#Yes he hasn't hurt anyone here don't kill him

[linya333]

The irony of sqq harvesting all the sun-and- moon dew seeds so that another villain doesn't come and use them just to turn around and give one to zhuzhi- lang?!

[two-white-butterflies]

she's got away

Description: You frame your husband for your murder. It looks like Homelander has finally found his match.

Pairing: homelander/supe!reader

Warning: infidelity, murder, downfall of homelander, implied domestic abuse, planned suicide.

A/N: inspired by amy dunne. also, because i know that homelander isn't just gonna marry some basic bitch, he wants that crazy 😭

Homelander has read all news articles about you, your ex-boyfriends couldn't stop talking about the beauty of being the recipient of your love, but that was the thing. It was beautiful when the full warmth of your love is focused on them, but once the spotlight shifts - it leaves them feeling empty, reeling because of the loss.

When he married you, he expected that spotlight to be on him 24/7. "I can't believe that you convinced them to cancel the deal," a giggle escapes your mouth and Homelander's jaw clenches. Seeing you draped all over Stan Edgar made him want to kill that man. "It isn't that difficult when you have the D.A's office on retainer," the man boasts in a low whisper, but Homelander can hear him.

He can hear every little conversation happening inside the building. He glances at you - what did you have that he didn't? Why does Stan Edgar trust you of all people?

"Well that ought to remind them," you mused, taking a sip of your fizzing champagne. "Of what?" Stan raises an eyebrow.

You look straight at Homelander's eyes. Aware that he was listening in to your conversation with the executive. "that Vought isn't a superhero company. It's a pharmaceutical company." The sweet smile does not leave your lips, his jaw clenches - eyes glaring.

How dare you!

Openly defying him in front of Stan Edgar. Besmirching everything that he built and fought tirelessly for, just to twist the knife. Homelander had half the mind to march in your direction, to grab you by the arm and fuck you in front of all the executives that you tried to kiss-ass to. He takes a deep breath.

He mumbles a few curses, none loud enough for anyone to hear.

His heart sinks to the bottom of his chest once he realizes the glaring truth, that your love was beginning to slip away. The spotlight that all your exes couldn't stop talking about was now moving to the next big thing, and no one leaves Homelander! No one leaves him!

"Cheers," he hears you offer a toast.

He sees a woman standing in the table in front of him, clad in a black Etro dress that she probably rented just to wear. She looks like you in some lights. Homelander smiles - a lazy yet charismatic smile.

He walks towards her.

"It must be boring for you, watching all these idiots drink wine." He opens his mouth to speak, and the woman's attention turns towards him. Oh, he was going to move his spotlight before you move yours.

You lazily walk towards your shared apartment with Homelander. It was never a great pleasure spending the night here, the decorations were too manly and corporate for you to ever feel at peace with the surroundings. Dark blue walls - endless fake pictures, and that constant smell of perfume makes your head hurt.

A sigh escapes your mouth as you sink deeper into the sheets. His bed was magnificent - almost like he slept all the time. You sent him a message an hour ago, but he hasn't responded yet. "Where the hell are you," you mumbled while opening your phone - quickly navigating towards the 'find my phone' app.

Uh, yes, you put a tracker on your husband without his consent.

The app loads rather quickly, and you zoom out of the map - to see John inside of a Hilton Hotel. "Son of a bitch," you cursed. You rise from the sheets, sitting down and leaning on the bed-frame. You dial Ashley's number, and she answers on the first ring. "Where is Homelander?" You ask before she could say hello.

"Um, uh, I-" she stumbles in her words.

"Don't lie to me, please." Your voice was surprisingly soft. If the phone call was recorded, you didn't want it to come biting your ass in the future. "I don't want to tell you," Ashley responds in a firm tone. "I won't tell him that I know. It's a promise." You vowed.

"He's going to kill me. I don't want to get in the middle of this." She begged, her voice sounded desperate. "Well, you are in the middle of this and if you don't tell me then I'll find a way to screw you over." You threatened, recorded call be damned, playing good cop was over.

"He's at the Mandarin. He met with someone, please don't tell him that I told you!" She cried, a scoff escapes your mouth.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

yourname: This cape stands for everything that I believe in! It is also a reminder of how thankful I am to call this beautiful land my home. #FosteringTheFuture #Homelander

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homelandertruther: No supe has ever done as much damage to America than Starlight. Thank you homelander 🦅🇺🇸

MyEyesOpen: God bless this country

BootySheath99: Christians for Homelander >>>>

A fake smile ghosts your face as you feel his muscled arms wrap around your body. "Where were you?" You question. Not a nerve in his body showed signs of nervousness, which only made you think that he's been doing this for a long time. How it didn't eclipse your radar? You're not entirely sure. "I had a meeting with Madeline." He lies, pressing a kiss to your naked shoulder.

All men do is lie.

"At the Mandarin?" You raised an eyebrow, a sigh escapes his mouth. He presses another kiss to your naked shoulder, before pressing his face to the crook of your neck. "You don't have to be so damn possessive. It was just a meeting and Madeline is a prude." He talked down on the woman who was responsible for his success.

Your fingers danced across his clothed body, playing with the strands of his perfect blonde hair. This love story began because of a coffee shop, because he wanted to see the good in this world - and found it inside of you. He liked getting his ego stroked, you stoked his ego and then some. He liked watching old american films in his room projector, and you listened to him ramble about every little detail. He wanted a cool girl, and he got her.

Being a cool girl and being his wife is a mutually exclusive event. The occurrence of one supersedes the other and vice versa. You can't be 'cool girl' and also be his wife. It is humbling to become something that you once mocked. "I can't help it," you mumbled.

"No one is going to steal me from you," he promised. Oh, this was the first time that he addressed your feelings towards one another - and it looks like he's only doing it to not get caught. Who is his mistress? You wondered. Was she more beautiful than you? Did she have blonde hair or piercing blue eyes? Was she a southern belle, or perhaps a foreign woman who he has never seen before?

"What's happening to us? We're not happy anymore," you breathed out, watching as his features turned darker. His pupils dilated, his jaw clenched, and his grip on you tightened. This was another one of your mind games, one of the things that you'd do before pushing him off the edge. "We are happy." He insisted, because the truth is - there is no use being in a relationship with someone when you're not at your happiest. "We were happy." You corrected, pulling away.

"I know that you met with someone else," you whispered - almost in fear that someone else could hear. "I'm angry - disappointed, but I also love you. I want to be happy, again, with you." You confessed.

He kept staring at you, looking deep into your eyes, almost unable to decipher between the truth and your lies. "John," you refer to him by the name closest to his heart. His eyes soften, thrown back into the reality that you're nothing like him - there was not a bone inside of your body that schemed, or got jealous, or thought of bad things. You are good - the only good part of him.

"I'm sorry, baby." He apologized.

You press a kiss to his lips. Fuck you.

"Hello, you may all know me as Homelander's wife or Comet which is my superhero name. But my real name is Y/N Gillman. A few days ago the NYC District Attorney subpoena'ed me and I agreed to testify against my husband. He's done a lot of bad things. I'm not really sure if I'll be safe. If something happens to me, Homelander did it, my husband killed me."

The television screen fades to black, and his daunting reflection stares right back at him. A few hours ago you were reported missing, seemingly abducted in the middle of the day - and now this video is going viral. Homelander admits that it doesn't look good on him. "What the fuck is going on!" Madeline barged into the office, obviously as discombobulated as he was.

"I was hoping that you could tell me," a shrill air of madness hovers over his poignant figure. He wanted to kill the person in charge of posting this video, he wanted to know if you did this on your own accord - or if there was a gun pointed at your head. The thought of both sends him reeling into a cage of madness.

"I-I think that there's a reasonable explaination for this. She could be abducted by a terrorist group and forced to film this confession." Ashley came to your defense.

Homelander clenches his fist.

"If my wife was abducted under Vought's watch, then, I'm going to kill everyone, and I don't care how this plays out in social media." He threatened, glaring at Madeline - who he was sure had everything to do with this. Madeline takes a deep breath, regaining her composure - and an unnerving smile ghosts her lips. "We should all calm down, Vought is trying its best to track her down right now." She smiles.

"Make it fast!" Homelander raises his voice, throwing a vase in Madeline's direction.

Y/N GILLMAN'S DIARY ENTRY #30

Dear Diary,

My husband looks at me so sweetly, I can't help but think that he's the man of my dreams, the father of my future children, and the love of my life. Lately, I think that this man of mine is going to kill me.

He had sex with someone else. Mandarin Oriental. Find my Phone. It wasn't that hard to figure out. I confronted him last night, and the way that he promised me that he was going to change - almost had me believing that he would. My mother always said: men never change. My mother was right.

I opened his phone (don't ask me why I know his password) but I saw that woman's message. MISS U INSIDE ME. I fucking hate her.

Like any good wife, I confronted him about it (again) and he told me that it was nothing. I can't remember the other parts of our conversation, but it dragged on for so long that I almost thought that it would never end. He told me that he'd kill me. I think he's going to.

"Detective Harold Brink. I'm here to solve your wife's disappearance," the man shook Homelander's hand. The Detective had a certain rogue-ish charm to him, tanned skin with a light stubble. He had a head as big as his ego. Harold Brink seemed confident in his skills. Homelander is going to be the judge of that.

"Shouldn't you be out in the field doing exactly that? You wasted time coming here," Homelander gritted his teeth, staring at the man from his head down to his toes. "Nothing but protocol, Homelander. I don't want to point a finger but there was a video going viral, an accusation made by the person missing, if you may." Harold states.

He doesn't have to be a genius to understand that this incompetent detective was pointing a finger in his direction. "We also found her diary when we searched your apartment." The man lays the book on the table in front of him. He sees your beautiful handwriting, with loops and straight lines. Your handwriting always danced between the line of print and cursive. "I think this man of mine is going to kill me, a direct quote if you weren't able to read." Harold says smugly.

Homelander contemplates killing the man, but it would be obvious. His demographics were going down, he was already facing a media trial - Harold was his hail mary, whether he liked it or not.

"Hyperbole. You don't know my wife." Homelander insisted, seeing the glaring red lights in his periphery. The cameras were rolling, he needed to make a performance of the lifetime. "- and clearly you don't either. I have a video of her saying that if she were ever to go missing, then you'd be the one responsible for it. I also have a page from her diary alleging that you wanted to kill her." Harold says.

"I'm not at a deposition." Homelander glares.

"You will be, soon." Harold stands up, hearing footsteps from the outside. Most probably Homelander's lawyer. "I'll give the subpoena to your attorney," he informs.

Homelander stands up.

"Give me all the papers that you want, but my wife is out there. Instead of spending time trying to back me into a corner, maybe you should actually begin to do what the American taxpayers are paying you to do. Find my wife!" Homelander yells, and on cue the door opens. "How dare you talk to my client." His lawyer says.

Homelander sighs, this was going to be a long month.

homelander: My wife is missing. If you have seen her please report to the authorities. Keep us in your prayers ❤️🙏🏻

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homelander: There has been an avalanche of fake news coming my direction. I want to make it clear that I would never do anything to hurt my wife. The video that has been going viral is a deepfake. 📍 pinned comment

cometfanbase: There's literally evidence of u cheating on her 😭

kuchie92: #WeStandWithHomelander #HereForHomelander

"What is this?" Homelander shoves the phone in Ashley's direction. "Your legal counsel and the PR firm decided that it would be wise to post something in light of..." Ashley does not finish her words. She keeps her distance from Homelander. "I'm surrounded by fucking idiots. What if someone looks into that video and finds out that it isn't a deepfake?" He questions.

These people at Vought keep underestimating the power of social media. "We already took care of that. We own all the deepfake detection software, and they all flag that video down. Plus, our influencers have been posting a lot of videos to sway public opinion." The woman continues speaking, after three shots of vodka - fear doesn't make itself evident.

Homelander sits down at the head of the table. "Updates about the case?" He wanted all the insider information. He also wanted to know if you were really abducted - or just faking it to punish him. "They think that she was abducted, there was blood on the floor, signs of struggle. Vought thinks that we're dealing with a larger force, people who have the resources to pull this off inside of Vought Tower." Ashley avoids his stare, placing a stack of files on the table.

If Homelander was to find out that she was the one who told you about the affair, then she was going to be food for the worms. "Cameras?" He takes a sharp breath. "All records have been wiped from the database. They're trying to recover it but it's a slippery slope." Ashley continues, shifting as she stands.

Should she really be the person to tell him about all of these? One wrong word and he's going to shoot a laser through her head. "Get out of my sight," Homelander leaned on his chair - Ashley scattered faster than pigeons do at the sight of danger.

Madeline warned him about his temper, told him that he wasn't allowed to kill anyone until they were able to find you. She really thinks that he has something to do with your abduction. For the first time, Homelander is innocent in this crime.

His heart beats a little faster at the thought of you being held in danger. Hopeless against your abductors because he wasn't there to protect you. He looks like a goddamn pussy. It is his duty as your husband to protect you, and he couldn't even make sure that the cameras in Vought Tower were working.

When he finds you - when he finds the person responsible for this. He is going to kill them. He's going to torture them gently until they beg for death, and he's never going to give them death. He's just going to make their existence a meaningless chore. Born to be tortured. Born to be reduced to nothing but limbs and organs.

The perfect radical justice.

He was just about to shoot his lasers through the window but Harold Brink walks through the sliding doors of the Seven meeting room. "Homelander, you're coming with me. You have the right to remain silent..." Harold's voice drowns out once he feels himself stand up, his hands wrapped around by cold steel handcuffs.

You will remain in police custody until the investigation is over.

The following day, his lawyer came marching. His pays the man $10,000,000 annually and Homelander can say that he is worth the money. His cell (if he could call it that) was luxurious, a double mattress bed and five star dining - it was almost a vacation. But his mind couldn't rest - all he could think about was you.

If you were safe, fucking with him, or actually dead in a ditch.

"You need to make a public statement." His lawyer made his message very clear. "The Seven has been doing work without you. Vought has been talking about suspending you, most of all, half of the public thinks that you killed your wife." The man updated.

"If I speak then everyone is going to think that I did it for public opinion." Homelander gritted his teeth. He could easily get out of this facility in a blink, but due to propriety he must stay. "If you don't speak then everyone is going to think that your shameless," his lawyer enunciated. "- if we allow that fact to sit then it will become the truth." He added, handing him a file.

Presumably, the script for his 'public' message. Homelander brought to his knees by a goddamn missing person's report. "My wife is still missing. I'm not seeing anyone do anything about that. They're all pretty determined to point the finger at me." Homelander scoffs.

The man in front of him adjusts his glasses. "Did you do it?" He questioned, aware that Vought made contingency plans - so that no one would be able to record Homelander during his 'jail' time. "No," Homelander said with all the strength in his chest.

His people, the Americans, were turning against him.

"It doesn't matter anyways. As long as there is no body, they can't make us do shit. Now, about that public announcement, I'll be back here tomorrow - and ease up on the whiskey." His lawyer stands up.

HOMELANDER'S INTERVIEW

Cameron Coleman: Did you kill your wife, Homelander?

Homelander: I did not kill my wife, I am not a murderer.

Cameron Coleman: But you hurt her. You were unfaithful to her.

Homelander: I was. I am not proud.

Cameron Coleman: How do you expect us to believe you, when we all know that you're a liar?

Homelander: I didn't come forward about that fact because I knew that it would make me look bad. I knew that no one would trust me if that fact ever came forth. A real man doesn't hurt his wife. A good superhero protects everyone, but I'm just a man. I don't care about my reputation anymore. I need my wife, because I know that I need to make it better. I was a bad husband to a wonderful wife, that is the truth, Cam.

Cameron Coleman: And you expect us to [cuts off]

Homelander: I met Y/N L/N ten years ago and I was enchanted by everything that she did. She made me believe that there was good in this world, as I was always exposed to all the bad sorts, all the bad crimes. My job as a superhero has desensitized me to violence, I thought that violence was normal. When she came into my world I realized that it wasn't, life could be and can be gentle and kind. I wanted her to love me so I pretended to be something that I was not.

Cameron Coleman: You talk like a man who believes that his wife is still alive. Is she?

Homelander: She is alive. Please stop talking like she isn't.

Cameron Coleman: Okay, what would you like to say to your wife?

Homelander: Y/N, I love you. You are the most special person in this world, and I have hurt myself over the things that I've done to you. Come home, please baby. I'll spend my whole life trying to make it up to you, trying to be the man that I promised to be. The man who makes you happy, the man who thinks and remembers everything that you love. I'm sorry for doing the easy things instead of doing the right things. Come back, please.

Homelander: I'll do everything that you want me to do. We'll build a house by the beach, I'll stop being Homelander. I'll give you kids and dogs and make you that surfboard that I always promised to buy.

[tear trickles down Homelander's eyes]

[screen fades to black]

A gasp escapes your mouth as you finished watching his interview. A sudden realization comes to you. This man has killed for you - this man is killing himself for you. He has stripped himself bare of everything that he holds dear (he only holds his reputation dear). The American consensus on his morality has waned significantly.

They all think of his name and spit on the ground. Once he realizes that no one loves him, he's going to burn the world. And isn't it your duty to keep Homelander down to earth?

This husband of yours has hurt you so much, but he also knows what kind of words to say to keep you drawn back to him. You were twin flames, both with large fires, just waiting to burn each other out. No one understood you like him (vice versa) and he is the only person who's able to match your craziness.

The wanton desire that he feels over destruction. The wanton desire that you feel over destroying him. We are born for each other, you thought. You made that man - filled his boring and touch-starved self with attention until he began forming his own ambitions. He's nothing without you, and Vought is nothing without you.

A few weeks ago, you really wanted to kill yourself.

You planned on slitting your throat down the river. Your dead body would wash up on the shores, and everyone will point their fingers at Homelander. His life was going to be ruined, his reputation, his demographics - he was going to be a FAIL in all demographics. But now, maybe you should get back to him.

Because he really loves you. He wants to make it up to you. He knows the words to say to rile you up, and he knows what words to say to make you forgive him. He was the Adam to your Eve.

Your creator and your ruin.

If love doesn't rile you up, make you change yourself, make you evil, then it isn't love in the first place. It's dependence.

This thing that you feel for Homelander. It's love.

Love in its own twisted way.

[rowretro]

𝕾𝖔 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖞

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, thriller, gore, death

♡synopsis: Y/n's not afraid of the dark... maybe she might be scared of what's in the dark. The ghosts? monsters? death hunting her down ready to grab her by its fist? of course not. She's scared of her ex.... he's so scary....

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Y/n yawned as she walked down the creepy, dark hallways of the abandoned high school. Tables scattered here and there, blood splatters dried ones and even fresh ones, painting the ground and wall. Evidence of human life being tortured and tormented for days before being ripped into pieces and left on the ground, rotting into the floorboards. Y/n was rather more disgusted, shocked the police hasn't once come across this place... Oh wait- that's a dead officer from the 90's seems he died a few weeks ago. Why was she here exactly?

It's stupid of course. Her dear friend who had been acting weird lately, dragged her to this place, challenging her claiming she'll die of fear before the ghost even gets to her. Y/n was no idiot, denying any invitation to the murder house. Yet Angela Yin, her best friend, dragged her in, the doors shutting behind them, and jammed shut. Then Angela went missing. That's how y/n found herself wandering the empty classroom where the ugly thing was just a second ago. She groaned, grabbing a key she found as she walked toward a door that had a matching lock.

She's ran into the killer once, it left a fog of smoke, causing her trip over small thing. It's nails disgusting and long like claws, head snapped off, hanging backwards. Eyes gauged out and mouth wide open. It was disgusting. its arms reached forward, but it can only see behind itself. That helped y/n, it was so blind it didn't bother looking in the cabinet where she hid in pure silence.

Just as she was about to put the key in the lock, a thick black liquid, slid from under the door, taking over the big, thick wooden rectangle, that blocked whatever was in that room from her. She groaned, arms crossed, as her foot tapped against the tattered floor impatiently, she stared at the many creepy hands holding eyeballs and organs waving them around through the now blackened, inky door. "What do you want from my ghost?... In my 18 years the worst thing I'd ever done to hurt anyone was being sarcastic and throwing parties when I'm home alone, now did that hurt you?" she asked as the eyeballs glared right at her.

"na how bout we talk about what YOU did? kill everyone who tried to send you to a better place, figure out a crime, or at least run home to their family? I don't know why Angela dragged me here, but once I drag that bitch home she's getting it. And you listen to me. I know deep inside you know you did something wrong, hence you killed so many innocent people and are trying to haunt me. I'm not scared of you because you were once a human like me... So why don't you get out of my way, and I leave you alone if you leave me and possibly Angela alone too kay?"

Y/n said confidently as if negotiating with a person who's afraid of her. yet the thick inky liquid disappeared, and the door opened. "That's what I thought." she said, dragging her sharp rusty metal weapon along with her. Yet the doors closed, there stood Angela, eyes pure black, veins visible in her arms and face, no longer blue or purple but black. Her teeth grew sharp as she approached y/n, her bony hands wrapped tightly around y/n's neck, choking her. "Fuck- Angela- What the fuck?! stupid ghost bitch I thought I told you we had a deal." Y/n choked out.

However the girl let go of y/n impulsively, as she fainted, the ghost screaming as it was forced out of her. There she saw a sight that scared her most "Nishimura No......." she mumbled as Riki dusted himself off. "Yes.... Im back baby." he said with a smirk. She threw a table at him and rushed outside, now lost in the dark woods, there, vulnerable, and in the depths of danger, possible vampires and Werewolves that had escaped the military's hold, roaming around in need of blood. That's why she broke up with him.

"Wow babe, one way to say thank you for saving your life, and hi to your darling boyfriend" Riki's deep voice echoed as he walked out from behind the trees. She backed away from him. Her ex. Riki. She broke up with him after she saw her suck the blood of her cousin. "I told you already we're broken up." she said mustering up enough courage to at least try to sound like she was confident in her words. "No you made that decision. Not me, so sorry you're stuck with me." he said as y/n glared at him. He groaned running a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Darling.... I only drink blood of a human when I need to, and I only suck the blood of those who do wrong in the world and you know what your cousin did to you..." he said as he gently grabbed her arm, scanning over the healing scars on her arms. She gently pulled away, feeling herself falling into his love trap yet again, like a moth to a flame. "You're not scared of my love.... you're clearly scared for me... y/n I love you and you're mine you can never change that. I don't understand why me being half demon half vampire scares you.... I'd never hurt you... you know it. They can't ever kill me, I'm practically immortal.... So please. take my hand and let me take you to OUR home." he said as he grabbed her arm... yet she pulled away roughly.

"Nishimura Riki. I may love you... but I don't trust you... I don't want you anymore.... Im over you..." she said, almost as if convincing herself, "Then you leave me no choice." He said, yanking her into his embrace, teeth stabbing into her collarbone.... He imprinted her, kissing her lovingly right after. There's no turning back now "I'll go home then-" Angela suddenly said walking toward her boyfriends car, as y/n was still dazed.

She was his now. She realized how too such perfect care of her, before their break up, and even now, as she stared at the permanent mark on her collarbone in the reflection of the mirror. She didn't find him so scary anymore. The comforting environment of his groans of annoyance every time he lost a game his comfortable room, his cologne intertwining in the air, the large white sweater that slipped off her shoulder, so comfortable as she hugged it closer to her skin, his sweater...He's not so scary after all...

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[lorimnnn]

Hello, would you be so kind to write for some DBD killers? If so, could you please write some headcanons on Max, Kazan and Anna taking pity on a survivor reader? She has been hiding away the whole trial and they find her shaking in a corner, hugging her knees and crying. She is so scared that she can't move and the only thing that comes out of her mouth is a weak "I just want to go home"

Than you in advance! 💗

absolutely!!!!

i do apologise for taking WAY too long with this, sometimes a lack of motivation trumps all, no matter how good the request is!

I hope what I've written is plenty enough to please you...

also, keep requesting guys! I love seeing your messages turn up in my inbox <;3

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cw: canon-typical violence, gore, some swearing, panic/anxiety, but mostly just angsty fluff, ngl

DBD Killers With a Scared!Reader

Max Thompson Jr.

Initially... he's so confused. He doesn't know what to think, first, but avoids you as an issue to deal with later. I'd like to think the Hillbilly prefers to take care of the more difficult survivors, first--- he's just like that.

His screams terrify you. You can hear the sound or people getting torn apart and you've never been particularly fond of torture. You were a sensitive, emotional soul, and so, very kind. But make no mistake. The Entity meant for you to be here--- whoever the "Entity" was, anyway.

At this point, everybody had left you behind to fend for themself. Since the Hillbilly was an unsubtle butcher, it was easier to elude and avoid him--- giving them time to try explain to you and encourage you to do your part. But it just went in one ear and out the other. You were terrified, after all. Eventually, they just gave up and let you be, crying and frozen with your hands clamped over your ears.

How did it ever come to this?

Now you're the only one left. Max doesn't notice you at first, you know, since you're new. He thinks he's taken care of everyone, but he doesn't understand why the trial hasn't ended

Then he hears small, breathless sniffles

Whips around, confused

His chainsaw growls at his side and the crying grows louder as he nears. He hunts you down and just... finds you. Raises the chainsaw above his head and is about to kill you--- but then you look up at him, completely defeated and vulnerable, wet-eyed and quivering

You don't even try to run at that rate. How can you? Where will you go? You've never been here before. But it looks very far from home

I think it's the hopelessness in your life that makes him pause

he's completely quiet and just standing there

And realising that nobody is coming to help you, you burst into more violent wails

"I want to go home!"

Awkwarddddd

stands there watching you tear up and inwardly panics

doesn't know how to comfort anyone. his parents were terrible and tortured him, and because of his prison in the walls, he never got to make any friends

he's grappling with the feeling of duty

it's not the first time survivor's have cried before, but it's the first time one has cried and not looked at him with complete disgust or hatred. you're crying because you're scared, yes, and obviously scared of him... but it's like you're giving him an opportunity to win your trust

he finally gets to be more than an angry villain... and he's unsure where to start

so he puts down his chainsaw, first. turns it off and everything, then just chucks it somewhere behind him. he'll go find it later

you're watching him like a deer in the headlights as he gets down on his knees and carefully scoots towards you

you flinch when his hand descends close to your face... and then rests on your head

*pat pat pat*

You're still so stiff, so terrified, but your tears are beginning to cease in passion

seeing your reaction feels like a reassurance, so he does it again

a bit harsh with it though

"ow..." you say when it starts to feel like he's hitting you. "that hurts..."

oh my gosh he feels so bad

hand retreats immediately

makes a sound that has you deflating completely, because you realise he's trying. he's truly trying, and is just not very good at it

he's completely defenseless, too

you realise that with a flinch, because it means that this disfigured, monstrous killer is trying to appeal to your trust, telling you he won't kill you

you soften up a little

you fear that when he stands up because you're taking too long, he'll grab the chainsaw again and make it quick. but you don't want to die--- you saw everyone else get chopped up and you don't want that to happen to you

max stiffens when he sees you beginning to move on to your hands and knees, crawling towards him. your face is still wet but now they're full of hope, not just undiluted fear

"can... can I have a hug?"

he's so scared he'll crush you

in all honesty maxie's never gotten a hug before. he's not used to this kind of gentleness, just violent anger

so he opens his arms up slowly, jerking like a rusting machine, inviting you in the best he can. trying to smile at you, even though his face doesn't allow. it's like his hatred for his disfigurement has just been renewed--- he wishes he could look nicer, just for you

definitely has a moment where he's like, "what the fuck am I doing right now?"

very well knows the entity may punish him for this

can't bring himself to care

not when you curl up against his chest between his knees, your sobs starting up again as you grip into his clothes, holding yourself impossibly close

absolutely melts

a natural at adapting to the cuddle

wraps his arms around you like you're delicate, though. not the firmness you need but it makes you feel so special and so cared for that you just cry harder, burying your face into him

max cannot believe this is happening rn

a new, alien kind of warmth floods through him, protective and strong. he strokes your arm gently and lets you cry, wishing he knew how to help, cursing himself out for the fact he doesn't

jumps when you speak, "will I ever go home again?"

his heart practically breaks. he doesn't want to shake his head, but he has to. he doesn't understand why he hates it when you cry, but he allows it.

and he promises that he'll do everything in his ability to protect you, and make sure you never have to cry like this again

all in all a 10/10 touch-starved baby. would probably fall a little in love with you when you recover, shaky hands reaching to pull you into another hug, but not knowing if it's okay.

will bridal carry you into the hatch and drop you in, heart breaking all over again when you scream and fight to reach for him, hands desperately fumbling for grip on his clothes

but he'll see you again

just you wait, sweetpea

Kazan Yamaoka

an asshole. he's so driven by rage that he most likely won't notice at first. just destroys and destroys, reaping destruction in his chosen path

this means that you won't even have a chance to talk to the other survivors. they know how kazan is and they'll send you an apologetic glance as they all scatter, wishing they had more time to explain but knowing if they didn't work fast, they were all done for

you're on your own, kid

let's say you're a good climber. shakily, you haul yourself on to the roof and choose there to hide, because for some reason... nobody ever looks up. ever.

until the end

kazan is wracking his head for a solution--- why isn't the trial ending? hasn't he won? he killed them all... hooked, mori'd, he'd lost count. but he knew the faces of the survivors he hated the most to the ones he still couldn't stand on a lesser scale and was sure he'd made a mess of all of them. but still, the trial continued

which meant a new survivor

so who was it?

where was it?

drives himself insane trying to find you. for all his rage and godlike pride, he's not the brightest

only realises you're on the roof when you start hiccupping, panic increasing tenfold when you realise you're the only one left. You don't know about hatches, you don't know about anything. Nobody explained anything to you

And now you're stuck with a flaming, angry monster

you can't even scream. it's stuck in your throat, muffled, choking on it--- you can only watch as kazan gets closer and closer. he's even angrier than usual--- did you mean to trick him? did you plan this? of course, you wanted to make a fool out of him

approaches you with audible, potent breaths. he reminds you of a hungry lion on the prowl, an apex predator approaching you, unrivalled. proud. ego hurt.

you back away

there is no remorse in this samurai, you can see it. you're scrambling back with your hands still on your ass, sniffling. and then you slip.

it's completely clumsy and stupid. you're at the end of the roof and you didn't realise, and now you're on your back, nothing to grab on to, and rolling off the edge.

kazan watches you smack against the ground. he expects you to get up and run away again.

but when you cry out, a vulnerable, naked cry, innocent to pain like this, he stops.

he watches you sob harder, muttering to yourself. "I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I just wanna go home..."

and your eyes are clenched shut, like you're praying. don't you know your wishes are futile, here? the Entity is not a merciful god, nor is it kind

you curl up into a ball and just lay there, and he can only stare

he starts to remember how your teammates didn't even help you. they only cared for themselves and their own survival. dishonourable cowards.

they'd left you stranded, and none of them had noticed

he supposed he could try and understand their positions. they were in a high-pressure situation and they could only do what they needed to do, lest they be butchered by them premature to even the middle of the trial. but still

there was a special kind of fear you honed that made him almost feel... bad

it took him back to his youth. he remembered his dead father. that man had not been innocent to bloodshed, but he had been innocent, no less. and he had died. dead in a way he did not deserve

you reminded him of his father taking his last breath

that day, he had failed to protect his family and honour his last name. he had not been a warrior that day, but a coward

and seeing you was a painful reminder of all his regrets

so he sighed

and carefully made his way towards you

you didn't even notice him until he grabbed you by the chin, turning your head to face him. your breath hitched in your throat and you froze all over, more tears surfacing to your eyes

but the feared oni only scoffed

"I'm not here to hurt you. I would have done so already if that were the case."

you sniffled pathetically

he loosened his grip on your face

being gentle had never been his strong suit. it had been a while since he'd had such an opportunity, to be responsible for someone else's comfort. be the person they needed

swallows when you melt into his touch

your entrance had been a rude one, after all. he was the only person who'd ever stopped and attempted kindess with you in this hell hole. the other survivors had neglected you

"your arm is broken?"

"i... I think so."

"The Entity will fix it."

"Entity?"

sighs

gently explains to you where you are and what's going on. at this point, he has squatted down to sit, less beast and more man... and you have finally sat up, cradling your arm as you scoot closer. kazan has noticed but hasn't said anything, unsure of your movements but certain of your weakness

does not expect you to throw yourself into his arms

the impropriety!!!

kazan is an Edo-era samurai, come on

freezes up like he's been violated

"s-sorry," you whisper. "I just... I need someone. Please. To tell me I'll be okay."

relaxes

pity begins to transform into sympathy and something else, something that makes him feel responsible for you. Like a dad or something, or maybe even more. a possible companion

won't get ahead of himself, though

strokes your hair like a domesticated cat and eventually hauls you into the little cradle formed in the centre of his crossed legs

you're baby now

not that you're complaining

kazan is as warm as a furnace and he's the first comforting thing you've had in a while. against your will, your entire body melts and you become liquid in his arms, much to his pleasure

he finds he... may like this

he's never really given tender affection like this before. sure, he had his family, but that had been purely for the upholding o his dark legacy

now that's over and immortalised, and there's you

he doesn't mind you

remember that kazan is very headstrong and emotionally driven. he kills everyone in an episode of unparalleled anger. so of course he starts to see you in a certain way--- his little deer, little one, sweet creature

depending only on him

of course he'll take care of you when he puts it like that

but alas, he can't keep you here forever

"Little one, we must part. But I will see you again. I will make sure of it. You will be strong when I see you next time. You will not cower. Do you understand?"

You really don't, but tearfully, you nod. you don't want to disappoint and it pleases him that you care to appease to a monster at all

leads you to the hatch with one hand on the back of your neck. sends you off with an approving nod.

you'll never know how softly he smiled at you that day

Anna

with her hunting skills, you have more luck being obvious than you do hiding and being subtle. you hiding and being subtle was what gave you away immediately

and also, Anna loves a challenge

the other survivors tried dragging you around with them, explaining, but it was all in vain. you weren't moving. you weren't doing anything but crying

they gave up and abandoned you when it compromised their own safety to be around you

but some stayed

who was it? leon. of course it's leon. he's too noble, too kind-hearted to leave you behind

he tries to defend you when Anna finally approaches, but he can't

you feel your entire world break apart when she mori's him right in front of you

that's when your hardly-contained sobs turn into silent, breathless whimpers, more tears streaming down your face and your chest quaking as you fight to breathe

you can't breathe

noticing how you aren't even moving away, Anna will pause

she will look at you, consider your state

do you enjoy being such easy prey?

maybe, maybe not

she takes her time to study you because you're not going anywhere and even if you tried, she'd be on to you in seconds

you're staring at Leon's mutilated body, hands curling into the dirty

i think that's when it hits you this is very real, and there's no escape

you're absolutely done for

and you're terrified because of it

and as Anna approaches, you can't even back away. too in shock, too scared, to helpless and vulnerable

who is this woman, so sly and stealthy, murdering all of you one by one? a rabbit mask on her face--- a real rabbit, too?

and why is she hesitating to kill you when she didn't hesitate to kill Leon?

little do you know, Anna's soft spot for little girls has been triggered

it just has to be the way you're curled up, knees to your chest and arms helpless beside you, fighting to curl around your legs when there's no strength to hold them there

you just look so... small

like you need someone

Anna will feel slightly bad that she killed the only person who gave you any sort of momentary security

after all, Anna knew what it was like to be left completely alone

the feeling of loneliness was unparalleled and the fact you looked so... defenceless made her feel even worse about it

at least the other survivors had their own skills

you were obviously new to all of this--- did you even know what you could do?

poor baby

immediately decides she will spare you. fuck being a survivor, you're helpless and you need someone, even if that means her, a killer. you need her

motherly instincts absolutely activated

you squeak pathetically when she crouches down beside you, arms looping beneath your knees and back

you can't even scream when she lifts you. what the fuck--- what are you doing, what---

she lifts you so easily, too. doesn't matter how heavy you are. remember her strength is increased by the entity, and she can hunt bears and stuff. she's strong

and she's... she's rocking you like a newborn baby...

anna sings to you. she sings the lullabies her mother used to sing to her and hums into your ear, trying to calm you

soothe you

it works, if only slightly

you're still not ever the fact that she brutalized Leon like that RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

and she does feel guilty but she isn't sure there is anything she can say to you to fix that

your eyes are just too innocent

it's very clear to her that you've never seen blood before. at least, not like that

not to that extreme

starts babying you until your cries cease completely

whispers to you comfortingly in Russian

you vaguely understand a question she keeps asking you: what's wrong? what is it? what is the problem?

at least, you think so

you just look at her tearfully, about to burst all over again and say, "I just want to go home!"

at that moment, her heart breaks for you

and she feels so much anger towards the Entity, because can she not see? is this some joke?

you are the last person deserving of this kind of hell

you reminded her of the rabbits that used to roam her forest. they were so vulnerable and weak

but they had their own tenacity she was sure she would see in you

puts you down and holds your hand, then starts tugging you along

you follow dumbly, with a bewildered expression on your face

her message is very clear: "I'll get to you in a minute. Let me take care of something first, okay?"

holds your hand tighter when she hooks and mori's the other survivor right in front of you all over again, feeling that you're trying to run away

it's like she's trying to each you something

shows you how to hide and the best places to do so (and pretends she can't see you when she forces you to practice)

it's giving father-son catch except it's more so mother-daughter hide and seek

not very fun on your end and you get more and more freaked out but you find you'd rather be favoured by the killer than hated

by the time there's nobody left, Anna will reluctantly lead you to the hatch

she doesn't want to let you go

she might even offer things to the entity to keep you as her little daughter

she knows she could protect you much better and hates the idea of seeing you hurt when she just knows the other killers won't be as merciful

they won't understand

feels so possessive of you already, but knows that either way, the Entity will take you away

So she pulls you to her, kisses your head

then shoos you off the hatch like a mother duck bidding farewell to her duckling

you just stare at her, confused

does it again

realising that she wants you to jump into the unknown door in the ground, you start crying again

no! no! don't do that!

hugs you in a panic and pets your hair

depending on how severe she will pick you up again

and in either case, she will have to--- broken heartedly--- send you off into the abyss as you sniffle

"please don't make me go..."

oh trust me, she doesn't want to

but she'd rather not find out what the entity will do to you

strokes your hair and gives you a gentle push

she'll come back for you, y/n

mommy's proud of you!!!

~

yay! I did it!

I hope you enjoyed this, nonnie. this was so fun to write.

please keep sending me requests!

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lorimn <3

[soleminisanction]

So. What actually happened between Secret and Spoiler?

The meat of this story goes down in Young Justice (1998) #30.

Taking place sometime shortly after the YJ crew returns from their adventures in space with Doiby Dickles, the story proper opens with a scene of Steph trying to follow Tim home to find out his identity and getting caught to establish that tension in their current dynamic for anyone who wasn't also reading Robin at the time.

As a refresher, when they decided to date (which was a couple of publishing years back at this point, during the events leading up to No Man's Land) Tim had tried to talk Steph out of it because he couldn't tell her his secret identity and he didn't think that was fair. Steph had responded with, quote, "I don't care about any of that, Robin. I just want to be with you." But she'd recently decided she wasn't happy with that arrangement after all and had been sneaking around trying to learn his identity behind his back.

This issue is very cathartic to me because it's one of the only times she's called out for violating her boyfriend's privacy, which starts here:

Couple of things to make note of here: Greta's not attacking Steph. We'd previously seen what it looks like when she uses her billowing clouds of angry smoke to attack (against Harm and the Pointmen, for example), and that's not what's happening here, she's just really pissed off. Steph is the one who escalates the whole thing to violence with that kick.

And while there is an element of jealousy here -- Secret did follow Robin home to get a look at his girlfriend -- the thing that's set her off isn't seeing Steph with Robin, it's learning of and seeing her self-centered justifications for her plans to continue trying to violate his boundaries. Which, it should also be noted, is something that Secret could do much more easily, but chooses not to. So it probably just pisses her off even more to learn that her crush is dating someone who'd disrespect him like that.

So they take it outside.

Where Greta, despite her anger, is almost certainly holding back because... yeah, let's face it, Steph doesn't actually stand a chance in this match-up. She has no powers, she hasn't even trained with Cass at this point; I don't know where she got that grenade but she's otherwise working with like a red belt in strip mall aikido and a bunch of gear she probably bought out of the back of a magazine. Secret is a sentient hellportal, a conduit between the realms of the living and the dead. She's pissed off, but she's still mostly focused on calling Steph out with her words rather than physically harming her.

Which Steph responds to with, again, a grenade and... this:

Why yes, that sword does come out of nowhere for a single panel and then vanishes into the ether, never to be explained or mentioned again. I find that hilarious. I suspect the script just said "Spoiler cuts the power lines" and left Todd Nauck to figure out how that worked.

But uh, speaking of how that worked -- in Greta's defense for how she'll behave later on in this post, Steph just clearly tried to kill her first. Like. I assume that any grenade a Bat is carrying around isn't so high-powered that it's actually going to hurt somebody if thrown at them directly so for all my joking I'll give her a pass for that, but the power lines?

Steph, of course, has no way of knowing that electricity is Greta's weakness, let alone that it's a trauma trigger for her. But she also has no way of knowing that Greta isn't an average metahuman teenager who would just, y'know, die from being hit with several hundred to several thousand volts of electricity. Which is part of a trend in Steph's characterization -- she's always had a tendency to make rash, dangerous decisions like this and only consider the ramifications after the consequences smack her in the face.

And once again, this is Steph's escalation; Greta only lets loose after Steph tries to low-key murder her. But I did say in my previous post that she was explicitly trying not to kill Steph here, right? That's because she's not:

"Oh," she says, directly to Steph's face. "I'm not going to kill you, but you're going to wish I had!"

The issue ends with Tim giving the girls a lecture about trust that... honestly, doesn't actually make much sense, but it's only there to set up the bullshit Bruce would soon pull in Robin to wrap up the whole Steph-and-Tim's-secret-identity subplot.

Instead, I'll just take this moment to point out that these two pages are the only part that anyone besides Steph and Greta themselves actually saw: Steph, overpowered and running like bugger all while a furious Greta hunted her down. Tim and Red Tornado don't have any other context for this encounter, and anyone else hearing about it would have even less.

We should also probably address the question of whether Greta was actually trying to hurt Steph here and: no, I don't think she was. Not physically, anyway. I think when she tells Reddy that she "just wanted to scare" Steph, she was telling the truth. Which, mind you, means she was going to dump her into a terrifying hell dimension and give her a repeated taste of her own mortality. But it wouldn't have hurt her; it didn't hurt the gang when they teleported through it in issue 19. And, frankly, between this issue and the shit Steph pulls over the course of the Robin issues around this subplot... I think she deserved it.

I never said I wasn't a hater.

Now, to be fair, Steph has no way to know this. She doesn't know Greta, and she doesn't have a reason to think kindly of her. And like I mentioned, it's an important part of Greta's storyarc that her powers and her connection to death makes her friends suspicious of her, and that suspicion sadly drives her to Darksied.

Which is why I'm inclined to think that their next encounters, brief as they are, are deliberately framed. First in issue 50:

And then in issue 54, during the storyline where Secret has allied herself with Darksied:

This leads into Greta basically eating Steph for reasons that don't actually have to do with their conflict -- she's already eaten the D.E.O., ie, the people who held her prisoner, and would continue to eat, it's implied, everyone on Earth except the members of Young Justice, saving them for last as we come to climax of the story. That probably counts as "trying to kill Steph" so technically speaking Greta has tried to kill Steph once, it just wasn't the time everybody thinks about or in a jealous rage. It wasn't personal at all, she was just part of a checklist.

The important bit I wanted to focus on was Steph and Tim's descriptions of their past encounter, and the fact that Greta calls it an exaggeration. With that context, I'm inclined to think that "almost killed me in a jealous rage" is the way that Steph framed their story to other people, not necessarily because she was trying to manipulate anybody, but because that's how she, Stephanie, internalized and interpreted the event.

Because Steph, demonstrably, doesn't think she was doing anything wrong. If she wants something, like her boyfriend's secret identity, or whatever, she will come up with excuses and justifications why she should get to have it ("He's testing me! He wants me to figure it out!" etc.) and no one can change her mind. So it's inconceivable to her that this person who clearly has a crush on her boyfriend would actually be mad at her for the reason they say they're mad at her; clearly, to her, Secret was jealous, and therefore Secret must have been the aggressor. Plus, she was big and scary and Steph (to be fair) had no way of knowing that Greta was mostly just having trouble keeping her emotions under control.

And because nobody else saw what went down between them, people were more inclined to believe Steph's story over Greta's, partially because Greta was clearly the overpowering victor when Red Tornado and Robin arrived on the scene, and partially because Greta's powers mean people, even her friends, tend to be suspicious of her, which is a key point in her personal, rather tragic storyarc.

---

So, to summarize, because I know this has gotten rambly: Greta followed Steph home to investigate her and was angered by her violating Robin's privacy. Steph escalated their dispute into violence, and then further into attacks that could be perceived as lethal until she bit off more than she could chew. Robin and Red Tornado, arriving at the tail end of the fight, only saw the much more powerful Secret overwhelming normal human Spoiler and were therefore more inclined to believe Steph's version of the story which, naturally, framed her as the victim and Greta as the aggressor, when it was in actuality a more even fight fueled by anger rather than jealousy.

[deviouscrackers]

I brained

ANYWAYS I had an idea of how to rewrite Nexus's villain arc. I didn't really care for it either way, so these are ideas to make it more interesting (at least to me).

I write this with the intention to follow the TSBS writing rules that I am aware of, but I don't know many so… my bad ig.

(This also got long, can you tell I like writing shit like this?)

First of all, what did I not like about Nexus? Well, like many, I wasn't all that fond of the rate he became evil. I didn't like his motivations, which is somewhere between wanting to become an unstoppable powerhouse and wanting control of his life? I think?

Not bad motivations, yes, but how he got to those motivations? Mm… no…

Another thing I wasn't fond of regarding Nexus would probably be his behaviour as a villain, and the lack of respect everyone gave him. Nexus, and other characters, take himself and his goals quite seriously.

Nexus is a threat.

However, he doesn’t act like one, nor does anyone else really behave like he is. Half the time it feels like they're watching some snot-nosed kid sharing his new war story he made with his plushies.

Thirdly, the whole prior arc Nexus had going on before becoming Nexus just became irrelevant. Now, I don't want to sound too much like a conspiracy theorist, but this drop in care for Solar happens to have been around the time shipping discourse got really bad. Just before I joined the fandom, essentially.

Anywho!

So here is how, in hindsight, I would have written this (Please, please, please remember that I have no ill will to the writers or anything. Yes I'm disappointed with Nexus, but in all honesty this arc was not the absolute worst and it had its very good moments. I'm just sharing my own ideas).

Taking how focused Nexus got on reviving Solar, I would have his villain arc more focused on it.

His old motivations:

Power

Control

New motivation:

Bringing back Solar/Keeping His Family Safe

Don't worry! This still encompasses power and control, but in a way that links back to his previous behaviours.

First event I’d change would be when Nexus kidnapped Earth with Bloodmoon.

Quick disclaimer, I skipped through that set of episodes because I was like, four straight days into trying to watch every lore vid and hadn't been to school for any of those days, but to better align that event with how I'm changing Nexus, it'd have to be Lunar or Sun that got kidnapped.

Why? Well, Nexus actually had a good relationship with Earth and him thinking of her as mere collateral makes no sense. On the other hand, Sun and him had a rocky relationship at the time and from what I can tell Lunar and Nexus weren't incredibly fond of eachother.

Plus, Nexus could justify attacking Lunar as he thought Lunar would've been strong enough to take it or protect himself specifically.

So now Nexus is floating in space; angry, hurt, dejected, hapless… and who should come to his rescue but Dark Sun? In this version, Dark Sun would offer Nexus shelter and anything he wanted as long as Nexus did some tasks for him. Hysteric and grieving, Nexus agrees to go with him.

Nexus is definitely hesitant about the Dragon and Dark Star Power. As long as Dark Sun and Nexus aren't about to kill each other at every turn that should work and stay somewhat the same as canon.

If you can't tell this is (so far) sticking to canon progression as much as possible.

Moving on, Monty brings back Moon just the same as canon. The only difference is that it takes longer for Earth to warm up to Moon, considering she hasn't heard the best stuff about his attitude.

Skipping to when Moon and Nexus meet, I imagine there'd be heavy miscommunication between Moon and Nexus. Moon would leave the conversation assuming Nexus doesn't mean well for anyone in the family and Nexus would leave the conversation assuming that they had never liked him and were only waiting for him to leave before replacing him. Both their hackles would be raised.

When Solar is revived, he immediately asks about Sun and Nexus, because they were the last people he saw. He then immediately follows up with the rest of the family. Upon hearing about Nexus “turning evil”, Solar goes into denial, refusing to believe it until he sees it.

How I imagine Solar and Nexus meet is as follows: Dark Sun gives Nexus another task, data collection. Nothing harmful, he assures. Nexus obliges because these tasks are essentially how he pays rent, and he can't leave yet. While waiting for the data, Nexus decides to pay Moon a visit.

After finding the new address (something that infuriates him, because did the house he bought with Sun just mean nothing now that Moon is back?) Nexus enters and taunts Moon. Teasing turns into a genuine argument between the two, which Solar walks into. Nexus and Solar freeze upon seeing each other, Nexus leaving shortly after.

A quick thing to note, is that around this point, Nexus’s behaviour isn't too different, but he's beginning to become very unstable. The reasoning for this is because in this version, the Wither Storm’s proximity is causing issues, to both Nexus and Ruin. Dark Sun is fine due to him not being in the dimension for too long, but Nexus ends up actually going insane (or close to it) and Nexus is slowly dipping into insanity. He is not aware of this until it's far too late.

So in Nexus's mind, he's rejoicing that Solar is alive, but is horribly panicked that someone dangerous like Moon is near Solar. So while he spends time making a cell/room for Solar, to keep him safe, Dark Sun manipulates him into using Dark Star Power to further protect Solar.

From then on, Nexus makes several attempts to get Solar to come with him, first with offers, then with manipulation, then…

Then with force as Nexus gets increasingly hysterical.

Other things he'd do, Nexus would still need the wither shards so he'd still go after Sun. He'd also try and get Earth to come with him because she's similarly important to Nexus.

As his mental state deteriorates, he’d begin to act more like the Nexus we know, if a little less pathetic. Just a little.

I'm no good at endings and fine-details however, so I wouldn't know what ending to give him. The ending we got works pretty well for this, though it'd be far more adjusted to include more elements of whatever Dark Sun was doing.

[salaminus]

Rex & Cody and the stolen commando

Summary:

Cody has stolen a commando from Kamino. But Cody isn't there to pick up his package himself, so he sends it to Rex because he can. Rex hasn't slept more than an hour in 48 hours, the caf is empty, his back hurts and there's a stupid commando in his hangar causing stress with Torrent!

Non-native speaker, pleaser bear with me.

Masterlist

CHAPTER 1:

Rex might kill someone. Fives would be best. Or Hardcase. Or Denal. Or Attie - not Coric, he's a medic - forget it, Coric too. It's best if he stabs himself as well.

Two hours of sleep, just two hours of undisturbed sleep, but no, he won't get it because he has to have Torrent under his command.

Rex trudges more than he has to - the door shoots open in front of him, a bunch of shinies salute, yeah yeah, get out of there now, he desperately needs a caf. Someone better not have drunk all the rations, because his personal supply is empty. How can something like that happen, kriffing shit. How and when!

His boys know better than to talk to him, after all. First course through the canteen, past the crowded tables. Far too little blue in the white sea of plastoid, that's unpleasant, it should be different. Problem for later, first the most important thing - caf, otherwise Rex will fall asleep. His eyes burn, when he blinks, his eyelids feel like they're stuck, he always needs two seconds before he can open them completely.

Past the queue - every now and then it pays to be a kama wearer, it has to, you don't forget the pain from back then - to the large plastoid cup, full of the strange powder from which the stuff is made. Step by step, he should be able to see the black stuff, but the large bowl remains nice and white.

What.

He stands in front of it - a pitiful little pile of powder, down in the corner, it barely fits on a fingernail is in the box, otherwise it's empty. Scratched out, rather licked out. This can't be true! Rex wants to scream, knock the box off the table, he's already clenching his fist when his com flashes happily. Karking fucking green, "WHAT!"

"Good morning to you too, sunshine."

Cody, of course, the little bastard grins and Rex can hear it, it makes his blood boil. "What do you want, shebs, I hope for your sake it's important and if it was a good morning I wouldn't hear your voice!"

Behind him, his men twitch, the very young ones, the babies, look almost terrified. Take a breath, really deep, relax your fingers - no, the box doesn't get punched, but it deserves it, damn Kark – Calm down now, he's kriffing Captain, he can't do that, ARCs are allowed to do that, Captains aren't. He's ARC too, quips an evil ugly voice in his head, it would only be boxing the damn bowl once....

Cody at the com snorts through his nose. "Rex'ika, got off on the wrong foot? Did they turn you inside out in the retorts? You're talking to a marshal commander."

Oh, fuck YOU.

"Kark you, you shithead. What do you want? If this was in any way official, you wouldn't be greeting me with sunshine, don't fucking give me ranks!"

A brief pause at the other end - a pause in which Rex slams a hand on the kitchen counter so that the karking droid behind it turns around. He does so, agonizingly slowly; if Rex reacted like that with Natborns, he would have been on Kamino long ago for insubordination. "Is there still caf here today, or why is the bucket empty?"

Droids, Rex hates them, especially that one. If anyone else says they can't smile, oh yes, they can, and it does it as sneakily as ever, tilting its head and waddling a step towards Rex. "CT-756---"

 "That wasn't the question, damn it - Where. is. My. Caf!"

"Rex," Cody says at the wrist - oh, no sunshine, no hypocritical smile on his lips that you can literally hear, much better, but Cody's off the air now, Rex needs caffeine before he kills someone.

Droidy doesn't understand, his head just jerks up and down at Rex. "I suggest you go to your commanding clone until you've calmed down."

Rex is about to light something on fire. "I am MY commanding- Is there still caf here now, yes, or no, that was a simple question!"

"If you do not leave this room immediately, soldier, I will inform your superior officer..."

Okay, that's it. Rex is just going to jump over the counter, rip the droid's head off and look for Caf himself, simple as that. He's already got one leg over the counter when someone shouts a very hasty: "Sir!"

Some reflexes can't be helped when they've been pumped into your brain since early childhood, so Rex turns to the speaker anyway - a shiny, completely white, but he has a rather impressive tattoo on his face, a huge V. Much better tattoo choice than Jesse, but what does he expect from Jesse, he already shares the same initial with Jojo, which says it all - wait a minute.

His vod'ika swallows hard, somehow managing to stand even more at attention than before - and he holds out a cup to him. A mug filled with... not caf, no. Coffee, the stuff from the big machine that Nici has set up and which spits out fantastic hot drinks for two hours a day, desirable enough that you now have to register the squads.

Foot back off the counter, Rex walks up to the shiny, forcing himself to take a deep breath. "Name."

That sounded brutal, as if he wanted to berate him, Rex sees him flinch and raises his hand. "I'm sorry. What's your name, vod'ika, I'm in a terrible fucking mood, it's not your fault though."

Minimal relaxation in the eyes of his little brother in front of him, but overall he still stands there with his arm with the cup stretched out like a flagpole. "Sir! Dogma, sir, CT-5784! I have been assigned to the Platoon Bravo--"

Dogma, then, one of the names that was more of a insult. Innately, Rex writes a note to himself to introduce him to Echo.

"That's enough for me, thank you, Dogma."

Take the cup, give the rookie a quick pat on his shoulder. "And you just forget your number. Just like..."

Then he spins around - oh, the cup is warm, really warm, the coffee is still fresh, praise be to Prime's mother –, and stares at the room as best he can with his helmet on. Rex doesn't like to shout, but today everything sucks and therefore he's allowed to do so. "We all forget what I did at the dispenser, is that clear? The second I hear a word about it, you run penalty laps until you vomit!"

Silence, pleasurable silence in the room, wonderful. Rex could just lie down and sleep now, instead he grips his mug tighter and nods to the shiny in front of him. "Thanks for the caf, kid. You're saving some people's lives today and they'll never appreciate it - Cody, what do you want now and keep it short, my patience is shorter today than the time Kenobi has his lightsaber in his hand and doesn't lose it!"

Cody has the decency to wait half a second. Rex takes advantage of this and walks past Dogma to the exit, clutching the cup tightly. Behind him, the droid wants to complain, "Cups may not be removed from the canteen", which Rex acknowledges with a middle finger and "Write to my superior, clanker!", for which he doesn't turn around.

He's almost out of the room, almost behind the saving door, when Cody starts talking. "So, I need you to take something for me. I stole a batch from Kamino."

That's it. Rex rips off his helmet, vaguely sees the horrified looks - never seen anyone go 48 hours without sleep, eh! - and starts drinking the caf in order to down it in one go.

"Hello, are you still there - listen, what's wrong with you, didn't get enough sleep?"

Cody’s about to get slapped in the face. "Commander, kriff yourself, respectfully said. If I haven't slept enough, you're karking kidding, Cody - or you know what, I don't care. I don't want to know. I don't want to know what you did. When is your stupid fucking batch coming and how exactly I'm supposed to proceed with them!"

"That's... quite simple."

Rex pauses. Firstly, he can already feel the caffeine - no, but the warmth of the coffee for that, the smell alone soothes him like a comforting blanket it drapes over him, making his aching eyes blink more easily. However, Cody paused in his sentence, one of the very long ones, and then came the word 'Just'. Something here stinks big time.

"What's that supposed to mean."

"Well, you don't have to do anything, it's a commando."

NOW he’s dead. "A karking COMMANDO?!"

"Don't shout like that. A very nice one, an experimental unit, under my command, you don't have any flimsiwork or anything, you just have to receive it, you can do that, can't you?"

This little fucker. Rex grinds his teeth and marches on towards the exit of the canteen, his eyes stubbornly fixed ahead. Keep thinking about the coffee in his hand. It will help him against everything, against the karking universe, full of stupid, stupid older brothers.

" Receive it for you, Commander. And why doesn't Jango's Pride and Glory do it himself!"

"Rex, I'm not there, we're way off the grid. All you have to do is take the batch and keep it for me, you can do that!"

Rex can do anything because he has to. "Is that an order?"

"If that's what you want," Cody doesn't even have the decency to sound meaner, "then yes. Otherwise it's a favor, but if I order you to do it, I'll forget the part."

"Do it, you douche. I have so many favors with you, I couldn't even redeem them if I wanted to - when's your Commando coming and why are you only telling me about it now?"

"Because it wasn't certain yet..."

Lazy excuse and he knows it. There's something else going on, but Cody doesn't want to say it. Should make Rex even grumpier, but he doesn't even know if that's possible. First he trudges down the corridor towards his quarters. Skywalker better does not want anything from him now, he has reports to finish.

"Yes. So - they're landing soon, they'll be coming out of hyperspace in three hours. I'd be grateful if you could keep them safe... until we meet again or they leave on their own because they've been assigned a mission."

Oh great, wonderful. Just keep walking, he's almost there.

"Rex. Hello?"

No, Rex is not here. Rex has to accept deliveries for stupid ori'vods.

"I've already sent you the files. They're all less than ten years old, by the way, just so you're prepared. I have to---"

"Kote." Rex hisses into the com, stops and bares his teeth involuntarily. "you're sending me an unfinished trained Commando, an experimental unit younger than kriffing Domino Squad?"

"Just a little younger, Rex, and it's a Commando."

"That's exactly the problem!"

MASTERLIST

[the-evil-lovable-simp]

Tadc Caine x werewolf reader

(Also reader the reader’s gender will not be mentioned)

(Also this is probably bad)

(btw the wolf form isn't just a wolf, it's a humanoid wolf)

(When people think of wolves communicating, they most likely think of howling. But wolves have an extensive repertoire of sounds. Whines and whimpers indicate friendly interaction but can also express frustration or anxiety. Growls and snarls are threatening or defensive.)

You sat on your bed thinking about your situation, excluding the whole being trapped here thing, you've had five outbursts already, all for different reasons. Two of them were just normal transitions, one of them was because Jax tripped you over, another was because he locked you in a room, and another was because Kinger scared you when he screamed. You've almost killed Jax six times already, if you don't sort this out soon you might actually hurt someone. You're also really glad that Caine hasn't caught on yet, you'd think he would of by now since he brags about having eyeballs everywhere, watching everyone's every move. If he did find out he'd probably put you in the cellar with all the abstracted beings. Thinking about that made you a bit tense, you could feel your wolf side awakening and trying to get out. You try to keep it in but you fail, and your tail rips a hole in your pants ruining yet another pair.

"$#!%" You got censored and grabbed your tail, you tried to stroke it to calm down, and it was working until you heard knocking at your door, this very much startled you because you didn't hear anyone walk up to your door.

"(y/n), I heard profanity," you hear a voice exclaim behind the door, you knew exactly who it was. Caine.

"£$%^ &*%$ £$?<> &*^%," you cursed again and got censored again, stumbling around the room, stubbing your toe in the process, swearing some more and crashing into the wall, thus making your wolf ears pop out.

"I was just going to tell you not to swear, but now I feel like I should check up on you," he says turning the knob. This alerted you, your wolf ears twitching. The door was slightly opening until you crashed into it slamming it shut again, with your now wolf arms. This made Caine jump and his teeth clenched together and his eyes flew out the back of his head. He soon regained his posture.

"NoOOoooOOoo! ThAt's fINe!" you try to reassure, your voice changing four times in that sentence.

You really didn't want him to find out about this, it would be so embarrassing, notably since you kinda like him, and even worse, him getting rid of you...You started spiralling, this made you transform more, clawed paws busting out of your shoes and your clothes ripping a bit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" you howled in pain, transforming was painful sometimes, especially if you were stressed. Caine got a bit worried thinking you were abstracting. He grabbed the handle and tried to open the door again.

"Are you sure you're quite alright my dear?" he asked trying to push against you.

"Yes! Quite sure," you snapped back trying to get him to leave, sadly it didn't work.

"GRRRRRRrrrrrrggggrrrrrggrgr," you started to growl getting a bit agitated, you were now fully wolf.

"Alright, I didn't want to have to do this," he declared, you saw him start to use magic on the door, so you ran and hid under a cover on your bed.

"But you've given me no choice," he said before the door exploded. He floats in and the door remakes itself behind him. Caine looked around expecting to see a trashed room, with you abstracted in the middle of it, but that's not what he found, what he found instead was a normal room with you huddling under a cover on the bed.

"Oh look, you've seen I'm okay and now you can leave," you said almost losing it.

"Are you suuurre you're alright (y/n), I've heard of humans frequently lying about their feelings-" you cut him off,

"yeah, I'm...I'm fine," you said shifting slightly as you did, your tail slipped out the back of the cover. Caine noticed this and floated over to it, to inspect. He lightly touched it, you could still feel it. You yelped and snatched it back in. Caines eyes bulged as he saw the big paw quickly come and go.

"You can go now," you said desperately. He flouted round to the front,

"(y/n), what's going on here?" he asked still a bit worried, but thankful you didn't abstract. You gripped the cover.

"Nothing's going on," Caine grabbed the cover,

"Let me see," he said, worry mixed with curiosity.

"Please don't," you mumbled before he pulled up the cover. All you had on was ripped shorts, everything else was fur. You covered your eyes, ears lowering.

"Don't look at me," you curled up, as your tail wrapped around your legs.

Caine's bottom jaw dropped (like in the pilot at the start). You peaked because the silence was killing you, you saw his surprised expression. Caine gasped as he got a glance at your eye, they were a beautiful gold colour.

You then scooted to the top of the bed trying to get away and hide more.

"W-what is this?" he questioned, you looked up at him. Now both your golden eyes staring into his heterochromia blue and green eyes.

He gulped he's never been this nervous before, it felt strange to him, it felt like you were staring into his soul.

"It's monstrous is what it is!" you spat with self-hatred, this led to him being able to see your teeth, they were very sharp unlike his.

"It's..." he started

"Horrible, dreadful, horrifying? you suggested

"It's..." he tried to think of what he wanted to say.

"Upsetting, bothersome, alarming?" you listed some more things.

"Gorgeous," he added, sounding less loud than usual. This took you off guard, you felt heat rise to your face, your pupils dilated.

You hugged your knees, tears in your eyes, *sniff*

"Y-you're just saying that," you said meekly.

"I assure you I'm not my.....dear, Oh gosh, are you crying?" he was startled.

"NO No no, NO I'm not!" your voice started to change again, as you rubbed your eyes with your fluffy arm.

"Golly, I'm not the best with human emotions," he said not knowing what to do. He floated over to the bed and patted your head, this felt nice.

"Your fur is so soft" he said in a gentle tone, unlike the usual booming voice he uses. It shocked him when he saw your tail start wagging. You started to make whining noises, and with one fast action, you grasped your paws on your snout. This made you really embarrassed. Caine decided not to mention it for your sake and tried to change the subject.

"Well, I don't think you're, horrible, dreadful, horrifying, upsetting, bothersome, or alarming," he said in quick succession, a bit too quick that you almost didn't hear him. You looked up at him, into his eyes making him nervous again.

"I think, you're quite....pretty," he said looking everywhere but you.

"Really?" you asked hoping he was telling the truth.

"Why yes, you look lovely," he said now looking at you.

He fully floated down to the bed, landing on it. Your tail now in front of him, he looked at it.

"May I," he politely asked being cautious considering what happened last time. You nodded without saying anything. He delicately stroked down your tail, it shined and glimmered.

"Your fur is so pretty," he said looking up at you, shocked seeing you looking down and, ears lowered.

You were glad he couldn't see you blushing through the fluff.

"I thought you were gonna...get rid of me.

He was shocked that you thought that, especially because of this.

Before he could answer, you started crying again, and quickly grabbed him, making him yelp, and shoved him into your chest. You were bigger than him when you were in your human-ish form and now that you were in your wolf form that was a bit bigger you were definitely bigger than him. You crossed your legs and he was sitting there in between them looking up at you. Your tail wrapped around your legs, tightening the space in between them. Caine was in a sea of fur.

"You know how you look?" you said no longer crying and getting a bit more confident.

Caine shook his head eyes wide looking up at your golden orbs. You smiled showing your 42 sharp teeth.

"Adorable"

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That’s it, I hope you liked it ✨

[sneakertin]

if anyone is still interested in the bounty hunter tentoo au, here's my huge little ramble about it!! it's a bit wild. sorry not sorry.

also, there's some more details in this post, in case anyone missed it.

and here's a couple of sketches, of course^^

ok so. when tentoo finally finds thirteen and yaz it's almost like an episode-style kinda story with him as the villain of the week, simply because i think in this format. after he has his hysterical little explanation of everything that's happened the doctor is visibly traumatized and yaz is profoundly concerned. predictably, he tries to kill the doctor(but not yaz). they manage to get away, and now she has to tell yaz about who tentoo is. she basically sits her down like a grandpa and tells her the entire long ass story. reasonably, yaz has very conflicting emotions about him. yes, his story is heartbreaking and all, but he does want to murder the woman she loves?? anyway. tentoo soon finds them again. he's a very tough enemy, maybe one of the toughest the doctor has ever met. he spent years preparing for their confrontation, he has her memories and her mind, her thought process. not only that, he knows all her weak spots and all her insecurities(he's a bit like the master in that respect). at first it seems like he's always a step ahead of them, but that soon changes. after all, he is extremely mentally unstable. he has been running on spite for the last ~15 years, and the doctor is much older than when they last met. he may have her memories, but she had plenty of time to gain new ones, to become wiser. this goes on for a while, tom and jerry kinda shit, but tentoo looses in the end.

also, there's this little scene where he stumbles upon the tardis while chasing the doctor and yaz. he sees her, stops dead in his tracks. he hasn't even realised how much he missed her. he approaches slowly and feels a faint presence in his mind. his telepathy is very weak, his time sense practically gone. he leans his forehead against the door and tardis welcomes him. he almost cries. that's the first friendly telepathic contact he's had in years. he feels at peace as he reaches for the door handle and.. it doesn't open. he tries again. she doesn't want him there, he realises. anger rises in him. he kicks the door.

"Oh, I see how it is. You want to protect her. You know that I'm going to hurt the Doctor. I mean, of course you do. I don't know what I was expecting."

he gives her one final, longing look before leaving.

initially, he dies during their battle. killed by his own weapon or something like that. it's all very dramatic and tragic, he forgives the doctor right before dying and asks her to live the life he couldn't. she gives him a gallifreyan funeral. she and yaz hold hands as they watch his body burn. the doctor has a strong sense of deja vu.

BUT then i thought that i don't want this story to end so soon because i need something to think about during the day, and i'm not ready to let go of this au yet. so, i made tentoo travel with thirteen and yaz!! this doesn't make much sense but it's fun so i don't care. the doctor feels insane amounts of guilt over tentoo and she desperately wants to make it better(it's a rather selfish decision, very typical of the doctor). and tentoo probably just realises that the doctor is not nearly as evil as he thought all those years. meeting her in the flesh reminded him of when he was her, of the fact that he never did anything out of any malice and yet people still blamed him for the things that weren't his fault. he's completely burned out, all the fight leaves him. on a subconscious level he just wants some company, wants to travel properly again. and after all the shit he went through, the doctor is probably the only person who can understand him. so, to his own surprise, he agrees. yaz is not too excited about bringing a serial killer aboard, but she sees the potential in him.

their battle was messy. his spaceship is destroyed, and it feels like the end of an era. they walk back to the tardis in silence, there's rubble all around them.

he realises, as he stands in front of the blue box, that he's trading one stolen spaceship for another. that brings a laugh out if him and yaz gives him a weird look. by that point, the doctor is nearly vibranting with excitement.

"Ready to see what she looks like?"

right, the tardis must have redecorated. he nods. the door makes a familiar creak as he takes a step forward. his jaw drops.

"Oh, you gorgeous!!"

he rushes ahead and moves around the console, touching the corals and admiring their colours. yaz is a bit shocked at his surge of enthusiasm. he seems so... doctor-like, she thinks. yes, his smile is manic and his eyes are filled with pain. his face is marked with a scar and there's nothing but an empty space where his right hand used to be. but in that moment, he is human.

slowing down, he runs his fingers along some buttons with a solemn expression. he lifts his gaze up at the moving column.

"I'm sorry for kicking you. You were doing the right thing and I... I was just upset that you didn't let me in. You understand, don't you?"

the tardis makes a low, gentle noise. he smiles.

"I missed you too, old girl."

he startles a bit when the doctor approaches from behind.

"I take it you like her new look." she laughed, awkward. "Erm, listen, I wanted to ask... About your name. Or, the lack of one. We couldn't very well keep calling you the instantaneous two-way biological metacrisis, could we? Now that you're not trying to kill me anymore, you could be the Doctor ag-"

"No!" he blurted, suddenly. "I mean, I... I don't wanna be you. I'm not you." she stared at him, open mouthed. "I think I wanna be my own person now. Fresh start, you know? Not the Doctor, not the Verisian Slayer or whatever it was that they called me." he looked lost, scared by the thought of his own future, but determined.

"That's the spirit!" she grinned and slapped him on his back. he grimaced. "Sorry. Anyway, we still need to come up with a name for you! How about good old John Sm-"

"Absolutely not!"

"Alright. John Handy?"

"Be careful, I might change my mind about not trying to kill you. By the way, you owe me a new hand." he angrily flapped his empty sleeve at yaz. she raised her hands in defence, laughing. she felt a bit guilty now, for nicking and breaking it earlier that day. oh, what a mad day that was.

"I'll make you a one! Back on the topic, how about James? You know, like Jamie Mccrimmon."

his shoulders sagged and she saw his eyes fill with memories of an old friend.

"Yeah, I think I like that."

...

AHEM!! got a bit carried away there. this thing nearly turned into a fic, but i'm not a writer so it's probably very messy. i don't wanna pull the "english is my second language" card so i'll just apologise for the ungodly amount of grammatical nonsense. sorry.

ANYWAY, they start traveling together and it's literally the most dysfunctional friendship ever. you may be thinking: "how is this gonna work? are they just gonna forget about the fact that james spent the last ten years killing people left and right?" well, he can't be any worse than the master, right? but he is a very troubled character and he spends a lot of time trying to recover from everything that's happened. the doctor and yaz are there for him all the while.

as for their relationship... basically, the doctor is very protective of james. as i said earlier, she feels directly responsible for what happened, even tho he doesn't really blame her anymore.

also, damn. that name change is very sudden, isn't it? i still can't tell if it's cringe or not. but i don't want him to go back to being the doctor, so it's not like there's any other options. the way it works is that he doesn't actually reject his past. has the memories of being the doctor and even tho he didn't actually live through them, to him it feels like he did. he was the doctor up to a certain point and then he became an entirely new person, albeit with a mutual past with her. he finally embraces his humanity. during their travels he is surprised at how refreshing it is to be in the role of the companion, to not be the doctor anymore. he no longer feels the weight of all the responsibilities and expectations that come with that bearing that name. people no longer blame him for every little thing gone wrong, for the most part. he's relieved to feel that kind of freedom, but at the same time he feels sorry for the doctor who is still being treated like that, and probably always will be. tho he is faced with his own bad reputation occasionaly. someone recognised the doctor and james once and called them "the doctor and their personal assasin".

relationships, yes. james has no problems getting along with the doctor, for obvious reasons, but he and yaz take some time to get used to each other. in the end, they bond in a way that i can't really explain. he sees right through yaz, and it kinda freaks her out. he immediately recognises the exact kind of relationship she has with the doctor and oh boy, he turned himself into a fucking matchmaker. you'd think he'd be horrified at the prospect of the doctor falling in love with a human again, considering the massive trauma he has regarding this topic, but no. i guess that as a human he takes it much easier this time around. he is mortal, and so is yaz, and that kinda makes her seem less fragile to him.

OH!! i forgot to mention the little running gag i came up with. so, every now and again james gets his prosthetic broken, or stolen, or eaten or absolutely obliterated in the most unpredictable comedic way possible and he gets soooo mad every time. at one point they meet the pting again... you can guess what happens.

oh, i was also thinking about bringing jack into this whole mess because i'm obsessed with tenjack, but i'm still not sure about that. i was just wondering how different their relationship would be if the doctor was human. we already know that jack loves the doctor and will probably never stop. but james doesn't have much of his time lord senses left now and therefore he wouldn't be able to feel jack's "wrongness". moreover, he spent years with barely any human connection and now he's desperate for it. most importantly, the majority of the doctor's relationship hang ups are based on their immortality, and guess what!! james doesn't have that anymore. he's not the doctor, he's changed, but he still has the memories. jack is still his friend. with nothing holding james back, i truly think he would be able to return jack's feelings. or maybe I'm thinking to much about it. maybe i just everyone to be gay, who knows?? i honestly don't know just how weird it would be if they were together but, my god, i just want them both to have some comfort, something that goes farther than friendship.

anyway, jack joins the dysfunctional trio post revolution of the daleks(for him) so he already knows thirteen and yaz. you can imagine his shock when he sees james. james is no less surprised. a wave of insecurity hits him and he immediately tries to explain to jack that he's not who he thinks he is. that's he's not really the doctor, that's he's that weird little guy who grew out of The Hand. jack hears his words, but goes for a hug anyway. james sighs in relief. at least he doesn't have to deal with rejection again. he's also startled to realise that jack doesn't feel wrong anymore. it's supposed to be a bad thing: his mind can no longer sense the timelines. but instead of panicking about it, he just chooses to relax in his friend's embrace. the doctor looks at them, and smiles.

...

aaaand that's all i have for now!! when i tell you i nearly died trying to convert all my loose thoughts into a semi-comprehensible text. you a real soldier if u read all that. hope you enjoyed<3

[kneelingshadowsalome]

How special is reader actually in Just Friends? im dying i’m so jealous 😭

Welll my dear!

König in this fic is a bit of a nympho. There's just no denying it. This man gets high on killing and he gets high on sex...

...which is why he hasn't been exactly what one would call a chaste, proper gentleman, and why he has some experience. Because even with that crazy pervy attitude there's always people who want to bang this giant (not side-eyeing anyone here in this room or myself in the mirror or anything like that).

So yes, this man has tried to get pussy since day one, and because he is what he is, hasn't gotten but a crumb or two (just imagine the growing fury and bitterness of this man, who looks like a god but is a demon inside, when he doesn't get what he needs 🙄). This poor lunatic has done his all to get anything he can ‐ which is close to nothing but just enough to bless him with the knowledge of the location of clitoris. Now this sounds pretty desperate, right? It is. I mean, this guy probably has a sex toy or two in his room (probably takes a portable fleshlight on longer missions too, JFC) because he's just never satisfied and women generally avoid him like the plague.

But when it comes to reader... Let's start by saying that König has never stalked anyone like that (lmao what a compliment!). Also he is true to his word in that he has never stolen another lady's underwear before. He's just that crazy about the reader. He tries his all to be more civil so he doesn't blow it with her, while at the same time, he's losing his fucking mind (so innocent and sweet and looking at him and his pretty knives like that?? He simply can't handle that shit).

Also the inherent and learned sexism in this man makes him think women shouldn't go to war because it's not *proper* and he would never even think of gifting a weapon to a lady, let alone one of his precious knives. Even showing his collection is too much – it's equal to baring his soul to someone.

But reader? She gets multiple invites to his crazy man cave full of weapons. Also, taking her to the range, letting her play with his big guns is not only a super special treat but also a sign of König being head.over.heels. for her.

Without knowing it, König has always searched for that special someone to be crazy with. And reader is the first to elicit any real feelings in him, tbh. That's a huge deal. Like he said in the end, he would do anything for her. Also instead of a fleshlight he now carries reader's panties in his pocket on missions. Calls them his lucky charm, too.

And sex with reader gains almost a spiritual level as we see at the end of chapter 4. It's not just sex anymore. Aftercare and cuddles are something this man has pretty much avoided, has been a bit 'meh' about, but with reader it all comes naturally because he wants to take care of her. He can't keep his paws off because she's so adorable and squishable.

And the reason why he tried to leave reader alone after days of trying to woo her back? Not because he dropped her like a toy that's not working anymore, but because he actually respected and loved her so much he didn't want to hurt her. (Also I'm staying with my hc that König is someone who tells a person he loves them after they've known each other for like two weeks. Cringe, but cute.)

I don't know if this cured any jealousy or made it worse 🥲 but trust me when I say reader is incredibly special 💘

[themultifandomgal]

Hey, can you do a peaky blinder headcannon where the reader is the second youngest shelby but is really close with John shelby so she is basically John and esmes daughter. She's always around them and won't leave their side. They are both so protective of her as she's always happy and kind. She's really close with esme and she looks up to her like a mother figure and esme looks at her like a daughter.

Sister Shelby- John And Esme Pt1

Here you go. Hope you like it. Also might do a part 2 to this!

YN Shelby, the second youngest Shelby child. Only being a year older than her younger brother.  When John and Esme married YN seemed to be over at their house more so than her own, so much that YN would often stay over at her brother and sister in laws house. As YN had no mother Esme soon became a mother figure. Teaching YN about her first period, going through her first relationship and breakup, giving her the 'talk' and most importantly loving her. John also became like a father to her eventually vetting the guy YN would in the end fall in love with and marry. He would even walk her down the aisle.

12 Years Old

"John I'm here!" you runs through the door of her brothers house "John?" You stop when you realises the house is quiet, to quiet. Where could everyone be? "John? Esme?"

"Upstairs love" Esme shouts from upstairs. You run up the stairs, bumping into John the way up

"We have a surprise for you" your eyes widen as does the smile gracing your face "come with me" you follow John to the spare room, the door closed "ok close your eyes" you do as he says. After hearing the door open and John telling you to open them you see a newly decorated room

"Oh my god"

"This is your bedroom"

"Mine?" You ask confused

"Yes yours. You spend half your life here so we thought we'd make a space for you. What do you think?"

"I love it thank you" you give both John and Esme a hug

"Aunt Polly said that you can live here with us, that's if you want?" John nervously asks

"Yes!" You yell "I love you both so much"

"We love you too YN"

13 Years Old

At 13 years old you woke up to blood on your bedsheets. White bedsheets. Quickly gathering the bloody sheets you quietly take the sheets and place them in the sink hoping to wash out the stain. But when you realise that the stain isn't coming out you start to panic. Esme just put these sheets on fresh, then the panic to why you bled sets in. What's going on. That's when Esme catches you

"What are you doing?"

"Esme. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened and I don't know why. I didn't know what to do" Esme walks over to you and looks in the sink

"Oh honey. You've started your monthly"

"Huh?"

"You know. Your bleed"

"My bleed?"

"Bloody hell hasn't anyone told you?" You give her a shrug.

"I have brothers not sisters and aunt Polly hasn't said anything" you reply feeling embarrassed

"Ok don't worry. I'll clean this up and put some fresh sheets on"

"I'm sorry"

"It's ok. Don't apologies" Esme takes over from me and starts to clean the bedsheets "do you have any pains?"

"No" you shake your head

"Ok well if you do, let me know and I'll get a hot bottle for you"

"Thank you Esme"

"It's ok"

15 Years Old

Your first boyfriend was hidden from your brothers, but Esme knew. She knew everything and kept it from her husband knowing he will kick off. But when your boyfriend broke up with you, the first people you went to were Esme and John. You walk through the door wiping the tears and snot on your sleeve

"YN? What happened?"

"He broke up with me"

"What?" Esme is up in no time and wraps her arms around you

"You had a boyfriend?" John asks confused and angry "why didn't you tell me? Who the fuck was he? Did he fucking hurt you? I'm gonna fucking kill him"

"John, not the time" Esme scolds John as she strokes your hair

"Im sorry. Come here" you pull away from Esme and run to John who holds you close. He places a kiss on your head "whoever this guy is, he doesn't know what's he's missing. One day you'll fall in love and marry a decent man. You'll have a nice house a good job and kids"

"Johns right. You have to kiss a few frogs before you find your Prince" Esme giggles referring to one of my favourite books that we used to read together

"It sucks"

"I know, but soon you won't feel so sad. Promise" John and Esme once again hug you making you feel slightly better.

[moa-broke-me]

Little 6 year old Jason finding a weird hole in the wolf house that wasn't there before.

Crawling down it and finding himself in the labyrinth.

He's afraid. He's separated from his pack, and he doesn't know how to get back.

He wanders the maze endlessly, subsisting off of whatever poor animals that find themselves down there. He's lonely. He's so, so, so lonely, and scared.

Juno helps him on occasion, even sending him a small cake once a year on his birthday, but he grows up without hardly anyone for company.

Until, after six cakes, he crosses paths with another human boy. Looks about his age, too. His older sister taught him a few words, but he rarely had to use them until now. His voice is scratchy and unaccustomed to them, his tongue awkward in his mouth, but he's so excited that he tries anyway. "Hel... lo...?" He asks, not sure if he's doing it right. He doesn't understand why there's a whole word for that.

His eyes widen. "Um... Hi."

He crawls around him, sniffing at his feet, trying to get to know him.

Alarmed, the new boy steps back. "What are you doing!? Stop!"

Jason doesn't understand 'what are you doing', but he does understand 'stop'. He remembers, flashes of his old life, before the wolves.

Mama.

He winces, tears pricking at his face as he sits back, awaiting the hit that would surely come. He was bad. Bad boys got hit. They got bit, they got clawed, they got swatted away from the kill and left to curl up in the dirt with an aching belly.

"... What are you doing?"

That question again, that he doesn't understand, but said softer this time. Jason looks up at him and mimes hitting himself in the head, unable to find the words to explain.

The boy's eyes widen. "You... Thought I was gonna hit you?"

Jason didn't understand everything, but he caught 'you' and 'I' and 'hit' and another 'you' at the very end. It seemed to be a question... 'I hit you?' like 'is that what I need to do?'

Jason blinked away his tears, hoping the stranger would forgive him for his pathetic display, and nodded. Yes, he's been bad. He needs to be punished.

He got on his knees, hands up in surrender. "I'm not gonna hit you. I don't want you to sniff me again, but I'm not gonna hurt you."

Jason looked up at him, tilting his head. "... No... Hit?"

He shook his head. "No. No hit. But no sniff either, ok?"

Jason whined. "No sniff?"

"No, it's weird."

Jason was getting frustrated with how many words he doesn't know. He lets out a low growl.

The boy sighs. "I don't even know why I'm doing this. I don't even know your name... What is your name?"

The only important word he understood was 'name'. He remembered glimpses of Juno, holding him, carrying him to the wolf house, and calling him... Something. J... Jay...

"... Ja... son..." He guesses.

"Jason? Your name is Jason?"

He nodded, smiling. A purely human trait, wolves don't smile. "Jason." He repeated, with more confidence now.

The boy smiled back, just the tiniest bit. "My name is Nico. Are you alone?"

"Ni... Co..." He repeated thoughtfully. "... Alone?" He asked. He didn't know what that meant.

Nico paused. "... Like... You don't have any people with you."

"No... People..." Jason thought, and then nodded. He knew what people were, and he didn't see any. He hasn't seen any in years, not really. Sometimes the rooms had paintings of people, but that didn't count. "... No. No people. And no pack. Alone."

"Pack? Like a wolf pack?"

"M-hm. No pack in... Six."

"Six what?"

He reaches into the pockets of his pants, which were caked with dirt and tight against the growth of his body, and pulled out the candles he collected from Juno's cakes, which he used to keep track of how much time had passed.

Nico sucked in a little gasp. "Is that... Years, are you trying to tell me?"

Jason wasn't sure how much time a year was, but he nodded.

"Oh, poverino..." He breathed. "Is that how long you've been down here?"

Jason nodded again.

Nico whined. "That's a long time."

Jason nodded. "... Are you alone?" He asked, mimicking Nico.

Nico sighed. "Yes. Not as long as you, but yes."

Jason whined and laid his head on Nico's thigh. "Not alone now."

Nico bristled at the contact, but didn't jerk away. "... Yeah. Me either."

[securitywaiter]

Aftonverse (Good Route)

Reposting from my personal blog to this one >~<

CREDIT TO @swingitshakeitmoveitmakeit FOR THE IDEA

Concept: Since MatPat says his name is Afton in the FNAF Musical, what if that applied to Ness? What if he were Vanessa's brother?

After the Bite of '83, Mrs. Afton divorces William. She tells him, "You get one. Vanessa or Nestor?" William chooses to keep Vanessa, as she's the younger of the two, and he doesn't want her to get hurt like [Crying Child]. So, Ness goes with his Mom, and for the next 17 years, he knows nothing about Freddy's, or his father and sister.

When he moves back into town, he notices that Freddy's is abandoned.

This prompts him to start digging, to scour public records and interview the locals about what happened to Freddy's, and the restaurant's owners. Well, one of them committed, and the other... no one's sure. All we know is that he moved out of town, and that was the last time we saw him after those kids went missing at Freddy's.

Ness hears this and IMMEDIATELY latches onto it, using it as his lead to delve even deeper into the restaurant's history. He starts an online blog, documenting all of his knowledge about Freddy's, secretly hoping someone out there cares. He has yet to get into contact with his sister.

One day, a man walks into the diner that Ness works at, followed by a young girl, no older than 8 at the most. They find a booth, and Ness notices the Freddy's keychain hanging out from the man's pocket. His vest has the word "SECURITY" written on it.

There's a new employee at Freddy's.

Ness does his usual waiter routine, before asking the man about his job.

"How... how do you know I work there?" The man asks, genuinely confused.

Ness shrugs. "Freddy and I have some history behind us. If you don't mind me asking; what's your name?"

"Mike," the security guard answers. "Mike Em- um, Schmidt." He warily eyes the girl across the table from him. They know something that they don't want Ness in on.

Ness pauses. "Nice to meet you. Ness Afton," he says, and shakes Mike's hand. "I'll be back with your drinks."

The next day, Ness snoops around the old Freddy's place, doing his best not to trigger any alarms or set off any security measures still active. One day, he finds himself in a storage room, and tucked away on a shelf, hidden under a tarp, is a strange black-and-white animatronic. Ness pulls it out to inspect it.

It's the Security Puppet. Marionette.

Ness quickly shoves it under his coat and hurries on out. He's just hit the jackpot---there's nothing else he needs from Freddy's.

Over the course of the next week, he observes the puppet, how its eyes light up silver every night. Ness presumes the battery still has some residual charge, in the same way that talking kid's toys sometimes go off randomly in the night.

The next week, it stops. It's gone completely inactive.

Ness decides to go back to Freddy's, now that Marionette isn't active. As he drives by it, though, he sees that the building is in shambles. He wonders what happened over the past week. His subconscious connects the puppet's activity to the restaurant's current state.

Ness decides to go in.

The building is completely ruined, and most definitely unsafe. But something catches his eye, one of the drawings on the picture wall.

An evil yellow rabbit, bloody knife in one hand, surrounded by five dead children.

Like the five missing children... a yellow rabbit, like his father's suit. Ness drops his flashlight in shock.

His father killed the missing children.

"You figured it out."

Ness whips around. Behind him stands a little boy, around the age of 5. How did he get in here?

"Who are you?" Ness asks, carefully picking up his flashlight.

"That doesn't matter," the boy says. "Can you bring me back? I promised Mike I'd keep them safe."

Ness thinks for a moment. He hasn't taken anyone.

Oh.

Marionette.

Ness nods. "Yes, I-- yes," he answers, and the boy smiles.

"Thank you," he says. He then runs off, hiding behind the stage's curtain.

Ness hurries out of the deteriorating restaurant, all the way back home, and collects the Puppet, quickly returning him to his rightful place.

On stage, with all his friends.

Ness can see a little blond boy smile at him from inside the restaurant as he drives away.

Maybe he should track down that Mike guy.

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Brother & Bestie: The Roy Problem

Summary: Still keeping a secret from your bestie your new fuck buddie tries to solve the problem.

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Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+, edging, fingering, piv, blackmail.

The First Time

"Dick, you still haven't told me what you're going to do about Roy. What if he tells Jay? We're fucked," you start to pace around your kitchen, "we'll I'm fucked. Not like he's going to kill his brother." You sigh, planting your head on the kitchen counter.

"I'm handling it. Don't stress yourself over it," he leans down, kissing into your hair, "it'll be fine," his hands wrap around your middle pulling you up to hug you from behind, "I gotta go. Stay here and try not to spiral okay."

"I'll try, but I make zero promises."

"Good girl," he steps towards the door checking his phone, but just as he's about to leave he turns to face you, "and Pet, if he was to find out from Roy. I'd be in way more trouble than you." He shuts the door leaving you to reel in that statement until he gets back.

Xx

"Mr Harper, take a seat." Dick smirks at the younger man.

"What is this Grayson? You trying to intimidate me?" Roy tries to sound confident, but it comes across as the opposite.

"Nope, just wanted to talk."

"About what?"

"Exactly. Nothing. I just wanted to show you something." He opens his laptop, a file sitting on it labeled Harper's Harpies. "Thought you might want to see this."

"What is this? Blackmail? Didn’t think you’d sink this low."

"No, I just wanted to remind you that you did things that maybe you weren't proud of and that maybe you'd like Little Wing not to know about."

"You're not proud of her? Should be, you know Jay told me about the talk you guys had."

"Which talk was that?"

"When he asked you not to fuck her. To keep that fuckboy dick of yours in your pants. Don't know why he hasn't noticed yet, how long has it been going on?"

"None of your business."

"So you are fucking her."

"Look Roy," he leans down on the table, "I don't care if Jay knows. But she does, so I am asking you not to tell him." He changes tactics, knowing how the outlaws feel about you, "I know you guys have your banter, but you wouldn't do this to her would you?"

"Using her to save your skin? Not very classy Grayson."

"Blackmail didn't work, so yeah. She is though, she thinks he'll kill her."

"Kill you more like."

"You think I don't know that?” he runs his hands through his dark hair, “Please just keep it to yourself."

"Do you love her?"

"What a question." He sits down, resting his head in his hands. Dick sighs, does he love you? He could, he sees it when he goes to sleep at night. But what is this to you? He doesn't know.

"You're scared, I get it." Roy stands, "We’ve been friends a while and I love you, man. I won’t tell him, but you should. Keeping this going in secret isn’t good for anyone. Just promise me you’ll delete this and think long and hard about what you’re going to do and we're even."

"Didn’t think you cared about Jay seeing it?”

“I don’t, but I still don’t want it floating around.”

“Thank you." Dick clicks delete on the file, then looks up from his hands to see the pitying look on Roy's face as he opens the front door.

"I’m not doing it for you.” he pauses one foot already out of the door, “And Grayson,"

"Yeah."

"If you hurt her, even slightly as badly as Asami did. You will get twice the punishment," He slams the door and leaves Dick to dwell on his feelings.

Xx

"What happened? What did he say? Is he going to tell him?" You swarm Dick with questions as he comes through your  door.

"Told ya I'd sort it, but Pet-" he's cut off when you jump into his arms, yours wrapping around his neck as your legs hold you close to him.

"Thank you, thank you," you liter his face with kisses. His hands sink into your ass grinding you down onto his cock.

"We should talk, I need to"

"Later, please. Please Dick."

"Okay Pet, later." His fingers slip under your dress, pulling your panties to the side, "you need me now don't you?"

"Yes, right now." 

"So needy for me," he pushes your back into the wall, his fingers flicking through your pussy stopping to rub at your clit, "so desperate for my touch," his face pushes into your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh, "my pretty little pet. You've been such a good girl for me. You deserve a reward."

"Please," your nails dig into his back, gripping his shirt and pulling it over his head, "want to feel your skin."

"Hmm, smart girl. Clean these for me." He shoves his fingers in your mouth and when he's satisfied he pulls your dress up over your head, "no bra, Pet? Fuck, you really are perfect," his lips seal around your nipple while your hands fiddle with the button on his jeans, "there's no rush, let me take my time with you. I'll make you feel so good." His fingers thrust back into you, his teeth biting down on your nipple while his tongue flicks over it.

"Yes, fuck." You dress down onto him, your tit pressing out into his face. You can feel your release edging closer, your pussy clenching on his fingers while your tits tingle in his mouth.

"Can feel you getting close Pet," he mumbles his kisses moving up your body, "don't you cum."

"But you said you-"

"I promise to make you feel good. Trust me," his voice now in your ear, "do you trust me?"

"Really? Aladdin? Right now?"

"Stopped you from cumming didn't I?"

"Yes. You dick."

Grayson laughs, pulling his fingers from you and starting to walk down the hall towards your bedroom.

He drops you on the bed and drops his pants almost as fast. "Bring that pretty pussy to me, Pet." His fingers dig into your thighs, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. His face is buried in your pussy as he starts to lick you up. 

"Fuck, give a girl a chance."

"No Pet. No chance," he smiles into your pussy before slowing down, his lips pressing their way into your inner thigh, "do you want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop."

"And your safewords?"

"Lance Tucker." You start to thrust up into his face.

"Good Pet," his tongue licks at you, laps at you, his fingers slipping inside you, "I know your body so well, Pet." His fingers split, spreading you open, and holding your cunt apart, "better than even you."

"Di- fuuc- I. AHhh." 

"Like that noise means you're going to cum soon."

Your hands fist the sheets your heels digging into nothing as you try and find leverage go push your pussy further into dicks face, "dick, more, I need-"

"I know exactly what you need, Pet," he mumbles into you, "you need to hold it."

"Yes, I can-"

"I want you to want it" he starts to suck on your clit and when your pussy starts to pulse around him he stops, "I want you to want me."

"I do."

"Do you want me or do you just wanna cum?" His breath grazes over you, his finger just toying with you, "be honest."

"I want you to make me cum." you pant, squirming in the sheets as he climbs over you, crowding you into the mattress.

"That's a great answer, Pet. Because why?"

"Noone can make me cum like you can."

"Fucking right." Dick hoists your legs up over his shoulders,  bending you in half as he kisses you deeply, "and Pet." His cock parts you, teasing you so bad it makes you shiver.

"Dick," you grab at his face, pulling his down down a deep kiss.

"Noone takes my cock as well as you." He shoves himself inside you grinding his pelvis down onto yours, his cock making you feel so full and fuck, you're so close already.

"Dick, if you don't stop that i-"

"I know, Pet. I can feel it." 

"Fufk, can you, stop."

"No, I want it all." He grinds down harder, "all your cum," his nails dig into your thighs, his lips stealing another kiss, "it's mine Pet." You feel his cock throb inside you, "give it to me," he bites down on your lip, growling into your mouth, "give all of yourself to me."

"Ah, fukdk dick, I hwhs-" you moan a jumble of words that gets lost as your brain starts to melt and your legs start to chase. You can feel your pussy sucking dicks cock in, feel it hitting ao deep inside you and when he bites you again you lose your mind as you shatter underneath him.

He doesn't stop, instead changing movement to slam his hips into you. "Fuck, you take it so well," he drops your legs wrapping them around his hips, "draw me in, Pet." His hand holds your face, "look at me," you try but your eyes are so close to just rolling away to space, "stay here," he kisses you as if to keep your mind on this plane, "stay with me, Pet. Don't float away on me."

"I'm here," you flutter your lashes, trying to focus on those pretty blue eyes staring down onto you.

"Good girl, stay with me," he continues to pound into you, fucking you so full. But you keep your eyes on him and fuck if his smiles doesn't make this harder, make you want to cum harder, make you want to take him every moment of every day, "you’re doing so well for me, Pet."

Your hands grip at his shoulders as your back starts to lift from the mattress and he hits so deep within you. His cock throbs inside you, his Pacing becoming erratic as he changes his release inside you. It's so fucking hot the way he uses you like this, like you're his own little fuck toy, "Dick, I'm getting close again."

"Just let it out," he moans, "let all of it out and I'll follow you."

You pull him down for another  kiss, your legs tightening around him and holding him so hard that he can barely move his hips to fuck you. "Fuck Dick," you fuck up onto him, pushing him further and deeper inside you.

"Yes, yes let. Fuck- I can feel it, you. God-" your cunt pulses and clenches down so hard on him, your body goes into full shakes as you cum on him. The sight of you losing yourself like this sends Dick over the edge and he cums so hard that his muscles tense and he collapses on top of you. Your legs are still holding him deep inside.

"Fuck, Dick. You ok?" You ask, your pussy still twitching around him.

"Hmm, sleepy. Are you alright?" He sits up, giving you space to breathe and inspecting the marks on your thigh, "do they hurt?"

"No. I like the sting.".

"Course ya do. Little degenerate." He pulls out of you, rolling onto his side and pulling you up to him and kissing your forehead.

"That was kind of intense." You angle into him, squirming at the cum dripping from you.

"Intense bad?"

"Just new. Any reason for that?"

"Maybe, maybe I just think you needed a treat. My pretty pet." He angles your face up so he can give you a sweet kiss.

"And Roy?" You finally ask.

"Let's not talk about hmHarper right now. Can we just cuddle in peace?"

"I guess. But we will talk about it, right?"

"Yeah," he pulls the comforter up over the both of you, "later."

[lyrenminth]

Quiet love 3/?

The things went down from there. You avoided him more than ever while your grieved your friendship and your unrequited love. It was a big loss, so much that you asked money from your parents for a deposit. You contacted the external friend Lydia told you about, and she was looking for a roommate. Her name was Grace and she sounded kind by the phone. You didn't thought it was so bad. Since Justin was preparing for the games he was busy but you could tell he was avoiding you too and that hurt you even more. You stopped having dinner together and it was more like you hiding in your room or arriving late.

When you saw him, you were polite and distant.

The dynamic was killing you inside.

You started packing your things when Grace told you the previous roomate was leaving. You signed the lease to secure your exit. It was time to put your big girl pants.

One day your mom video called you, and she was worried.

"You don't feel comfortable in his house?" she asked.

"It's not that...I need my space. I can't be living in his house forever, mom" you explained. She bite her lip. "Please, respect my decisions"

"That's ok, but I don't want you to go homeless"

You laughed. "Don't worry about that"

"Holly wanted to talk to you" she lowered his voice. "She is worried about Justin"

You felt as if someone was throwing a bucket of cold water on you.

"Why?"

"Justin hasn't answer any calls or messages from anyone since a week ago. She didn't want to panic because the NFL is rough but that's a lot of time. And since you are living with him she wanted you to check on him" your mom explained. "Maybe the stress of the game is taking a toll on him"

You blinked. The Chargers weren't exactly winning but it wasn't that bad. They had a good record.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm going to check on him"

"And how you are doing, darling?"

You smiled through the pain.

"Good I like my new job" you started "And California is great, I meet..."

You told your mom everything about the courses and your discoveries, but you mind was on Justin.

When you finished the call, you sent him a message. He was traveling for an away game so it was less likely to answer you but you tried anyway.

Hello

Your mom is worried bout you.

Be a good son and send her a message pls

For your suprise, he replied within minutes. It was ten pm.

I'll do

Thank you

The three dots appeared, and you looked at the screen expecting something but after a couple of seconds it stopped. And you heart broke more.

Losing a friend fucking sucks.

***

On Sunday, Justin got injured during the game. So you were worried about him and decided to stay a couple of days just to see how he was doing. You told Grace and Lydia about delaying moving in.

You were doing a favor to Holly and Mark while they arrived to L.A. His manager, Ashley was in the house at times too. You met a lot of people from his world. Coaches, therapists and assistants.

You realize how important he was for the team.

They always looked at you in surprise then look at Justin like saying "Who's this chick?" it was uncomfortable, but he never told them you were his friend or his lover either. You were just Y/N.

You made him breakfast often. The doctor was optimistic about the injury, he could move and do many things, but he was grumpy most of the time. Being out of the game was one of the things he hated the most. You helped him to stand up and drive him to the facility for his therapy.

"If you need something send me a message" you said, he was in the kitchen eating breakfast.

"Thank you"

"You welcome"

His eyes were speaking but you couldn't decipher the words.

"The boxes...are you leaving?" he struggled to say.

Did he checked your room? Why? Why does he always act like he cares?

"Yeah, I found a nice aparment"

"I- well, were you comfortable here?" his expression was unreadable.

"Yes, thank you for letting me stay" you grabbed your bag and looked at the clock. "Ashley must be here at anytime. I should go to work, you can change your diaper yourself, right?" you joked.

The truth was the injury made you feel less angry with him. It didn't matter that he didn't want you back, you didn't like to see him suffer. He was still an important person in your life, no matter how painful was to look at him now.

And you promise in middle school to have each other's backs.

"Yes, I'm an expert now" he replied, following the joke. You lingered in your place for a couple of seconds, just to see if he said something, but nope. So you said goodbye and left the house.

When you arrive at noon, Holly and Mark were there. You were so happy to see them too.

"Oh, it is so nice to see you again" you hugged them, feeling relieved.

"Look at you" said Holly at your attire. A pencil skirt and a blazer, both in purple color "You look stunning"

That night you put your best act. Nobody could tell Justin and you weren't speaking to each other days ago. And you were glad to have more familiar faces around.

You were talking about your impressions of California, and Justin didn't speak so much. Maybe he wanted to rest since he looked tired.

"She found an apartment too" Justin added, and he sounded so bitter it made you frown.

Holly and Mark looked at you.

"Wow, it is expensive?" Mark asked.

"Not that expensive"

"Did Justin told you something?" Holly asked, looking at his son.

"Not, not at all. It was just time"

"I bet"

Justin was glaring at you, and you didn't understood why he was mad. Maybe he was feeling pain again. You didn't want to deal with his mood swings.

"You should go to sleep a little bit" you suggested, in a cold tone.

The rubbed his eyes and nodded.

"I'm tired" he sighed.

The mood shifted. You felt the tension in your spine and tried to rescue the night.

"Everyone must be tired" you said, standing up and picking up the plates. "You come from a long travel from Oregon" you said to Justin's parents "You better sleep a little bit"

His parents imitated you, but you noticed Mark side-eyed Justin with disapproval.

****

In the morning, you were preparing in your room for work when someone knocked your door.

It was Justin in all his splendor. Looking grumpy as ever.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure" you said without looking at him.

He got inside and closed the door.

"Are you parents up?" you asked, putting lipstick on in front of the mirror.

That morning you were feeling better. Justin's parents always put you in a good mood.

The boxes were still sealed in the corner of your room. When he didn't replied you turned around to look at him. He was fidgeting with the hem of his Nike shirt.

"Is everything alright?" you prompted.

"Yeah...no, no really" You tilted your head to one side, looking at him up and down. "I'm sorry"

The apology landed in a sore spot.

"For what?" you were using the profesional voice you use for clients. His behavior last night was unacceptable. Ridiculous.

"For lying to you" you frowned "I know, I've always know but I was scared and I'm so sorry for being a coward. And for last night too, I was a douche"

"W-what are you talking about?" you asked, referring to the first part of his speech.

"I like you...I like you since highschool or even before, I don't know" he admitted, quickly.

You stopped breathing for a second, your organs melting inside your body.

"Why did you tell me you weren't sure?" you were cautious. At first you didn't believe him, you needed to prevent any type of miscommunication.

"Because I was scared" he explained, walking three steps toward you only to stop suddenly. You didn't move an inch "I...my lifestyle makes me feel like I can't be in a relationship, I'm busy all the time. I don't want you to feel neglected. It's just that...I wasn't ready for the change"

You studied his words and expression, he sounded and looked sincere.

He got closer again, reaching for you like a giant lost kid.

"Are you ready for the change now?" you asked, not processing completely what was happening.

"Yes, yes I am" he touched your shoulder, and you noticed he was shaking slightly. Poor Justin.

You grinned, standing on your tiptoes to hug him carefully. He hug you back, hiding his face on the curve of your neck.

"Justin, do-do you like me?" you wanted to hear him once again. Only to know you weren't dreaming. You looked at him "Is this happening?"

"Yes, I like you"

"Why do you decide to tell me now?"

"My dad sensed something was off and talked to me" he said "I just needed to hear it from someone I trust"

"Hear what?"

"What I'm losing by letting you go"

"I'm going to say thank you to him" he laughed. His expression morphed into something serious, desire. His pretty green eyes scanned your face for a sign, his eyes lingered on your lips. A silent plea. You leaned forward, and he tilt his head only to brush his lips against yours. The warm of his lips sent a shiver down your spine, and you put your hand on his chest to steady yourself. You could feel how fast his heart was beating. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered aggressively.

He did it again, only to make sure you weren't running away. In the third, his pretty mouth landed on yours, and you opened your lips. Kissing Justin felt right all the way. He was careful at the beginning, but as the time pass you needed more. You tongue search for his, and he gave you all you wanted. You fist his shirt, dragging him down to your height.

"Oh my god!" Holly's voice startled you both. You separate, your cheeks burning red. You glance at Justin who was looking the same. "I-I made breakfast, guys" she said, hiding a smile.

"Thanks, mom" Justin said in the most causal tone he could gather.

"I'll wait for you in the kitchen"

When she was gone, you touched your lips. Justin had lipstick on his lips too. You laughed and he looked at you confused.

"You look good with that tone" you said, looking for a wipe. He looked in your mirror and frowned. You gave him the wipe so he could clean himself.

The breakfast was kinda uncomfortable. Holly was trying to act cool, but you were nervous.

"Are you guys dating?" Mark asked, by looking at your face.

"Yes" Justin said, eating bacon.

His answer made you happy. Was this really happening? He sounded so confident about it.

"About time! I'm calling your mom!' announced Holly only to be stopped by Mark.

You knew your mom made some gestures toward Justin indicating her likeness for him as your partner, but you never expect Holly to like you too.

It was heart-warming.

"Once Justin is recovered you should go to the games, using his number and everything" Holly suggested. You were at some games before, wearing the colors of the team, but never official merchandise (you weren't the most fan) but the idea of being there as his partner was terrifying and exciting at the same time.

Justin looked at you with warmness in his eyes. And you swore he was the most beautiful man in the world.

The idea of dating him was the best.

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Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART IX

Link Part VIII

Summary:

In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell. For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments. As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.

Chapter 9: common sense

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Seilmon

Being a supreme judge wasn't easy. Much less being the president of the 5. Nor was it possible for him to know how many years he had been in that position, as his first days seemed very distant. After all, they had been created for this position. Maintaining balance and peace meant being indifferent to any sympathy. It meant making sacrifices and making tough decisions. Unfortunately, they were not exempt from making mistakes as many believed. He more than anyone knew that.

Despite this heavy burden on his shoulders, he had always maintained a youthful attitude and a very marked sense of humor that some described as childish. He also greatly enjoyed observing the events that unfolded in the different domains and predicting the various outcomes. It was much better than any soap opera!

That's why right now, in the sanctuary of his office and through a large crystal sphere, he attentively watched the journey of the esteemed minor judge, Victoria. So many things had happened in just two days! Unfortunately, his enjoyment was hindered by the arrival of one of his colleagues.

"Good day, Seilmon," Myram greeted him as he entered his office with his characteristic tough and serious voice.

"Myram!" he responded enthusiastically. "You've come at a great time. Look at this."

The supreme judge approached the transparent sphere and his serious expression was replaced by a look of complete surprise.

"Is that Victoria?" Myram said incredulously and a little annoyed. "Why on earth is she fighting with a sinner in the street?" His colleague watched the scene closely and grimaced when the junior judge took a blow to the face.

"And this is just the replay," Seilmon recounted as he changed the image in the sphere with subtle movements of his hands. "She's already displayed her powers in front of several witnesses. It's only a matter of time before her identity is revealed," Seilmon added with enthusiasm.

"WHAT?" his colleague responded furiously. "It hasn't even been a week."

"I know, and they've already tried to hurt her. I must admit, that was creative but very dramatic for my taste."

"How?!" Myram spoke again, trying to maintain composure.

"Oh well, they dropped a chandelier on her. Come on, Myram. Don't be dramatic. That wouldn't have killed her. It could have just left her injured. Besides, in the worst-case scenario, she would reappear here in Limbo again. Yes, sending her back to hell would be troublesome, involving a lot of paperwork and energy, but it's manageable."

"Seilmon," the woman spoke with contained frustration, furrowing her brow and placing a hand on her temple, "why would someone want to drop a chandelier on her? Who would want to harm her?"

"Oh, well. That little attempt wasn't specifically for her. That was a message for me, for all of us," he replied this time with a bit more seriousness, still keeping an eye on the sphere.

"This implies that someone already knows about the investigation into redemption, that we have one of our minor judges there. And they don't like it. It must be heaven."

"Don't jump to conclusions, Myram," he pointed out with a laugh. "There are several interests at play here. Believe me, making redemption a mass thing doesn't just affect heaven. The pieces are on the board. We just have to wait for this to unfold."

"What? Are you just going to sit there and do nothing? I knew this was a bad idea, Seilmon. I never agreed to send Victoria there, let alone with redemption, and you know that. However, I allowed you this whim under the condition that nothing happened to that girl," his colleague said seriously.

"Nothing is going to happen to her!" he assured her. "In fact, even an overlord is watching her very closely. Just watch as he carries her back to the hotel. Isn't it amazing? Fascinating."

"You call that carrying someone? But he's carrying her under one arm as if... as if she were a rolled-up rug... Are you sure that's Victoria? I can't see her face because she's covered by... a coat?" the supreme judge questioned incredulously.

"Yes, it 's her. Eh… Well, it's true that it's not the most delicate way to carry someone but... come on, he could have just left her there," he pointed out, shrugging.

"Is this a joke?" Myram responded, noticeably angry. "Seilmon. Have you already forgotten what happened with Aody and Dagmar? I don't want history to repeat itself. I refuse. I don't care if you and Débora want to live in the clouds with your fanciful vision of redemption. I won't allow something like that to happen again, no matter the cost."

"Myram..." Seilmon sighed with a hint of weariness. "I hear a lot of anger and resentment in your voice."

"And are you surprised? THEY'RE DEAD, Seilmon, DEAD! Don't you care?" Myram exclaimed without restraint.

"Myram, of course I care. I mourn for them as much as you do. But don't you also lament the death of the infernal involved?" he said with pain in his voice, trying to calm her down.

"Don't fuck with me!" the supreme judge exclaimed, walking angrily towards him and pointing a finger. "That bastard got what he deserved. He brought it upon himself. No. That wretch is not worthy of my compassion. He's the guilty one. You're the pathetic ones who prefer to forgive and forget rather than demand justice for Aody and Dagmar. Hell never answered for their deaths, their murders!"

"The Limbo didn't answer for what happened either. Besides, hell suffered many losses too. Myram, I've always admired your passion and thirst for justice, but you must learn that things aren't always so simple."

"That the Limbo didn't answer? From that day on, we became nothing, decorative figures. We lost everything."

"Myram," he sighed again, "Look, I promise you nothing will happen to Victoria. Do you hold her in esteem because you share that passionate temperament?"

"No," the supreme judge replied, turning her back. "She's much cooler-headed than me. But she's the only one who has the balls to tell me when I'm wrong. Besides, she's one of the special ones."

"I see," he responded, looking back at the crystal sphere. "I suppose she is indeed a peculiar soul," he whispered with a slight laugh.

"What did you mean when you said heaven isn't the only one affected by redemption?" his colleague questioned, pausing at the door.

"It's true that heaven doesn't have the best opinion of sinners and most don't even want to think about having them treading on their clean floors, even redeemed," he pointed out without taking his eyes off the sphere. "But also imagine what would happen to hell if suddenly their number of inhabitants significantly decreased. On the other hand, what incentive would sinners have to celebrate contracts if they could eventually ascend to heaven? Who would they sell drugs to? What would happen to the demand for weapons? And don't think that the Limbo is exempt from all this. Like you, there are several judges who don't believe in redemption. This could eventually lead to a segregation of beliefs which could lead us to serious conflicts. If we're not careful... I think you understand my point."

"So you suspect hell," the supreme judge concluded.

"Oh no, Myram," he replied, laughing. "I suspect everyone."

Vaggie

"Alright. I hope you're all ready to start the search. Angel, you're taking zone A with Husk," Vaggie said, pointing at a map covered in markings hanging on a wall in the hotel's entrance hall. "Charlie and I will go to zone B. Niffty, you'll stay here in case we have any news about the judge. Remember, if any of you find any sign of her whereabouts, you must immediately notify the other group through the walkie-talkies I'll give you," she continued, speaking with a firm and authoritative voice. "The most important thing in all of this is to remain unnoticed. We don't want to attract attention, and especially..." Her speech was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the main door slamming open. Vaggie immediately noticed the radio demon standing there, carrying the unconscious judge under one arm.

"Victoria!" Charlie exclaimed upon seeing the scene. "Alastor, what happened? We saw all the commotion caused by her honor on the news."

"Yeah, we're all wondering the same thing," Angel added, crossing two of his multiple arms. "I mean, what the hell, Alastor? Weren't you supposed to take care of her honor?"

"Is she unconscious?" Husk pointed out. "Ugh, I don't want to get more involved in this shit. This is bad."

"Oh come on, guys. The important thing is that they are here now," Charlie intervened. "We need to tend to the judge, and then Alastor will explain what happened. He must have an excellent reason for all of this. Is that a cardinal in her honor's eye?"

Vaggie narrowed her eyes, judging Alastor with suspicion. She suspected that all of this was part of some twisted plan on the radio demon. She couldn't see how revealing Victoria's identity could benefit him, but there was definitely a hidden motive. At that moment, Vaggie noticed a slight movement behind the tall demon. She took Charlie by the wrist and placed her protectively behind her. "Who's with you, Alastor?" she scrutinized with distrust. The radio demon looked at her with a certain degree of confusion, tilting his head.

"With me? Oh! I had forgotten about this insignificant individual," Alastor exclaimed, stepping aside to reveal a frail sinner. "Perhaps he can give you more details of what happened while I take Victoria to her room. As you can see, her honor is exhausted," he said, entering the hotel without paying much attention to the others, taking the judge with him.

Vaggie observed the boy. He didn't look older than 15, but his soul could have been in hell for centuries. He was thin, and his eyes nervously scanned the surroundings. His face seemed swollen, and there was dried blood under his nose. She didn't like him. Not because of his appearance, but simply because he had arrived with Alastor. The most important thing was not to let this stranger in under any circumstances without first having more information.

"And who's that?" Angel whispered. "He definitely took a beating."

"Hi!" Charlie greeted enthusiastically, walking towards the boy. "My name is Charlie. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Why don't you come in, get comfortable, and tell us everything! Um, what's your name?"

Vaggie sighed resignedly. It was complicated to maintain the security of the establishment with her girlfriend's friendly personality. But she couldn't complain; after all, that's exactly why she loved her. Without lowering her guard, the former exterminator watched the boy enter the hotel. She was ready for anything.

"Thank you," the sinner finally responded. "My name is Adrian."

"What's your relationship with Alastor?" Vaggie asked immediately. She needed to gather information about this boy before the others could take over the conversation.

"N-None. I just helped him bring the lady here," the so-called Adrian replied, showing the palms of his hands. "I had the feeling that guy knew her and cared about her, and I wanted her to be okay, so I offered to help. But then he started getting threatening and creepy with me, and I began to doubt his intentions. But he mentioned the Hazbin Hotel, and the lady had also mentioned that name, and she defended me against Fred, so I wanted to do something, and... and... then he carried her with no delicacy, and I got upset, and he growled at me, and... and then he put on that horrible face again, and... and I..."

"What? Hold on a second, I'm not understanding anything," Vaggie said, relaxing a bit. This boy didn't seem dangerous; he even seemed pitiful. She crossed her arms and changed her expression to a friendlier one. "Take a breath and start from the beginning."

"Hey, give the kid some space," Husk growled. "It's obvious he's a bit scared. And I don't blame him."

"Don't worry, Adrian. You're safe with us," Charlie smiled. "You can relax now. We'll all make sure you're in a calm and relaxed environment."

"CHARLIE!" someone shouted. Vaggie turned her gaze towards the door just in time to see the king of hell entering with a concerned look on his face. Lucifer wasted no time and immediately went to his daughter, taking her by the shoulders. "Are you hurt? No? What a relief! Have you received any visits from Limbo? Or any angels? Under no circumstances should you open the door to any strangers!"

"Dad," the princess nervously laughed. "I'm fine. What brings about this visit?"

"Well, you see," Lucifer began, clearing his throat. "I was busy with absolutely important and very important matters when I received a rather unsettling call from a good friend of mine. I mean... what the hell! The judge's presence was supposed to be kept secret! It hasn't even been a week, and the whole hell is speculating about the little show she put on."

"I... well, maybe it's not so bad," Charlie said, trying to calm her father.

"What? Charlie, you have no idea what you're talking about. How could you know? I don't want to deal with Limbo's people. You have no idea how severe they can be. I wanted the judge to stay with you at the hotel because you seem to have similar ideas; I thought she could support your project, but it was a bad idea. A terrible idea! I made a mistake."

"Dad," Charlie whispered, visibly hurt, looking down at the ground.

Vaggie held her girlfriend's hand. She had a feeling the conversation would take this turn. She didn't want to get involved in Charlie's personal matters with her father, but she couldn't just stand by and watch her princess's confidence be undermined by Lucifer's careless words. "Sir, uh... I don't want to intrude, but I don't think you're being fair to Charlie. She's doing her best. Yes, there was a small slip-up, but that doesn't mean you should lose all trust in her. Charlie is perfectly capable of handling this. She's not a naive child; she's a strong woman who isn't afraid to defy the odds and always manages to find an advantage in every situation."

"What?" the king of hell responded, a bit confused. "Of course I know all that. My daughter is the most wonderful creature in existence. And I trust her. My mistake was involving her in a delicate situation by getting her involved with Limbo."

"It sounded like you didn't have faith in her and her abilities. Like this situation was her fault," the former exterminator continued impulsively as she crossed her arms. It wasn't the most sensible thing to reproach your girlfriend's father, but at that moment, her priority was to support Charlie.

"Vaggie," the king of hell said, "I really appreciate what you're doing for my daughter. But I don't think you can fully grasp the risks involved in all of this. Charlie... none of this is your fault, and I know how amazing you are. I'm aware of your abilities. However, I don't want anything to happen to you. Just the thought of you ending up in a trial before them terrifies me." Lucifer gently caressed his daughter's cheek, letting out a sigh. "Moreover, there will be many who won't be happy with the judge's presence, which makes all of you a target as long as her honor remains in the hotel. That's why I think it's best for her to stay with me or return to Limbo."

"What? No!" the princess replied. "Dad, I haven't even had time to talk to her, to understand her ideals, to plan anything. Besides, as you mentioned, this is a great opportunity. We can't give up now that we know redemption is possible. I know the situation doesn't look good, but I'm sure we can find some advantage. Perhaps if sinners know that there's someone from Limbo interested in redemption, without revealing yet that it's a reality, they might be more willing to take it seriously. Maybe we'll be a target for some, but we can also attract others with hope."

"Redemption?" Adrian interrupted. "Is the lady a judge from Limbo? Is redemption possible?"

"Oh, um," Charlie glanced nervously at the boy. "I meant to say that for the judge from Limbo, redemption does seem real and possible. That's why she's here! This hotel has the same goal. To help sinners ascend to heaven."

Adrian's face filled with excitement. It seemed he believed Charlie's words. "Well," the boy said, "if a judge from Limbo believes it's possible... and the princess of hell too, why not? I've only been here for a year, but it's been long enough to try anything to get out."

"And who's this?" Lucifer questioned, pointing to Adrian. "Have you finally decided to replace Deer Ears? This bellhop looks much nicer."

"No, Dad," Charlie replied. "This boy is Adrian. I think he helped bring the judge back. Alastor is still at the hotel. He must be tending to Victoria's wounds right now."

"What? Where?" Charlie's father inquired. "You can't leave the judge in that vulnerable state with a sinner. I'll go right away. What does that guy know about treating wounds?"

"They're probably in their room, Room 110 if I remember correctly," Vaggie responded, squeezing her girlfriend's hand to prevent her from getting into an argument with the king of hell while trying to defend the radio demon. Besides, she didn't feel at ease with the idea of Alastor being alone with the judge either. Vaggie had become much more suspicious and cautious of the radio host since Charlie had struck the deal with him. It was a matter that troubled her, yet she hadn't found the right moment to discuss it with her girlfriend, knowing that conversation wouldn't be pleasant. As she suspected, Alastor was an opportunistic and patient person who waited for Charlie's most vulnerable moment and fully took advantage of it.

Vaggie released the breath she had been holding as Lucifer left to fulfill his mission of checking on the judge's condition. The place filled with a deafening silence.

"Well, what now?" Angel asked.

"Can I say something?" Adrian said with a bit of shyness. "Could I give it a try?"

"What thing?" Angel replied. "I could get you something good, but I warn you, it won't come cheap."

"What? No, I don't mean that," the boy grumbled.

"I was just joking, kid," Angel laughed. "I don't mess with minors. Besides, I'm trying to be better and all that shit."

"I want to try that," Adrian exclaimed. "I want to try to be better, I want to give redemption a shot. The judge... she defended me against my boss, Fred. She got into a fight with him, for me. She saw something good in me and I want... I want to thank her for that."

"Ah, that explains why you look like shit. You got beaten pretty hard, didn't you?" Husk said with a half-smile. "Maybe I should teach you how to use those fists, kid."

"This is..." Charlie began, on the verge of tears. "It's just wonderful! Adrian, those words you said were so sweet. Of course, you can stay at the hotel in search of redemption. I think you're already on the right path."

Adrian smiled eagerly. "Then, I'll go get my things. I won't be long! Thank you so much," the boy said before rushing out the door.

"Vaggie, this is incredible. We have a new guest. We have to celebrate!" Charlie exclaimed, seizing the opportunity to also celebrate Sir Pentious's redemption.

"Wait, WHAT?" Angel shouted. "Sir Pentious is in heaven? That son of a bitch did it. And here I was feeling like shit for his death."

"Don't fuck with me," Husk said, dropping a beer bottle to the floor.

"Vaggie, didn't you tell them?" her girlfriend questioned.

"Well, I explained the whole situation, omitting some details," she responded nervously. Why was she worried? That information was supposed to be secret. "The judge was very clear about the consequences of revealing that."

"But they're our friends!" the blonde emphasized.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT," Angel continued, processing all of this. "Redemption is possible. Don't fuck with me, damn it. Then... why am I still here? I've done everything you told me, Charlie."

This was one of Vaggie's fears. The last thing she wanted was for her girlfriend to be bombarded with questions that nobody could answer. While Angel had shown progress, Vaggie wasn't sure if it was enough to achieve the same as Sir Pentious. "Angel, calm down, please," the ex-exterminator said softly. "I understand the confusion, but nobody really knows why it happened."

"Do I have to sacrifice myself to be free? Is that what it takes?" the porn star continued.

"That's not a guarantee of redemption. Don't even think about trying to do something like that, Angel. That's why the judge is here, to try to understand all of this," Vaggie explained, trying to calm things down.

"It really sucks that you didn't tell us that part," Husk interrupted. "I get that maybe that information was sensitive, but... Does Alastor know about it?"

"I... Yes. He was present at the meeting where all of this was discussed," Vaggie admitted sadly.

"Well, shit. Do you trust that bastard more than us?" Husk pointed out. "That explains why he's been so close to Victoria. Can't you see it? Imagine the business opportunity of offering redemption through a Limbo judge."

"Enough!" Vaggie finally exclaimed. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I barely had time to process all of this, and I wasn't sure if I should tell you or not, considering that I had to respect Victoria's wishes. Alastor being in that meeting wasn't my decision either. I don't trust him either, but we gain nothing by making enemies. If Charlie trusts that radio host, then I'll support her. If Charlie believes that you guys are capable of keeping the secret, then I'll support her too. But I also didn't have the chance to discuss this with her."

"That's... true," her girlfriend added, lowering her gaze. "The important thing, guys, is that redemption is possible and there's evidence of it, but... revealing this fact is dangerous. You know me, you know this is my dream. But I also recognize that I have to be careful not to make a big mistake. Angel, I have no idea why you haven't ascended yet, but I'm sure you can do it. I have faith in you."

"Hmmmm, aaagh, fine," grumbled Angel. "I'm still upset but... thanks, Charlie. And Vaggie, I don't like that you left out something so important but whatever. I can understand you."

"This shit is just getting more complicated," Husk sighed. "At least it seems like nobody has found out yet that the judge is here. But we need to be prepared for when that moment comes. We don't know if we can trust that kid, Adrian. So, I recommend keeping that detail of redemption hidden. That information is valuable."

"Thank you, guys," Vaggie said, feeling relieved. It seemed like they could finally have some peace.

"Simply outrageous!" grumbled Lucifer, exiting the elevator. "That guy is... I hate him! Charlie, he can't stay in the hotel any longer."

"What happened?" his girlfriend asked, concerned.

"That bastard just won't... ugh, never mind. If it weren't for him 'helping' you with the hotel, I would've taught him a lesson by now. Charlie, never make a deal with that guy. I forbid it. If you do, I... I'll get very angry and do angry things, angrily."

"Oh, sure, Dad. You have nothing to worry about," Charlie replied, trying to stay calm and disguise her nervousness. "So, was the judge okay?"

"Huh? What?" Lucifer replied. "Oh, yes. Of course. She's still unconscious."

"We better go check on her, Charlie," Vaggie whispered to her girlfriend resignedly. It was clearly worrying that the judge was still asleep. But His Majesty seemed more concerned about his feud with Alastor than the well-being of his honor at the moment. Charlie nodded in agreement, perhaps she just had to accept that they wouldn't have moments of peace anymore.

Alastor

After laying the judge on her bed, he decided to use a handkerchief to clean the bloodstains on her face from the wound on her lip. This wasn't out of any loving gesture, far from it. Alastor felt it was convenient to improve the judge's appearance a bit to avoid greater reproaches for his carelessness. He hoped to somewhat lessen the seriousness of the situation. It was bad enough that Victoria had finger marks on her slender neck. For a moment, he wondered if the blood of limbo's celestials tasted the same as that of heaven's or if it was perhaps better. He pushed the thought from his mind. It was past noon, and he hadn't eaten anything; it was expected that he would feel hungry. At that moment, he regretted losing his purchase from the butcher's. He glanced at the unconscious woman. Why hadn't she woken up? Had she really suffered such a severe blow? It didn't seem to be the case. Perhaps the use of her power required a lot of energy.

No. He wasn't worried. He simply found it inconvenient that the judge hadn't woken up now that he owed her a favor after saving her from a complex situation. Losing consciousness in the middle of hell was a really bad idea. Besides, despite all the trouble the judge had caused him, he was willing to acknowledge that he somewhat enjoyed their conversations and that her presence made things less boring. Indeed, he didn't care about her as an individual, but rather as a source of entertainment. That must be the reason for his indignation at the aggression directed towards her. Right? On the other hand, he also respected her. She was an individual with a very sharp mind and, as he could appreciate, a very strong will. He wanted to know more about her. Why was she willing to go so far for a mere sinner? Did all limbo judges know self-defense? How could she be such a rational person but contradictorily passionate at the same time? Where did she get the courage to face a subject twice her size? And to think that he, at one point, tried to intimidate her with his towering height.

At that moment, he remembered how fierce the judge's eyes looked as she faced that vulgar individual. Now, that determined woman lay on a bed, pale and with barely perceptible breathing. She looked vulnerable and fragile, but he knew that wasn't the case. Alastor promised himself at that moment that he would never accept a bare-knuckle fight against her, as he would have a very hard time. He had to admit that Victoria, unlike him, was someone who faced things directly, without tricks, without hidden intentions. She knew perfectly when it was convenient to keep silent, but she wasn't afraid to express her opinions and openly fight for her convictions. It was something he admired about her.

Now, thanks to Adrian's words, Alastor was able to have a complete understanding of what had happened and learn something new about the judge, the knowledge she had about street dynamics and juvenile delinquents. He was surprised by how Victoria had handled the robbery situation. As she had pointed out at one point, she was tough yet compassionate. He would define her as fair. Why didn't he just admit it? Yes. He found the judge agreeable. It's not like it was the first time he had a good opinion of someone. He also thought highly of Rosie, although his friend didn't irritate him, didn't test his patience, didn't cause him trouble.

Very well, Bambi. Why are you still in the judge's room?" Lucifer interrupted. When had he entered?

"Who? Bambi?" He responded, dismissing it. But that question made him wonder the same... why was he still there? He had already fulfilled his duty of letting the judge rest.

"Are you waiting for her to wake up so you can play the savior and ask for a favor?" the King of Hell said mockingly. "Ha! No, no, no. That would be troublesome, and believe me, you don't want trouble with Limbo."

Alastor wasn't in the mood to listen to Lucifer's irritating comments, so he tried to remain calm as the King vented. "Should I feel honored because Your Majesty cares about me?" he responded.

"For you? No. But I'd prefer to avoid any trouble with them. Well, move aside," his majesty continued, walking towards the judge. At that moment, Alastor automatically took a step, blocking the King of Hell's path.

"Excuse me, but what do you plan to do with the judge?" he said, containing his irritation, leaning on his cane with both hands.

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it? I'm taking her from here to protect Charlie."

Alastor narrowed his eyes at this response. "Oh, of course. But tell me, how do you plan to do that? Wouldn't it be very difficult considering how short you are? I fear you might cause an accident if you try to carry her." Alastor wasn't simply going to let them take away his source of entertainment. No. His judge had to stay there. She was too strong a card to lose.

"What? How dare you? Look, Mister nobody, for the moment, I've tolerated your presence only because my daughter has a fondness for you. But it's not wise to test my patience. Especially when it comes to keeping my Charlie safe."

"Oh, but Your Majesty," he responded casually, leaning in a bit, "moving the judge now is not a good idea. Her condition seems delicate. A transfer could worsen it! That could upset Limbo, wouldn't it?"

"Well, of course her condition is delicate, duh. She used her judge's mandate. That consumes a lot of energy. Everyone knows that. Seems like you're not as clever," declared the King of Hell, crossing his arms.

Alastor contained his annoyance only because he saw an opportunity to extract more information from this conversation. Of course, Lucifer would have a lot of knowledge about these beings from Limbo. "Is that really common knowledge?" he asked innocently.

"Well, of course. And if it isn't, it's still logical. Ugh, damn it. She looks very pale," Lucifer responded, observing Victoria.

"That's why I insist, Your Majesty. It's better to leave her here for now. Besides, Charlie could really benefit from this person's presence."

"I already know that. But as her father, I know what's best for my daughter. Although maybe it's true that it's not a good idea right now," the king grumbled. "She must have used a very strong command to end up in this state. I've never heard of a Limbo celestial being so... messed up."

"Splendid! Then it's settled. The judge will stay here at least while she recovers. What a wise decision. Clearly, what you lack in height you make up for in brains," Alastor responded with enthusiasm, eager for Lucifer to leave as soon as possible.

"So, clearly that's why you shouldn't have much brains, huh? I doubt you have much space for your neurons with those antlers. You'd make an excellent tree. Have you considered it? Also, damn it, could you at least get rid of the blood stains from whoever you've massacred?" the fallen angel finished, pointing to Alastor's clothes. He still had bloodstains from when Victoria had coughed on him.

"This? You've misunderstood. I imagine being so close to the ground prevents you from having varied perspectives on things and reality. This blood, in fact, is from the esteemed judge," he defended himself.

"Ha! Don't even think about fooling me," the king replied, walking towards the door of the room. "Those blood stains are red. Everyone knows that Limbo celestials bleed silver. Even the minor judges."

"Are you sure about that, shorty? Sure you didn't miss something?" Alastor pretended not to believe him.

"That's enough! I promise you, Bambi, that next time I won't be so patient. Make it clear that I haven't torn you apart because I'm capable of reminding myself that you're just an inferior, weak being who doesn't deserve my time. But I won't hesitate to do it, even if it means abusing my power, if you continue to cross the line like that or if you dare to do something to Charlie. And just to be clear, I'll say it again: Limbo celestials' blood is silver, so that blood can't be from the judge," the king of hell finished, leaving the room in fury.

Alastor was left alone in the room with Victoria. This new information had left him perplexed. He knew with absolute certainty that the blood on his clothes was Victoria's. Even the handkerchief he used to clean the judge's lip had been dyed red. If her Honor was a minor judge from Limbo, why wasn't her blood silver? Alastor observed the woman, whose face was slowly regaining color.

"What are you supposed to be, Victoria? Why were you chosen for this task?" he wondered aloud as he walked towards her. "Oh, dear. When you open those eyes of yours, you won't escape my questions."

Alastor already knew which direction his steps should take from this point. It shouldn't be so difficult to gain her trust now that he had saved her by bringing her back to the hotel. It was the right time to start forging a friendship with her. He needed to get her to lower her walls and confide in him her worries. To see him as her great ally. Ah, but of course. It wouldn't be long before he started facing competition. Surely the most influential beings in hell were already doing their best to find out Victoria's whereabouts and offer their support. Many would want to monopolize her attention and distance her from him. It wasn't fair. He had seen her first, he had started this challenge of gaining her trust before everyone else. He had already declared her as his source of entertainment, as his trump card.

He couldn't help but emit a deep and slight laugh as he imagined the perplexed faces of these contenders when they encountered the judge's relentless will. She wasn't an easy person to manipulate. Not at all, and that's why this mission was so exciting, generating a certain desire for control in him. However, there always came a point where he questioned why, out of everyone, she intrigued him so much and why his instinct told him to keep her at arm's length. Why did he dedicate so much of his time to someone he barely knew? "It's just entertainment," he told himself firmly.

Alastor heard the door of the room open. Automatically, he moved away from the judge and diverted his gaze to the window.

"Alastor?" Charlie said, a little surprised. "Are you still here?"

"What? Seriously?" Vaggie added, entering the room with a box of bandages and other medical supplies. The former exterminator narrowed her eyes when she saw him.

"Well, of course," he shrugged. "Isn't it logical not to leave an unconscious person alone? I was waiting for you to arrive!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "However, I must say you took too long. I almost died of boredom. Well, I've wasted enough time today. See you."

Alastor didn't wait for any response and quickly left the room. Did the Morningstars have a hobby of interrogating him? What was so strange about staying with the judge while waiting for someone to attend to her injuries? "Damn it," he thought to himself as he walked down the hallway towards his radio station. For some strange reason, he felt nervous.

"What the hell is happening to me?"

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