ethan knows it, which is why you suspect he’s avoided telling you this in the first place. You feel your eyebrows knit together, only able to let out an unenthused. “Oh.”

“I just, you know….he’s a guy. And it sounds like you even liked him at one point so….he must know something, right?” 

“That was a long time ago,” you say quickly, regardless of the fact that he’s right.

It’s probably not fair to blame Joel for everything that has happened to you. You know this, deep down. But you’ve been so helpless and isolated since you’ve woken up in that hospital bed that you’re desperate to find someone to hold accountable. And Joel hadn’t visited you in the hospital once. By this point, he’s abandoned you so many times that your resentment feels justified, even if your current state is not directly his fault. Because it was you, after all, who had walked into the path of those men, too angry to think clearly, too weak to take them down alone. The only person you can blame is yourself, and you really don’t want to.

“Did he tell you to take her out on patrol, make her cry, and almost get her killed?”

Ethan clicks his tongue, looks down, almost ashamed. “No. He did not.”

“You should be careful with Joel,” you warn.

“I was…” Ethan says. “But I don’t think it’s that simple. I think he’s actually alright.” 

“So you’re friends with him now,” you state, hoping he refutes. But instead, he looks up at you, frowns, and lifts his chin.

“What happened to you was horrible. It shouldn’t have happened. And yeah, maybe you think he’s the reason you almost died…. I don’t know the specifics so you can believe whatever you want. But I know that he’s the reason you’re still alive.” Ethan’s voice breaks, and you feel tears brimming your eyes before he continues. “He brought you back here, he donated his blood, he-”

“What?” you cut him off.

“What do you mean, what?” Ethan asks. “He was the only person there who had your blood type. You would’ve died if he didn’t. They didn’t tell you this?” 

“Whatever it took to make him feel less guilty, sounds like,” you say, dismissively.

Something hot burns in your veins, something that must have always been there since you woke up, but you’re only feeling it now. It’s unsettling, Joel being a part of you that way. Your lives had already seemed intertwined enough already. But now, he’s inescapable.

“Well, he stayed by your side every night while you were asleep. Fuck, I mean, he was probably there just as often as I was. He made sure I ate, and slept and showered and… and he never once asked for anything in return. He cares about you as much as I do, clearly, so I don’t think it’s wrong to think he’s a good guy….”

You must not care about me that much, you want to say, but you stop yourself. Because it’s not true, and you’d only be saying it to hurt him. You have nothing to defend yourself with, no way to convince him otherwise, and so you just stare at him until he shakes his head and slips back inside.

Ethan is stubborn, he always has been. And it’s a special kind of stubbornness, fueled by anger – so common in most of the young people you meet these days. You understand why they’re all like this. When you’re robbed of your childhood – you get stuck there….waiting….. Like someday you’ll have a chance to do it all over again, regardless of how obvious it is that you won’t. 

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-May 25, 2024-

Things get better, albeit slowly. You begin to wean off the pain medication, which makes you more alert. It’s still difficult to leave your house, but you can move around it more easily, and you don’t spend all your days sleeping. Luckily, you aren’t as stir-crazy as you’d been expecting. 

One afternoon, Ellie Williams shows up on your doorstep with a bag full of groceries. 

“Maria wanted me to bring these to you,” she says when you open the door. “She told me to tell you she’ll be over tomorrow, but she wanted me to give you these to tide you over.”

“That’s very nice. Thank you for bringing them to me,” you try to take the bag from her hands, but she steps back just a little, like she’s unsure if you should be carrying anything. You let your hands drop to your sides. “Would you like to come in?” 

Ellie hesitates for a split second, adjusting the bag in her arms, and then nods. “Sure.” 

Stepping to the side, you allow her into the home. Because of how warm it is outside, you’ve opened all the windows to let the breeze through. 

“Sorry for the mess,” you say, Ellie following you into the living room. There are stacks of books and pill bottles with instructions scattered on your countertop. You haven’t swept the floors in awhile and all the hard surfaces are covered in a thin layer of dust. It’s not really that bad, but you don’t have the energy or strength to be on your feet for long – let alone to clean the house. 

“I don’t mind,” Ellie says. “It’s not even that bad. I don’t know why older people worry about leaving your house messy and shit….no offense.”

“There was a time it used to matter,” you tell her. “And I see where you’re coming from, but my thing is – if you’re going to live somewhere, you should do what you can to make yourself feel comfortable.” 

Ellie purses her lips, as if you’ve made a good point but she doesn’t know how to answer. Instead, you continue. “Can I get you anything? Water?” 

“No, I’m okay,” she puts the bag on your kitchen counter.

“You can sit if you’d like,” you tell her. “I just need a moment to put these away.”

When you walk into your living room a few minutes later, she’s hovering near your record player, looking through the vinyls. The turntable was already in the house when you’d arrived years ago, but it was buried in the closet and broken. Ethan had managed to fix it after a little troubleshooting and scavenging for parts. Now, you both were always looking for records to bring home, and had amassed quite the eclectic collection – jazz, funk, hip-hop, and everything in between. 

“Wow,” Ellie says, running her fingers along the shelved records. “You found all these?”

“Some of them were already here. But yeah. Ethan and I are always on the lookout on patrol. I can play you something. What do you like?”

“Eighties, I think,” she says. “But…I also haven’t heard as much.” 

“Well here,” you thumb through the records, pull out a worn copy of Speaking In Tongues. “How about some Talking Heads?” 

You pass the record over to her, and she stares at you blankly. It’s only then that you realize — she’s never used a record player before. There’s a familiar pang of sadness before you show her how. 

“Are you feeling better?” Ellie eyes you wearily once the music starts, and you settle onto the couch, feeling a little worn out after being on your feet.

“Yes,” you say. “I’m older now, so it seems like healing takes a lot more time.”

Ellie nods, then bobs her head to the music a little. “This is better than most of the stuff Joel likes.” 

“Oh yeah,” you smirk, and instinctually, you recall his enthusiasm for all things old-school country. “I remember that,” you say softly.

With so much time on your hands lately, you’ve found yourself thinking of Joel a lot, reminiscing on the time you’d spent with him and Sarah. What Ethan had told you about him staying by your side was definitely making you reconsider your assessment of him, even if you were still hesitant. It was probably a trap to think you’d ever be able to feel those things with him again, but if remembering them brought you comfort, you weren’t going to resist it. 

“You’re more than welcome to come over to listen anytime,” you offer, and she nods excitedly. 

Ellie stays for longer than you expect. You talk a fair bit. She tells you about what she’s learning in school – but mostly how ‘fucking useless’ it is. She wanders around your living room and pokes through your stuff without asking, but you don’t think to stop her – you just answer her questions and let her be curious.

Eventually, the sun dips below the horizon, and she excuses herself to go home, insisting that Joel will ‘fucking kill her’ if she’s out too late. Even though you’re exhausted after entertaining her for a few hours, you find it feels nice. Being on house arrest, essentially, had left your starved for connection outside Maria and Ethan.

You see her out the door before returning to your refrigerator to look for something to eat. Ethan will be back from patrol any minute, so it may be nice to make him something even if you have almost no energy.

But when there’s another knock on your front door, you’re shocked to see who you find staring on your porch. 

Joel.

You almost forget to speak at the sight of him. It’s been weeks since your accident and he might as well have moved away from Jackson since you hadn’t seen him at all. 

“Hey,” you say, tentatively, taking him in. He seems preoccupied – cheeks flushed, hair rumpled, and out of breath, like he had run all the way to get here.

“Have you seen Ellie?” he asks, not even greeting you in return. “I’ve looked everywhere and I-

“You just missed her,” you cut him off, not because you’re trying to dismiss him, but because he's clearly distressed. “I’m surprised you didn’t see her on your way over.”

Joel sighs, eyes closing in relief. “Thank God.” For a second, you glimpse the frazzled and overworked father you used to know. “She stayed out too late, had me worried sick.” 

“She’s fine,” you say. “Although she did say you might kill her if she didn’t get home soon.” 

Joel gives you an almost imperceptible smile, but seems mostly irritated by Ellie’s suggestion. “I would do no such thing.” He shakes his head and takes two steps backwards. “Thank you. Didn’t mean to be a bother.” 

Your mind floats to a memory of Joel on your front porch, late getting home from work and looking for Sarah, and you can’t help but feel a bit of sadness and longing for a simpler time, a surge of affection. 

Joel is halfway down your front porch steps when you speak again. “You aren’t bothering me.”

He pauses, turns to look over his shoulder. There’s something he wants to say, you can feel it, and you step outside, letting the door fall shut behind you and remaining huddled against the siding, and he turns to face you fully, sighing. “I’ve been meaning to stop by, actually….” 

“Oh…really?” you can’t keep the surprise from your voice, and he notices.

“Yeah,” Joel rubs his fingers together, a nervous habit of his you know all too well. “Yeah. I- well, I wanted to apologize to you.”

You’re so startled by the words you can’t answer right away. But the split second of hesitation causes Joel to continue, looking to fill the empty space. 

“I’ve been waiting to find the right thing to say….but it doesn’t seem like that’ll ever happen. I’m not even sure I know where to start.” 

“Oh,” is all you can manage, still taken aback. The only thing that doesn’t surprise you about his admission is the sincerity. You could say a lot of things about Joel, but he isn’t a liar. He always tells the truth. Maybe it’s why he pulled away from you to begin with. It’s easier than the alternative – spending time with you, which would force him to be honest. For how much you’ve changed, you’d probably do the same. 

But the thing with Joel is that you’re exhausted. You’re tired of the back and forth, of the push and pull, of the constant struggle to hold your care over each other's head, hoping the other will break first. Maybe this is a fresh start. 

You step closer to him, and you see him study the way you move. Of course, you’re trying to look strong, but he can surely sense the weakness. He’d always been good at that, better than any of the others. Your hand comes to rest on the porch railing for support. 

But…..

There’s that voice in the back of your head, the one that tells you this is a mistake. The one that reminds of the pain you’ve often earned through vulnerability. It likes to think it’s served you, protected you, and it has. But it’s not always right.

“I suppose I owe you an apology, too,” you say. “At the very least I should thank you for what you did.”

Joel shakes his head, dismissively, but looks to where your hand rests on the porch railing, looks back up to you as he reaches out. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” 

His hand clasps over yours, and to anyone else, this might be nothing. It’s so innocent, unassuming. But the effect it has on you is palpable. He squeezes once, and you flip your hand over, squeezing his back, giving him a gentle smile. “I am too.” 

Joel’s eyes fill with a warmth you haven’t seen in twenty years, and your stomach flutters, your heart races. A part of yourself that you’d considered long dead seems to rouse.“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“I told Ellie we’d go to the mess hall together,” Joel says. “Otherwise I would.”

You blink once, and Joel sees it, immediately continuing on. “But maybe Ellie and I can come another time, join you and Ethan?”

“Yeah. He’d like that,” you say. “That might be nice.” ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

-June 20, 2024-

You think that at the end of a long winter, bears must hate coming out of hibernation. 

It must suck. They spend months sleeping, doing almost nothing, and then suddenly they’re forced to function again – to hunt, to eat, to roam, to survive and socialize. You imagine there has to be a learning curve, a desire to crawl back into their den and never leave again. 

Or maybe you could be wrong, and they love it. And you’re just a wimp who hates feeling uncomfortable.

All you know is that you’re huddled in the back corner of the Tipsy Bison, nursing a whiskey – and it’s the last place you want to be. 

You’re overwhelmed. 

And despite the fact that you regularly used to attend community events, it’s been so long since you've been out in Jackson that you feel like you don’t belong. To some extent, you’ve always felt this – too hardened by the outside world to fully assimilate, especially when the town throws dances. But in the past, you at least attempted to convince yourself otherwise. 

Two weeks back, the doctors had cleared you to go about your daily activities as normal  – within reason, of course – but you hadn’t exactly jumped at the opportunity. Tonight, Ethan had accused you of becoming ‘antisocial’ and ‘reclusive’. You had agreed to attend – but only to beat those allegations. So far, you are definitely not. 

You scan the crowd, taking in the people spinning around the dance floor. Some of the women are wearing dresses. You can’t help but feel a little envious of how easily they’re able to perform femininity, which is something you’d given up on a while ago. It hadn’t exactly served you before arriving in Jackson, and you predict it would be humiliating to start trying now. After all the things you’d experienced, you were left marred with scars and wrinkles, stretch marks and loose skin. Since then, you’ve remained loyal to the combination of men’s denim and tank tops with flannel-button downs overtop. 

It doesn’t always stop the men in the community from descending like vultures. You might be the last pick – there are plenty others who are younger and prettier – but you’re still an option. Bea, your old partner, had always theorized that some men were particularly drawn to sapphic women, that it was ‘the ultimate challenge’. Maybe there is some truth to her theory, but you like men….sometimes. So there is always a part of you that yearns for their validation, for as many times as you tell yourself you don’t want it. But it never feels good to get it after you’ve watched them exhaust all their other options.

It’s pathetic, but it makes you think of Joel. He and Ellie had been over to yours and Ethans last week for a nice dinner, and you had tried to gauge whether there was any romantic connection between you still. Occasionally, you’d caught him looking at you with a wistful smile, but he could have been lost in thought. It’s not like you needed that from him or anything, but it might be useful information. After all this time, Joel is still so handsome, and probably has an impressive selection of potential partners here in Jackson – women of all ages. You hope he’s not here tonight – you can’t see much besides the dance floor at this point – because the thought of him cozied up to anyone here, combined with the acrid taste of the drink in your hand, makes you want to gag. 

You take another look around the room. Eugene, your partner in crime – quite literally – is walking towards you, which helps quell your spiraling mind . If you talk to him, say hello to Tommy and Maria, maybe Ethan will see the effort you’re making and you can sneak out without having to deal with anyone. It’s wishful thinking, but it’s worth a shot. The sooner you can get home tonight, the better.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Joel can’t stop staring. 

He knows it’s impolite. He knows that he’s not being subtle. He knows that if any other person in this bar followed his eyeline, they’d pick up on what he was doing in an instant. But every minute he doesn’t get called out for it, he becomes more and more emboldened. 

It’s the first dance he’s ever been to in Jackson, and the only reason he’s here is to placate Ellie and Tommy. But even they have abandoned him in favor of better companions – his brother is deep in conversation with Maria, sitting across from him in a booth, and Ellie is out on the dance floor dancing with one of her new friends, Dina.

Joel just can’t help himself. He still feels guilty for what he’s done, but he can’t shake the feeling of a soft hand clasped within his own – the first time he’d felt any semblance of hope since arriving here. Tommy and Maria had already slyly let him know about all the women who were interested, but he couldn’t bring himself to entertain their advances. There’s only one he wants, and she won’t even look in his direction.

When he’d first noticed you, you were whispering with Eugene on the opposite side of the dance floor. According to Tommy, you spend a fair bit of your time with the old man, which Joel initially thought to mean that you had some sort of entanglement. At first, Joel thought that couldn’t be possible. But you were deep in focus as you listened to Eugene’s words, nodding and leaning in closer and closer, and Joel thinks Tommy might be right. He wants to understand what you see in this man – tall and unkempt, covered in tattoos with long, graying hair and a beard to match. But Joel catches himself in his judgment, he’s probably just as unappealing – not just because of how he’s aged, but because of how horrible he’s been to you in general. 

The next time Joel sees you, you’re at the bar, chatting with a man who Maria had introduced him to not long ago, a resident who is new in town. Joel had been too busy focusing on the fact that he’d been in Jackson long enough to not be its newest resident that he couldn’t remember his name. He wishes he had, so he could keep tabs on him. Of course, he can’t blame the man for being drawn to you – Joel knows very well that you’re hard to miss in a crowd. 

Still, Joel bristles when you both step away from the bar, and the man’s hand lands just above your sacrum. He actually finds himself tensing up, resisting the urge to intervene, because it’d likely only make you angry. Plus, maybe you are interested. That question is answered quickly when you reach behind your to clasp the man's hand and place it back at his side. Where it belongs, he thinks.

“Joel!”

He snaps his attention to what’s in front of him – interrupted, and probably for good measure, lest he get himself too worked up. Ethan approaches with a girl his age, her arm linked through his. Joel stands to greet them. 

The terse understanding between himself and Ethan while you were still in the hospital had somehow turned into a friendship, especially after they’d begun getting paired up on patrol. Ethan reaches out for Joel’s hand to dap him up, slinging an arm briefly over his shoulder.

“How’s it going, kid?” 

“Good, good,” Ethan nods, pulling back, and gestures to the girl next to him. “Joel, this is Alex.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” she says. “Ethan’s told me all about you.” 

“Really?” Joel asks, feeling a little bewildered. 

“Only good things,” Alex says quickly, as if she senses his apprehension. Ethan puts his arm around her waist. Joel recalls a few weeks back when he’d asked for advice on how to ask out a girl. Joel hadn’t pried at the time, but now he seems to understand, and is surprised by the swell of pride he feels. “Ethan says you’re a fucking badass,”she giggles after she swears.

Joel looks over at Ethan. “I don’t know about that.” 

He shrugs, changes the subject. “Since when do you come to these things?” Ethan asks.

“Ellie dragged me out,” Joel answers.

“I did the same with my aunt,” Ethan chuckles. “But now I can’t find her, and I’m pretty sure she’s escaped.”

“Oh, is she here?” Joel plays dumb, like he hasn’t been aware of exactly where you have been all night. “I haven’t seen her.”

“I think she was with Eugene earlier,” Alex has to stand on her toes to speak into Ethan’s ear. Joel watches Ethan’s nose wrinkle. 

“Do you know Eugene at all?” Ethan turns to Joel. “I’m trying to figure out what’s going on there, but she won’t say anything.” 

Joel wishes that he had more information. “Tommy says they seem close.”

“I know that,” Ethan says. “I wish she would just be honest with me. It’s not like I would be mad. Whatever,” he shakes his head. “We can talk about it another time. I just want to find her so I can introduce her to Alex.”

“We should say hi to Tommy and Maria first,” Alex says, and Ethan nods in agreement before saying goodbye to him. Joel claps a hand on Ethan’s shoulder as he moves past him, and Alex gives him a shy smile in acknowledgement. 

Focusing back on the crowd, Joel realizes that you’ve vanished in the short span of his last interaction. Maybe you’d rejected that guy, and then he’d retaliated. Maybe you’d gone home with Eugene. Joel shakes his hand. It’s none of his business. He doesn’t need to get involved. It’s not his job to look after you, regardless of how much better he feels when he does. Old instincts. He can’t help himself.

He settles on watching Ellie and Dina spin each other around on the dance floor. Eventually, Tommy and Maria, then Ethan and Alex all trickle out of the booth to go get another round or head to dance. Joel stands to release the booth to someone who actually needs it – and is left in the corner, nursing a nearly empty beer that’s now flat and warm. He looks towards his family and friends, but for some reason, he still feels alone. 

Joel isn’t sure how long he stands sulking, but he starts when someone approaches from behind.

“Having fun?”

You’re a pace or two back, one thumb hooked through a belt loop, a whiskey in your opposite hand. Joel looks back at the crowd a moment, then at the ground. “No.” 

“Neither am I,” you commiserate, stepping alongside him. 

Joel considers offering that Ethan was looking for you, but selfishly does not want to give you a reason to leave, so he stays quiet. You observe the dance floor like he is, smiling slightly at the sight of Ethan and Alex dancing. The flannel you’re wearing over a gray tank hangs loosely off one shoulder, and Joel wants to reach out and touch the exposed skin. You take your last sip of whiskey, bring a finger to swipe under your bottom lip, and Joel wishes he knew what you might taste like right now. He scolds himself for fantasizing.

You don’t speak either, and you stand in silence for a while, until you eventually pop your hip, shifting closer to him. Maybe you don’t realize it, but you’re already standing so close that your arm gets pressed up against his. Neither of you acknowledge the contact, but Joel is acutely aware of how your skin burns hot against his own. He feels comforted by the affection, even if it’s unintentional.

“Want to leave?” Joel asks, and can hardly believe that the words came out of his mouth, even if he wanted them to. 

You look over at him, not bothering to hide your surprise, but your expression evens out quickly, and you give him a single nod. “Yeah.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Joel’s still not convinced this is real. It feels too much like a dream, the weather outside is so pleasantly warm it feels like he’s floating as you walk down the street. He had never expected you to agree to leave with him, and now he doesn’t know what to do, or what to say.

The greater distance you put between yourselves and the bar, the quieter the town is. Most of Jackson’s residents are at the dance, save for the guards at the front gate and the handful of people that had been mingling just outside.

He heads in the general direction of the neighborhood, even though he lives on a different street. 

“What are we supposed to do now?” you wonder out loud, and you sound a little incredulous, like you’re equally as shocked to find yourself beside him. The question carries a bit more weight than it would have coming from anyone else.

Joel contemplates. He’s not sure what he wants from you – there are a lot of things, actually – but he doesn’t know if he really deserves any of them. For now, your companionship is more than enough.

“You’re welcome to come back to mine,” he offers.  “But if you’re looking to keep drinking, all the booze is back at the bar.”

“I’m good.” You shake your head like you’re uninterested, but look over at him with a sparkle in your eye. “I have something better….” 

You reach into the pocket of your flannel and produce a rolled joint between two fingers, looking over your shoulder. “Those dances are usually terrible, so I always come prepared.” 

Joel can’t help the chuckle that escapes him, and the sheepish grin he gets in return makes his cheeks feel warm. “Where’d you even get that?”

“You’ve never been on patrol with Eugene, have you?” you ask. “He has a place just out of town where he grows it. I’ve been helping him since we first got paired up, and in exchange, I get to sample the supply.”  

Of course. Joel would’ve never imagined that was the reason you were so close with Eugene, but it suddenly makes incredible sense. He shakes his head in a combination of relief and amusement. “You really haven’t changed.” 

“Oh, I’m sure I have,” you answer, smiling to yourself and looking at the ground. “But of course I haven’t shaken all my bad habits.”

“That’s not true,” Joel mutters.

“Well, you haven’t changed either, for as much as you’ve tried to convince me,” you nudge him gently, offering him the joint. “What do you think?” 

Joel plucks it from between your fingers and puts it between his lips. “I think I have a lighter at home.”

“Sounds perfect.” 

In the front hallway of his house, you slip out of your tennis shoes, shuffling behind him in your socks, pausing occasionally to study some of the doodles that Ellie had drawn and hung on the walls – it wasn’t exactly a priority to decorate these days, but they certainly livened up the place. He knows how much Ellie likes you, despite the fact that she doesn’t gush, but the odd comment here and there says as much. Joel remembers how difficult it had been to keep Sarah away, and Ellie now is no different. He doesn’t seem to be able to help himself, either. 

You sit next to Joel on his wicker couch, curling your feet up under you as he lights the joint and study him while he takes the first few puffs. He does it without thinking. That’s how soft Jackson has made him. Normally, he’d be too stressed about being out of his wits. But he can’t see how hypervigilance has served him since settling down. He feels safe here, and somehow especially because he’s with you. 

When he passes the joint your way, you look at him wistfully. “Old times,” you say with a grin. 

Joel nods as he exhales, coughing. “Old times.” 

“Oh yeah,” you say, as if you just remembered something. “You can’t tell Ethan about this. He doesn’t know, and he will give me shit about it. I need him to take me seriously.” 

Joel shakes his head. “Well, you know, it sounds like he and Tommy both think you and Eugene are together.”

“What?” your head jerks forward in shock, eyes going wide. “Oh my god, no. Do people think that?”

“I’m just sayin’,” Joel wants to mention how he had seen you whispering to each other at the bar earlier, but then realizes it’d give a bit too much away. “That’s what they think.”

“Well....historically speaking I might’ve liked older men…. but not that old.”

Joel purses his lips. “You’ve lived here awhile, huh?” When you nod, he continues. “Has no one caught your eye?” 

“Uhm….not really. But….” you trail off, looking into Joel’s backyard. “To be completely honest, I  don't think about that much these days. I guess I feel like I have a lot to be grateful for. I don’t want to push it.”

Joel understands, and nods pensively.

“What about you?” you ask. 

“I guess I feel the same.”

That causes you to smile a little bit, look over at him. “I bet you already know this. But the women here would line up down the block for you.”

Joel can’t help but roll his eyes, though he wonders if you would, too. Even if you did like him, that didn’t seem like your style. 

“I’m serious. I’ve heard the things they whisper behind your back. All their fantasies about you are pretty creative...”

“Fantasies?” He grimaces. He imagines none of them know anything about who he really is. You’re the closest thing, and all he’s done is hurt you. “I’m sure you were quick to set them straight.” 

“I don’t say anything,” you say, then continue on, a little quieter, looking at him from under your lashes. “I like to keep you to myself.” 

Joel isn’t sure how to respond to that. You have every right to tell all of them that you were once together, and all the ways he’s hurt you since. Yet for some reason, you’ve chosen to protect him. 

“So….all this time….” you wonder. “You had to have been with other people, right?”

Joel doesn’t think to hold back. “I had a partner for a long time. Tess. First, it was all business, I helped her smuggle things in and out of the Boston QZ…and then, I don’t know….we got along, we trusted each other and…” Joel trails off, hoping you’d put together the rest before he has to go into too much detail. “She was real fuckin’ tough. Scared me a little at first. You would’ve liked her.”

“Well, we already have one thing in common. What happened?”

“She’s the whole reason I ended up out here….with Ellie,” Joel explains. “But I lost her a little over a year ago.”

He hopes you don’t ask how. Maybe someday he’d be willing to go into detail, but talking about it generally is hard enough as it is. But fortunately, you seem to pick up on his hesitance. “I’m sorry, Joel,” you say softly.

He shakes his head. “I was an asshole. To her. I should've....after Sarah died I didn’t want to get attached, so I kept her at arms length and I... I wished I hadn’t in the end. It only made things worse.”

“Yeah,” you nod, look down. “I’ve made that mistake before.”

Joel doesn’t want to linger any longer on the memory. “What about you? Were you with anyone?”

“Uhm, yeah,” you fidget, looking uncomfortable. “I had a partner….for like ten years."

Ten years? He had been with Tess for more, but something about that information feels jarring. He’s shocked Tommy never told him this. Did Tommy even know? Suddenly, it dawns on Joel everything that could’ve happened to you since you’ve been apart. Entire lifetimes. And he’d said such horrible things when you’d fought. He remembers your face when he’d told you that you didn’t know what it was like to lose a child. Maybe you had. He’d been so cruel and inconsiderate just because he was uncomfortable. 

His throat feels tight, almost scared to learn anymore. “What…what was his name?”

“Well, Bea….was her name.” 

Joel is sure he doesn't hide the shock well. “Sorry, I didn’t know…”

“Yeah,” you say. “I don’t think I did either. Well, I sort of did, but I was too young I think when I first realized to make any sense of it, but…. I met her and…yeah,” then, you smirk. “I mean, I went to an all-girls school and I had a really bad relationship with my dad so…it definitely makes sense. ” 

Joel considers this, smiles along with you. “But anyways. Her and I met shortly after my brother died and it was kind of the same. We kept each other alive, things developed from there. We ended up getting involved with this group who lived in the middle of nowhere. That’s a whole other story, but…” you wave your hand. “I loved her, and I lost her right before Ethan and I got here.” 

Joel sees all the pain in your eyes, and wishes he could say something to take it all away. He knows he can’t. You look back out into the woods in his backyard, take a deep breath, and reach back towards the joint that you had put out not long before, lighting it again. Joel gets the sense that both of you had done the most amount of sharing possible for the time being. 

“Look at us,” you take another drag before passing it over. “Old times.”

“Old times,” he repeats, a smile working its way onto his face. 

“This used to be my favorite thing to do with you.” 

“It was nice,” Joel agrees….hesitates before continuing. “But I can think of some things I liked better.” He gives you a knowing look, and you roll your eyes, laughing easily at his joke. It feels so good to make you laugh, to see you smile. Why had he spent so much time resisting?

“Touche.” 

What happens next spills out of Joel so quickly he doesn’t think to stop it. “I tried to look for you….after all this happened. I didn’t have Sarah anymore, and I thought maybe….I don’t know. It was the only thing that kept me going for a while.”

“I did too,” you confess. “But…I was with Vincent and Ethan, and I felt like I couldn’t leave them alone for something that might just be…. I always hoped you both made it. And I’m so sorry she’s gone. I really did love her.” 

“I know you did,” Joel reaches out to take your hand. “I know. And I shouldn’t have said those things I did. I’m still not sure why you’ve been so patient with me.”

“Hmm,” you shift so that you’re closer to him. “You waited around for me back then. It’s only fair that I’d wait around for you now. I want you in my life. I don’t care what that looks like. But it’s too hard to forget about a person that you loved.” 

Joel wants as much from you as you’re willing to give, and he can’t tear his gaze away from you. But he wants you to see him, all of him, before he takes it. 

“I’ve let a lot of people down. I’ve done a lot of h-horrible things,” his voice cracks, and tears well in his eyes. 

“I have, too, you know? Those things still live with me. But I think what matters is who we are now,” you reach out, fingertips brushing the scar on his temple, and Joel swears that even if you don’t know the story behind it, you can see right through him. “And I know who you are.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have.” 

“You won’t,” you say. “No more than anyone else has. And if it makes you feel better…when people hurt me, I’ve gotten pretty good at hurting them back.” 

“If I do, I’d hope you would.”

“I will. I promise,” your thumb strokes his cheek, marveling at him. “I would suggest a blood oath or something but….I heard we kind of already did that…”

He’s given you every warning, every barrier, and you’re still here. He can’t believe it, and he doesn’t think he can hold back any longer. “Come here.”

He kisses you. He wishes that he could be slow and tender and gentle like he used to be – and certainly he’s still capable, but he realizes that he’s been depriving himself of something he wanted for so long, and can’t seem to control himself. 

Your hands land on the side of his face, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Maybe you’re somewhat taken aback by his urgency, you hum against his lips, but you don’t resist at all. Joel maneuvers you so you’re straddling his thighs, and he grips your hips, your ass, coasts his hands up your side. Your lips part in a moan, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

For a while, he stays there, savors the taste of you, whiskey and smoke still lingering on your lips. His hands cup your jaw, feel your body, grip and squeeze and stroke and you let him, continue to let him. He tries everything, wondering if you’ll tell him to stop, if you’ll decide you’ve had too much, but you don’t. Then again, he should know by now that you’re a woman who knows what she wants. He just finds it’s hard to believe that he’s the thing you want.

You break away from him, just a little, and Joel presses his nose to your neck, kisses your pulse point. 

“Should we go upstairs?” your voice is raspy and breathless. “Will Ellie be home soon?” 

“Probably not for a while. We can be quick.”

“Hopefully not too quick,” you raise your eyebrows. Joel can’t help but laugh a little. He relishes in the way your hands rake up and down his arms, exploring him, touching him. Of course he wants you, but even just this would be enough. He’d be content with less, he hadn’t realized how starved of affection he’d been.

You’re able to pry yourselves off one another to make it up the stairs, and Joel guides you with a hand to the small of your back. When you get to his bedroom, he opens the door, but stops you before you go inside. 

“Hold on,” Joel mutters, winding one arm around your waist, the other behind your knee.

“Joel, what-no, you’ll–” he pulls you into his arms. 

“Do you really think I’m not strong enough?”

“I didn’t say that,” you chuckle as he carries you over the threshold and into the bedroom, breath puffing against him before he lays you down on the bed. 

When he hovers over you, your fingers wind into his hair, nails raking against his scalp. He savors every sweet sigh he’s able to pull from you, hands cupping your breasts and squeezing your hips. You’re so pliant and open beneath his body, it makes it easier to not feel guilty about what he’s doing. He knows he shouldn’t feel guilty, you’ve said as much, but it might take some time before the feeling will die completely. Hopefully, he has enough time with you to see it off completely.

Clothes are removed quickly, intentionally, as you both bare more and more of yourself to each other. And while he wishes he could’ve been there to see the ways in which your body has changed, you’re still as beautiful as ever. 

Joel, however, is hesitant to give himself away completely. When you tug at the hem of his shirt, he hesitates. 

“I don’t know if-” he pauses. “If you want to see all that.”

“Joel,” you stare at him knowingly, kneeling across from him as he stands at the edge of the bed. “I do.” 

So he releases your hand, and lets you pull it over his head. Carefully, you study him, his body littered with scars. He knows he’s not as in shape as you remember. These days, he hardly can look at himself in the mirror after a shower. He expects you to be disgusted, or at least see it flit across your face before you compose yourself, but you don’t. Your fingertips drag through the smattering of hair on his chest and down his torso, tracing several prominent scars – each one with a story – but you linger on the one at his abdomen, frowning. 

He sees the question on your face, but you don’t ask it. Instead, you return to press yourself against him. “I’m so glad you’re still here….”

You kiss him, then, and Joel can only kiss you back. 

Joel isn’t the only one with battle scars. Some of them he feels are his fault, but you seem less self-concious about them, which gives him a surprising amount of confidence. Maybe it’s just a reality of what happens when you make it this long. 

When you’re finally bare beneath him, he admires how you look, stretched out and waiting, chest heaving and shivering with anticipation. He slides his hand between your legs – feels you already wet and warm, sinking two fingers inside. Your walls flutter around the intrusion, back arcing off the bed when you sigh out his name. Joel.

He’d forgotten how nice it felt to hear that. 

Joel is already thinking about what he’d like to do to you next time. He’d be more careful, more patient. He’d bury his face between your thighs to see if you tasted as good as he remembers, he’d let your fingers curl into his hair. But right now you both seem desperate for the same thing. 

He pumps his cock a few times with his hand, he can’t remember the last time he’d been this hard – the last time he’s wanted anyone this badly. Even with Tess, it had always felt like the both of them were hurrying to scratch an itch, her eyes would wander like she was thinking of other people, and maybe he was, too. 

Joel lines himself up with your slick cunt, teases you a little, and you roll your body down to meet him, gasping when his blunt head slides in – just a little. 

He can’t hold back. You practically suck him in, so tight and hot around him he finds it immediately overwhelming, but he doesn’t even think to pull out. Only when he’s fully seated inside you, and given you a chance to adjust, does he start to move. 

It’s euphoric. You’re both older now, more mature, but he still remembers all the things you liked, even if it takes a moment for him to find the spot inside you that makes you cry out, legs wrapping around his hips. 

Unlike before, you don’t bother trying to hide from him. You kiss him, hold him, touch him, look him in the eyes, tell him how good he feels – you don’t hold back. Joel relishes every word you say, clings to the praise and gives it back. Your lashes flutter when he tells you how pretty you look.

He can think of nothing else other than bringing you pleasure, can tell you’re getting close when you begin to rut against him, and he reaches down to let the pads of his fingers slide over your clit.

When you come, you whine his name, lock your lips with his own and he swallows your moans. The feeling of you so impossibly tight and wet and pulsing and squeezing him so tightly has him following closely after. 

His head is still buried in the crook of your neck when you speak again. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

The second Joel pulls out, he starts missing how close he felt to you. But you fix that by rolling over onto your stomach, curling up at his side, head on his chest, and arm across his stomach. 

“Joel. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

He’s far from it. But he’s starting to think if you say it enough, maybe he’ll start to believe it. He turns his head to kiss you gently, slowly. “So are you.” 

“We can do this again, right?” you ask. 

“Yes,” he says. “Yes, we can.”

“Good,” you settle back against him, and very slowly, he dozes off with you right beside him. He doesn’t want to sleep alone again, and luckily, he doesn’t have to. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

-December 4th, 2026-

When you return home from patrol, you find Joel in his living room – boots off and socked feet propped on the arm of the couch. You don’t notice his eyes are closed, that he’s asleep, until you get closer, see the book he’d been reading resting on his chest as he snores lightly. You can’t help but feel for him – he’s probably exhausted from constant patrols, so he must be tired. 

But mostly, you’re just overwhelmed by the love you feel for him, catching him in a quiet moment of vulnerability. Hesitantly, you reach out and squeeze his foot. It’s gentle and tender enough that he blinks his eyes open and looks around, taking in his surroundings, rather than jolting awake like he often does. When he sees you on the opposite end of the couch, he melts back into the pillow he’s propped against. 

“Hey, stud,” you lean against the arm of the couch. 

“Hey,” Joel answers, voice still gruff with sleep. “How long was I out?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I just got in.”

“Hmm,” Joel closes his eyes again, folds his hands across his stomach.

“You’re wearing the glasses I got you,” you point out. They’re simple. Rectangular black frames. You’d found them on patrol, and brought them home after Joel had been complaining that he could barely see when he read before bed. But he’d tried them on and insisted he hated the way they looked, so you’d ended up using them most of the time.

“They do work,” he grumbles, like he’s ashamed to admit it. “But I still think they look stupid.”

“You look like a sexy librarian,” Joel rolls his eyes, but you can tell he’s suppressing a grin. There’s always a bit of defiance about him, he can’t fully admit how you get him so flustered even after you’ve spent so much time together. You press your thumb into the arch of his foot and he groans. “That feel good?” you ask. 

“Yes.”

“Whatcha reading?” You gesture towards the book. 

“Some book about the moon landing,” Joel lifts it off of his chest, where it lay face down and open, looks at the back cover. “For Ellie.”

“How sweet.”

“It’s a little dry,” he deadpans. “But she likes this stuff.” 

You shift your massage to his other foot. Joel stretches, his arms lifting above his head, the shirt he’s wearing rides up just so, so you see a sliver of his lower belly before it disappears again, throwing an arm over his eyes. 

“Are you tired?” you ask. 

“Always,” he says through a yawn. 

“Me too,” you yawn along with him, since they’re contagious. He pulls the glasses from their perch on the bridge of his nose and shuts the book, placing them both on the coffee table in front of him. You take your hands off his feet and he sits up a little straighter, holding out his hand. 

“Come ‘ere,” he says, and you do. 

He grunts as you settle into his arms, head nestled against his chest, sprawling out almost on top of him, the only way you both can fit like this on the couch.

“You’re so warm,” you say softly, letting him wrap his arms around you. 

“You’re cold. Your hands are freezing,” he holds them in his own.

“It’s cold out.”

“Don’t know why you left today.”

“Obligations. Patrol.”

“Fuck that.”

You laugh into his chest, pausing for a moment before speaking again. “You know, I think we might be boring.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, we don’t really leave the house. We spend all day reading. And we’re old.”

“We’re not that old.”

“But we’re getting up there.”

“Sure, but…” Joel trails off. 

“Everything’s so quiet, so calm.”

“I think that’s what most people would describe as content.” 

“Are you content?” you ask, lifting your head to look him in the eyes. 

“I’m happy,” he says softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ears. “Are you?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Then don’t worry about the rest.”

“Okay,” you settle back against your husband's chest, feel his lips brush your forehead.

His fingers search absentmindedly for the ring on your finger he’d found while clearing out a pawn shop not too long ago. The one he wore looked nothing like your own. But the marriage had been long overdue, and neither of you cared what the rings actually looked like. 

Nowadays, you split your time between his place with Ellie, and your own with Ethan, but end up in his bed every night. At this point, you don’t think you could sleep without him. 

Years ago, another lifetime, you’d had a conversation underneath a sky full of stars. You’d told him that for you, good things had never lasted. Joel had made a promise. 

This will.

It took time. There was a lot of pain. But in the end, he had told you the truth.

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[magknightidv]

Hi! So I can't remember if I sent you a request cuz my memory is absolutely terrible but if I didn't could I request a Heather x Reader please? Maybe the reader has been a rider for a while and rides a egg biter. And when Heather shows up and is thinking about joining the gang but is still nervous, the reader tries to make her feel comfortable by hanging out with her, talking to her, and all together just being super kind and almost loving while also giving her and windshear the space they need. And finally after the events with Dagur, and pretending to be a dragon hunter are over, she decides to stay because she fell in love with the reader and the reader did too. Sorry if this was too long and sorry if I already requested something lol. Have a good day💜💜💜

Absolutely!!

I Don't Bite

HEATHER X READER

Pairing: Heather x Gn! Reader

Reader pronouns used: They/Them/Their's

Warnings: None that I'm aware of

Summary: Heather comes to the edge and is trying to figure out if she wants to join the other riders. You help with that decision.

Dragon Name: Crunchy (you know cause its a egg biter)

Notes: I feel like I took a bit of a different turn to how you wanted it and I apologise, I just couldn't fully remember what happened so went with the parts of the story I do remember.

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"Ow!" I exclaim as the set of dragon teeth that were already gently nibbling on my arm bit down harder.

I look to my side to be met with a playful look from my dragon, Crunchy. An annoying pest that almost took my arm off the first time we met. She let's go of my arm and nods her head towards the door of my hut.

"Did I miss something?" I mutter walking into the clubhouse where everyone else is. "Oh."

The Twins were chatting in their little duo, but the others were all surrounding a gorgeous girl that looks to be around our age, with raven hair and green eyes that leave me completely dazed. My mouth hangs open for a second in shock.

"Uh hi everyone? Sorry to interrupt, but who's this?" I ask as I walk to the others, catching their attention. The girl's eyes meet mine as I walk further towards her and the others.

"oh yeah! Y/n you never met Heather did you?" Snotlout suddenly announces. So her name is Heather then?

I raise my hand to see if she'll shake mine. She does. To this I smile and politely not my head at her. She returns the motion.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n. I've been a rider for a while but I guess I've never had the luck of meeting you."

"It's nice to meet you too Y/n, I'm Heather." She then forms a grin on her face. Me, Heather and Astrid start up a conversation as though we've been close friends for years. Technically me and Astrid have been but, you know. That's not the point.

The others leave for a bit to do their various jobs around the Edge, leaving me to give a to Heather around the Edge.

"So, do you have a dragon too?" I tilt my head to her to show that im curious. Heather giggles lightly at my slightly odd behaviour.

"Yep, a razorwhip, Windshear. She's really sweet." As she finishes this sentence there is a slight yelp from a dragon down by the stables.

We rushed towards the sound and see the aforementioned razorwhip lightly snarling at a cheeky egg biter that has attached herself to the metallic tail of Windshear.

I quickly exclaim "Crunchy!" I wave my hands to signal the egg biter to let go. I suddenly turn to Heather, "I'm so sorry about her, she doesn't mean any harm. She just likes to nibble a little on things she's taken interest in."

Crunchy finally let's go and drops to the floor below and playfully pats the floor by Windshear, who then looks to her rider for support in what to do. Heather finally let's out a hearty laugh at the entire scene and makes a shooing motion to Windshear.

"heh- It's fine don't worry, she seems cute." She continues to chuckle, calming down from the giggle fit she had. My face grows hot from embarrassment and something else.

When she got no response from Windshear other than a few confused gurgles, Crunchy hops over to me and Heather. She spots the ravenette and quickly placed her head under her hand. Heather naturally starts to stroke her scaly head. Crunchy began to purr slightly.

I panicked slightly when I saw Crunchy abruptly open her eyes. She looked directly at me and moved her face, level with Heathers hand. She let her teeth be seen and the panic further set in. To my surprise however, she lightly took the hand between her teeth and gently seem to nibble on it. How come she can't be like that with me???

After this experience me and Heather bonded over our dragons and their strange behaviours. The dragons also became seemingly great friends as Windshear had finally understood what Crunchy wanted.

We had spent time going on missions and working together for a while, but soon came a horrid time for Heather. Her brother, Dagur. He had gone directly into a trap and died. For her. So she would be safe.

Honestly I would do the same, but like I would ever say that out loud to her. I believe that I've developed feelings for her.

Outside the rain continues to pour down at a quick pace. We had all split off to our respective huts, except for Heather who didn't currently have one. She is going to get ill if she doesn't come inside.

I leave my hut and look into the rain and see her stood alone. I make my way slowly, just to give extra time to cool down.

"Heather?" She doesn't reply so I continue. "Heatheryou need to come inside, you'll get ill" I continue walking until I reach her sobbing figure. The look on her face tears me apart. The hurt and pain in her eyes doesn't subside when she looks at me finally.

She says nothing but nods and begins to walk away, presumably to where she's been camping out. I swiftly catch a hold of her hand. She turns and I nod towards my hut. No words were spoken as I whistle for Crunchy to leave her pen in the stables and come to the hut.

She lights my fireplace and curlse up near Heather who sat on a seat, still quietly sobbing.

"Heather please let me know if you need anything else, I'll set up a space for you to sleep tonight so you don't need to go back out there." I give a kind smile and walk to prepare everything.

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It's been a while since I've properly seen Heather, she told me that she was very thankful that I gave her a place to stay that night and soon had left after the next day.

I've been missing her, honestly. Crunchy is missing her best friend too. Although, Heather is more than just a best friend to me. She's found a way into my heart and I have no idea how to get rid of these feelings.

The riders had noticed our slightly dampened moods and so they kept holding these secretive meetings that I was never allowed into.

The Edge was quiet as the others had all fallen asleep. The moon was high in the sky, seeming so much brighter than the sun at times. Even though that's false, I just like to think it.

"Ouch! Hello to you too Crunchy."

I strain my neck to see Crunchy attaching herself to Heather. She let's go and instead switches her attention to Windshear.

My eyes widen and I quickly get up to sprint at her, I open my arms and practically tackle her to the ground. Heather laughs and hugs back.

"Heather, I've missed you so much!" my smile is so large it kind of hurts. "I suppose it's a temporary stay again, but I'm so so happy you're here."

She continues to laugh at my excitement, "No actually, I'm staying. Permanently."

Somehow my eyes widen even more, I giggle with excitement. "Really?"

"Really. I've heard a certain someone has taken interest in me, I just happen to return that feeling." She narrows her eyes in suspicion cheeks lightly dusted with a pink hue.

"Don't worry I don't bite." My smile becomes a lot more gentle as I lay beside her on the grass staring at the stars. The dragons rolling around and playing a little way away from us.

"Is it ok? That I like you, I mean" She's cautious with her words. I turn with a confused expression.

"Didn't I just admit to having feelings for you, don't make me feel stupid now." I chuckle abut continue to not give off the wrong impression "It's completely fine, because the feelings are mutual."

She holds one of my hands gently and reaches with her other to get my other hand. I give a curious look as she raises both of our hands. She suddenly yanks the second one that she wasn't holding before into her mouth and she lightly bites down.

"HEY"

"You may not bite, but that doesn't mean I won't." as she says this, she speedily got up to run away into the trees. This catches the dragons attention but they don't move to do anything.

I can hear her laughter as I get up to chase along behind her, laughing myself.

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HIII hope that was OK! I tried to stick to the request as best I could. I honestly love the idea of having an egg biter that just like to play around and is actually really gentle.

I'm working on posting a new chapter of Handsome Jack x reader fanfic on Monday so ig look out for that if you're interested.

I'm working on all my requests, slowly but surely so don't worry. You're requests should be coming out. At some point.

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BESTIE I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! Contgrats to your 500 followers and thank you for all you do for us Hotchniss shippers💛💛

I’d like to request: Kisses #33: hushed conversation in-between kisses

(Go ahead and make me feel things, I’m here for it!)

THANK YOU <3

And to repay you for your kind words...I've written nearly 3k words of sadness.

You're welcome xoxo

(yes another one became a full blown fic. I am who I am)

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Sanctuary

She didn't understand it. How could she miss something that she never knew she had this much?

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: Major themes of miscarriage/pregnancy loss

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily wakes up quickly. Torn from sleep by something unknown, dazed and slightly confused as she shakes her head to rid herself of the last tendrils of sleep. She checks the alarm clock on her nightstand and sees it’s 2 am, rolling her eyes as she rubs at them. She sits up, hoping a quick trip to the bathroom will rest her brain and therefore allow her to sleep. 

A sharp pain rolls through her abdomen, making her gasp as she presses her hand to her lower belly. It hurts, her body almost vibrating with it, it barely fades, the pain rolling through her in a way that felt distantly familiar. 

“Em?” 

She curses under her breath at the sound of Aaron’s sleepy voice, the light on his nightstand switching on not even a second later. He’d always been a light sleeper, a side effect of their job and what he’d been through, so he’d probably been awake ever since she had. 

“I’m ok,” she says, not sure she believes herself, the strain in her voice clear, “I think I’m sick or something my…” she groans as the pain briefly gets worse, “My stomach really hurts.” 

He sits up behind her, the mattress shifting as he moves, and he presses a hand to her shoulder. 

“Do you need help to the bathroom?” He asks, kindness to his voice that makes her cheeks burn. She wants to say no, wants to make it there herself, but she’s not sure she can. He’d seen her in worse states she reasons to herself. He’d picked up the pieces after she got way too drunk at a girl's night shortly after they’d moved in together a year ago. 

“Yes,” she says, nodding sharply, “I do.” He stands without further comment, turning the main light on as he does, and he walks round to her side of the bed. She pulls the bedding off from over her lap and he freezes on the spot, his eyes fixed on her with a tinge of horror shining in them. “Em…” 

“What?” She looks down, following his gaze to her lap, and she gasps. She’d bled through her sweatpants and she could see there was also some blood on the mattress below her. It was enough to make alarm rise in her chest.  She swallows thickly, “Wh…what?” She repeats before she looks back up at him as if he had the answers. 

“Ok,” he says, springing into action, his Hotch mask slipping into place as it so often did when there was a crisis. He kisses the top of her head before reaching for her phone because it was closer than his, typing in the passcode before he opens up the contacts, “I’m going to call Jessica, then we’re going to get you changed and to the hospital.” 

“Aaron that-”

“It’s not up for debate,” he says, already pressing Jess’s name in Emily’s phone, “Something is clearly wrong, sweetheart.” 

“It’s probably just my period,” She says, trying to dismiss it, to minimise both of their concerns, “It’s a bit late so…” She drifts off, the realisation hitting her just as quickly as the pain had. She’d felt this pain before, the familiarity of it showing its true face to her as she does the math in her head. She looks back at Aaron and sees how he dials Jess’s number again, clearly having reached her voicemail the first time, “Aaron? I…” she presses her hand into her belly as the cramp rolls through her again, “I think I might be having a miscarriage.” 

His eyes widen in a way that would be comical in any other circumstances, “What?” He asks, “But you aren’t pregnant.”

“I…I think I might be. Or at least,” she clears her throat, pushing down the preemptive sorrow that she doesn’t want to feel, “Or at least I was,” she blows out a breath that seems to catch on every rib on the way out, shuddering as it leaves her, “It feels like…” she pauses to wince, her face screwed up, “It feels like when I was in Rome. After the....” 

She drifts off again, but she knows she doesn’t have to say anything else, that she doesn’t have to explain any further as he closes his eyes, the realisation hitting him too. She’d told him about it when they first got together. Pieces finally fallinginto place for him that had been missing ever since the case when she had acted so differently from her usual self. Another thing this woman he loved had gone through. Another piece of proof of her unyielding strength. 

Any reply he might have is cut off as the phone finally connects to Jess, her sleepy voice coming down the line.

“Jess, I’m so sorry to call at this time of day.” 

He reaches out and grabs Emily’s hand as he explains the situation to Jess, and she can hear the muffled sounds of the other woman rushing around her home on the other end. 

If love would be enough to help, Emily knew she had it in abundance. 

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It feels like days, not a matter of hours, have passed when she’s next in their bedroom. She feels dazed, like she’s watching everything around her happening from behind a glass wall. 

“Sweetheart?” 

She turns to look at Aaron, unmistakable sadness on his face that she can hardly bear to look at, something she refused to call guilt gnawing at her insides. Her eyes flick to his hand, to the bag he’s carrying full of medication that he’d listened to the instructions for, and medical grade sanitary towels that the kind nurse had given them because of the time of day it was when Emily was discharged. Aaron said he’d go out later to get more, and it makes her stomach turn.

She’d bought the same ones for JJ when she’d just had Henry. 

“Do you need anything?” He asks, a desperate look in his eyes that tells her he would do anything to help her. That he’d go right across town to the tiny bakery she liked the pastries from and camp outside until they opened if it made her feel even the tiniest bit better. 

“I think I just need to sleep,” she says, turning towards the bed and finally looking at it. They hadn’t made it before they left, the sheets and comforter thrown all over the place, the blood she’d lost still standing out against the sheets. A physical manifestation of the panic that tinged the air. 

The bed looked different now. Pulled together neatly like it was in a hotel, bedding she recognised from the closet that she’d washed and put away only that week.

“Jess said she changed the bed,” he explains, his gaze burning into the back of her head, “She said she didn’t want you to-”

“I’ll have to remember to thank her,” she says, cutting him off, polite in a way that makes her sound a little too much like her mother. She walks over to her side of the bed. She was still in pain, her body aching in a way she had forgotten it could. She sits on the edge of the bed and looks at him over her shoulder, “I really do think I just need some sleep.” 

“Ok, I’ll-”

“Alone,” she says, not missing the brief hurt that flashes across his face. “Please.”

It’s a silent standoff for a moment, and she sees the war raging within him. How he is figuring out how to handle this, how to help. He eventually nods sharply, putting the bag of her supplies down on a chair they keep in the corner before retreating to the door.

“Ok, whatever you need, sweetheart,” he says “If you need me-”

“I know,” she cuts over him again, sure if he’s too kind to her that she’ll break, “I know.” 

He nods at her, his lips set in a firm line, before he walks out of the room, the click of the door closing the last sound before she’s plunged into silence. She lays down and curls around her pillow, holding it to her abdomen as if it would ease the ache. 

She finally lets herself cry, everything she’d felt since she had first woken up spilling free. 

___

At first, the knock on the door frustrates her. She pulls the bedding tighter around herself, curling into a ball under it as if she could disappear. She opens her mouth to tell whoever it was, Aaron, to go away, that she wanted to be alone, but she’s cut off by a small voice. 

“Emily?” 

She closes her eyes, screwing them shut tightly as if that alone would stop the seemingly never-ending tears from leaking onto her cheeks. She pulls the bedding back just enough to reveal her face, and she turns towards the door. 

“Hi Jack,” she says, grateful that her voice is relatively even. Gravelly from misuse, but not stuffed full of the sadness she couldn’t shake off, “Are you ok?” 

He hesitates by the door, scratching at the back of his head in a way that he had picked up from Aaron. A tell from both her Hotchner boys that always gave away when they were nervous. He looks back over his shoulder, as if he’s being followed, and then back at her. 

“Daddy said I should leave you alone.” 

It makes her ache, the pain in her chest twisting even tighter. A knot she was sure she’d never be able to undo. Forever tied together around her heart, equal parts grief and love mixing into something she couldn’t name. 

She finds herself briefly furious at her fiancee. The thought that he felt as if he needed to protect her from something, from his son, lighting a fire in her belly. It is extinguished almost as soon as it is lit, sorrow that seemed to be in her very veins a dampener to any other feeling. 

“Come over here, honey,” she pushes the bedding back and holds out a hand to him, a strange defiance against the man she loves that she can’t explain. Jack doesn’t need asking twice. He’s across the room in a second, under the covers and laying on his father's side of the bed. He lays his head on Aaron’s pillow and looks at her, his brows furrowing slightly. 

Emily doesn’t think he’s ever looked more like Aaron. The crease in between his brows. The serious look on his face. The way his jaw was tight.

The concern that shone through the eyes Emily knows he got from his mother. 

“You’re sad?” He asks, reaching out and touching her cheek, his hand meeting the sticky residue left behind by her tears.

“Yes, Jack,” she replies, reaching over and pushing his hair off of his face, idly thinking about how he was well overdue for a haircut, “I’m sad.” 

She hopes he doesn’t ask why, or at least that Aaron has already given him an age-appropriate explanation of what had happened. She doesn’t have it in her to explain it to him, to try and help him make sense of something she didn’t understand herself. 

“Can I help?” He asks, and it feels like a knife to the chest. The look on his face letting her know if he could, he would make her feel better. Yet another thing he had inherited from his father. 

“Oh sweet boy,” she says, pulling him in for a hug that helps her feel grounded but also stops him from seeing the fresh tears spilling out of her lash line, “You do help,” she kisses the side of his head, “You always help.” 

Aaron finds them twenty minutes later, both fast asleep on Emily’s side of the bed and snuggled up. He pulls the door closed, and feels a flash of jealousy that he hates himself for that she’ll let Jack in, but not him. 

___

She feels the bed dip behind her as Aaron joins her. He’d made her eat dinner, a simple meal that he’d put in her hands before he left her to it, the now empty plate on her nightstand. 

He’d spent the day loving her from a distance, giving her the space she’d asked for, the space she needed.

Now, she needed him. 

“I’m sorry,” she says eventually, her voice quiet but loud in the otherwise silent room. 

“What for?” He asks, matching her tone. She rolls over to look at him, laying on her side as her eyes meet his. She shrugs, her lips set in a firm line as her eyes shine with tears. He shifts so he’s laying on his side facing her, he feels his arms twitch to reach out for her, to pull her into his embrace, but he stops himself, not wanting to do anything that would make her shut down again.

“For pushing you away all day,” she explains, her chin trembling, “For the miscarriage. I…I didn’t know.” 

It was the thought that kept playing on a loop in her head. She hadn’t even known she was pregnant. Something she seemingly gained the second she was already losing it, a pain in her chest that seemed to match the cramps in her belly. The grief came as a surprise, her world fuzzy ever since the doctor confirmed her fears in the ER. Everything seemed blurred, out of focus. A ringing in her ears that made it feel like she was underwater, everything too far away to reach out for. 

Except for Aaron. He was always within reach. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he says, finally reaching for her and pulling her into his arms. She goes willingly, curling into his embrace as she buries her face into his shoulder, his t-shirt immediately dampened by her tears, “You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing.” 

He rubs his hand up and down her back, aware of his own tears slipping down his face, dropping onto the top of her head. Her pain had always been his Achilles heel, the thing that could threaten to tear him apart. Leaving him unravelled, knowing he’d do anything to make her feel better.

He couldn’t fix this. He couldn’t make it better for her, for them, but he could love her. Something that came to him as easily as breathing.

“I don’t understand why it hurts so much,” she says, pulling back to look at him, waving off his concern as he goes to reach for the painkillers for her on his nightstand, “Not the actual pain,” she adds, “I didn’t know I was pregnant, Aaron,” she says again, shaking her head at herself as she sobs, “I had no idea. So why does it hurt this much? I feel so…empty.” 

Aaron places his palm on her cheek and kisses her forehead, then her nose, and then her lips. A delicate thing that he hopes gets across everything he doesn’t have the words for. 

“It’s ok to be sad, Emily. I’m sad too. We lost something today,” He says, his voice barely above a whisper, still matching the tone she’d set when she started the conversation. 

She smiles at him, her lower lip trembling as she cups his neck, her thumb rubbing at his jawline. She shifts so they are sharing his pillow, curled around each other like a vine as she kisses him softly. 

“Something we didn’t know we had,” she replies, resting her forehead against his. “I know we hadn’t really started trying yet,” she says, her smile wavering, “But if it had happened…it would have been nice.” 

Aaron feels his heart clench in his chest, a vice tight around it, grief that he couldn’t have anticipated only 24 hours ago threatening to suffocate him. “It would have been amazing.”

She stamps another kiss on his lips before she rests her head on his chest, curling into him again. 

“When this all hurts a tiny bit less,” she says, her voice shaking, “Can we talk about it? Having a baby I mean.”

She knew their time was limited. That her age and the damage her body had been subjected to over the years could made it difficult, but she wanted this with him. She hadn’t realised quite how much she did want it until it was snatched away from her. 

He holds her impossibly closer, his arms banding tight around her, “Of course sweetheart,” he replies, his lips against her hairline, “Of course we can.” 

He can’t think of anything he’d rather do more. The thought of marrying her, of raising Jack and a kid that was half him and half her with her, enough to ease some of the pain in his chest. The promise of a future a bright spark in the distance. 

He cups the back of her head to hold her in place, his hand running up and down her back in a pattern he hopes will lull her to sleep.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” He asks, “I’ll do anything.” 

She smiles, the first real one all day, and hides it deep in his t-shirt, the press of it against his chest. She knows he means it. That he’d pluck the moon from the sky if she asked him to. Or get out of bed and drive to Mcdonald's and flash his badge until they served him breakfast despite it being the evening. He’d change this for her if he could, just like he would with anything that had ever hurt her. She knows she doesn’t need any of that. 

“You,” she replies, sinking further into him, “This.” 

“I’m right here,” he promises, kissing the top of her head, “I’m here.” 

He always would be. 

-x-

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Game Start! The Seven Lords: Beast by Moonlight

Anonymous asked: Hey, so I know you only really write for ToT, Genshin, and Omswd, but do you think you could do one of those Character-like headcanons for a Bungou Stray Dogs character? I noticed your icon, and just wanted to ask if you'd be okay with it. If you are, could you do an Atushi-like Mc for the Demon bros? No pressure though!

These crossover cabinets have been really popular lately, so I've been getting a few more in to keep up with the demand. It took a moment to fully repair this cabinet though, as it was quite the feisty little thing. No worries though, I have made sure it won't shock ya.

(I rewatched Season one and two of BSD and BSD: Wan! to make this as accurate as I could lol, I hope you enjoy it Anon!)

A Weretiger Amongst Demons (Obey Me! Demon Brothers x Atsushi Nakajima-like! Gn! Reader)

Content Warnings: Bungou Stray Dogs is a series that contains characters based on real life authors, with each individual character having an ability based on a book by their namesake author. There is also a character in the series who is Sui///cidal and it is somewhat treated more light-hearted than how it is usually treated in media, and though it is explained later as to why I don't recommend anyone who is put off or upset by that type of content to watch it. Atsushi is not this character though, so there won't be any mention of it in this. This series also contains rather intense battle scenes, so there is mentions of blood and limb loss/limb regeneration in this. Should this premise interest you, I recommend watching at least the first two episodes if you don't want spoilers from those episodes. Also like with any fic that involves Belphie, spoilers for chapter 16-20. Has a little bit of angst sprinkled in because it is attached to my very being.

(There is a lotta stuff cut from Satan's part to prevent this from solely being about him. My inner simp is showing ;w;)

(Note: Atsushi has a very prominent black streak of hair, like a tiger stripe. Whenever I say "discolored streak of hair" or something similar, feel free to imagine what sort of tiger stripe would best suit your hair color.

Also, feel free to look at the bottom of this post if you wanna see what Atsushi's partial and full tiger forms look like lol.)

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

Being a member of the Armed Detective Agency was a job that hardly ever was uneventful. If you weren't busy investigating crimes that had to do with the Port Mafia or Ability Users, you were stuck at your desk doing paperwork as your rather... unique coworkers got up to their shenanigans. Despite how much of a handful they could be some days, you were still fond of them. They were sort of like a family to you in a way, something you'd never had before joining. You had been out in town with Kenji to pick up some groceries for the office today, which turned into a rather exhausting ordeal as you underestimated the pure weight of the amount of snacks Ranpo wanted. Fukuzawa, your boss, had sent you home early afterwards for some good rest. Thankfully, the dormitories owned by the agency weren't too far from the office so you didn't have to walk too far.

Since you had an returned home a little after lunch time, you decided to make up a quick bowl of Chazuke before having a refreshing nap. Yet, after setting the ingredients on the counter you began to feel light-headed. Instinctively you went to sit down in a nearby chair, but the feeling of falling overtook you as soon as you laid your hands on the base of it. You struggled to think as you began falling through what you assumed to be the floor, unable to focus hard enough to call upon your ability. Luckily, it seemed whoever had caused you to fall through the floor was kind enough to give you a soft landing. Your body hit the carpeted ground softer than expected, and while normally you would've tried to roll and stand up or at least brace for impact, you landed face first on the ground instead.

Dazed and confused, you slowly rose from the ground to meet a rather interesting group of individuals staring down at you. Most of them were silently judging you with their eyes, but the tall being dressed in red in front of you looked almost overjoyed to see you. "Greetings, Mc! Welcome to the Devildom!"

Lucifer:

While you were quite the peculiar human, Lucifer didn't care to much to get to know you unless necessary. Thankfully, you were at least polite and respectful, but he wished you'd stop being so reckless sometimes.

When he had first assigned Mammon to watch over you, he was confused when you had timidly assured him that you could take care of yourself. Luci still insisted, since you were a human now stuck in a realm full of demons with no real way to actually protect yourself should one of them decide to devour your body and soul. Or at least that's what he had thought.

Truthfully, you hadn't run into any sort of conflicts until the TSL quiz since, even though he didn't have the best reputation, lesser demons would rather not mess with you when you had Mammon beside you. But when Leviathan had begun to advance towards you and shift into his Demon form. The Avatar of Pride was going to stop him after a bit, but when one of you emitted a rather loud growl in stunned him for a moment.

Levi's growls usually sounded more like a hiss, and if not for his position in the crowd watching your little quiz game he might've thought it was one of his brothers. The growl stunned Leviathan as well, but not long enough for him to miss the chance to take a swipe at you. It failed to connect, however, since a massive furry claw grasped onto his forearm to stop him. You felt a gloved hand rest on your transformed arm suddenly, releasing your grip on the Third Eldest Brother and looking up to meet the bright red eyes of Lucifer.

As expected, he immediately questioned you about your ability. It took a while to fully explain to everyone that there were humans in the Human World, called Ability Users, that possessed powers of all different varieties. Explaining that yours revolved around you being a Were-tiger took a bit as well, but Luci let you off with a warning afterwards so he could have some time alone to think. He was rather embarrassed to have not known anything about your ability, since Diavolo had been in the room. Perhaps he should have looked into the "Armed Detective Agency" listed under the occupations part of your file, since a quick web search once he returned home explained almost everything you already had.

After the events of the TSL quiz, he begins keeping an extra close eye on you. While Diavolo may have been pleasantly surprised by your powers, not knowing the fullest extent of your strength made him apprehensive. You hardly ever shifted into the partial form you had displayed before, only choosing to shift into it when threatened. The only time he had seen you fully transform into an actual tiger had been when you had been protecting Beel and Luke from his fury. He'd never admit it, but seeing you become a literal tiger with the use of any spells or potions was somewhat impressive.

When Belphegor killed you after he was released from the Attic, Lucifer was impressed to see the fight you had put up against your murderer. The Avatar of Sloth had not escaped the confrontation unscathed, decorated with a good amount of claw and bite marks as he cackled over your body.

The first time that you lose a limb in a fight and regenerate it, the old man nearly has a heart attack. You were not allowed to get into fights on his watch anymore after that.

Lucifer is a bit rough with you when you get out of control, but not on purpose. Mostly he tries to pin you down until you're calm, and soothe you after. He'd prefer if you just told him when you're getting too much moonlight for your own good, so he can arrange plans with Diavolo to take you to a sunny location in the Human Realm. Plus, if you let him visit the Agency with you he'd likely get along just fine with Kunikida and your Boss. Maybe don't introduce him to or expose him to Dazai for too long though, not for Lucifer's sake but for your fellow agent.

Speaking of the Agency, there's a decent chance that your demon boyfriend would fit right in. Luci can probably make up a convincing enough fake ability if you want him to, just make sure that he's aware that Dazai's ability can cancel out others. Or just outright tell everyone that Luci's a demon, they probably wouldn't care too much.

Other than your abilities, Lucifer finds your history and personality rather intriguing to say the least. Your file had already mentioned the fact that you were an orphan, but after the two of you become close you confide in him the awful treatment you had received at the orphanage as a child. Luci does his best to subtly boost your self-esteem and worth, and insisted whenever a nightmare strikes you to come to him first. He could be in the middle of working, but he'd drop everything upon seeing you nervously stand in the doorway in your pajamas and tear stains on your face. He viewed you as a part of the family now or perhaps even more, so he would care for you as such. And while he does appreciate your kindness and protective nature, he wished you would be a little less reckless with your actions.

He is a little apprehensive about letting you return back to the Human World and go back to fighting other potentially stronger ability users, but he trusts you enough to take care of yourself at this point.

Mammon:

Definitely tried to trick Lucifer into letting you go out into the Devildom on your own, as you were very insistent on not troubling him. It didn't work, but he did try.

Mammon actually found you rather cute before and after the pact, not that he'll admit it anytime soon. Your polite but nervous personality made him want to protect you, and watching you get excited over things you've never tried before made him squeal on the inside. While at times he did try to motivate you with Grimm into his newest schemes, your moral compass seemed to be to strong to be tempted by his greed. Though, Mammon did manage to rope you into a good collection of small scale pranks on his brothers.

The first time you leap up to protect himself or one of his brothers, he doesn't know what to do. He wants to be upset and pull you out of the way and protect you, but he also wants to admire your tenacity.

Watching your arm shift into that of a tiger's was a shock for him, as if Lucifer hadn't gotten there first he would've tried to protect you from Leviathan's envious rage. At first, Mammon doesn't really buy the whole Ability User thing, since he's often in the Human World and had never caught wind of it. Over time he comes to terms with it, especially with how your ability effects you. Seeing as he spends the most time around you, should you ever begin to become out of control due to the constant state of night in the Devildom he is the first to soothe you. Mammon is aware that when your Tiger side gets out of control, you can get a little rough with him, but in the end you mean no harm. Though, he did nearly piss his pants the first time Mammon heard you growl in your sleep.

After Belphegor escaped the Attic and killed you, Mammon had run to cling onto your battered body. Despite your regenerative abilities, it seemed that the Avatar of Sloth had pushed you to the brink and attacked your weak points. You had been fully transformed when he found you, leaving him to cling to your upper body and cradle you in his arms.

Mammon actually happens to be the first of the Avatars to find out that you purr. The two of you had been having lunch together, but you weren't feeling your best due to staying up all night studying for your exams. The Avatar of Greed tried to coax you into taking a rest for the remainder of your lunch break, despite your teasing about his sudden softness, which lead him to gently stroking your hair. As his fingernails gently scraped across your scalp, you couldn't help but lean in with a gentle rumbling sounding from your throat. Perhaps if you hadn't been too tired to notice, you would have had a similar reaction to the violently blushing demon you were laying against.

Speaking of your hair, Mammon is oddly fascinated by the discolored streak in yours. Not matter how many times you tell him that it's natural and likely stems from your Ability, he always finds himself staring at it whenever he's focusing on your hair for any reason. The strange streak actually landed you a modelling gig alongside Mammon one time, due to it resembling a tiger stripe. You'll never forget the flushed look on the Avatar of Greed's face when you laid across his lap in the playful cat pose the photographer directed you into. It confused you a bit, since the outfit wasn't even revealing or anything. It was just a very cat themed outfit. You would've preferred tiger, but clothes are clothes.

Unless they're details relating to looking after you, Lucifer didn't tell Mammon all too much about your past. You'll need to be the one to tell him the majority of it, but he'll voluntarily become your new security pillow afterwards. Be careful with revealing certain details though, unless you want to hear whispers of how local Orphanage Director was killed somehow by a wild swarm of crows when you get back to the Human World. Actually, probably don't, that guy kinda had it coming. He's still sort of uneasy with PDA, but he'll put in the extra effort whenever he sees you doubting your self worth. Other than that, you may notice a few good luck or good dream charms hung up around your room later on. They carry a strong essence of magic, with a sort of sigil-like signature that changes with each piece. Oddly, Mammon seemed to have a few more debts than before after the charms appeared, but they do work quite well.

Oh boy, is he not happy with the idea of sending you back to the Human World. He's aware that you're a very capable human and all, but you really shouldn't have told him about the near death situations you've gotten in due to your line of work. Before you leave, he makes you promise not to get yourself killed out there and to pick up your D.D.D. when he calls.

In Mammon's case, you'd probably have a better time if you just go out and about in town together rather than hanging around the Agency. He wouldn't really be to happy about sitting around and waiting for you to fill out paperwork all day, and there isn't much else to do because he promised not to cause trouble at the office. Other than that he gets along with your co-workers decently well, aside from Kunikida, but probably don't plan on taking him out on any missions with you unless necessary. Sure, he's got your back, but getting said back might mean a lot more property damage aka more paperwork.

Leviathan:

You're a rather strange normie, but a normie nonetheless. Levi's doesn't really want much to do with you after you make a pact with Mammon so he can get his money back, but he might be pressed enough to admit he's at least interested in your long belt that weirdly trails behind you and waves like a cat's tail. But then the TSL Quiz happens and, was your arm just a tiger's?! That's..... so cool! F-for a normie!

Does become rather invested in your explanation on Ability Users. He can name about 70 different anime with a similar premise, but you're saying that all of that stuff is real and just a realm away? Hey Lucifer, do you think he can take a visit to the Human World to do some Navy business? No? Damn. He'll have to settle for studying the anime were-tiger of his dreams instead. *sigh*

I hope you enjoy playing the role of a storyteller, because he's going to want all of the details you can provide. If you're capable of it, the two of you could talk about all of the stuff you were getting up to as a member of the Armed Detective Agency prior. Leviathan won't force you to keep going if you're getting tired of talking though, and once you begin to lose steam he'll suggest that both of you watch an anime with a similar premise to your experiences. Perhaps with a fresh order of Rainbow Pizza on its way.

He sort of appreciates the way that you're also a bit nervous and timid. Not nearly as shy as him per say, someone's got to tell the cashier at Hell's Kitchen they got his order wrong, but you do share some traits with him. It makes him feel closer to you that you both struggle with similar things. But please, for the love of... Ruri-chan, please stop trying to protect him and his brothers from hits they can easily take. His heart cannot take it.

And when you tell him about your past with the Orphanage and how it's effected your self worth? It was a very same hat moment(the self worth part). Both of you sort of become each other's support, boosting the other's self esteem and comforting the other from their nightmares. These moments of comfort are most often spontaneous, spiking and declining with how the current status of the world around you is effecting your mental health.

Tried for a while to get you to transform and do cool stunts while he watches and or records/livestreams it, but after you tell him about the toll it takes on your body he relents and apologizes. Insists that he'll make it up to you in anyway possible, and helping you calm down when you get out of control is included in that promise as well. Levi actually has a rather effective strategy for lulling your tiger form into a calmer state, but one that he might find a little embarrassing to do in public. Essentially he wraps his long, scaly tail around you like a boa constrictor, soothing you with stuttered praises and shaky strokes through your fur until you've returned to human form or are at least settled down.

Despite being a shut-in, he'll go out with you to the Human World on days that you need to get some sunshine. There he discovers the joys of laying on a rock in the sun, but do make sure to keep an eye on him so he doesn't give himself sunburn or get caught in his demon form.

When him and the others found you dying in Mammon's arms, he failed to notice that he had shifted into demon form when he crouched down beside you. Though Leviathan was a few paces away still, his tail was just long enough to wrap around your torso once. A fact that he grew to hate as he could now feel your fading pulse. While you do come back to life and he forgives Belphie eventually, it becomes a common occurrence to wake up with his tail snugly wrapped around you whenever you sleep together. If you are uncomfortable with it he'll work on breaking the habit, but if not the habit becomes a source of security for him. You may want to invest in a fleece sleeve for it in the winter though unless you're a very warm body, as his scales can get rather chilly in the colder months.

While he's not happy about you going back to the Human World, Leviathan makes sure that you know he's your Number 1 stan supporter. He's very adamant on both of you keeping up on in-game AP transfers, mostly so he knows you're still there. He also loves playing Co-Op with you when you're off of work.

Very excited to see the sights of Japan, though he'll willingly hang around the office if you need him to. Usually he's just on one of the couches on one of his handhelds, but if you're tall enough and comfortable enough with each other, Leviathan is a great lap warmer and headrest for while you work. Just make sure he brings headphones if you don't want to hear Mononoke: BlazingCrimson while you do your paperwork.

Satan:

The thing that stands out to Satan the most is that you work as a Detective. The thought of having someone else with experience to solve crimes with is a very appealing idea, but you'll still need to get through some barriers before he's even willing to think about you being the Watson to his Sherlock.(It's probably the reverse honestly, seeing as you're the only Detective here with a job *cough**cough*.) That belt of yours though... it's certainly peculiar. Oh well, he has more important things to worry about, like planning Prank #29473 on Lucifer.

Satan had told you about asking Simeon about TSL's upcoming 9th novel on a whim, finding entertainment in getting involved in your conflicts. Plus, Leviathan would probably wipe the floor with you otherwise, and seeing Lucifer's blood boil whenever you came out on top of his brothers in conflicts was quite the pleasing sight. Though, it seemed your little trump card was actually a ticket to your demise as Leviathan's claw... oh. OH.

While he doesn't jump at the chance to form a pact with you or steal you away, as much as his heart wants to, he settles for observing you from the sidelines. A lot. It might be a good idea to ask Asmo to pick you out a hat that suits your outfits, otherwise he may burn hole into your head with how much he's staring. You could almost feel the sensation of his eyes burning your skin when you protected Beel and Luke as a full tiger. (He is looking... somewhat respectfully.)

Once the body swapping shenanigans have concluded and the pact is sealed, he's dragging you away into his room for a bit. Satan wants to learn anything and everything about your Ability that he already doesn't know from his observations. Besides obsessing over your feline features, he does want to know the other parts of your powers. Your strengths, weaknesses, speed, agility, anything of that sort. He very well may build an entire obstacle course for you in the garden if he's able. But, he does take a page out of your book whenever you say or he feels he's gone too far or is being overbearing. In the same way Satan is his own person and not Lucifer's Wrath, you are your own person and not just your Ability.

While we're talking about personality, Satan finds your polite yet shy demeanor rather endearing. He enjoys teasing you by calling you a cat especially, triggering the cute reaction of you shouting about being a tiger as your ears and tail emerge on reflex. But he does have a heart attack every time your self sacrificing side comes out, leading him to jump in front of you instead.

He does love it if you indulge his cat loving side every now and then. Smoosh a paw against his cheek, leave your ears and tail out while relaxing, or even purr and this demon is near putty in your hands. While you may dislike being called a cat and not a tiger, you'll admit it's cute to see him toy with the paw pads of your transformed arm. It's a pretty decent ego boost to see him fawn over you in this way. Perhaps this is what it felt like to be a feline in Egypt?

Your tiger form had a major downside when the brothers had found you after Belphegor was done, as Satan didn't really know what to do with himself. He knew healing spells, sure, but those were healing spells for demons. There was a chance that would work on a human, but you were too weak to change back to your human form. Would a healing spell for general animals work? He's used some on the neighborhood cats when they get hurt so would-... It takes Asmodeus ensnaring him in a tearful embrace for him to snap out of his mile a minute thoughts, but you were already too far gone by then. Satan doesn't know who to exactly to thank when you come back to life, but he plans to spend the rest of his doing so.

Often, you'd go to him for nightmares. The Avatar of Wrath learned of your past through your tearful explanations of the dreams, and was more than happy to help you get a good night's rest. His voice was soothing, and having him sit close to you as he read to you was the perfect recipe for a peaceful slumber. Yet, you were perplexed on what to do when you bumped into a teary eyed blonde in the halls. Satan had not intended for you to find him, he was just going to take a walk and let the painful dream fade from his mind. But with you standing there in front of him now it was brought front and center in his brain, causing frustration to boil inside of him as his eyes grew damp. Taking the quicker route, you lifted him up with your enhanced strength and took him back to your room, where he spent the rest of the night. You didn't mind the tearstains on your pajamas, even if he apologized for them in the morning.

As another person that struggles with fits of aggression, Satan is a decent support when it comes to dealing with the negative effects of moonlight. Though you don't really have the capabilities to seriously harm him, you do tend to scratch him up quite a bit. Most days that you seek this form of comfort from him lead to the Avatar of Wrath being covered in scratches that looked like he just came out of the unruly cat section of an animal shelter. Personally, similar with his anger, he'd much rather help you prevent these fits before they happen, even if he can heal decently quickly.

It's easy to see that he longs for you to stay in the Devildom, but he knows you must return home. While he does love hearing your voice over the phone, the two of you often exchange letters full of life updates, loving and tender words, and whatever else you could think of. It's his inner hopeless romantic talking there.

Once you get him into the Armed Detective Agency, you're going to need to call for some backup if you intend to stop him from applying for a job. If not, better start subtly prepping him for the entrance exam so you can say hello to your new Junior Detective(He hates this title)! At least he gets along fine with the other though, but he's biased positively towards Ranpo.

Asmodeus:

Asmo's reaction isn't too different to that of the normal canon at first. He doesn't really think much of you, as he has far too many more important things on his mind than to care too deeply about the human they were hosting in HOL. That seemed to already be Mammon's job anyway. Your timidity and politeness made you rather fun to tease at least. Nothing harmful or extreme, just playful and flirty gestures to rile you up a bit. The Avatar of Lust nearly had a giggle fit when he thought that you hissed at him, but he chalked it up to being a noise made by your Guardian Demon.

But witnessing that initial use of your ability was certainly something that interested him long enough to focus on something other than himself and his niche interests. (He is looking... disrespectfully.) Before the Devildom's moon has reached its next phase, he already has 40 new pet names to teasingly call you.

He makes sure not to show too much interest in you though, as that wouldn't be really any fun for him. He's the Avatar of Lust after all, you're gonna need quite a bit of pizazz to impress him. At least you still have that sweet, sweet angel blood flowing through your veins, making you quite the magic user in combination with Solomon's lent spell. Congrats! You've impressed Asmo and received a pact with him!

While he does have some interest in your Ability, Asmo finds himself falling for and seeking out the you behind the roaring tiger. The most he asks for you to use your Ability is to carry heavy things for him or to try pairing an outfit with your partially transformed form, but he won't complain if you show him more impressive things about your form. Especially those feline eyes and strange streak of hair. A secret that both of you share about the specific strip of hair is that it cannot be dyed, and dying the hair around it makes the stripe change to a color that best suits the dye as a stripe. So don't think you'll get away with black hair, because it's just going to turn white.

On the topic of style, Asmodeus is your go-to demon for new clothes when you enviably rip yours due to your Ability. Asmo is more than willing to take you out on the town and give you suggestions on outfits that best suit your features and needs. Even if you just want baggy, loose-fitting clothing, somehow he's able to find something that flaunts your outer beauty in just the right way. Though, he is aware of how attached you happen to be to the set of clothing you originally arrived in the Devildom with because of its previous owners, so he'll sit down and either sew it for you or teach you how to sew them. Asmo makes sure to always add that belt of yours or something similar to your outfits though, as he finds it far too cute not to.

Upon finding your dying form at the base of the stairs, Asmodeus goes into a temporary state of shock. Once he's out of it he rushes to your side, opposite to Mammon. While his elder brother is cradling you from behind like a porcelain doll, Asmo can much clearly see the injuries on your underbelly from this angle. He can't find it in himself to care about his looks as he wipes the tears trailing down his face off, throwing off his jacket and pressing it into the worst of the worst of your injuries to stop the blood flow. Though you do come back to life as the previous version of yourself disintegrates, the blood still stains his jacket. One would think that he would have thrown it out immediately after, but it actually sits in a sealed box buried deep in his closet. Asmo is unsure as to why, but he can't seem to bear the idea of tossing or destroying the item in anyway, nor can he bring himself to look at it for longer than a few seconds at a time.

Looking for someone to vent to about nearly anything? The demon you're looking for is waiting for you with open arms and a fresh bottle of your favorite beverage. Often, Asmo encourages you to engage in acts of self-care as you two discuss things in your daily life that frustrate you, but he knows when to put the beauty products away and give you some good old fashioned comfort. Talking about your rather rough past is one of those situations, where the demon allows you to speak for as long as you want whilst tracing calming shapes into your back and holding you close with a gentle melodious hum. When you stop speaking, he gently whispers words of affirmation and comfort while tracing much more complex shapes and letters. As you slowly fall into the realm of sleep, he changes into his demon form and surrounds you the best he can with his smaller wings. Even though he hates his sleep being interrupted, he'd willingly not sleep for a week if you needed him to be there with you.

Though Asmodeus is not weak by any means, he struggles at times with helping you calm down from your full tiger fits. He prefers not to be rough with you at all, settling for luring you into a position that he can pin you underneath a fleece blanket and soothe you with his words until your transition back into your human form. After the first time this happens, Asmo begins setting up appointments with Diavolo to let you get a weekly visit to the Human World for some sunlight and you notice a few extra large cat claw caps in his Akuzon cart.

As much as he doesn't want to see you go, he knows that your smiling face will be popping up in his Devilgram feed as soon as you return home. You promised not to tell Belphie or the others, but sometimes at night you and Asmo will talk. His brothers assume the giggles and chatter coming from his room to be the radio or something else, as they know how much Asmo values beauty sleep.

Luckily, he gets along just fine with the other members of the Agency, but how much he gets along with Yosano is both admirable and concerning. Aside from a little bit of hotheadedness from Kunikida at his teases, there is no real conflicts between them. You're actually more likely to find conflict out on the streets of Japan, and directed towards you rather than Asmodeus. It's hard to say you didn't expect it, walking with your arm linked with the most literal Avatar of Romantic Temptation is bound to draw in some jealous. Hopefully none of them are any Port Mafia members who are feeling particularly lucky that day, 'cause they'll either be met with your heel or Asmo's fist.

Beelzebub:

This human is very lamb-like in nature, are you sure they are not food Lucifer? They aren't? Okay. That's about where Beel's main interest in you falters. While he expresses some concern to your well-being prior to the TSL Quiz, it's not to the extent that he would go to for his brothers. Solely, he wants to help keep you alive so that the exchange program Diavolo and his family worked hard for goes smoothly, even if he does miss his twin while Belphie is in the Human World with Diaval.

Beel is unsure how to fully feel about your ability though. It's impressive, sure, but the idea with you having enough power to at least block a hit from the third eldest of his family makes him somewhat uncomfortable. Add on the fact that you have the capability to regenerate, and you have a somewhat concerned Beelzebub. He doesn't exactly think that you have the abilities to go toe to toe with any of his siblings, but there is a good chance that you could at least give them a decent injury. While you don't use your ability often, he still tenses up whenever you do.

Then, you put your life on the line to protect himself and the young angel from Lucifer's rage. Admiration blooms in his chest as you throw yourself in front of the two of them with a vicious snarl, declaring that no harm will come to either of them. Even in your full Tiger form the Eldest easily bats you to the side, but thankfully Diavolo arrives and stops the conflict. Beelzebub easily lifts your unconscious body from the ground as you slowly shift back into your human form, cradling you with as much care as he typically showed to his brothers. A smile crosses his face when your hand wraps around his wrist after laying you down on the bed, and he settles in to sit beside you until you wake up.

After forming a pact with him, you find yourself often working out with him at the Gym. Your Ability gives you enhanced speed and strength, so you figured why not practice with it? The amount of battles you got into back home made the heavy set of weights look and feel like nothing. You even managed to pick up your demon friend himself, hearing a hearty chuckle from him as you held him in your arms Bridal Style.

Beelzebub especially likes running with you, since you can keep up with his pace and at times rival Mammon in speed. Once your Ability has worn you out and you feel like collapsing, he easily scoops you up into his arms and carries you home. With a quick stop at Hell's Kitchen of course.

On the topic of food, you can certainly eat a whole lot. Beel is almost impressed with how much you can eat in one sitting, even if he eats double the same amount.

When Belphegor is released from the Attic and kills you, Beel honestly doesn't know what to do. He's happy at first when he sees Belphie, but then he sees the blood, the scratches, the wicked grin across his face, and finally your dying body on the ground. Should he be happy to see his twin, even though its fairly clear that he just killed the human he was beginning to feel strangely sweet and fond feelings for? As much as he loves Belphie, the automatic response his brain gives is no. Inner turmoil boils inside of him so much that it reaches the Avatar of Sloth's sense, causing a silent standoff to begin between the two. Were this be the doings of other demon, Beel likely would've ripped them to shreds by now. If you hadn't suddenly come back to life, who knows what Beelzebub would've done.

After that whole conflict, the Avatar of Gluttony really needs to fill the desire brewing inside. Not for food though, rather he longs to be by your side as much as possible. Move over Mammon, it's Beel's turn to cuddle with the human for the night. Not that you're complaining though, he's warm and his strong presence helps ward off any nightmares.

Speaking of nightmares, Beelzebub is an incredibly soothing presence to calm down from them with. He has his fair share of them, and he's fully open to listening to you speak about anything you need to get off your chest. Not too long after forming the Pact with him you confided in him about your past, and hearing about the Orphanage slightly dampens the corners of his eyes. Often Beel holds you close, reassuring you that you'll always be a part of his family and reaffirming your worth.

You don't really have to worry about the Avatar of Gluttony when it comes to helping you calm down from a fit of aggression caused by moonlight overexposure. This demon can easily cross-face cradle you and pin you down when you get too scratchy, but he doesn't feel the best about doing it. He'd much rather go out with you to get some sunshine, since Lucifer trusts him to not cause to much of a ruckus in the Human World if you're there making sure he doesn't eat too much.

When it's time for you to head back to the Human World, he's sad but he knows that you'll see each other again. Beel eagerly awaits your call when it's his turn to talk to you, wanting to know everything you've been up to since you've been gone no matter how small the details are.

Your co-workers get along quite well with him, but you find that he shares an unspoken bond of respect with Kenji. Both of them share a high level of inhuman strength as well as a near perpetually empty stomach, the only difference being that Kenji can be full but he will fall asleep soon after. The only one of your co-workers that he may not get along with is Ranpo. Should you fail to fully supply him with snacks, Beel may follow his senses and find one of, if not all of, Ranpo's snack stashes. Just make sure to keep your gluttonous boyfriend well fed and everything will be fine as you do your paperwork or go around town. If need be, you can sit on his lap as you work to keep him from running off.

Belphegor:

Belphie is very much under the impression that you are a normal human when he first meets you and long after. Being human doesn't earn you any good marks though, seeing as he despises the species. He's pleasantly surprised by your personality, but he takes full advantage of your naivety to rope you into getting him out of the attic. You're understandably upset when you find out that he lied to you about being a fellow human, but you dig your heels in and decide to continue to help him for Beelzebub's sake. He'd find it admirable if you weren't a human.

Often he hears the sounds of loud growls, hisses, and snarls that don't sound like any of his brothers echo up to the Attic. Unaware of the situation downstairs, he just assumed that one of his brothers had begun bringing a rather aggressive demon friend around the house. The only time the strange noises legitimately frightened him was one night where a roar filled the area he was fairly certain was the library, followed by a booming slam against the ceiling that shook the house. Once he's out of this prison, he's going to need to talk to one of his brothers about their violent company.

Unless you're feeling generous and tell him about your Ability prior to his release from the Attic, he's going to find out not too long after he begins trying to choke you. While you do switch with your past self, the version of yourself at the mercy of Belphie puts up a rather good fight. You land a good amount of scratches on him, mostly on his arms and torso. At some point during the scuffle he actually manages to tear your forearm off, which disintegrates in his hands and regenerates back in its proper place. In his surprised state, you get a decent-sized bite into his shoulder before he throws you down the stairs. Somewhere along the line Belphegor lands a killing blow, leaving your past self dying on the ground as he pants above them with a maniacal grin across his face. The look doesn't leave his face even as his brothers crowd around your dying body, not until you make yourself known from your hiding space.

After the conflict between both of you is resolved, you have to explain that the were-tiger part of your scuffle was in fact real and not some weird dream. Likely, you have to explain the whole Ability User thing in segmented conversations, just so he doesn't get bored of the explanation and fall asleep halfway through. Belphegor doesn't really mind that you can transform partially or fully into a tiger, since your fur is rather soft. Just don't have him be your sole soother when you get out of control. He's too worried about potentially injuring you or killing you again, and he'd much rather have Beelzebub with both of you during those times.

The first night that Belphie sleeps alone with you, he insists that you be a full tiger or at least mostly tiger. Though he claims that it's because you're softer that way, it's really because he doesn't fully trust himself at that point. He doesn't want to worry about potentially hurting you in his sleep, but this only brings a new thing to worry about. He now has to worry about a heavy tiger rolling over onto him and nearly suffocating him in their fur.

Whether you're sleeping together or not, Belphegor does his best to shoo off any sort of nightmares. He's seen a few of them and you've told him a bit about your traumatic past, so he does his best to replace the particularly nasty dreams with far sweeter ones. Guilt brews in his stomach whenever he recognizes a nightmare that's caused by what he did to you, but unless you find him in a really vulnerable moment or get a truth bangle on him he's never going to tell you about it.

Your strength is something that he definitely enjoys. If Lucifer lets you use your ability around RAD, you can almost guarantee that Belphie will try to get you to carry him to all of his classes. This will need to be something reserved for either just the Avatar of Sloth or one demon at a time, because once his other brothers, besides Beel and Luci, find out about the joys of being carried around by a tiger/half-tiger you're going to be in a lot of back pain. On occasion Beelzebub will try to pick you up while two or more of his brothers are hanging off of you, but that just leads to the rest besides Lucifer piling on. Pray to your deity of choice that Diavolo doesn't happen to witness this display of a moving dogpile, otherwise you may end up with the future demon king on top of all of you with an amused Barbatos and very disappointed Lucifer watching this strange monstrosity.

Since he was locked in the attic at the time you were demonstrating your protective nature at it's finest, he hears about your little stunts second-hand from his brothers. He won't deny its somewhat impression, but he only comes to realize exactly what it likely felt like in those situations when you shove him out of the way of a speeding car one day while you're out grocery shopping. Though you only received a bit of scuffing on your hands from the incident, Belphie treats it as if you nearly died and quickly pulls you away from the crowd. You receive a rather ramblely lecture from the demon, but he can't stay mad at you and the two of you just return home with your groceries. While you're sleeping that night, he slips into your room to press a chaste kiss to your forehead and whisper a quick "thank you" before slipping away.

When it's time for you to head back to the Human World, he's not too happy about how his brothers got to spend way more time with you than he did. Thankfully he manages to find a way to call you more frequently than his scheduled times, so you two talk almost three to four times a week. You try to tell him when you'll be busy with missions ahead of time, in order to prevent your phone from ringing in the middle of an investigation to do with the Port Mafia or other similar organizations. You'd prefer not to return back to the office with about thirty or so bullet holes that Yosano with have to treat with her Ability. It is very much not a fun situation at all.

Finally, Belphie get to accompany you into the Human World for something other than getting some sunshine! First order of buisness? Finding a good spot to nap. Other than that, he enjoys going out into town and looking for things to pick up for his brothers and a few objects he can use to enhance his pranks on Lucifer. He also finds himself enjoying people-watching, mostly just sitting on a bench with you and watching what humans have been up to over the years that he hasn't been keeping up with.

While you're doing paperwork, he does not want to sleep anywhere but your lap. Even if he has to kneel beneath your desk or straddle you, he will be sleeping on top of you while you work. You don't really need to worry about him getting along with your co-workers besides potentially Dazai, but as long as they don't annoy him too much they'll get along fine. Should you chose to take him on any of your missions, he'll either be not awake at all or very awake. He's half asleep when you're doing most of your basic detective work, but fully awake when you're in the middle of a combat heavy mission. Belphie takes it upon himself to take as many hits meant for you as possible, and you might need to hold him back from going overboard on your attackers.

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(Here are those forms I was talking about lol.)

(I struggled to find ones where he's not beaten to hell lmao)

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

How about another girl joining the fatrooms? Like Bulma or Towa?

"Alright Bulma.. You've got this! If this invention works you'll revolutionize energy production for everyone on earth! 1...2...3!" Bulma yelled closing her eyes as she flipped the on switch of her latest invention. It was a miraculous new creation designed from remnants of various evil scientist's works. Given the sheer number of them the z fighters had faces she decided to combine their surprisingly advanced technology in order to create a device that theoretically could produce infinite energy!

A blinding flash of light enveloped the laboratory and Bulma felt her skin tingle as she was bathed in cosmic rays. This wasn't part of the plan! She panicked yanking the switch down causing it to break off. The entire world shook for just a moment as space bent and reality cracked... and just like that she was gone leaving nothing but a scorch mark on the floor.

"Son of a... Now we're gonna have to waste a wish bringing me back to li- Wait isn't other world... where the hfil am I?" She asked rubbing her eyes which were still a bit dazed after the flash. "Well infinite energy is off the table but teleportation isn't anything to sneeze at! Now how the heck do I get out of here?" Bulma asked herself her own voice echoing as she got a good look at her surroundings. She was in some sort of abandoned mall, or atleast that's what she thought it was. The place was huge and rather run down but the power was still on even if the lights above her head flickered every few seconds. "Guess I better make my way to an exit.

She sighed hoping she didn't go too far from west city, she didn't have a phone on her but she'd be able to contact Vegeta once she got somewhere with one. "Man just how big is this place?" She groaned as she walked passed empty stores devoid of any kind of life. Clothes, creepy children's toys and electronics were scattered on the floor making the entire scene seem unnerving. "Its all in my head... just nerves from the shock that's all, it's just a creepy abandoned mall nothing more." Bulma said picking up the pace passing infront of clothing store full of faceless mannequins.

The clocks were no help trying to pin point the time. The ones not broken or smashed on the floor were left spinning wildly round and around. She had no sense of time either since the place seemed to have no windows just more and more stores and escalators going up to higher floors surely shed be at the exit soon enough. The place wasn't endless...

"Ugh I feel like I've been walking for HOURS! My stomachs starting to kill me..." Bulma groaned her gut growling with hunger. Thankfully salvation was close at hand. There was a food court and not just any food court one that had mysterious tables all stocked with freshly made burgers still warm and steaming as they sat on napkins and plastic plates. "What the? Who the heck leaves food out in an abandoned mall? And it looks like these were just made..." Bulma said a bit confused as she carefully picked up a burger and examined it. It looked normal enough and smelt real and not rotten. Her hunger only seemed to intensify as the greasy smell of the sandwiches filled her nostrils. "Kami forgive me for being so stupid but I feel like I'll eat my own leg if I don't grab a bite soon." She groaned shoveling the burger into her mouth smearing her face with ketchup and grease as she tore into it like a hungry animal. The petite scientist wasn't a heavy eater but she managed to clean the plate in no time flat finishing with a loud "BWOOOOOOOOORP!" That rattled some bear by glass. "Man that was delicious! Just what I needed now back to looking for a way out of this creepy place." Bulma said before turning her attention to a large jumbo sized soda and basket of chili fries. ".... okay maybe a snack to go." She said blushing as she swiped the basket and drink before going back on her path. Each step she took was met with a gulp of her drink or a handful of messy fries being shoveled into her mouth. She didn't bother to grab napkins so she simply wiped and cleaned her mouth with her arm for now slowly adding more and more stains to her futuristic looking jumpsuit. The routine of eating and walking helped get her mind off the creepy atmosphere of the seemingly colossal sized mega mall with Bulma oblivious to her own softening features. Food was all she had and she didn't even question why her fries never seemed to end or how each sip of her drink always gave her a sweet sugar mouthful of soda despite being chugged at for over an hour straight.

"Oh another food court!" She said perking up as spotted a rundown looking stand in the shape of a burger. Waddling over Bulma ignored the groaning of the stool beneath her rear of the sound of threads tearing as she began to out grow her jumpsuit. She grabbed armfuls of hotdogs, pizza, burgers and more piling them up on a singular table and helping herself. "It's been a few hours I think... Someone will... BLRRROOOOORT! Huff... come for me soon. Just gotta hunker down and wait for help. Beats walking all day." She groaned cheeks wobbling as she suckled down a mustard covered hotdog and let lose a few rancid bursts of gas. Her plan had changed from finding a way out to waiting for rescue. She didn't need to worry about escape! She had everything she needed right infront of her.

Fat sausage fingers shoveled food towards a pair of ketchup stained lips while a exposed pair of breasts caught falling food and leftovers like a massive pig trough. A table stacked high with food sat in the center of the food court with Bulma at its base stuffing and gorging herself more and more. Legs became tree trunk sized and her ass had long sense swallowed the stool she once sat on. Manners and shame forgotten as she shoved her head face first into a plate of nachos lapping up cheese and crunchy chips with her tongue.

Her once beautiful complexion ruined by grease and food clogging her pores. Her hair greasy and long rolling down her back after ages of being uncut or washed. Even her nose changed flattening and becoming a snout from the countless hours of being pressed against plates and dishes. She was like a gargantuan hog only capable of seeing the mountain of food infront of her and not caring about anything else. She ate and ate till she couldn't even move her bingo wing covered arms any more. She was a glutton a bottomless garbage disposal for junk food and slop.

The food never stopping and her stomach never filling, the once brilliant scientist reduced to a eating machine driven only by the never ending need to stuff herself... help wouldn't come but even if it did... would she care?

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

So I've been thinking about something!!

Hol Horse and Tippy actually knew each other before Tippy started working at Dio's mansion. If you're one of my mutuals that have seen me selfship with Hol Horse pre transition, here's what happened in the Sapphire Heartverse:

Hol Horse, The Pillarmen, Ghiaccio, and Giorno were all of the random few in the world selected to have their personal lives scrambled. No particular reason aside from the evil universe destroying stand user testing out their abilities.

Hol Horse was young again, shrugged it off, but realized that a lot of the stuff he learned to do with his stand is slipping his mind. Now he has to relearn a lot of techniques all over again.

The Pillarmen aside from Wamuu, are all dazed and confused. Kars is kind of delusional and thinks he's a famous model/actor. Esidisi tries to be supportive of his family, he can hardly remember what they are supposed to do in the first place. Wamuu remembers almost everything, but decides to keep quiet. Santana is... Well... Uh... He's trying his best 😭

Ghiaccio and most of La Squadra came back to life, said "fuck it" and they sell food and clothes as a day job while running crimes at night.

Giorno is slightly upset because he lost his requiem powers. But he's still going strong.

ANYWAY

Hol Horse made a few online friends, Tippy being one of them. He knew Tippy pre transition... He would call Tippy, "Li'l filly" all the time. When Tippy made the big announcement that he's transgender and will now go with he/him pronouns and other masculine terms, Hol Horse was accepting the best as he could. Every now and then Hol Horse would slip up, so he started calling him "Li'l fella."

I might put that in the story where Hol and Tip are surprised to see each other in real life again. Hol Horse goes,"You're looking wonderful as ever, li'l fill- er li'l fella!"

Most people, Dio included, already know Tippy is trans. Vanilla is kind of oblivious though. One day they're all in Dio's pool or something, Vanilla gets worried and sees scars on Tippy's chest. Ice doesn't want to draw attention to it and he doesn't want anyone to say anything. He's giving dirty looks to the others who he thinks might say anything, which confuses everyone. They think he's just in another one of his moods.

That night, Vanilla really wants to ask what those scars are from because they look too identical. He's a little worried that Tippy might get upset, so they both chat a little in Vanilla's bedroom like usual. Ice finally asks, with a little hesitation. Tippy smiles and answers. Vanilla has a few other questions, some that make him blush a little. Tippy answers all of his questions politely. Ice feels relieved that those are scars that Tippy actually wanted rather than him getting hurt.

Vanilla still very much sees Tippy as a man, albeit a small one, but a man nonetheless. He is not bothered by it at all, more relieved and happy for Tippy to become who he's meant to be. This doesn't change anything other than Vanilla being more informed about something he was curious about.

So pretty much, Hol Horse slips and may accidentally call Tippy "Li'l filly" but saves himself with "Li'l fella"

Vanilla is very protective of Tippy and also very accepting and happy for him.

[translytherins]

My what now?

Pairing: Sugawara Koshi x Quite! Slightly oblivious! Second year!Male Reader

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[M/n]'s P.O.V

"Excuse me [M/n]-kun!"

I looked behind me and saw one of my female classmate running up to me with an envelope.

"You're a part of the Voleyball Club right?" she asked

"Yes...?" i said almost like a whisper but it was loud enough for her to hear.

She shyly gave me the envelope she was holding. I took it and started to inspect it. The envelope was covered with hearts and the envelope itself was hot pink making me confused on why it was that specific colour but i dismissed it because most girls like this kind of colour.

"What am i supposed to do with this?" i asked in a quiet tone, looking at her with a confused look on my face.

"Can you give it to Suga-Senpai for me please? I'm too shy to do it myself" she said in a flustered tone.

I looked at her for a few seconds, unknowingly making her nervous that i would decline. Just as she was about to apologise and take the envelope back from me, i nodded my head in agreement.

"Sure..."

"Thank you so much [M/n]-kun!" she said excitedly before running towards her group of friends that were waiting for her.

They started talking excitedly to her making her face turn bright red while waving her arms around making me confused before, once again, shrugging it off and headed towards the gym where voleyball practice was held while inspecting the envelope once again. I was too busy inspecting the envelope that i didn't realise that i was already made it to the gym until i heard Shoyo called, more like yelled, my name.

"Hey [M/n]-senpai!!!" Shoyo shouted before tackling me into a hug making me fall onto the ground due to the unexpected hug and force that he put into the hug.

"Hinata boke! Get off of [M/n]-senpai!" Tobio yelled while yanking Shoyo off of me, making him whine in annoyance.

I mumbled a quiet thanks to Tobio before getting off of the ground and picking up the envelope that fell out of my hand when Shoyo knocked me down. I checked the envelope to make sure that it wasn't crumpled up before i heard someone speak up.

"What'cha got there [M/n]-kun?" Nishinoya said while inspecting the envelope in my hand.

"Is that what i think it is!" Tanaka said loudly while also inspecting the envelope.

"It is!!"

Nishinoya and Tanaka started crying for some reason while mumbling about how their precious child has grown up making me confused but i just ignored their outbursts because i was used to them suddenly acting out like that. I started to make my way towards Sugawara who was talking with Kiyoko near the benches. I tapped his shoulder making him look down at me (A/n : because you're slightly shorter than Nishinoya. Sorry not sorry😂)

Without saying anything i gave him the heart covered envelope before making my towards the locker room to change into my voleyball attire seemingly as i still haven't changed from my school attire, not knowing the drama that i got myself into.

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When i reentered the gym, everyone was looking at me and they were unusually quite.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" i said quitely.

Everyone didn't give me an awnser. Instead Sugawara came towards me with the envelope i gave him already opened and hugged me tightly. I was confused but i slowly hugged him back.

"I accept" Sugawara said after a moment of silence making me more confused about what's going on.

"Accept what?"

"You're love confession silly"

"My what now?" i asked in a quiet and confused tone, having no clue what the hell was going on.

He let go of the hug and looked at me.

"The confession you gave me through you're love letter"

"Oh... So that's what that was. Sorry to disappoint you Suga-Senpai but that wasn't mine. A classmate of mine asked me to give it to you"

"Explains why in the letter it sounded like you had no clue what he's like" Yamaguchi said making everyone nod in agreement.

Sugawara looked disappointed and sad and i didn't like it so i hugged him.

"But if it makes you feel better i like you too Suga-Senpai" i said in a timid tone.

I could practically feel the happiness and shock radiating off of Sugawara.

"You mean it?"

I nodded my head that was now pressed against his shoulder and felt him wrap his arms around my waist before picking me up and twirling me around, making me squeak slightly from the sudden movement before laughing happily. The team was looking at us with a smile on their faces with the exception of Tsukishima. After a while, he finally put me back on the ground.

"Does this mean you're my boyfriend?" Sugawara asked with a bright smile on his face.

"If you want me to be"

As i said that, Sugawara kissed me making me jump slightly but i slowly kissed back while ignoring the cheers and wolf whistles coming from the team. After a few seconds, he pulled back.

"I would love it if you became my boyfriend"

"Then I'm you're boyfriend now... Love you Suga-senpai..."

"Love you too honey~" he said in a mischievous tone making me flustered and pulled back from the hug and hid my face in between the palm of my hands making him laugh.

"Don't say it like that!" i whined quitely to him making him laugh even more.

"Aww~ I'm sorry~ Did i embarrass you?"

I didn't say anything, instead i just nodded my head and buried my face into his chest making him coo at my behaviour before the moment was ruined by coach.

"Why are you slacking off!! Get back to practice!!"

"Hai Coach!"

Sugawara sighed disappointedly before kissing my cheek and letting go of me.

"Wait for me after practice, yeah? We'll walk home together"

I nodded my head making him smile and pecked my lips before he went off to practice. I stood there in a daze before i was snapped out of my thoughts by Shoyo yelling, asking me to help him practice his receives. I nodded my head and started practicing with Shoyo and Tobio. There was a noticeable skip in my step because i have Sugawara as my amazing boyfriend and i couldn't be happier.

~Bonus~

The next day, i told the girl that asked me to give the love letter to Sugawara, what happened and to put it lightly she didn't take it too well. She ended up slapping me in the face but Sugawara was nearby when that happened and he slapped that girl and dragged me towards the nurse's office and pampered me like a baby.

~The End~

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A/n:I was inspired to do this because i saw a video that was related to a love letter and i was like "This is a great idea!" and I've been meaning to make a Sugawara fanfic so it's a win-win situation for me. Hope you enjoyed it!! ♥️♥️♥️

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Love Between The Pages | Chapter 3

Blaise Zabini x Reader

Chapter Summary: You and Blaise enjoy an afternoon in the warmth of spring with your book club, the two of you becoming closer and your mind terribly aware that it might all end with the end of his detention.

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff, very soft chapter, a tiny bit of romance.

Word count: Approx 2000

A/N: Hi loves, here's the third chapter!! I had initially intended to include a mildly angsty scene in this chapter, but I just couldn't fit it in and maintain the soft vibes I've been going for with this series. I hope you enjoy none the less! The next part will be the last full part and then it'll be followed up by a little epilogue!

The warm afternoon sun and a light, cool breeze made the grounds the perfect spot to enjoy the hour. It was warm, but not too hot and neither was it cold. “If we go a bit further down, we can hear the lake.” Neville said over his shoulder to the rest of the group as Theo walked along beside him, everyone happily following Neville closer to the lake shore.

“It’s pretty out here, isn’t it?” Cho asked, looking over at Draco who just sort of shrugged at her. “It’s alright I suppose.” He replied. “Oh shut up, we all know you like it, you can admit it.” Ginny teased, the girls giggling at the way Draco playfully rolled his eyes at them, too amused to really be mad.

“It really is nice out here.” You said, glancing up at Blaise as you walked next to each other, a little behind the others. “I can’t believe you never thought of it.” He chuckled. And Blaise had been right, it would be lovely to read out in the afternoon sun on a warm spring day, with a gentle breeze and the lapping of the lake against the shore. The birds flitting about added to the ambience, along with the distant cheer and laughter coming from the quidditch practice that was taking place in the distance, the odd giggle and shriek of laughter bringing the grounds to life as a group of first years bounded down to see Hagrid.

Following the others down, you felt the soft brush of Blaise’s hand against yours, the back of his fingers trailing over yours. It made butterflies blossom in your chest, your heart flipping as you glanced down at his gentle touch. Looking up at him, flustered and shy, you could barely look him in the eyes and you hoped, at least for a moment that he didn’t notice what he did to you, that he didn’t realise what kind of feelings you felt when his hand touched yours like that.

Was this more than just a little crush, you wondered. Was it more than just attraction when you thought of someone nearly all the time? Their voice on your mind, their mannerisms and things they would say playing in your mind over and over. Perhaps it was more.

“Here’s a good spot.” Neville sighed contentedly as he pulled his bag off his shoulders and placed it down on the grass below a tree before lowering himself onto the grass, his actions pulling you out of your little daze and your hand parted from Blaise’s.

Theo sat next to Neville, the pair having slowly become more friendly with each other over their interest in Herbology and books. And who would have known that Theodore Nott had an interest in Herbology, had it not been for Neville who saw it in him? Theo seemed to admire Neville’s attentiveness to character, seemed to admire his kind, nurturing nature. Perhaps that was what drew him towards the Gryffindor, and gave him the patience to give the friendship a chance.

Settling down next to Blaise beneath a tree, you pulled your copy of The Hobbit into your lap as he got himself comfortable, leaning back against the old oak tree. “The Hobbit, have you read it before?” Blaise asked as he looked over your shoulder, your eyes going wide with excitement. “Once, yes.” You nodded. “Have you read Little Women too?” He asked as he lifted the copy of Little Women he had borrowed from the library. “I’ve read that too.” You smiled shyly, looking down at your book. “I think it’s nice, it’s sweet actually.” Blaise replied. “What do you mean?” It came out quieter than expected, but not so quiet he hadn’t heard you. “That you read so much, that you know the muggle fiction in the library so well.” He chuckled softly.

Blaise often forgot that your upbringing had not been like his. While he was brought up with the reality of his abilities and those around him, you were unbeknown to the world of witchcraft and wizardry. For you, it was only being alive in the books you read, it was nothing but a fantasy to you. Sometimes he wished he had lived like you, in innocence growing up with nothing more thrilling than a muggle book to delve into, with fantasies he could not fathom. He wondered what it was like when you found out you were a witch and to have the fantasies of magic suddenly become a reality for you too.

Looking over at you, Blaise found himself unable to look away. It was the way you lazily propped yourself up against the tree beside him, one hand on the page of your book while the other gently slid between the soft blades of grass, your fingers idly trailing gently over daisy heads that bloomed beneath the tree. It was the late afternoon light that cast a golden glow over you, highlighting your beauty in every way.

Perhaps it was the way his heart fluttered or the light airy feeling he got when you smiled at him. Or perhaps it was the way you shone so brightly for someone who was so shy and quiet. Whatever it was, a thought crossed his mind in that moment, one he knew only as fact. She has stolen my heart.

It was then that you looked up from your book, having felt his gaze on you. He met your eyes with a flash of embarrassment before he gave you his lopsided charming smile that never seemed to fail in melting you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked softly.

"Like what?" Blaise countered.

"Like you're-." In love. You stopped yourself, the words unable to roll off your tongue. What if it wasn't love? What if it was just curiosity?

"Like I'm what?" Blaise prompted, his fingers reaching across the grass and gently brushing against yours, rising the warmth through you again. It was confusing, yet exhilarating and so sweet all at the same time.

The words played on your lips, tangible yet out of reach. They clung to you. What if it wasn't love?

"Nothing, I just meant..." You trailed off.

But as you questioned it, you wondered more now; what if it was love?

Between the longing gazes, the need to be near each other, the soft barely there touches and the way you both naturally seemed to look for each other in a room. Maybe it was love.

But as the comfortable silence took over and Blaise gazed at you with a soft smirk, he realised he didn’t need the answer. He knew what you were going to say, what was sitting on the tip of your tongue, too shy to be put into words.

Instead of trying to pry words from you or formulate the ones he was not sure he could just yet, Blaise gently slid his fingers through the soft blades of grass, his fingertips lightly brushing over the back of your hand. You looked up at him, a sweet expression about you, somewhere between curiosity and something flustered, wanting. It was soft, the way he took your hand in his, gentle and sweet as if he thought he might hurt you with the slightest movement, his fingers gently grasping your hand in his, resting in the cool grass.

You gazed up at him, eyes full of something, but they told him everything. The gentle lap of the water on the lake shore, the soft chatter of the birds in the trees and the way the breeze rustled through the leaves. The fresh spring scent, it smelled of green, of flowers, of fresh water. It was the light salt smell of the silt that collected on the bank, the woody scent of the tree that you both leaned against. And then there was the feeling, the feeling Blaise brought you, the butterflies that fluttered through you at the way he smiled, the way he gazed at you as if you were the only one there.

You read like that for a while, with your book in your lap, one hand turning the pages while your other was resting in Blaise’s gentle grasp, his thumb lightly tracing over the back of your hand, your fingers adjusting around his hand now and again, relaxing and becoming more comfortable with the soft touch.

And even when the low toll of the clock tower bell rang to signal the turn of the hour, accompanied by the soft shuffling of pages and clothes against grass, the quiet chatter of your friends as they gathered their things together, you stayed together for a moment longer.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back to your common room.” Blaise suggested as he pulled away from you, putting his book away. And even though you could have spent the whole night out in the grounds by his side, you knew you could not. It would soon be time for dinner and after that you knew you had other things you needed to do before tomorrow for class. “I’d like that.” You nodded, reaching for your bag and tucking your book away.

Blaise got to his feet first, throwing his bag over his shoulder before he held out both of his hands to help you up. And you gently placed your hands in his, letting him help you to your feet, his gentle touch not leaving yours for a moment, even after you were standing.

Taking your bag and adjusting it on your shoulders, you began to walk side by side, your friends having already started walking back up the grounds towards the stone circle. “Last week is your last meeting with us.” You sighed, intending it not to sound as if you were as disappointed as you felt, but Blaise heard the way it hurt to say it out loud, the longing hope that it might not end, especially not so soon. “And we’ll make it the best, won’t we?” Blaise gently nudged your arm. “I suppose we will.” You nodded as you both continued up the hill, your mind thinking up all manner of ideas of what you could do for the last meeting the boys were there for.

You didn’t want them to leave. Of course at first you had been thinking the same as Ginny had said, it felt as if you were the ones being punished for the boys attacking your group. But it quickly became apparent that perhaps the book club was just as much of a safe space for the boys as it was for you and your friends. And you hoped at least, that they liked it enough to stay after their last meeting, but there was no way you could know for sure and part of you was afraid to ask.

You heard a joyful shriek of laughter as you passed through the stone circle, looking up ahead to see Draco and Ginny laughing with their heads thrown back about something that Theo had said, Cho unable to stop herself from giggling. It made you smile. Perhaps it wouldn’t be the same without the boys if they left, at least you felt like something would be missing.

And as you walked up the steps towards your common room, your hands brushing together, fingers linking gently and soft glances cast between you, you became lost in your thoughts.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Blaise asked as you both stopped outside of the common room door, his breath catching in his throat at the accidental use of the name. It was true though, you were a sweetheart in every sense of the word, darling, kind, gentle, quiet. There was no other word to describe you the way Blaise wanted to. Meeting his gaze, your smile reaching your eyes with a loving warmth, you shook your head. “Nothing at all.” You lied. He didn’t believe you, but he didn’t mind, they weren’t his to be shared. “Alright, I’ll see you around then.” Blaise smiled, gently squeezing your hand. “Yes,” You paused, the thought again on your mind. What if it wasn’t love? “See you later.” Were your last words before your hands parted and you took one last look at Blaise before you turned away to walk towards the Ravenclaw common room door. And you wondered again; what if it was love?

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