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i need more raider joel more than i need air in my lungs

Night air.

3500 words, raider!Joel x f!reader | ✨gif

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“‘s’too cold out here, sweet pea. put on a shirt, would ya?" Your heart flutters at the implicit invitation and you return with a flannel over your nightie. . . He makes room for you, but doesn’t take his eyes off the fire as he lets you climb into his lap. You study his face and see something new flickering behind it. Worry.

You want to ask him what’s wrong, but you don’t.  "When are you gonna come to bed?” you ask instead.

SUMMARY: Joel brutalizes a bad guy, gives it to you hard, then works on something for you and gives it to you slow. His POV is revealing. WARNINGS: I8+, POV alternates, ANGST, Joel's trauma, overkill violence, dubcon (stockholm syndrome) unsafe P in V x2 (hard then soft), dark fluff, f masturbation, somnophilia, staying inside, NO Y/N. A/N: ty @milla-frenchy for Qs & recs 🖤

—--- JOEL——

Yeah, Joel killed two of his own men, and they had it coming.  He caught them red handed on their way into your room in the stash house. It still makes his blood boil to think about. If they hadn’t walked into that room talking about you like a piece of meat, those two men would be alive. Joel would do it again in a heartbeat.  

He’s not surprised when the others are shaken, but if they’re good men, they have nothing to worry about.  When things remain tense longer than he expects, Joel rounds them up for a group meeting. He puts you in the usual room with his trusted guard Carter posted at the door.  The meeting becomes heated. 

“No one’s gonna be left at this rate,” one man barks.  “They ain’t gonna say it,” he gestures behind him to the other men, “but I will. She shouldn’t be here.” 

Joel’s voice raises with his blood pressure. He asks, “What’d you say to me, Harold?" as he stands up. 

Louder, maybe loud enough for you to hear, Harold repeats, “She shouldn’t be here.  It’s bound to happen.” Bound to happen? These low-lifes are bound to put their hands on Joel Miller’s girl? Joel can feel the beat of his rage in his veins. All his muscles tense. 

He takes a deep breath, exhales sharply, then says matter-of-factly, “I’ll show ya what else is bound to happen.” 

Joel picks up his rifle. 

"Yeah, kill me," Harold chides. "Kill us all."

Joel shakes his head no. His voice is deep and flat.  "Not until ya beg me to." Now he’s gotta make an example out of someone. 

Joel forces Harold outside, then puts his rifle behind his back and lets Harold take a swing at him, just for fun.  When Joel gets this wound up, he needs to feel something. After getting clocked square in the jaw, Joel beats him until he’s barely conscious. Then, Joel hoists Harold, who is not a light man, and impales him on a sharp, severed fence post. 

Joel puts his rifle around front again, leaving Harold alive but doomed, and heads back toward the house.  He’s almost to the door when Harold manages to groan through his gurgles.  Joel turns around, calmly raises his rifle, shoots him in the head, then keeps walking. He goes back inside, chest heaving, wiping blood splatter off his face with his wrist. The rest of them are still inside. No one came to Harold's defense or ran. Joel stares down the men, and based on the faces he sees, he’s not worried about any of them.  

“Rest of ya got nothin’ to worry ‘bout,” he reassures them. “long as ya leave her ‘lone.” 

The men nod. Joel thinks about adding, and I’m not the only one you’ve gotta worry about, tempted to warn them that you know your way around a pistol and can handle yourself. One bullet, right between the eyes of that fucker. Joel thinks about it all the time. There’s something about his little sweet pea being a badass. And thank god, because he almost lost you. 

“Now back to business.” 

They discuss the rival crew they think sent two guys to Joel’s trailer, only for Joel and you to kill them. Joel doesn't think the crew is stupid enough to cause any more trouble, but agrees someone has to keep watch Just in case. 

Joel almost reminds his men that he holds all the smuggling routes and contacts, just in case they’re concerned enough to pull something.  But he doesn't need to say it. He dismisses them and grabs a duffle bag before collecting you from Carter. Carter asks what to do with Harold, and Joel says leave him for a while.

–

When the two of you get back to his trailer, Joel is ready to fuck out his anger. He sees himself in the mirror, chest heaving, veins about to pop, blood splatter on his hairline. God damnit, Harold. Joel  showers because he doesn’t want any part of Harold getting close to you. Not even his blood. 

You’re in the kitchen getting a glass of water when Joel walks out of the bathroom in just a towel.  He crosses the kitchen, drops the towel, and pins you against the counter, pressing his hardness against your ass. He backs up enough to scrunch up your dress and growls, "good girl," when he finds you panty-less and wet. You knew. You were ready for it. 

He grunts as he shoves himself into you, and he gives it to you good. "No one’s," he thrusts, "gonna," he grunts "touch ya." He plunges into you twice more, breathing heavily, then adds, “but me.” The power of his hips sends you to your toes with each thrust. He wraps an arm around you to hold you steady and watches over your shoulder as your tits jiggle with each punch of his hips. It doesn’t take you long to come.  Then he curls his hands under your arms to hold your shoulders down from the front and begins to pulse with a low groan. He leans his head against yours and cradles it from the other side as he catches his breath, then asks, “you good?”

You nod, “mm-hmm,” and he pulls out, feeling better. 

“Good.” 

-

In the following days, things settle down in Joel’s group and get back to normal. The rival crew doesn't show up.

—--

One night, Joel leaves you inside the trailer while he sits out by the fire, as he often does.  What you don't know is that he's not just sitting, drinking, and thinking.  He’s working on something.  He’s been making things for you. He hasn’t given you anything because nothing’s good enough, and it’s probably not going to get any better, but he keeps doing it.  Sometimes he feels a little silly, but they’re things that will help both of you.  Practical things. 

He made a thigh holster for your gun. There was an old one without the straps in the weapons cache which is just a small room of chaos in the stash house, no telling what else is in there.  He used part of a belt for the top strap and some black ribbon on the bottom, for the time being.  It would be better than nothing, but he hasn't given it to you in case it wouldn’t work. Maybe it doesn't matter. As the weather changes, you'll probably need new clothes, anyway. Maybe even pants, he internally grumbles. Sweaters, too, so your chest won’t be exposed. 

Tonight, Joel has another strap of leather with him, one that wasn't right for the holster. He also has a pot of water and a steel nail with a makeshift handle so he doesn’t burn himself. He heats up the tool and uses the hot nail head to emboss the strap with bold letters. He’s been working on it all week, and he’s only on ‘E.’ It’ll be first name only at this rate. You might not wanna wear it anyway, but it’s for your own good.  

Joel’s almost lost you twice now. If there’s anything he can do to make someone think twice about touching or taking you, he’ll do it. Because Jackson, may he burn in hell, was right. Joel can’t have his eyes on you every single second. He's told you before: you tell’em you belong to Joel Miller. They’ll back right off when they hear it.  But it doesn’t hurt for them to see it, too. And of course Joel wouldn't mind seeing it himself. 

Joel’s fingers are too big for work this small.  He accidentally makes the vertical line of the E slanted. Ah hell, this whole thing is no good anyway. You may never see it at this rate. But it feels good working with his hands, especially on something he thinks could help keep you safe and keep you his. You're a good girl, his good girl. 

He should be thinking strategy, what’s going to happen with these warring crews, but that’s just not where his head’s at.   

—--- YOU 🌸🫛—-----

You listen to the fire crackle and pop, longing for Joel to come to bed, longing for him to hold you, and more.  He seems to stay outside longer than usual. When he adds a new log to the fire, you get impatient and decide to go out. You put on your shoes and go to the door, pushing it open just an inch. The rail to the stairs is blocking your view, but he's looking down at something. His jaw clenches in the firelight and he raises his eyebrows as he looks up.  You slowly open the door, stepping out onto the stairs in your nightie.  He puts something down on the ground, out of view.  

“‘s’too cold out here, sweet pea. put on a shirt, would ya?" Your heart flutters at the implicit invitation and you return with a flannel over your nightie.  As you approach, he takes a swig of whiskey and puts the flask down.  His eyes are dark as he watches the flames.  He makes room for you but doesn’t take his eyes off the fire as he lets you climb into his lap. You study his face and see something new flickering behind it. Worry. You want to ask him what’s wrong, but you don’t. 

"When are you gonna come to bed?” you ask. 

His brows knit as he looks at you. For a few seconds, he concentrates on picking lint off the flannel and smoothing your nightgown. 

“I dunno, sweet pea. Got some stuff to figure out.”  

“Can I help?”

He shakes his head no. You put your arms around his neck and rest your cheek against his shoulder. Then you slowly roll your face against him so your lips touch his warm skin and your nose rests on top of his shoulder muscle.  You close your eyes and stay like that for a moment.  He doesn’t stop you. Then you dare to press your lips ever so slightly into his skin before pulling your face back to look at him, your lips disconnecting with a barely perceptible smack. Joel’s still looking at the fire, but he allows himself a subtle smile as he exhales a silent laugh, then cradles your head.  “Go to bed, sweet pea.” He kisses your temple. “I’ll be there in a li’l bit.” 

You take the flannel off and get in bed, still smelling like the fire. You think of getting naked, eager to feel Joel however he wants you. But maybe he likes undressing you, and it’s chillier than normal, too.  You lay under the covers getting wet and tingly thinking about what he'll do when he comes to bed.  

The fire is still blazing.  There’s no sign of him putting it out.  It doesn't seem like he's coming in soon, but you're too turned on to just go to sleep. You close your eyes, recalling the feeling of Joel’s warm skin on your lips by the fire.  The way his eyes sparkled. The way he always opens his arms for you to get in his lap–that seat is always yours whenever you want it. 

You think about how handsome he is. Even, or especially when he’s looking rough.  All dirty and beat up when he got home that one night, muscles pumped up. His sexy stitches. You play a montage in your head of all the times you’ve heard him yell, seen him stomp around ordering guys to do this or that. How fiercely he protects you. Your lip creeps under your teeth and you close your eyes. 

All the way turned on, you slide your hand down between your legs and imagine him walking in and ravaging you.  You recall how urgently he fucked you at the kitchen table after he thought you almost died.  You recall the time he fucked you naked in missionary and and marked your neck.  You try to visualize the look in his eyes.

And then, when you’re just about to come, you remember that one morning. Those few seconds you kissed, when he kissed you back. He had pulled you into him before he knew what he was doing. You still savor that fleeting moment he was grinding against you, his plush lips locked with yours. You can practically feel it.  And that’s enough to put you over the edge. You turn your head into the pillow and brace for your orgasm. 

—----- JOEL —------

You must think Joel can't hear your pretty little sounds when you touch yourself, but over the crackling of the fire he could swear he hears you moan into a pillow. His nose can't help but twitch into a little smile. He lets the fire die as he finishes the 'E',  then he comes inside and washes off the smoke in the shower. By the time he gets in bed, you're asleep on your back with your left arm on your chest. 

He carefully gets into the bed, spreading his weight out to not jostle the mattress. He's to your left, lying on his side, facing you. You’re so pretty and peaceful with your eyes closed and your sweet lips just slightly parted. An urge has been growing in his chest. He’s tried to push it away, but it's only grown, and he's afraid he can’t stop it happening. 

He can’t bring himself to do it when you’re awake. He can’t let himself see how happy it makes you. The loss feels inevitable, and it gets closer and closer.  The panic he felt when FEDRA had you on the ground.  The devastation when it sounded like you were shot outside his own trailer. It gets worse every time. And last time, there was something new. Two losses flashed before his eyes.  The loss of you (in the present and future), and the loss of what could have been–at least for a while, when he had the chance. The worst part is, he doesn't know which would hurt more.  

His eyes fall on your mouth again. 

If he does it now, it won’t mean anything. It won’t change anything. If he does it now, maybe this urge will stop pulling at him every time you’re close.  And then he can tell himself it never happened. Yeah, if he does it now, it can be like it never happened. Like he never let himself get that close, never gave you hope that he could be anything more than the terrible man he is. 

His lip twitches as he watches you sleep.  Then his breathing syncs with yours, and for a moment, everything fades away but you and him and the physical need that's tugging at him.  

Joel leans over you, careful not to wake you, and he hovers over your pretty face. It's happening. His heart races as his face drifts toward yours, drawn to you like a magnet. 

He closes his eyes, presses his lips gently into yours, and something rushes through his blood to every part of his body.  Fuck.  He's instantly soothed. With your lips still locked, he takes one breath through his nose then pulls away. He takes a deep breath, expecting the buzz to fade, expecting to hate himself. But you're so pretty and your lips were so soft. He almost chokes on his own saliva.  He's quickly gotten hard.

Still fast asleep, you sigh and your nose twitches. You hum the prettiest little "mm," and roll over on your right, facing away from him like you normally sleep. 

He pinches his eyes shut tight. He has to have you. 

–

Joel curls himself around you, inhales your hair, and cups your breast. He presses his cock against you, hardening to full strength by now.  He lets out a deep but quiet, "Mmm," not enough to wake you up. The exposed skin of your back and shoulder is so inviting, he's salivating. His arm slides from your breast down your nightie to your mound and you sigh. He lifts his head to see if you're awake as he aimlessly caresses you over your nightie. Your brow furrows with his light touch. Aw, sweet pea, he thinks to himself. You're just so cute. He presses a gentle kiss into your neck where it meets your shoulder, and he begins to ghost your clit through the fabric. 

You sigh again, but still don't seem to wake up yet. He presses your mound so your hips tilt for him, and he pulls up the nightgown. He tests you with a finger and finds you wet but pulls back and pauses to add saliva to his tip.  He teases your entrance with his cock, and you sigh "Mmm, Joel," as you begin to stir awake. He pushes the curve of his tip just slightly inside, then holds your breast. 

He asks, “You 'wake?” 

“Mmm,” you answer weakly. 

"wake you up?" His cock prods at your tight, wet entrance, pushing in a little further.. He's itching to be inside you, but he's taking his time, captivated by your peacefulness. 

Your spine arches and you push back on him, taking another inch of his cock in with a moan as you stir awake. "Joel,” you sigh. 

He presses his lips into your neck and lets them linger.  You ask, "are you awake?" 

"Mm-hmm," he answers, his voice deep and gravely.  He groans softly as he pushes his cock into you. He takes a deep breath as your insides make room for him. It dawns on him that he's never taken the time to savor the moment your bodies are joined, but shit, it feels good. He didn't know it could feel so good like this. He’s feeling every groove of you in slow motion. Each centimeter of you greets him with a tight, warm hug.  You push back on him with a moan, bringing your bodies together. 

Oh, sweet pea. You want it so bad, and you take it so good.

—---YOU 🌸🫛—---

Joel’s cock spreads you apart and he buries his length in you slowly at first, palming your breasts. He pauses, all the way inside you, and removes your nightie so your naked bodies are flush. It feels like a dream. The way he kissed your shoulder, the way he’s fucking you right now with his whole body cradling yours, each thrust so deliberate, you can’t help but still wonder if he’s truly awake. If you're truly awake. He grunts softly each time he bottoms out. His sighs and moans are deep and gravely. 

“Sweet pea,” he whispers against your neck, “ohhhh, you — ohh, you take it so good, baby.” His hand slides down your stomach, between your legs. He whispers in your ear,  "God DAMN, youfeelsogood,” he inhales sharply, then sighs your name.  Your nipples harden and you get goosebumps. 

“Joel,” you whimper at his fingers on your clit.  The fullness of his cock was enough, and the addition of his hand has you twitching already.  

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he whispers, and his voice is so soothing, you relax again. He slows down his pace, his length sliding snugly into your warmth slow enough to feel the drag of his tip inside you. He touches your clit and you whimper again. He adjusts his hand to touch it less directly, pulsing his flattened fingers.  That’s what you need. You moan. 

“Good girl.” 

You wanna ask him again if he’s really awake, but you don’t want to break the spell. You let the silence linger, peppered with moans and sighs from each of you. You’d love for this to last forever. You love every way he gives it to you, but the newness of this is something to savor. After a few minutes, sweat begins to bead and run between your bodies.  You’re both breathing heavily. He gropes at your breasts and the entire front of your body, like he can’t get you close enough. His breathing gets ragged.  You memorize the feel of his cock dragging thick and slow inside you.  Then he adds his hand again. His thrusts become more powerful.  “Come for me, I want you to– nnngh.” 

“Joel,” you whine. 

‘Ohh,” he moans. 

“Joel, I’m–”

“Go ‘head, baby—ugghh—-you can do it”

Your upper back presses into his chest.  He groans and holds you tight as you convulse against him and choke his cock with your climax. “Ohhhh, baby, mmmm.” He bottoms out and pulses inside you as you’re still coming.  He sighs "ohhh," as he fills you up with his warm release. Your body hugs him more with every pulse of his cock.  

When you’re both finished coming, your bodies are still joined. You relish the fullness of him inside you.  You expect him to pull out any minute, but his breathing regulates with yours. 

At some point, Joel's breath stutters abruptly, and you realize he's fallen asleep like this. Holding you close, body curled around you, cock gradually softening inside you. It isn't long until you drift off, too. 

-

Smut continues here: asleep inside

Next major chapter: hunger

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[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Like there was no tomorrow." CH.3—Daryl Dixon.

Chapter Summary: As you try to get back to the home of the elderly couple you took care of, your way to them gets complicated when life puts a sad and lonely 5-year-old girl in your and Daryl's path. Now, you two will try to protect her from everything, even if you can't protect yourself from what you were about to find at Mark & ​​Ellie's house.

PAIRING: Daryl Dixon x reader

WARNING: Death, blood, a lot of bad words hehe (but also romance and even some comedy if I can get it right hehe)

ERA: From prison onwards.

A/N: Hey! I forgot to say this before but I was going to introduce a new character. April is a little girl Daryl and you find along the way, so you two decide to take care of her despite the constant fights between Daryl and April (I must admit I had fun writing their dialogues haha) Hope you like this♥ Thank you!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

During a heavy night, the fallen branches continue to break under the feet of the death, a horde of aimless travelers surrounding the cabin on their way to nowhere, but the sound of their growls mixes with the horrible silence that usually reigned in the forest, preventing you two from sleeping. Lying on the floor next to Daryl, your breathing and his are soft sounds, but somewhat agitated due to the constant danger.

However, on the other side of the place, the young woman and her daughter, who is 5 years old (although she's a little smaller) sleep peacefully, ignoring the world around them after wandering through the woods for days too, lost and scared. It's still strange to find people, because they were always wary of being robbed, kill or worse, but they were so hungry and hurt that they didn't complain about what animal they were eating after Daryl hunted some squirrels, cooking them outside as the sun started to hide.

But as you look to your left to look at Daryl, you can see Aeris too, clinging to the chair at the wooden table, staring out the only window, the little moonlight that filters through the thick branches of the trees illuminating part of her fur.

“You should try to sleep.” You say softly, thinking that night he finally will be able to do it.

But Daryl looks at you, with a deep gaze as he takes a look at your lips before stopping at your eyes. And it's intense, as always, like diving into a new kind of ocean.

“S’okay, peach. Ya sleep.”

And then, Daryl stares at the ceiling again. For a moment, you keep looking: the beautiful color of his eyes is still the same, and you remember his deep gaze on his almost always mocking, condescending expression on his almost stupid but very attractive face. During that time, a few strands of hair, dark blonde, fell over his forehead, framing that deep but accusatory look he had at first. But now his hair is long, darker, and you feel stupid thinking that he turned out to be even more handsome.

But at the same time, it is hard to look at him again. So, with a long sigh, you turn over with your back at him, as if blocking the view of him would stop your feelings from overflowing, and, closing your eyes, you fall sleep. Although it is a superficial sleep, because after a while, you can feel his strong arm around you, his chest against your back, his irregular heartbeats on yours. However, his breathing is calm in that chaotic world, and you stop yourself when the memory of him once saying that you were the reason why he could sleep at night, tries to emerge from the depths of your mind, the place where you sent that life you once lived by his side.

But when Daryl moves, you can feel something pressing against your thigh: and the memory of those mornings next to him come fast and it makes you chuckle.

“What’s so damn funny?” He asks, low so as not to disturb the others, his voice even deeper.

“Can you please tell that monster in your pants that I'm harmless?” You whisper. “I feel like if I move it’s going to try to eat me alive.”

Daryl scoffs but doesn’t move, eyes still closed.

“S’not somethin’ ya haven’t felt ‘fore, against ya… or inside ya.”

“Hey! Asshole.” The audacity in his voice makes you hold back a laugh as you try to pull away, surprised when you should be annoyed, but he doesn’t let you go. “Can you move? You're breathing all my air.”

However, against your wishes, Daryl pulls you even closer.

“S’not somethin’ I haven't done before either. Now be quiet or ya’re gonna wake ‘em up.”

For a second, you consider elbowing him, but instead, you sigh, part of you hating him but closing your eyes again because it is still night, while trying to ignore the tickle of his breath on your exposed neck.

But you don’t know well what time is it when you feel something sharp poking your forehead, a soft but firm blow that makes you open your eyes. The first rays of the sun are fighting against the darkness of the world, and then, you look up to see Aeris next to you, looking impatient. It’s still crazy how she can say a thousand words without being able to speak, but her dark gaze says it all.

She’s telling something is not right.

You sit up, so quickly that you wake Daryl as you turn to look at the opposite side of the small cabin, at an empty space no longer occupied by the young mother and her daughter, feeling suddenly the breeze coming through the half—open door.

“What?” Daryl sits up too, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“Where are they?”

Daryl looks at the empty place.

“Maybe they went out to take a piss.”

“Leaving the door open?” It is still crazy, you know it as you stand up, your gun in your waist holster, but Aeris seemed to be tied too closely to you now to ignore the signals she sends you in the face of all kinds of danger, not just from the walkers. “Ruby, the woman, she can barely walk with that sprained ankle. Something is wrong.”

Daryl grunts in frustration, but he gets up as well, taking his crossbow from the floor before walking out of the cabin with you. Daryl takes the lead: he is a natural tracker, a hunter, too smart to find the footprints in a second, the different pressure of Ruby's feet against the ground due to the pain and April's small footsteps, and how they left a long path between the dirt, as if her mom was dragging her.

And only a minute or maybe two passes until you two find them, but the fear is so latent, suffocating and dangerous the moment Daryl shoots an arrow into Ruby's arm before she can shoot the little girl in the head. April is crying, terrified, but finally free, she runs to hide behind you, with your arm high as you point your gun at Ruby.

“What the fuck are ya doin’, huh?!” Daryl is angry, his eyes fixed on the woman who, even with all the pain and an arrow stuck in her skin, just squeeze the gun even harder.

"I'm sorry, it's the only way to save April." Ruby looks calm but absent, and even though she looks into your eyes, it's like seeing an empty shell, a broken soul with nothing inside. "I don't want her to go through what I went through."

You gulp before talking, a great wave of terror suddenly covering you.

"Whatever it was, Ruby, we can stick together now. Okay?"

But Ruby shakes her head, firm in her decision, and then, finally, you can see a tear running down her cheek as Ruby holds a broken smile.

"She's your baby now."

The feeling is surreal, like watching a horror movie, like being pulled out of your body, but life happens in a single second, that short time in which Ruby raises the gun and puts it at her temple, pulling the trigger before you can shoot her in any limbs to stop her. And the sound sinks into the silence of the forest, awakening the walkers that apparently still roam the place.

“Fuck.” Daryl curses under his breath, placing the strap of his crossbow around his body before taking April in his arms, settling her small body against his. “We need to go 'fore those things get too close, peach. Call yer rat and let's get the fuck outta here.”

He starts walking, but it takes you a moment before following him.

You lost track of time long ago without the aid of a watch, but when the rays of sunlight fall straight down from the highest part of the sky, you can bet is noon or close to it. Aeris rests on your shoulder now, always aware of the surroundings, but with no walkers or other danger in sight, she looks cam, so you can take a second to catch a glimpse of Daryl, who's still holding April, his naked forearms beneath her.

Her hair is dark brown, like Daryl's, kind of long, too. But it is strange how they even look like father and daughter, perhaps because of the way he carries her. And she looks lost, confused, but April seems calmer than an adult would be when faced with a loss. However, when April looks up and her eyes meet Daryl's, her expression turns serious, as if the depth of her little thoughts is sinking her frown.

“What?” Daryl asks, with his own brow furrowed in confusion.

“It is not okay to say that word.”

For a few seconds, he’s confused.

“What word?”

“The F world.”

When Daryl understands what she means, he scoffs.

“When ya get to be as tall as I am, monkey, ya can tell me what the f to do.”

“I’m not a monkey!” Frustrated, April keeps looking at him with the same expression, but she doesn't seem ready to give in. “And that’s rude. You are rude!”

Daryl has to stop himself from rolling his eyes, but to him, who had never seen a little girl that close, it's almost fascinating how that little monkey as he called her kept staring at him like that even though to people with common sense, he was always intimidating.

“Ya ain’t the first person who tells me that. Ya see that woman over there?” Then, he nods towards you. “Every single day, she told how rude I was.”

April looks at you for a few seconds, as if she's analyzing you, and you have to do your best not to laugh even when she looks back at Daryl.

“Is (Y/N) your sister?”

“No. She was ma damn woman.”

In a second, you slap his exposed arm, causing him to push away from you.

"What?"

“Don’t say that to a kid, you as…” You stop yourself too, exhaling before talking again. “You don’t anything about kids, don’t you?”

“I know they’re annoyin’, jus’ like this monkey.” Daryl scoffs, again, looking back at April. “Now be quiet ‘fore I make ya walk on yer own.”

For a long moment, you all remain quiet. But it is funny to think how Daryl and you spent part of your lives in the woods, because for both of you, the woods had been a way out, an escape from your reality. Daryl spent time away from home to avoid his parents, and you did too, just to avoid the cruel man your dad became when alcohol seemed to replace his blood. And when Daryl and you met, you two continued spending your time among the big trees, but without feeling so alone when you two were together.

“Were you married to (Y/N), Daryl?” April’s voice is low, unsecure, but she looks at Daryl with a sweet interest. He gulps, however, but before Daryl can answer, she's speaking again. “I don’t think Ruby was married to my dad.”

You frown, confused.

“Ruby was not your mom, darling?”

April shakes her head.

“She was, but she didn’t like me to call her mommy when we were alone.”

Daryl looks at you, and you both share an even more confused look.

“Did ya meet yer dad?” He asks, softly this time.

“No.”

After that, as if a great wave of sadness suddenly covered her, April rests her cheek against Daryl's shoulder, closing her eyes. With a final look between Daryl and you, before looking ahead, you both wonder what you two are going to do with a kid. You aren’t going to leave her, of course, but her suddenly present makes you asking yourself what to do next: before, you were going to stay with Ellie and Mark for a few days, making sure to leave everything safe for them to go find Sam and Daryl's people, but now, the most logical thing is for April to stay there, with you.

But about Daryl, you are not so sure about that.

When the world gets dark, so dark it seems like it could swallow you up in a new kind of terror, you all finally reach Elli and Mark's house. The couple's place is close to the woods, and now April is next to Daryl as you open the door of what was once a convenience store, closing it behind you the moment you all step in. It's dark, but the moonlight tries to filter through the small spaces in the wood nailed to the two windows.

"I'm scared." April says softly, her little hand finding Daryl's as they walk behind you.

He squeezes it, gently.

"It's okay, baby…" You say softly. "It'll only take a minute. I promise."

But why does it feel like something is not right for you anymore? It's too quiet, like there's no trace of life there, and the feeling stays in your chest. And suddenly, in a second, you are scared to death, too. The way from the hallway to the door that connects to the house feels eternally long, but when you finally reach it and you opens it, the loneliness of the place takes your breath away. 

The single curtained window lets in a bit of moonlight, but the small room no longer feels like a pretty picture from the last century. You turn around to see April, taking Aeris in your hand to place the falcon on April's shoulder.

“April, stay here with Daryl, okay? And take care of my baby for a moment, will you?”

April nods just like Daryl, and although you can see his insecurity in his eyes, you leave the living room towards the hallway in your way to the main one at the end of it. The windowless hallway is almost like walking blindly, but you know the place too well now to know where to go. 

However, you can't stop a thousand of worries from stabbing your heart like daggers. You feel an unreasonable feeling in your body, like lead in your chest, like a hand around your throat that cuts off your breathing, but sadly, the moment you reach the open door of their room, life just stops making sense. The closed window is covered by a thick white curtain, but it lets in a small light that shines coldly over the lifeless bodies of Ellie and Mark on the bed.

In shock, you cover your mouth with a hand, but nothing comes out of it, not a scream, not a cry, nothing, only the emptiness of your soul.

"Hey, don’ look…" You feel Daryl's arms turning you around, breaking the spell in which you seemed to be immersed, holding you against him. Your fists are on his chest, and you trie to breathe in the air that is suddenly so hot, like boiling. "I'm so sorry, peach."

You rest your forehead on his chest, trying not to give up, but the feeling is so devastating that for you, giving up seems easier than thinking about moving on with your life now.

“And April?”

“She’s okay.” Daryl says softly. “Yer rat is takin’ care of ‘er. That damn bird is a better babysitter than I could ever be.”

But even in the midst of the confusion, you're able to chuckle a little bit as you hear that constant and awful nickname.

"There are some canned peaches in the kitchen, and I'm sure April will like them. Can you give her those, please? I want to take the letter from Mark's hand before I close the door."

Daryl sighs, because he always hated seeing you suffer, in any way: from the time you cut your finger with the knife while cooking to when your mother died.

“I can get it for ya, peach. Ya don’ have to go there.”

You gulp, almost hearing your own heartbeats in your ears in that lonely place that once, it was like a home for you.

“I have to. But I’ll be fine. Don't worry, okay?" You look up, trying to be brave while holding a broken gaze.

Daryl nods, but you can see the fear in his eyes.

“Don’ give up now, peach, please…” He rests his forehead against yours, one of his hands caressing your cheek for a moment. “I can’t lose ya again. Okay?”

His words are overwhelming, and the plea in his small voice is as loud as the shot of a gun, that sound that paralyze you, that makes you think you might go deaf, so you just nod, pulling apart from him. Daryl is scared, feeling lost again like the moment he left you, but he just walks away, taking with him that warmth that he was always able to share with you.

And alone again, you walk in.

Lying both on the bed, Mark is holding Ellie with one loose arm around her body, trying to protect her as he always did since they met when they were 17, until their last breath at 88 years old. And it's sad, so devastating, but at the same time is kind of sweet to think that they both left together, always together. You can see the gun in Ellie’s hand, and the wound in his head and hers.

“I love you both, so much.” Your voice falters and the river of tears starts coming, threatening to fall from the edge of your eyes, but you keep them where they belong as you take the folded paper from Mark's hand. There, written in cursive, it says: To our first and most beloved daughter. "Thank you for everything, but I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. If there is a heaven, I know you two are there right now, so I hope to see you two there someday… if God is generous with me to let me in, too."

With a long sigh, you walk out of there, closing the door forever.

When you finally reach the living room, you can see Daryl and April sitting down around the small table, facing each other while eating the canned peaches, with a small scented candle in the center. The colors of the flame are fluttering softly on the night, but when old terrors try to loom over you like the shadows of the past, like when you lost your mother and your older brother, you try to focus on the almost comical way they are arguing about what cereal is better, and that feels like a peace offering from life to make you forget the pain.

“Froot Loops is better.” April says as you sit down, as determined as a 5-year-old can be.

On the other end, on the chair, Aeris seems to observe everything but without any interest.

“How ya even know?” Daryl asks, with an incredulous expression. “Ya even know what a good cereal is?”

Frustrated, April frowns, but it's like watching an angry puppy try to fight a pit-bull.

“Of course I know! Ruby’s friend got it for me once.”

She basically just said she never ate cereal for breakfast like a regular kid, even before the end of the world.

“Once...” Daryl scoffs. “I ate cereal for years growin’ up, kid, so I know damn well what I'm talkin’ ‘bout.”

April, knowing she’s losing, looks at Daryl straight in the eyes.

“Well, you are old. That’s why you know what you’re talking about.”

Daryl is getting frustrated, (not seriously, but it's like when he was arguing with his brother when they were younger) you can see it in the way he narrows his eyes at the little girl.

“Well, ya are short, monkey. Like a lil’ baby..”

There is a moment of silent around the table, but their behavior makes you roll your eyes.

“Okay. That’s enough. Finish your food, kids, I’m tired and I want to rest.”

"Can the three of us sleep together, (Y/N)? Please?" April's gaze softens as she looks at you, but you can see a new kind of fear in her as she looks at Daryl too. “Please, Daryl?”

She’s sweet and so beautiful that not even Daryl can fight against her, so he just sighs nodding his head.

A moment later and while Aeris is out there hunting her food, finding a place to sleep in the tallest trees as the falcon always does next, the little room, the little bed where you used to sleep alone is full of people now, warm bodies that reminds you that you are still alive. Lying on his right side at the other end of the bed, Daryl is looking at April, who is sleeping in the middle, on her belly and covered by an old but soft blanket, her soft breathing filling the room.

"You seemed very fatherly during the day until you started arguing with a 5-year-old girl." You say softly, laughing a little bit.

But when Daryl's eyes meet yours, he's staring at you so intently that for a moment, you fear what he's going to say.

"When we were together…" He whispers, but Daryl has to gulp the shyness in his voice. "Ya saw me as the father of our children?"

You think about it, wondering if it is okay to share your deep thoughts with him now, but there is something about the night, like a door that opens and allows you to be honest, or vulnerable.

“Yeah, I did. For a while I really thought that at some point in our lives we were going to start a family, perhaps a different one than the ones we had to live in.” You sigh, but you dare to be brave and hold his gaze. “You are a good man, Daryl, you always were, and yeah, you have a short temper but you are a good person, really. I just wish you are able to see yourself the way I always saw you.”

Daryl wants to say something about it, desperately, but he just doesn’t know how.

“What are we gonna do with her?”

“I really don’t know.” You exhale, deeply. “I wanted to go looking for Sam, but I know is not fair to expose April to danger.”

Daryl rubs his face with one hand, too tired to think clearly.

“We figure it out tomorrow. Try to sleep, peach.”

You nod softly, but you know he won’t do it by himself.

“Can you sleep tonight at least? Please, Daryl?” You say, trying to use April’s sweet voice.

And Daryl loves that, but he's too shy to let you know as he scoffs instead.

“Fine.”

You chuckle, closing your eyes too, trying that, at least for a few hours, sleep takes you to a better place, far from that cold world.

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four times we almost kissed and the one time we did (kol mikaelson x f!reader)

warnings: slight blood sharing, mostly frusteration

a/n: unfortunately for my sanity, i have fallen in love with kol. why? i couldn't tell you. the actor drives me up a fucking wall. but the character? i am down for bad. so here ya go. feel free to request more kol or over tvdu characters!!

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[1] First meeting

Magic has existed in New Orleans for as long as anyone can remember. The prevalence of voodoo-- NOLA's most giant "tourist trap"-- originated in 1791 with enslaved West Africans who moved to Louisiana to grow a community for as many free people of color. That spirit meant that many of its inhabitants descended from that original society or were drawn here for its magical properties. Your family was one of the latter, a bunch of witches seeking solace in a place that nurtured it. Except with magic came strife, and eventually, other creatures came knocking at the door. Enter the Mikaelsons, New Orlean's resident vampire family that was always at the center of whatever drama was happening. Right now, something involving all those magically oriented. 

You made it a point to stay clear of the fight. Not because you didn't care– you did– but because it wasn't your fight to be had. That's how you stayed alive in this neighborhood; you knew where to stick your nose and when to stay clear. Besides, all the commotion with one of the Harvest girls (Cassie, you believe her name was) and the witch's distaste of vampires meant tensions were high. You could help the community from the background anyway; you didn't need to make yourself known.

At least, that's what you hoped. But things rarely turned out how you wanted, and this was one of those times. Walking through the back streets of NOLA was never an excellent idea, but it was shorter, and you just wanted to get to the metaphysical supply store before it closed. You needed more laurel leaves to create protection charms around your house, especially with the uptake in strife in the recent year. 

Which is how you came upon a witch killing three vampires in the alley.

You wanted to turn on your heel and leave, but the witch noticed you before you could. You didn't recognize him, so you were unsure what coven he belonged to. He was tall enough to probably tower over you, with golden curly hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut your fingers if you touched it. He was unbelievably handsome, and you hated that it caught your breath.

"You shouldn't be here, luv," he crooned, his English accent thick. He sauntered down the alley, coming up to you with narrowed eyes. 

"I don't recognize you," you countered, shifting your weight as you crossed your arms. It's best not to let him know that you're flustered.

"New in town," he smiled, a cocky grin that told you that he absolutely knew the effect he had on women. It left a bad taste in your mouth. "New Orleans is a big city; I'm surprised you would know everyone."

"I know witches," you said, peering up at him. 

"Ah, are you a magical thing yourself?"

"What do you think?" You arched a brow. He stepped closer, reaching up to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger. You recoiled slightly but didn't pull back. Never show fear; that's one thing this town taught you. 

"I think you're a pretty young thing," he hummed. "I'm Kol." He peered at you as if waiting for you to offer your name. You didn't. 

"Not interested," you pulled back from him, letting the hair he had touched fall back in front of your face. He stepped back into your space.

"I don't know, darling," he smiled, leaning closer so his breath fanned your face. It was minty like he had just had an Altoid. "I think you're interested." You hated admitting that this tall, handsome stranger (such a cliche) was right. And you really hated that if you leaned up slightly, you could feel the warmth from his lips. He stepped back, though, hands in his pockets. The same hands that had used magic to wrangle the undead life of the vampires behind him. You took that as a sign to start to leave, walking backward before turning on your heel and ignoring the gaze of the witch behind you. 

"Never got your name!" He chimed. You smiled to yourself.

"Figure it out yourself."

[2] Cemetery watch

Disgruntled. That's how you felt. Chaos had grown over the past weeks, but you didn't see Kol again. A sliver of disappointment, as you did find him cute, but also a relief. You know enough flirtatious bastards to not want to add more to your life.

You weren't thinking about him today, though. You were thinking about your grandmother, who lived in the cemetery right outside your block. A popular cemetery for Wiccan rituals, it made sense for your grandma (the high priestess of your family) to be buried there with heavy praise. 

You were laying a combination of roses, lavender, and rosemary for protection when the hair on your neck stood up. Feeling a presence, you soon turn around, making eye contact with the stranger who approached you. 

Definitely not a witch; his aura was too dark for that. He was tall, with tousled brown hair and eyes that lingered on you for far too long. He was cute, though, even if he was dangerous.

"Hello darling," he purrs, stalking closer. 

"Can I help you?" You sigh, crossing your arms as you peer at him with suspicion. He wears a cocky smile and a look that tells you he would love to have a taste.

"Don't remember me? I'm hurt," he puts a hand on his chest, feigning pain. You look at him closely, but the only recognition is in the pet name. Darling. Not many people called you darling. 

"Kol," you said. "You're shorter." His face had a hint of shock before settling into amusement. 

"That was uncalled for," he laughed, walking closer to you. In closer proximity, you could see that he was, in fact, very handsome, and he was definitely aware of that. 

"I'm reiterating my previous question, can I help you?"

"When my family sent me on this mission to track down the 'wisest witch in the quarter,' I was not expecting you," he looked down at you with gold-flecked eyes. "The beautiful girl who wouldn't give me her name. Except now I know it's Y/N."

"I thought you were a witch," you took a hesitant step back, trying to create space. 

"Temporarily," he sighed. "Now I'm back in my original form of vampire." The way he said it gave you pause, as if he was resigned to the fact but not happy about it. You could relate. If you lost your magic, you would be devastated. 

"You said something about your family?" you coughed, changing the subject. 

"There's someone working against them, and we would prefer if they don't kill us," Kol shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the clouds above. "People tend to hate us, Mikaelsons."

"You're a Mikaelson?" you hissed. It was because of the Mikaelsons your home was in constant disaster. "Why should I help you? Any of you?"

"For the most part, we don't want to cause trouble. It just tends to find us. Helping eliminate a threat means fewer problems in the quarter," Kol sighed, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek, delicate as if touching the grass in a meadow. "Also, you'd get to spend time with me."

"Why would I want to spend time with you?" you breathed, voice wavering slightly. Curse your damn hormones for being swayed by a vampire of all creatures. His thumb came under your chin, allowing him to bring your face closer to his. Kol smelled like fresh snow and evergreens, and you knew that if he leaned a little bit closer, you wouldn't stop him. In the process, likely offend the ghost of your grandmother who was probably rolling her eyes at you right now. Before you could offend all the ancestors with your choices, Kol stepped back, resuming his cocky grin and leaving your breath lodged in your throat. Without a second thought of the implications, you made your decision.

"Fine, I'll help you."

[3] Late night spell-casting

Late nights in the Mikaelson compound meant one thing. Coffee, and lots of it. 

You made a deal with the Mikaelsons after you agreed to help them that in exchange for your time, they had to buy you cafe drinks whenever you liked it. Elijah was the most taken aback, but Kol chuckled as if he found you amusing. Still, they found it a small price, not expecting how much you valued your drinks. Most nights, it was coffee, sometimes tea, or even hot cocoa. Quite honestly, you just liked having the power to make them run around. 

You sat at one of their many couches, a book of shadows in your lap and a notepad in your hands as you made quick notes about possible spells that could combat the evil at hand. A couple of ideas swam in your head, but you wanted to exhaust your options before risking anyone else's life with a botched spell. Still, you had been at it for hours and started getting sleepy. You yawned, feeling your eyes close slightly. Thankfully, footsteps alerting you to the presence of one of the originals had you sitting up and shaking off your fatigue. Unfortunately, that original was Kol with your coffee order. 

Kol was precisely what you thought he would be. Flirtatious, cocky, impulsive, and too attractive for his own good. You hated when murderers were cute; it made life confusing. There were moments, though, when the two of you were performing recon or pouring over spell books that you saw a side of him that only showed when his guard wasn't up. He was calmer, more academic, and a lot more unsure of himself. The only thing you hated about seeing that side is it made you like him more. 

"How's my witchling doing?" he chimed, dropping off your coffee and settling beside you on the couch. You told him that being called darling felt ridiculous, so instead, he found a new nickname, which was even worse. 

"The usual, I suppose," you yawned again, leaning your head against the back of the couch. 

"Take a break."

"You realize it's your life on the line, right?" you huffed, turning to look at him. 

"My life will always be in danger, Y/N," Kol hummed, taking your books out of your lap with a minor protest from you. "That's not going to change tonight."

"Don't underestimate me," you grabbed your cup, taking a deep sip and looking at him over the lid. 

"I would never underestimate you," he grabbed your coffee and stole a sip himself, earning a growl from you. "Half the things you say shock and confuse me."

"It's my charm."

"Let's do something fun," Kol stood up, trying to drag you with him. "Research is bloody boring."

"We have two very different ideas of 'fun,' Mikaelson," you curled up into a ball on the couch, peering up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. An idea sparked in your head, and you turned a devilish smile to the brunette. "How about tarot cards?"

You found an old deck in the compound, creating a space on the table in the central area to lay out the spread. Even though having your cards would be better, you thought you could probably make do with these. You gave Kol the cards to shuffle and watched as he spent meticulous time connecting with the cards before handing the deck back to you. You started laying out the cards on the table, forming a cross with four cards separate on the side. You tucked your legs underneath you, curling up on the floor so you were huddled by the table. Kol joined you, his back against the couch as he peered at you straightening up the cards. 

"You realize you're going to flip them over, right?"

"Shut up, Mikaelson," you chimed, finishing your organization. He watched you with a small smile, and you made the effort to ignore his stare. "We'll start with your Present card."

“Boring,” Kol sing-songed. "Tell me my future."

"I have to go in order, to give an accurate reading."

"Darling, the cards are already laid out; you can do whatever you want," Kol leaned closer to you, squinting his eyes in amusement. "I live my life in futures; who cares about the past?"

Sighing, you decided to obey the nosey vampire and flip over his cards for Future and Near Future. The two cards revealed were the Lovers and Ace of Cups, respectively. 

"In your Future is a strong romantic relationship," you start, pointing out the Lovers card featuring two swans intertwined. "This correlates to the Ace of Cups, which signifies new beginnings. Since the Ace of Cups is in your near future, you'll likely encounter someone you'll soon develop a deep, long-lasting relationship with." You turn your eyes to Kol, raising an eyebrow. "Shocking, considering your personality."

"It's not that shocking," Kol quipped, leaning closer to you. "We're here, aren't we?"

His pupils were enlarged as he gazed upon you, and his glance to your lips told you exactly where his mind was. You couldn't deny you weren't thinking the same thing. It didn't help that Kol was dangerous in an enticing way. Ignoring all rational thought, you leaned in closer, nudging his nose with yours. Your heart was beating erratically, and you heard the sharp intake of breath he took. His fingers traced up your arm, each finger leaving goosebumps in their wake. What were you doing?

"How's the research going?" a voice called from the hallway. You scooted away immediately, but Kol stayed where he was. His jaw clenched as he suppressed a growl. Freya appeared, not aware of the situation and probably not caring anyway. 

"I have a few ideas," you coughed, taking a deep breath to calm your beating heart. 

"Great, I'd love to hear them so I can stop having stressful dreams," Freya chuckled, moving over to the couch. You sent Kol a glance as you passed your journal to Freya. The look he gave you told you that what started wasn't over. And the worst part was you didn't want it to be over. 

[4] Injured after a fight

A headache. That's what you were nursing. 

A sharp ringing pierced through your ears, the lights above you blurring into a bad abstract painting. A figure appeared above you, and you slowly registered that it was calling your name. You squinted your eyes, the action causing a splitting pain as the shape of Kol formed in front of you. Worry creased his brows, and blood splattered his face. 

"Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?" Kol asked, cradling your head. You nodded, grabbing his arms to help pull yourself up. Chaos was erupting around you, and the stifling smell of magic was enough to knock you out again. That's what had happened. It was an ambush, and despite your abilities, you were blasted back into a wall, probably with a concussion and broken bones. It was times like this when you were envious of a vampire's healing skills. "I need to get you out of here."

"They need our help," you grimaced, catching Klaus ripping off someone's arms in the background. Kol caught your gaze and bothered with a slight smirk. 

"I'm sure Nik is fully capable of handling himself. Plus, my other siblings are here, and Freya called Vincent. They won't miss us."

"I'll be fine," you tried to say, but it ended in a wheeze as the effort of sitting up caused pain in your lungs. 

"You will not. Can you stand?" Kol watched you struggle for a second before picking you up. In a normal situation, you would've complained, but considering all you felt was ow ow ow ow ow you thought better than to complain. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he sped out of the scene and back to the compound. Kol laid you gently on the couch, kneeling before you, biting into his wrist and holding it to your lips. "You need to drink."

"I don't want to be a vampire," you mumbled, brushing a hand across your forehead. Your fingers held blood on them, and you became dizzy with that knowledge.

"I won't let that happen now, drink," Kol insisted, his voice having a hard edge. Considering he was a stubborn bastard, you relented. You hesitantly grabbed his wrist and brought it up to your mouth. The blood slid down your throat cleanly, but you had to suppress the urge to gag anyway since it was blood. You felt your bones click into place, and your headache dull to a memory. You finally looked up, catching Kol's gaze on you. How was it intensely erotic to have someone watch you drink their blood? There must be therapy for issues like this, but you didn't really care. How he looked at you was akin to a predator waiting to devour its next meal. You knew if you let him, he would fulfill every potential vampire fantasy one could have. He touched your cheek, touching your lips where his blood was just a second ago. He pulled away, red coating his fingers, and you suppressed a groan when he sucked the leftover blood. 

"Kol," you whispered, your voice raspy. He sat up at eye level, leaning down as if to kiss you. Of course, things weren't that easy, as his family burst into the compound right at that moment. You wanted to let out a scream of frustration but ended up being caught off guard by Klaus dropping a head by the entryway. 

"Glad to see our little witch is okay," Klaus chimed, looking pretty proud of himself. If Kol were a cartoon character, he'd blow smoke out of his ears. 

"I'm alive," you sighed. Klaus walked over, ignoring his brother's glares, and patted you on the shoulder. That was the closest thing to the affection you were getting from the hybrid. As the rest of the family delved into a conversation about the ambush, you finally got up and looked at the original kneeling on the ground before you. "We'll finish this later," you smiled, pretending to ignore the slight growl that left Kol's mouth as you walked off. 

[5] Evil has passed

"I thought you would've left."

Kol stood in the entryway of his bedroom at the Mikaelson home while you stood (guilty) by his bookshelf. 

"I was returning this book I borrowed from you," you said innocently. Putting the book back on the shelf, you turned to the man before you, trying his best to plaster on a convincing smile. The threat has passed, your job was over, and yet you were melancholy. These people had caused problems throughout your home since they arrived, yet your temporary alliance ending was something of sadness. You were tired of pretending it was for any reason other than Kol. Kol started as an annoying individual who sought to drive you up the wall, but now was someone you saw a kinship with. Your long talks on history and adventures across the globe were moments where you saw his guard fall, and you loved every second of it. It helped that he was pretty to look at. 

"I guess this means goodbye then, doesn't it witchling?" Kol sighed, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. You could swear he sounded disappointed, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. 

"Depends," you crossed your arms. "I could be persuaded to come back."

"Persuaded?" Kol inquired, that mischievous glint in his eyes telling you he would ensure a way to keep you around. "Any particular reason?"

"If someone wanted me around, I guess," you smiled, a tiny grin but good enough for Kol to stroll towards you until he towered over your figure. 

"I'll give you a good reason," Kol murmured, a devilish smirk on his lips. "Something that we kept getting interrupted for in the past." He cupped your face in his hands, lowering his lips so they were a hairsbreadth from yours. 

"Don't be a tease," you breathed. Letting out a dark chuckle, he pressed his lips to yours. It was surprisingly light, not hungry like his usual personality. He tasted like a fresh snowstorm and an evergreen forest, and you know you could get drunk on that alone. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you brought him closer to you, deepening the kiss and earning a light groan from the vampire. Kol's hands tangled in your hair, one of them going to hold your waist. Every touch of his was coldfire, and you were so glad that you were finally alone to burn in him. He tilted your head back, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat that caused you let out a moan. He nipped the junction of your neck and shoulder, kissing over it until he was back at your lips again, leaving a searing kiss. Kol pulled away, glancing at you with eyes abysmal. "What took you so long to do that?" you breathed, a grin covering your face as Kol laughed, kissing the corner of your mouth. 

"You're all mine now," Kol smiled, kissing you again. "Always and forever."

[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt.8

Enjoy, touch angsty. I'm also opening up to requests for drabbles/headcanons of moments pre-show/outside show canon for this pairing because quite frankly i'm obsessed with them (and Ian Bohen i'm in love with that man).

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

WC: 1483

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Y/n exited the house with coffee in hand to see the small army John had amassed to deal with the cattle.  From the porch steps, she watched as who she assumed was a new hand talked to Rip who clearly didn’t think much of him.  Poor lad clearly didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to be doing on a ranch.  Y/n decided he was going to need her help to survive at the Yellowstone.

John approached her, “you’re gonna go with Rip up the mountain.”

“The fuck I am.  I’m going to the reservation,” she argued.

He shook his head, “I’m not about to let you be that close to it all y/n.  This is the compromise.  You help with the river or you stay here.  This is one thing that isn’t up for discussion.”

“Fine.”

She turned on her heel to one of the horse trailers where she took the rope of a horse from Colby to load up.  As she turned to leave, she was faced by Ryan who had bought his horse on.  Y/n let out a deep sigh upon seeing him, the reality of the potential danger to them in front of her in the form of his ‘livestock agent’ vest.  

Y/n leant against the metal, “I fuckin’ hate this Ry.”

“I know you do sweetheart,” he whispered.

They spent a quiet moment just existing in each others’ presence.  Ryan wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her body against hers and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head.  Y/n allowed herself to melt into his chest, and inhale the smell of his cologne mixed in with that of the horses surrounding them. 

“You gotta promise to be fuckin’ careful out there.  I need you to come back to me when today is done,” she said.

Ryan nodded, “I promise to be careful, sweetheart.  You’re all the motivation I need to be safe.”

“I love you,” y/n whispered into the trailer.

Before he got a chance to reply, Lee interrupted them, “come on lovebirds we’ve got cattle to take back and a mountain to blow up.”

“You’ve got shit timing,” she whisper-shouted at her brother as they left, “we were having a moment.”

Lee laughed, “life is full of moments y/n, if you spend too long in one another will pass you by.”

Y/n walked past the line of trucks the hands were climbing into and headed towards where Rip had Comanche waiting for her.  She took her horse and gracefully swung up into the saddle, settling in for the long ride ahead of them.  They started off down the drive and y/n observed how uncomfortable the new hand looked on his horse.  Yeah he was gonna need all the help she could give him.  The convoy departed past them and y/n waved to her brothers in the first truck.  As the last truck drove past, Ryan looked out the window to see her blow him a kiss to which he smiled back.

-/-/-

Half an hour into their trek, y/n felt like the nerves were going to eat her alive.  Rip was leading them up the trail with no indication he wanted to talk and the hand looked far too scared to say anything so she took it upon herself to fill the silence.

“What’s your name?” Y/n asked.

The hand startled at her voice, “uh it’s Jimmy.”

“Nice to meet you Jimmy.  I’m y/n and I reckon you’re gonna need my help here,” she explained, “Rip’s a stubborn son of a bitch who thinks affection’ll kill ya and most of the others stopped maturing when they were 10 so I’m your best chance.”

“Thanks I guess?” He wasn’t sure what to make of the girl behind him.

Rip stopped her from rambling on, “what she’s conveniently missing out of her introduction is that she’s a Dutton so you’d do well to keep away from her.”

“Call off the threats Rip I know you won’t do anything to him,” y/n countered, “guy that uncomfortable on a horse didn’t apply for the job.”

Jimmy turned red at her statement, “listen I ain’t proud of what I done but-”

“Relax I don’t care what you did nor do I care to understand the decisions my father makes.  I’m just here to cowboy and ensure the place doesn’t go to shit before I get a chance to inherit it,” she explained.

Silence elapsed around the group and Rip took the opportunity to check on the youngest Dutton.  He turned around to see that she was clearly off in her own world, reins loose allowing Comanche to just follow the horse in front of him.  Her fingers were tapping out a rhythm on her saddle’s horn and Rip got the feeling her leg would be bouncing if she had her feet on the ground.

When they reached the top of the mountain they got to work setting up the charges to change the course of the river and fuck over the development next door.  Rip headed over to where Lucy was busy connecting up the wires.

“They’re gonna be safe y’know,” he stated, “on both sides of the fence.”

Jimmy looked up from the river, “is this legal?”

“You’re a criminal, what do you care?” Rip questioned.

The hand sighed, “thought the Yellowstone was gonna keep me out of trouble.”

“Getting in trouble’s the only skill you got,” Rip pointed out.

Y/n added, “difference is now you ain’t gonna get caught.”

Once everything had been set, they mounted up and headed back down the mountain.  This time y/n took the lead in an attempt to keep her mind off what would be going down on the reservation at that time.  

-/-/-

Nobody on the ranch had slept since they had returned from the reservation without Lee.  Her father had turned the house into some sort of command centre trying to locate her brother and y/n was sat on the porch steps watching the commotion having lost count of the amount of coffee she’d drank since coming back.  John and Jamie were talking around her but the words weren’t sinking into her brain.  Suddenly her father took off from the house.  Y/n shot up from the step and followed Jamie’s line of sight to where Kayce was walking Lee’s horse towards the ranch with a body slung in front of the saddle.

She gasped and felt the fear that had been keeping her going leave her body.  Her legs buckled, falling to her knees next the steps.  Jamie rushed to wrap his arms around his sister, letting her cry into his chest.  They waited in silence for Kayce to dismount the horse before Jamie let go of her to launch herself into her twin’s arms.  Y/n kept herself attached at the hip with Kayce whilst Jamie tried to get out of him what had happened but he wasn’t willing to give up any information.

At some point sat on the sofa she finally spoke, “someone needs to call Monica.”

“I’ll take Kayce back in the helicopter now.  No use rehashing this on no sleep,” John explained, “stop running on coffee and sleep.”

After the helicopter had departed, y/n made her way down the drive towards the bunkhouse.  The door banged open and the hands looked up.  The place was quiet, there was no insults being thrown around, and they were all there which was unusual for that time of day meaning Rip had given them the day off.  Ryan and Colby were on one of the sofas half-heartedly playing solitaire and Lloyd was sat reading at the table.  

Wordlessly, Ryan put down his cards and opened his arms for his girlfriend.  She made a beeline for him before burying herself in the hoodie he was wearing.  He wrapped his arms tightly around her, kissing her hair safely.  

“I love you,” Ryan whispered to her.

None of the hands made comment about the situation and Lucy fell asleep like that with tears drying on her cheeks.

-/-/-

After the funeral, y/n split from the rest of the group heading to the main house and instead made her way down to the barn in need of some emotional support from Comanche.  She found her father in one of the stalls with the stallion Kayce had been working with.

“What’s he doing here?” She asked.

John looked up at her, “think it’s your brother’s way of apologising.”

“How did it all go so wrong dad?” Y/n pondered.

He sighed, “I have no idea but this isn’t the end of it.”

“I’m still not being part of some fucked up power game dad and you don’t get to use me in some twisted politics but whatever it takes to get justice for Lee I’m onboard with,” she explained, “when we’ve got that we’ll talk again.”

John smiled at his daughter, “that’s good enough for me.”

[angelic-ambedo]

The Weirdest Fucking Movies I've Ever seen Pt. 1

Okay so I sort of champion myself as a lover of weird movies. And it's funny because regardless of how many I've seen, every time I watch a weird movie I genuinely feel as if it is the weirdest movie I've ever seen in my life.

So, I decided to make a list which compiles all of said weird movies and then a description of why I find each so uniquely weird. If you find any of these descriptions or titles intriguing, I recommend you seek these movies out, because a weird movie = a good life ya know so yeah

If you have more weird movies please please recommend them im hungry for new crazy cinema bebesssss

Eraserhead (1977) - genuinely makes no sense.

Coherence (2013) - trippy scientifically interesting thriller

Some Velvet Morning (2013) - abusive cat n mouse relationship

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) - emotional violence

Greener Grass (2019) - let's shame suburbia!

Trash Humpers (2009) - people fucking the trash...?

Julien Donkey-Boy (1999) - mental illness be so sad and trippy

Gummo (1997) - literal photo album of a dysfunctional town

Slaughtered Vomit Dolls (2006) - bulimia PSA in disguise

Black Bear (2020) - art seeps into the "real" world

Begotten (1990) - god kills himself

Trouble Every Day (2001) - eating people presented as...a turn on?

Baise-Moi (2000) - punk feminist murderous women are sick and society sux

Palindromes (2004) - one character is played by a ton of different actors of different ages, races, and sexes

964 Pinocchio (1991) - so much vomit, even more cyberpunk lobotomy sex machine madness

Meet the Feebles (1989) - the muppets give each other STDs and commit mass murder

In the Realm of the Senses (1976) - a torrid, pornographic affair used to escape the horrors of a war-torn world

Enter the Void (2009) - going to the past, present, and future, POV shots that include blinking, going inside the body, taboo themes with a psychedelic style

Love (2015) - horny pseudo-porno about a misogynistic asshole who somehow pulls hot, sexually adventurous women

Climax (2018) - LSD fueled nightmare

Pink Flamingos (1972) - a competition to be the "filthiest person alive" (spoiler alert: the cool drag queen wins)

Vivarium (2019) - Suburbia is still creepy, guys

Be My Cat: A Film for Anne (2015) - can we please stop having erotomania like celebrities aren't into u babe :(

No No Nooky TV (1987) - Computers being cool and saying "boobs" and "clit"

The Piano Teacher (2001) - unsafe nonconsensual bdsm and sexual repression is...no. please no.

The Night Porter (1974) - stockholm syndrome and wild bdsm stuff with postwar themes

Belle de Jour (1967) - more bdsm themes

Titane (2021) - woman fucks a car and gets pregnant

Daisies (1966) - two girls cut up pickles and destroy the patriarchy

Creep 1 and 2 (2014, 2017) - murder has never been this funny

Garbanzo Gas (2007) - a human cow gets an all-expenses paid trip to a motel before it hits the slaughterhouse

Melancholie der Engel (2009) - ew.

In Our Garden (2002) - old men dicks + weirdest dialogue I've ever heard in my life

The Rehearsal (TV series) (2022) - this is the ultimate weirdest thing ever and I don't know how else to categorize it.

Trigger Warnings (all of these movies are weird/fucked up but some of them contain actual fucked up stuff that like. happened in real life. so below are the triggers for that kind of stuff. All of these films are genuine films, not the gore stuff the internet produces, but some of them because of the country/time period/transgressiveness include content that is inappropriate and/or ethically unacceptable, so I've included those movies below)

Baise-Moi - unsimulated sex scenes which includes SA scenes that actors consented to but characters did not. this proves a feminist point but is still incredibly upsetting and stayed with me for a while as there are close ups and its awful.

In the Realm of the Senses - Please look into this one more before you watch it, I'm not going to describe things in detail because it makes me so uncomfortable but there are some scenes that involve young actors that should not ethically have been in the situations they were put in. The movie is exceptionally well made and from what I know globally respected so I don't know why they had to ruin it for me but whatever.

Pink Flamingos - One infamous scene involves an actual chicken death. It was the early 70s (long time ago and no PETA) and they apparently ate the chicken afterward, so I felt less immoral about this one but still gross.

Melancholie der Engel - okay please genuinely never watch this movie unless you're super into traumatizing yourself and are very desensitized I guess. There's a ton of actual animal abuse in very very graphic/unnecessarily disturbing shock type situations. There's other bad unsimulated stuff but this is the worst of it from what I know.

Love and Meet the Feebles contain scenes that are transphobic and/or racist, which is gross. Slaughtered Vomit Dolls was made by a very bad person. A bunch of the movies also have unsimulated sex stuff, I don't know if that makes anyone uncomfortable but if it does I'm just putting it out there.

[revryebread]

INCONGRUOUS

Last night we were shooting the shit and asked: Does the infinity Train have a Reaper's Game? If so, who's the game-master? Who is there?

What if Shoka died and saw Alphonse in the Reaper's Game but he had clearly made his way to being a Reaper?

------------------------------------

If she was a betting woman, Shoka Sakurane would have bet that she was immortal while on the Infinity Train.

It's stupid to say, but she had already died before she came on in the first place- what was it going to do? Kill her again? She's double dead? At the very least, she wouldn't end up in the UG a second time. She'd probably just vanish into nothing, Erasure immediately.

It's what she deserved, probably.

But the fact she was having these thoughts at all, this feeling of incredulousness- it meant she wasn't erased. Something decided she should have another chance, AGAIN. As if she hadn't squandered enough already. She thought back to her friend back in Shinjuku- so long ago she can't remember her name. She never got a second chance, she barely got her first.

Regardless. Her eyes shoot open on the floor of the Platformer Car, and she can feel the phantom pain of her death- a misplaced jump, an offbrand thwomp. She sits up and tries to walk herself through the process she's seen so many kids go through- an annoying side effect of the job is playing therapist. She focused herself in on the advice she would give them: whatever got you can't hurt you anymore, but more hurt is coming if you don’t get your shit together.

Her phone vibrates with a familiar giggle, and she reflexively goes to her pocket to pull it out, and as she does, catches her hand and arm in her peripheral vision-

Her green number was gone. The mark she had gained after killing Al that wrapped up her hand, arm, all the way to her neck- it was gone. There was part of her that wishes she felt relief, but it's a hollow victory. Scott free again for Shoka Sakurane. The girl who never faces consequences, just stays ahead of them.

She pushes the new, fun way of self loathing out of her head and locks back in on her phone to be greeted with a familiar UI, and a familiar notification.

Welcome to orientation. Task: Clear two cars and check in. Time limit: Two Days. Cost for failure: Erasure

A good song never dies- she was back in the Reaper’s Game, on the train's personal UG. Part of it should make her laugh- Trish was always whining about how the train was a stand, and turns out it was Shoka’s world that was real. Hilarious. 

She forced herself up to her feet, wiped off her jacket, and pulled out her pins - two cars would be child's play for her. Whoever this game-master was, they were playing with Kids gloves.

---------

Come the end of the first night, and Shoka had smashed through two cars with an Apex like fervor. There were no denizens or other passengers, so the jury was still out on how they would interact with her in her new not-alive state, but some jumping puzzles and the simon says car made for easy progress. 

When she opens the door at the end of her second car, she's happy atleast to finally see someone, and a morbid sense of familiarity comes with it when she sees the wings and hoodie. 

“Heya, newbie.” It's some tall dipshit that reminds her of Beat. Great. “Welcome to da toughest game of all, da Reaper’s Game! I'm sure yous got questions about where or what ya are, but your pal Joey here-”

“Awh, this is so cute- is it your first week being a Reaper?” Shoka doesn't have time for a petty Reaper to be giving her orders- she flashes her Shibuya Reaper pin. “I've got a couple of years on you sweaty, save it for some other idiot.”

The boy stammers, knocked out of his opening number- “Oh, I- but they said yous was a player?” He starts to flip through his phone, presumably reading some kind of orientation guide, his stupid face twisting as it tried to grind into motion. “And dat pin doesn't look too familiar to me, are you one of ours or da last guys?”

Hmm- so this game has recently had a leadership turnover too. Whatever political issues this UG was having was already more interesting than dicking around on the normal train. 

“Think of me as a transfer, dummy. Or- don’t try to think of me at all. I’m worried it might make your little brain sputter out.” The boy frowned, but was unable to come up with a comeback as Shoka had COMPLETELY taken control of the conversation. “Some simple questions for you, did I ante anything up this time? Is this a team sport? How longs the game?”

The boy began to sweat, it clearly was his first week. How did he ever win a game in the first place? She had half a thought to just erase this idiot and take his Reaper pin and find her way to the top, but she heard someone warp in behind the two of them-

“Joey, are you having-” 

You're going to carry this with you

 “Is that you?”

She span on her heels, hoping to see anyone else, but she recognized his fucking voice, and his stupid fucking stance. Alphonse Elric, but with a black sweater vest and black noise wings. The two of them locked eyes for a second, and she tried to open her mouth but just made the stupid sounds that Joey had been making moments earlier.

”What finally got you?”

Al was the first one to talk, and unfortunately was much better at keeping a poker face then Shoka. He spoke in a very practiced cool tone- she didn’t know if that meant he had gotten over it or was seething. Which only made her MORE mad.

Luckily, though, it gave her an off ramp that wasn’t ‘confront the guy you killed and now is in charge of you in the afterlife.’ “Still no good with girls, huh Alphie?” She put on a fake smile that she hoped wasn’t obvious and half turned to give him a very visible cold shoulder. “You can’t just ask people that, it’s rude. Read a book.” She could see Joey’s confused face, and she was certain that the only thing he’d ever read was a Sports Illustrated. “Do you twos know each other or somethin?” 

She shot a glance back at Al, and she could see his cool expression had dropped to an expression barely cloaked anger. Guilt hit her in the chest, especially after the events of Poker, this might be the only person she knows here. So she should play nice and not jump on that weakness he’s showing. “I’m the reason he’s here, so yes, you could say we know each other pretty well.” 

“That’s not-” Al started to argue, but Shoka turned back to Joey again to cut him off. “But it’s not important. I just wanna know what the game format is. Can you give that to me, Joey? Or is it too many syllables back to back for you to remember?”

Joey was blushing and struggling even more now, and Shoka felt a hand on her shoulder. She tensed up hard and went to jerk away, but Al’s hand gripped there for a second- the one she had shot off.

“I’ve got this one, Joey. She’ll be my charge.” Al sounded resolute and pissed. She glared up at him and pushed his hand off, spinning on her heel again. “What the fuck do you mean, Charge? Is this a fucking mentorship program?”

“Game format. Each Reaper is paired with at least one player. Welcome back Shoka, we’re partners.”

“This is a fucking nightmare.” She shattered another glass on a wall near his head, and Al lifted his head back up into the place where it was sitting, head in his hands. She had been throwing a fit, (Al’s words), for the past hour. Wrecking this Sur La table Car in a way that was, unfortunately, only reflected in the UG. 

This game was apparently a partner/ward situation. Which meant that while she was supposed to be paired with dipshit, Alphonse had taken it over and was now her direct handler. Which was bullshit. A conflict of interest. A stab in the fucking back. An affront to the reapers game as a whole. But Al was, unfortunately, uninterested in hearing her complaints, and while he definitely seemed smug about his decision, it was pyrrhic at best.

“Deal with it or be erased, Shoka. I don’t-” Al started and was cut off by another plate shattering into the wall and sighed loudly. “Oh you get to throw out threats now? Big man with the big threats? Was it not enough that I killed you once? That I felt guilty? Now I have to be haunted by the actual fucking idiot. And he has my old job?” She let out a guttural yell and collapses to the ground, miserable. Al waits for a second on his seat to see if she actually has worn herself out or not. “Your not even going to give me a chance, are you? Your gonna pull me along just to see me erased.”

Al quietly gets up from the far side of the room and walks over to her, glass crunching under his feet. She can imagine this scene from the third person and feels humiliated. Al stands over her for a moment with his hands in his pockets, quiet. She waits for him to say something, and he doesn’t. After a few attempts to rearrange the glass on the floor into a shape, he finally sighs and breaks the silence.

“I don’t want you to be erased, Shoka, and I’m not doing this to try and ruin your chances at winning the game.” Shoka sneers up at him, “Oh, high and mighty now then. Better-than-me Alphonse helping the down and out killer he-”

“You didn’t kill me, Shoka.” That stops her dead in her tracks, and again, she begins to sound like Joey stumbling over her words. “You’re a fucking liar. I shot you.” 

“That’s not what got me. I got out of there, got patched up in the colosseum car, and got in a fight with someone else. You hurt me really bad, and I don’t forgive you for that, but you didn’t kill me.”

Shoka had been sitting and stewing in the guilt of what she had done to Al for months. Every single thought she had since the Caboose was tinged with guilt and anger and righteousness from killing Alphonse Elric- and she fucking didn’t. It was all for nothing. What had she been mad for? What had she been tearing herself up and twisting herself into knots about?

She stood up suddenly enough that Al stepped back, but she closed the distance and pointed in a finger in his chest.. “Say you’re lying.” She didn’t even know what she was saying, she was all id at the moment. “Admit that you’re fucking lying.”

“Shoka- it’s not a lie, it’s true. You didn’t kill me.” He regained some sort of stubborn confidence and stopped backing up- “Would it be easier for you if you did?”

She wants to hit him again. She wants him to swing at her even- any sort of fight or violence to avoid talking this out with her words. She doesn’t have them, they’ve left with all her misplaced aggressions she’s carried around for weeks. She opens her mouth to hurl another insult, or demand another confession. Nothing comes out, and her hands curl into fists. 

She screams, and collapses on the ground again-

“Are you- Shoka-” It’s Al’s turn to struggle for words now, because she’s fallen and has just begun to sob. There comes a tipping point with emotion, and she’s hit it.

---

He leaves her alone to regain her composure, because neither of them are emotionally solid enough to manuever through the “so you thought you killed me, and wanted to, and you carried the guilt with you for months before finding out that actually you didn't” and so they both decide to pretend it didn’t happen and push past it. A problem solving method that has never failed anyone ever. 

Days in the UG are weird- they close and end suddenly, and don’t have the connective tissue of Waking Up and Falling Asleep. The days games end and you appear in the next one. It’s an odd feeling, but the familiarity of it makes Shoka Nostalgic, and she is able to kick back in to the next day with full vigor.

Her first thought of the day is the recognition that she’s walking up to him on a street corner, which again, feels right for a Reaper’s Game. There were skyscrapers, but it wasn’t Shibuya, or any city she recognized for that matter.

“Morning Alphie.” It lacks the blood that her usual sneers have, because she can’t find the bitterness in her right now. Al seems to be understanding, and nods at her, holding out a little aluminum wrap.

“I got you one.” He mutters, biting into a breakfast burrito of his own and looking around the car. She stares at it for a second and takes it, leaving a silence that she hopes is as good as a Thanks. He looks at her for long enough to confirm that it isn’t, and sighs. “So-”

The giggle from her texts stops him from prying, and she snaps it open instead of allowing him to finish whatever nightmare he was about to lead them down-

Welcome to Orientation. Day two. Task: Clear two cars and check in. Time limit: Two Days. Cost for failure: Erasure If you’ve already finished- congratulations. Take the day off.

She frowns. What she needed was a distraction, not a day off. She looks up to Al, who has a look on his face that says he already knows the assignment. He shrugs. “Do you want me to leave you alone today?”

She starts to formulate a new insult her head to drive him away, and it jumps out at her- he’s got both of his hands. She hadn’t seen him with one arm for long, but the image had been burnt into her mind for so long that it still throws her off guard. They just have a clean slate with each other. In a way. A vague way.

“You’d leave a girl alone in an unfamiliar city?” Fuck, wait- That’s asking him to stay, isn’t it? She tries to backtrack but is flustered enough that she fumbles it. “Yeah. Get out of here, I’ll walk around or whatever.” Al sighs again, pinching his nose. “Shoka…”

“Ugh! Fine! Stick Around! I don’t care, I’m walking away, follow if you want!” She shouts like any of what she said in the last minute is congruous with each other, turns on her heel, and walks the fuck away. Al takes a beat and follows.

[killmongerskeepermain]

Ghostface!Shuriri Headcanons

Surprise! Surprise! I got some headcanons for Ghostface!Shuriri for yall. Also I recreated a tag list so in case yall want to be tagged in anything, go ahead and fill out this form right here. ---> Taglist Form

Normal Lives

●👻● Outside her ghostface persona Riri is the perfect student. Still in college. 

●👻● Top of her class(of course), shows up on time, takes perfect notes, turns in work before the deadline, you name it. 

●👻● She doesn't mind doing work for her classmates. You want her to do your homework for you? It'll cost ya. (Her prices ain't cheap.)

●👻● Straight sneakerhead. Will make sure every outfit is tied together by the shoe.

●👻● Loves to go clubbing. Usually ends up with her finding a girl for her and Shuri for fuck around with if they're bored.

●👻● Despite her usually sticking to herself, no one truly has a problem with her. (If they do, RIP.)

●👻● Will talk her shit. Super sassy. Doesn't matter who you are or where ya live. Her slick mouth usually gets her in trouble. But ain't nobody gone jump with her partner a couple feet behind her.

●👻● Speaking of the partner, Shuri is the one who stays out of the limelight. 

●👻● She got away from Wakanda after T'Challa's passing. She believed he could be saved but that no one was trying hard enough. She dropped her duties as princess and went completely off the grid.

●👻● She spends most of her time in the lab under the house. Making new weapons, traps, home defenses. (She's still one of the smartest people on earth.) 

●👻● Also a sneakerhead. She's the one who likes to match shoes on a date.

●👻● Only goes clubbing so she doesn't have to hear Riri beg over and over again. 

●👻● Riri may be sassy but Shuri is MEAN. She does not give two fucks if she hurts your feelings. If you can't handle what she has to say then don't even look in her direction. 

●👻● If Riri has a problem with someone, so does Shuri. They're a package deal at this point. But if you're cool then you shouldn't have to worry about anything happening to you.

👻👻 "You know you was supposed to cash app me yesterday." Riri held a look of annoyance on her face as the football player fidgeted with his jacket. "Ah shit I forgot, $600 right?" She gave a small grin as she shook her head. "Nah, that was yesterday's price. It doubled since you forgot." His face fell and he bent down to mumble so his friends wouldn't hear. "$1200 is a little much don't you think?"

"Bet you won't forget again. I don't do this shit for free." She spat and he clenched his jaw. "What, are you gonna hit me pretty boy?" He steps closer to her before his eyes locked with another pair of brown orbs. "Is there a problem?" He quickly shook his head and sent Riri the money he owed before heading back to his friends. "I had it." The shorter girl grinned as she placed a kiss on Shuri's cheek. 

"Of course you did."

Behind The Mask

●👻● They don't just go around killing people for the hell of it. Their victims are usually people who did wrong by them or just don't deserve to live out their lives. Doing the world a favor.

●👻● Shuri uses a hunting knife with a sleek edge while Riri uses one with a ridged blade. 

●👻● Shuri is better when it comes to speed. She was training with her brother when he was alive. So if you manage to get away from Riri, you're not getting away from her. Loves the chase. Don't run. It only makes it more fun for her. "I love when they run."

●👻● Riri loves to play with their victims. Turns any chase into a game of cat and mouse. She also excels when it comes to stealth. She's the one who sneaks up on you when you're not looking. Can disappear in the blink of an eye. "Eyes on me ma."

●👻● Riri almost never has a messy kill. One clean cut is all it takes, hence her weapon of choice. Shuri on the other hand usually has some pent up aggression that she lets out during a kill. Not too much blood but just enough.

●👻● Won't let you see them in action. The only time was when you first met. But never again. The two agreed to keep everything ghostface related away from you. No matter how many times you ask. 

●👻● They did allow you to see them behind their ghostface personas only one time. The three of you drove to an abandoned building to show you how they hunt after endless begging. They even gave you a head start to run and hide. They made a bet on who would find you first with the loser making dinner. It didn't take long for Shuri to find you and to this day you and Riri wondered how she did it. 

👻👻 The only sound you heard was your own footsteps on the hard floor as you tried to be sneaky and find a good hiding spot. The building was long abandoned but still stood strong for a quick game of hide and seek. The two women gave you 10 minutes to hide and you had to admit your heart was racing. Quick, you say as you notice the cloak disappearing around the corner. You ducked under a nearby desk as one of them dragged into the room. You had a feeling it was Riri with how quiet they were. Even though they weren't going to hurt you, the thrill of it all sent jolts through your bones. When she left the room you took off down the hall with a wide grin. Time was almost up. Just before you could reach the doorway, a gloved hand grabbed your waist and you squealed. Looking up you saw Shuri take off her mask with a smirk. "How did you…..where did you come from!"

"What's the matter mamas? You look like you've seen a ghost."

When It Comes To You

●👻●Shuri is somewhat touch starved. So anytime you hug her from behind or snuggle up to her it makes her heart flutter. She eats it up.

●👻● Riri on the other hand loves having her hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, grabbing your waist, or having you in her lap. 

●👻● They never let you go somewhere alone. If Riri can't be with you, Shuri is going and vice versa.

●👻● Riri is really big on PDA. Loves leaving small kisses and hickeys everywhere. Especially when someone hits on you while she's there. Shuri isn't into PDA like that but will not hesitate to pull you into a sloppy kiss if someone is bothering you. If it makes the other guy uncomfortable then it was worth it. 

●👻● Shuri gets jealous easily when it comes to you and Riri. That's where that sloppy kiss comes into play. And when you blush and hide your face in her neck, she's glaring at whoever is trying to shoot their shot. Also super territorial.

●👻● When you're alone they love to shower you in affection. Shuri loves running her fingers through your hair while Riri leaves trails of kisses along your shoulder. CUDDLE PUDDLE!

●👻● They will pamper you every chance they get when you're all together. Hugs? Kisses? Cuddles? Sex? They'll take care of you and all your needs. They will give you everything and anything you ask for.

●👻● Shuri teaches you and Riri Xhosa. You've learned that catching her off guard when switching languages flips a switch in her head. 

●👻● You're untouchable. No one in their right mind is going to lay a finger on you without lethal consequences. You want someone taken care of? Just say the word and they're gone.

●👻● They will not under any circumstances let you tag along for a kill. They would never put you through witnessing something as vile as them killing someone. Never again.

●👻● You definitely play with the voice changer. They have different ones but at this point you know who is who when they try to freak you out. 

👻👻 You tiptoed around the house trying to find your two girlfriend's with the small box in your hand. You found them on the couch watching Friday the 13th and grinned at the sight. Riri was lying under Shuri who had her arm over the girl's shoulder. You brought the box up to your lips and clicked the button. "Cuddling without me? How disrespectful." The two looked back at you before their laughter filled the room. "Girl, put that shit down and get over here." You sat down the voice changer and moved to lay your head down in Shuri's lap and your legs on Riri's. Though of course she couldn't keep her hands to herself and ended up between them. 🤭

[stealerofthe2ndbraincell]

ARCANE ACT 3

LIVEBLOG TIME! 🎉🎉

(Once again, more like a reaction then a live blog but sssh)

S2 Ep8: Killing Is A Cycle

Mel in the Ebenezer Scrooge chains again (I know it was Jacob Marley that was in the chains throughout but still) :(

THIS TRANSFORMATION IS SO COOL.

Would be a bit cooler if she wasn't screaming bloody murder throughout but I get it.

They really took some of the excellent bits of her design and decided to really lean into them more for this.

I kind of wish the internet hadn't fucked over the word "empath" cause that made me giggle.

We can't see the sorceress from here but is she meant to resemble the girl from Mel's backstory?

I need to stop pausing to say this immediately before it happens.

Okay so it isn't her, duly noted. I would suck in a fight against this thing.

Did it really say "yeah you're cool but you can still be stabbed, so how powerful are you actually 🙄🙄".

Calamity and Red seem to be associated strongly cause I immediately thought of Breath of the Wild.

I'm living for this backstory.

She must be so cold.

It's all coming back :((

OH SHIT VIKTOR'S IN THE ORB NOW.

God. That's terrifying. Viktor is suddenly extremely terrifying to me.

I'm surprised Ambessa isn't remotely surprised at him mentioning Jayce. He was probably missing for months at this point.

"I will evolve all those willing" so everyone? Everyone in your cult, Viktor? Because they're a literal hivemind so I doubt he'd have much problem.

VI I MISSED YOU.

YOU DID NOT HAVE TO HAVE THAT ISHA FLASHBACK OMG:((

Why does it look like a pokeball? That's so distracting lol

God Maddie is failing across the board, it's embarrassing, girl...

This argument between Cait and Vi was so deserved to be honest.

Maddie is probably hearing all of this...

I never considered Jinx would surrender.

Is Jinx not eating?

Damn what if you just punched me in the gut wow...

Her nails bleeding HURT me so much

"no amount of good deeds can undo OUR crimes" I'm so interested in the "our" from Caitlyn....

Jayce, love ya, but I am not on your side in this argument.

Although, Mel I think calling him and Viktor a "wise investment" in this moment is probably not the move either but still

I was slightly concerned that Jayce's flashbacks (? Would that be the right term for these) would stop once Viktor was "killed". Apparently not.

I'm happy for this turnabout.

I thought in Act 2 he reminded me of S1 Jinx and I'm pushing with that idea now.

Oh nevermind. He almost shot Viktor again.

I know it is very likely one of his followers and not actually Viktor, but damn that robot waist line lmao

Poor Mel probably has very little clue what's going on right now.

I'm distracted by Jayce's design tbh. The black and red colour scheme is sooo nice on his new look.

....

...Well that caught me off guard...

He STILL wants Jayce to be his partner WHAT :'(

"My partner died in this room." OUCH

MEL, MY GIRL!!! 👏👏👏👏

I want to be more enthusiastic for her, but she looks borderline in pain whenever she uses her magic so far :((

WHY ARE YOU PURPLE, JAYCE??

WAIT SO WAS VIKTOR WAITING TO SEE IF JAYCE WOULD JOIN HIM BEFORE STARTING THE EVOLUTION?

After last episode I legitimately, for a second, thought Silco was still alive.

He's not a nice person at all obviously, but in Jinx's hallucination he seems to sound harsher to her?

I did not need to see her spit that out up close.

Wait. It actively fell from her mouth where is it?

O W

I AM SO SCARED, JINX. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE GOING TO "BREAK THE CYCLE"

Is there a reason Mel needs to wear the cloak?

"You will never be a passenger". Listen , I was actually hoping for more from my Jayce and Mel interactions. Both scenes they feel very off-kilter and standoffish of each other. A lot more tense then before (for understandable reasons considering what they both just went through) that I was hoping would start to heal.... but has'nt. However, that line hit.

I am obsessed with the designs of these background characters.

Am I missing something? Who is that playing that random piano??

I feel bad. I don't recognise him.

This entire sequence hurts.

OH. Wait I think I get the inclusion of the piano man. I hope I do otherwise I've just completely forgotten a character lol

[laquiet]

So... I forced my friend into watching Stranger Things (pt. 3)

Hey, I'm back! Just posting the other half of my friends reaction for s3. If you didn't see the other post, here's part 2

4. About Billy and the mindflayed)

"THIS BILLY COMES STRAIGH FROM HELL" "WHY DOESN'T HE DIE ALREADY?"

A few moments later, by the last episode:

"HE DIED?" "HE DIED😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭" "BILLY YOU DESERVED TO LIVE😭😭😭😭" "I KNOW I SAID THAT THEY HAD TO KILL YOU BUT YOU WERE ALREADY TURNING BACK TO NORMAL😭😭😭"

Furthermore, she thought the mindflayed people literally exploding into dead meat were gross.

5. She forgot Holly existed, and remembered that this season lol

When Holly noticed the trees were moving:

"Holly, the only one with coherent worries" "But really, I've never pictured Mike as an older brother. He has young sibling vibes" "Never mind I almost wrote Mike Byers instead of Mike Wheeler"

To that I replied, "Well, he really does spend more time at Will's house than his own🤡." Then she said that Mike's and Will's name is similar and that Mike Byers and Will Wheeler sounds better???? I really did not understand, but it was a funny moment.

6. She thought Hopper was alive since the very moment he "died"

I didn't have to say a word, she just saw it and thought "Hmm, guess he lived". The post credit scene just proved that for her.

"I'm gonna tell ya, now I think Hopper really didn't die"

7. Final thoughts about the season:

"Dude... First I got really mad with Mike for not genuinely apologizing to Will, I was sad that Billy really had to die, and very upset that Hopper died." "But I have this suspicion [that Hopper survived], but maybe it's just me reading into things that aren't there." "AND THEY [The Byers and El] MOVED😭😭😭😭" "And Mileven is back, right? That's sad news for me"

She loved s3, but criticized the fact that the writers didn't give Will more protagonism. In fact, she got incredulous. We discussed a lot about that, and we both agree that Will's traumas should get more addressed and he got really sidetracked after episode 3, being turned into a plot device only, it seemed.

She criticized that Mike didn't have much of a storyline besides his relationship with El (especially since his fight with will was forgotten)

She also tought El and Mike were both immature to have a healthy relationship, and got very annoyed everytime they kissed or talked lol

After all of that, we went straight into s4! So... stay tuned

You know what, I give up on making her wait. The poor girl really wants to see more about Stranger Things community here on Tumblr lol.

[doveatheart]

Welcome to the show~ Hazbin hotel Angel dust x Reader

This is my first idk what to call it, story? But anywhoooo give a little grace. Hope you enjoy!

Before you read just some things to know, reader is g!n. That’s really it…

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You were falling. You didn’t dare open your eyes. The wind around you brushed your face tauntingly. You hit the ground with a Thump and a groan emitting your mouth. You opened your eyes slightly. Your first impression was interesting. From the red sky with a pentagram, to the fights other sinners were getting into. You knew where you were. No doubt you were in Hell. You had come to terms when you were alive that you soul would live down here in eternal flames for eternity.

Your instincts then kicked in. Where were you gonna go? Obviously you need to make an impression. It’s either fight or flight, and you plan on being known. You got up, only to be met with white fluff.

“Hrmph.” You detached from the soft fur to be met with a sinner. He undoubtedly looked like a spider. His multiple arms gave it away.

The spider looked down at you.

“Hey-“ He looked at you. He noticed your torn up clothes and your slightly scared look… You knew in his eyes he pitied you. You were always good at reading people. He backed up a bit from the close proximity and said, “Hey toots. You look new.”

“Yea, just fell.” You replied, grabbing your arm and rubbing it nervously.

“Angel Dust. Nice to meet cha’. Ya know, you lucky you ain’t bombarded by some creep.” He said. He knew Valentino would kill for a new soul and he ain’t gonna let that happen.

“(Y/N), you too.” No doubt you both felt as if you knew each other.

“Wait, (N/N)?” You immediately recognized him.

“Anthony?” No doubt this was your childhood bestie.

Angel, or Anthony, immediately brought you into a tight hug. He never thought he’d see you again. You were his lifeline. You kept him sane after his crazy mafia dad made Anthony’s life a nightmare. Some of Angel’s “Fans” noticed him, and he rushed you outta there like no tomorrow. He didn’t want you to fall into the same trap he did. No, he will never let you make that same mistake he did.

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He kept blabbering on about some Hotel that you can stay at. You were in a trance the whole walk. You were most focused on your surroundings. You were always weary to trust. But with Ant (your nickname you gave him) it came naturally. Before you new it, you were on a path. Cement to be exact. The hot sidewalk led up to a massive hotel, its red paint outside matching nicely to the red sky of Hell. You looked to the top and saw the words “Hazbin Hotel”. Angel threw open the heavy wooden doors and pushed inside, immediately calling for someone named Charlie. A bubbly blonde girl rushed in.

“Angel what’s the- OMG HIEEEEE! ANGEL WHOS THISSSS? HI MY NAMES CHARLIE! IOWNTHISHOTELANDIMSOEXCITEDYOURHERE!AREYOUSTAYING?” She stood shaking your hand nonstop. She wore a red suit, with these red circles on her cheeks.

Hmm. Interesting. Something to ask about later. Right now you need to get out of this handshake that was now starting to hurt from the girls grip.

“Vaggie! We have a new guest! Come see!” The girl called out. Then another girl with white hair, and a very distinctive ❌ over her eyes emerged. She held her spear at the ready, which glistened in the light.

“No need for that Vags.” Angel replied, trying to get the woman to put away the weapon, gently pushing away the shining spearhead. “Everyone meet the best, cutest little patootie in the world, (Y/N)!” He was obviously happy to see you.

“What’s your purpose here.” The spear girl asked.

“Uhhh, I honestly don’t know. I just fell and Anthony found me and brought me here.” You turn to your friend. “Why am I here Anthony?”

“To stay with your best friend of course!” He said side hugging you and ruffling your hair.

“OOOOooooo! I get your room key! Nifty! Get a room ready!” Charlie then sped off to the front desk.

“Wait hun-“ Vaggie then ran off after the cheerful hotel owner.

“Soooooo, what do ya think?” Angel asked you.

You looked around. Everything was a shade of red. The walls, the carpets, even the curtains. The one thing that stuck out was the bar. Behind it sat a grumpy cat. You found yourself very interested in his wings. You wanted to touch them to see how soft they were. OR his ears, OH HIS EARS. You could only imagine the soft fur. Angel saw you staring at the bartender.

“So you’ve taken a likin’ to Husky too~” Angel said. Then pulled you over. “Kitty, meet (Y/N). (Y/N) meet Husker, the bartenda’ of this fine joint.”

Husk just grunted in response and continued wiping his glassware, only looking at you once. You chuckled at his reaction.

Then the cutest little one eyed thing ran past you.

“That’s Nifty, the housekeeper.” Angel said

“Hi, I like to clean.” The little cyclops said before scurrying off and muttering, “Dust, Dust, So much dust, I need to clean this dust!”

“We’re pretty sure she’s harmless….” Angel said hesitantly before turning to Husk.

Then behind you, you heard static, not a normal static but something along the lines of radio.

”Angel. You didn’t tell me we were getting a new guest.” Said the voice behind you.

It honestly scared you. One second there was nothing there, the next there’s someone breathing on your shoulder. You turned around.

”Ah, hey Smiles,” Angel said Cooly.

You knew the moment you saw His face he was important. Your gut knew he was somewhat a threat. The strangerhad red hair, with black tips that was cut short, in his hair sat two tufts of hair that resembled ears and two little itty bitty antlers. He wore a red pinstripe suit, a black bow tie, and held a long microphone staff which he leaned on. He tilted his head, amused by your immediate reaction of him. Man, who does his hair? He really needs to go to a different stylist. As if almost reading your mind (Why wouldn’t you be surprised) he asked.

“Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Great! I’m Alastor, the Radio demon! Surely you’ve heard of me from my Radio broadcasts.” He held out a hand and you shook it.

“Uhh sorry, Mr. Demon. I- uh just fell.” You replied stuttering a bit. His aura was enough to get the toughest guy shaking in his boots.

“Alastor!” You knew the voice to be Charlie’s, across the lobby from its unusual happiness. “Could you come help me?” Alastor walked away without another word.

Ya. You could get used to this team of misfits.

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A/n: Omg! My first ever public story! I’m so glad my first could be with Angel! Love that weirdo. Sorry if the character seemed off. I’m tryin’. Anywho, Ty’s for reading! I rlly appreciate it. Please give me ideas cuz me brain is not working. Love y’all!

[13a07s]

My Everything #2

(Shoyo Hinata)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to seranlynx]

Requested by: @l1l14i

Word Count: 3,275

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Cyber bullying (?)

Slight fighting

Weed (Fun fact, as of 2023 weed is still illegal in Japan but we're going to ignore that)

Alcohol

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I looked at the comments. I know Akaashi told me not to, but I did anyway, and it was the dumbest thing I could have done. Since looking, my eyes have been constantly scrolling over the thousands of comments.

     They look so cute!

     She's so lucky! I would kill to have @Hinata._.Shoyo on me like that!

     Do you think this is the mystery girlfriend?

     No wonder #21 never shuts up about her. I wouldn't either!

      Omg, there's a new hottest OTP in the volleyball world. @Bokuto.Koutaro and @Akaashi_Keiji better watch out

     Despite all the good comments praising the glimpse of our relationship, all the compliments thirsting over Shoyo and me, even the upright vail sexual things people wish to do to one or both of us, all I can focus on is the bad comments.

     Ew, that's the mystery girlfriend? I excepted... better

     She's chubby, for an athlete's girlfriend

     No wonder @Hinata._.Shoyo is so dedicated to his sport. If I had to go home to that I'd drown myself in volleyball too

     Gold digger if I've ever seen one

     @MSBY_Black_Jackal maybe get #21's eyes checked??? That is nowhere near the hottest woman alive. Even from the glanced photo, I can see a million needed improvements.

     What the hell is up with her hair???

     My hand jumps up to my head, tugging on my towel hat so it comes unraveling. Right after, my fingers run through my hair, working out some of the wet knots I haven't paid attention to since getting out of the shower. Shoyo likes my hair... I think. He likes it, right?

I haven't talked to Shoyo about the post yet. We were alone long enough for him to drop his bags before he and a few other Jackals went down to the hotel gym for their workout sessions. With me being alone in the room it's given me plenty of time to check the comments, unpack, check the comments, shave, check the comments, shower, and check the comments.

Since he was in such a rush to meet up with the team, he left his phone behind. That has given me time to ponder going on his phone and scrolling through what he's been tagged in that I haven't seen yet. I know the password, it's my birthday, and it's not like Shoyo would care. It still feels wrong doing it without asking, even if I know he doesn't mind.

     The girls' - and Akaashi's - group chat has been dinging every ten minutes or so. They've all been telling me to not look or reply to any of the comments, asking what room we're in so someone can sit with me until the boys get back, telling me I'm beautiful, that Shoyo loves me more than anything in this world.

     I've been ignoring their texts - and the occasional call - as much as I can, barely sparing them a glance. I know Shoyo loves me, that he thinks I'm beautiful. I also know he's a man and that he finds other girls beautiful too.

     I've looked at the profiles of some of the commenters, mostly the ones commenting on my weight or openly slutting themselves out to my boyfriend. A lot of them have been supermodel pretty. Supermodel skinny too. I keep trying to remind myself that those photos aren't natural. That they are photoshopped or filtered. That my photo with Shoyo hasn't been touched up. It was snapped and posted.

The hotel door beeps the click of the door opening following the approved key swipe. "Ya, ya, I'll ask the Mrs. I'll let you know. Ya, see you soon," Shoyo rambles to one of his teammates, slowly sliding his way into the room. "Hey baby," he greets, tone instantly softening and his face relaxing at the sight of me.

     "Hi," I snip back, casting my eyes to my phone again, rolling over a comment made of a line of throw-up emojis and the words 'His humbleness isn't the only thing he took from the Karasuno dirt fields'. Maybe I'm reading into it but I'm pretty sure they're trying to call me hick without actually saying it.

Shoyo shifts his body weight, eyes glancing around the room before they're set on me again. "So, Atsumu and some of the other guys and gals are going down to the bar around seven. He invited us to join... you want to go?"

"No."

Concern flickers across his face, quickly drowned out by a smile. "Alright," Shoyo answers, shrugging his shoulders before making his way toward me. "A night in with you and a movie sounds good too," he tries, kicking his shoes off before crawling onto the bed.

I spare him a glance before fixating on the post again. 'How the hell did THAT bag @Hinata._.Shoyo???' rolls across the screen, adding another drop of emotion to the puddle collecting in my chest.

"You're my everything," Shoyo coos, nuzzling his nose against my neck, the tips of his hair tickling my skin. "You know that, right?" He asks, pressing a gentle kiss to my jaw.

"Ya."

"Do you?" He asks again, arching up so he can lock his sight with my eyes, his nose brushing against mine. "You've been... I don't know. Not you since we've gotten here. Bokuto said Akaashi is worried about you," he slowly pushes out, his fingertips on my thigh, toying with the end of the towel I'm still wrapped in.

"I'm fine, Shoyo," I mutter, moving my legs away from him. When his hand grips me tighter instead of falling off, I push it off myself.

Sadness flickers in his soft eyes for a moment, quickly replaced with concern. "Is this about the picture of us?" Shoyo asks, using his grip on my leg to pull me back to him. He snatches my phone from me, glancing at it for a moment before throwing it on the bed.

     "You know about it?" I ask, a bit dumbfounded. There's no way he knows about it. There's no way he knows about it and hasn't told me about it let alone talked to me about it. I haven't talked to him about it because I haven't had the chance to yet. Not because I just haven't.

     "Of course I do. I've known about it since, I don't know, less than five minutes after it was posted. I was tagged in it and I've gotten a new mention in the comments every ten seconds."

     I sit frozen, staring at my confused boyfriend. He's an idiot, right? Like, legally an idiot. He has to be. "What the fuck, Shoyo?" I mutter, my words coming out slow but heavily.

     "I didn't want you to worry about it. I figured - "

     "You figured what? If you didn't say anything about it I wouldn't find out about it?"

     Sho stays quiet for a few moments, a loose smile on his lips as his eyes wander across my face. "I figured sooner or later the public was going to get a picture of us. You look sexy as hell in the one they got, so why freak out about it?"

     "Have you not read the comments?"

     "I have," he hums, head tumbling downward so his lips can crash against my bare shoulders. "'Damn number twenty-one is lucky'. 'If that's the type of girlfriend volleyball players have, sign me up'. 'No wonder Hinata never shuts up about her'. 'Shit man, if my girlfriend looked like that I'd praise her with every breath I had to offer'. 'If I had a girl like that, I'd make her my everything too'," he quotes, little kisses being littered across any bare inch of skin he can get to.

     "Those aren't the comments I'm talking about," I whisper, quickly losing hold of my anger, on my sadness.

     "Baby," he whispers in my ear, nuzzling the side of my face as his hands rub my thighs, his tight grip closing on my flesh every few seconds. "You are my everything, do you know what that means? It means to me you're perfect. I love your hair, I love how it catches the sun, I love how it feels, how it smells, how it looks."

     "I love your curves, I love the dips and twists and every inch of your body. You could be a hundred pounds heavier or a hundred pounds lighter and I'd still love the shape of you."

     Shoyo's kisses fall toward my neck. He nudges at my chin until I tip my head backward, giving him more space to run his lips over. "I love every birthmark, every scar, every inch of your skin. I love your smile, your eyes, your soul, your laugh. Every second possible I spend thinking of you. Thinking of this gorgeous body, of your loving personality."

     His praises are dripping with his admiration of me, drips that fall into the puddle in my chest, slowly but surely eating away at all the negativity that's been building up. "If you ever left me, if you ever decided we were done, that would be it for me. I would never be with another person again. I'd simply play volleyball until I couldn't anymore and then spend the rest of my days wallowing in Rio, waiting for you to want me again."

     "You're my everything, baby. You've been my everything since the first day I saw you since my eyes fell on the pissy girl with braids in her hair that tried fighting the frappuccino machine because it wouldn't work. You are my everything. You know that. I make sure you know that, and if you don't, I need you to tell me you don't. Tell me you don't feel like my everything if that's what's happening. Tell me so I can remind you, so I can fix it, do you understand?"

     "Ya, I understand," I murmur, my mind foggy from the mix of Shoyo's praises and the feeling of his lips leaving my skin on fire.

     "Good," he whispers against my jaw, a line of kisses leading up to the delicate kiss laid on my lips. "You are my everything, baby. Without you, I'm not even sure I can breathe. I am lucky to have you in my life, and I am thankful for every day I wake up next to you."

     My eyes sting with the threat of tears, a threat that's fulfilled quickly. "Oh, baby," Shoyo coos, kisses instant back in action to brush away the water leaking from my eyes. "Don't cry. I hate seeing you cry."

     Giggles slowly spill out, mixing with my tears as I replay the last line of his love speech. "Sho? What the hell are you going to put in your vows that could top that?"

     "I'll just reuse it," he teases, his laughter easily mixing with mine. "Now, drinks with the gals and the guys?"

     "Drinks with the gals and the guys," I agree, stealing another kiss from him.

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Shoyo's arm is around my shoulders, keeping me pressed close to him as he coats my hair in kisses. With every ding of a passing floor, my heart seems to beat faster. I'm always nervous going out in public with my boyfriend, but with the recent shining light of the public on me, I'm more nervous than usual. Pair that with the fact I'm sure every hotel in Shizuoka is swimming with fans and you have a disaster waiting to happen.

     I don't like the attention or the million cameras or the public in general, which is why Sho usually goes to these things alone and I show up the day of the game. At least for away games. Home games are easier to deal with. But, he begged me to come with him this time so I gave in. That was a dumb decision.

"You're fine, baby. Paparazzi and such aren't allowed on private property. Fans are all we'll have to deal with and most of the time they're too star-struck to notice much. You'll slip into the bar as easy as usual." Blind optimism at its finest, but I can't help but hope that he's right.

     When the final ding comes, Shoyo tugs my hood up for me, helping to hide some of myself. His arm falls too, his fingers instantly finding mine and sliding themselves in place. My heart races with the sound of the elevator doors opening, my stomach turning in tone with the two noises.

     Instantly, a million clicks and cellphone flashes go off, the crowd of fans yelling his last name, asking a million questions. Some are simple questions asking for photos or about the game tomorrow, others are centered toward the recent photo of us. Shoyo simply smiles, stepping forward to block me from the crowd as he answers some of the simpler questions.

     Slowly, he leads me out of the elevator, trying his best to inch around the crowd toward the bar. Within seconds, Bokuto appears situating himself next to Shoyo and in front of me too. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't forget Hinata isn't the only spiker on the team," the bigger man booms, glancing behind himself to send me a smile.

     The two beefy men in front of me continue the slow and stretched-out walk to the bar, the three of us shuffling like penguins to get to the entrance. Sadly, the bar has an open construct; no door, just an open wall with a velvet 'fence' to close it off for the Jackals to use tonight.

     "Hey," Akaashi greets, nodding at the worker to unclip the makeshift gate.

     "Hey," I greet back, stepping through before glancing at Shoyo. Bokuto and him are still taking pictures and answering questions, only two or three steps away from me. "I don't like coming to these things."

     Akaashi shrugs, watching our goofballs with me. "It's a lot at first but over time you get used to it. Just don't do anything stupid, like have dry sex in a car," he teases, a soft grin on his face as he spares me a glance. "And you'll be fine."

     "Ya, that was pretty dumb of us."

     That gets a laugh out of him, and a bigger smile. "If it makes you feel any better, Kotaro's and my first 'scandal' happened because someone got a photo of me helping him button his shirt as we left a restaurant bathroom. He spilled red wine on his shirt so I helped him clean it but of course, the media turned it into us having a quickie." That does help, a lot more than I thought it would.

     "Shit happens. Scandals happen or get fabricated. There's no point hiding in the dark forever because that just leaves more for the imagination. The hard part is done. The world has proof of you. Hot ass proof." That makes me giggle, a few soft chuckles leaving Akaashi as well. "Hey, even the coach's wife said she'd leave him for you."

     "She did not," I manage to get out, more laughter mixing with my words.

     "She did too, which you would know if you answered any of our texts."

     "I was busy wallowing in sadness and self-pity."

     Akaashi shrugs again, his grin falling from his face, his usual resting bitch face back on. "That happens too. Half the world will love you and the other half will hate you regardless of what you say or what photos they get of you. Just got to roll with it."

     "Did you smoke a blunt before coming down here?" All the partners of the players have different ways of dealing with the stress of publicity they and their player have. Some smoke, some use weed like Akaashi, and some just enjoy their partner's hefty wallets and use retail as a means to cope. I'm not sure what I'm going to use to cope yet, but at the moment a few hits of what Akaashi is on sounds like a nice and quick way to chill out.

     "I had an edible. I don't have anymore so you're going to have to be sober or drink."

     "Drinking it is then," I mutter, letting my eyes scan over the growing group of Jackals paying attention to their fans right outside the bar.

     Akaashi and I stand inside the entrance, still blocked from the fans' view by the team members. If this is how people act at the hotel, the gym is going to be insane tomorrow.

"Alright, alright, I promised my everything a drink so I got to go guys. I hope to see you all tomorrow," Shoyo's voice rises above the chaos, the ginger starting to back up from the crowd. Being cut off only makes the crowd louder, the rest of the members quickly follow to avoid the uproar.

As soon as he's through the cloth fence, Shoyo's arms are around me, burying me into himself as he drags me further into the bar. My head pops out from his arms when I'm no longer forced into movement. "There's my everything," he coos, pecking my lips as he loosens his hold.

We - and the rest of the team - are tucked away in the furthest and darkest corner of the bar, safe away from the crowd still at the entrance. Greetings are thrown around, a few "you two looked sexy in your picture" mixed in. Everyone answered with a "damn right" by Sho.

Shoyo's hands are on me at all times, even as we sit with everyone else. Hand on my thigh, in my hair, toying with my fingers, anyway he can touch me he does. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his hand jumping up to push my hood off.

     "Thank you," I answer, taking his hand in mine before resting it in my lap. He's antsy, like always, but more so than usual since he's still worked up from my meltdown. Having his hands wandering over my body isn't going to help much with our scandal.

His movements stall for a moment, his brain ticking at what to do before his soft touches are replaced with butterfly kisses. My cheeks heat up more with every kiss he litters my skin with. "Honey, we're with people," I murmur, trying to shrug him off.

"So?" He whines, shaking his hand out of mine so he can wrap his arms around my waist, pulling both me and the chair closer to him. "You're my everything. With so many people around, so many people having proof you exist, I want to remind everyone that you are my everything. Always have been, always will be."

     "Gross," one of the older members tease, fake gagging until his wife smacks him upside the head, paired with a whispered lecture and an ear pull.

     Shoyo giggles, nuzzling my head until I turn it enough for him to kiss me. Slowly I let myself give into the gentle kiss, letting my adoring boyfriend melt away all the stress of the day. "My beautiful, perfect everything," he sighs, pecking my lips once more before pulling away from me. "Anyway, we should get a round of shots to drink to our future victory over EJP."

     The team cheers at the offer, one of the members flagging down a server to take the order. A smile plays on Shoyo's face, his hand enveloping mine again to raise it, kisses being peppered across my knuckles. It's hard to believe just an hour ago I was convinced I was nothing to him. Even in moments where his focus is on the team, on volleyball, I'm still at the forefront of his mind. I'm still his everything.

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Decease Brother Returning Home AU?

(I need a better title for this AU 😓)

Okay...ever since the Epic: The Musical, The ITHACA SAGA has released. It had given me SO much sad and angsty thoughts for my COD OCs. In a different AU.

Hear me out. If you remember in Tiala's bio and even Kanoa's bio about losing their Older brother who went on a mission and had suddenly passed from that. Which it broke the two very much. Mostly to Tiala. As you can see, this older brother is named Hōne and he is like the closest brother that Tiala had ever been with.

These two had always have their fun time together when she was little before he went into the Marines. He usually come and visit from time to time just to see his little sister. But when Tiala JUST turned 16. Waiting excitingly for her brother's return. She had received a very sad news about Hōne's passing from the mission. It had broke her SO much that she doesn't want to celebrate her birthday any more.

So in THAT case. I have put a LOTS of thoughts for this kind of AU. An AU that Hōne has been alive the whole time and had return home after 20 years (yes. I'm following the year reference of what this song had said.). And I want to show you of THIS part of the song that got me eyeballing when I think about it.

From the Ithaca Saga, the song called "I Can't Help But Wonder", this part have given me such...saddened (not in a BAD way) thoughts of how Hōne saw his little sister again.

(Damn this part ALWAYS gets me 😭) This Video from YouTube

So, in this part instead of saying "SON" just imagined hi saying "SISTER". So when Hōne had finally returned back home. And the first person that he wanted to see is his sister. And once seeing her standing there. He would be very much surprised to see her so grown up. From a 12 year old (that was when Hōne went on that mission) to a grown adult woman. Imagining the tears coming out of his eyes to see her and how much pain he has for missing out to see that little girl to be a great female soldier.

But it's not convincing for Tiala to believe that he's ACTUALLY is that brother who she thought was dead LONG time ago. But after Hōne had convinced to her that he really is him. Imagined that Hōne said (like in that song), "My sister I am HOME!" Instead of "My son I'm finally HOME!" Just to be clear!

And these two had got into each other's embrace. Tiala crying in tears with joy as she finally had her brother back once more. Hōne also met his other siblings and his parents again.

Such a lovely family reunion! 🥲

And oh! ANOTHER thought for Hōne in this AU! After meeting his family again, he had felt that there is ONE person that he would like to get to know again. Which is Alana. The General was there to meet with the Toa family until she ended up seeing someone who she thought was gone. Her lost soldier. Had found his way back home again.

Which THIS part of this same song:

THIS part had gotten my heart so soft of thinking about Alana talking with Hōne. To be honest, she was in shocked and a bit nervous. For how many years that she's been carrying that guilt ever since she lost him. The same kind of guilt she has with her old comrades. Not being able to get out to assist him.

Hōne can see that pain from his old friend. And he try reassuring her that his disappearance is not her fault. The two had talked it out and hugged each other as the old soldier of hers had lifted her heavy guilt up. And now they're both in good terms before Alana let Hōne go see his family.

MY GOOOOOOOOSH! THIS AU IS GONNA KILL ME WHEN I'M ABOUT TO WRITE IT! 😭😭😭

So yeah, that's what I'm gonna work on later on. And I thank you guys for reading this far. I swear, I can't get enough of angst for my poor OCs! So I'll be posting this sooner or later! Love ya, peles!

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

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

Word count: ~6

Rating: Mature

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

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

Crappy Translations:

Maus - Mouse

Mein schatz - My darling

Meine leibling - My love

Süßes mädchen- Sweet girl

Scheiße - Shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Got it.”

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

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

‘Hey love, you free to talk?’

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

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

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

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

“Hello, Süßes mädchen.”

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

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

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

“What happened?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?” you asked tentatively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smirking, you replied, “Thought so.”

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

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

“Ah, um… taxes?” you squeaked out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Taxes.”

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

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

His response was a decidedly determined, “Yes!”

“Video chat?”

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

“Da ist mein wunderschöner, Liebling.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course!”

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

“No sir!” you gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“O-Okay,” you breathed softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Drei…”

Fuck, he was doing it in German.

“Zwei…”

He fucking knew what that did to you.

“Eins… Now, now, Kleines!”

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

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

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

“Leibling?”

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

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

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

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

König’s expression turned into something soft.

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

…

“Again!”

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

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

“Not funny,” you bit out coolly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeeess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You swear?” you asked weakly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’cha gettin’?” Max asked loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re okay, right?” he asked.

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

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

Eyes widening in disbelief, you backhanded his arm gently.

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

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

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

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

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

“What’d I miss?”

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you serious?!”

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

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

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

“Night, brat!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Little sister, hmm?”

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

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

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

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

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch.9: Him

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🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT, MENTIONS OF SA & ALCOHOL/DRUG ABUSE🚨

“What are you doing?” Zeke’s voice was heard through the phone.

“Uh..” Bean didn’t know what to say. How could she tell him that she was currently sitting on the tv demon’s bed, rubbing his back. “Nothin..”

“You’re with him aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” She said, Vox groaned, “Shh..” Bean continued rubbing.

“Bean, you were supposed to drop him off then leave,” He sighed.

“I know, but he kept turning on his back and I was worried that he’d choke on his own vomit and I didn’t wanna be responsible for-”

“Okay okay, I got it, just be careful” Zeke interrupted her. “Don’t bring up anything about the book.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” She rolled her eyes. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Uh..ok?”

“What is the worst thing you did when you were alive?” Bean asked.

It was silent for a moment then Zeke sighed, “Um..well, I was working with the wrong kind of people; I was like a spy in a way. I would get information from rivals and give it to the people I worked for, one day I was surrounded by the rivals and abducted, they abducted my brother. They wanted me to confirm if he was the spy, apparently the people I worked for told them it was him and not me.”

“And you confirmed, didn't you?” Bean asked sadly.

“Yeah,” Zeke responded. “They killed him right in front of me.”

“I’m sorry, that must’ve been awful,”

Bean sat in the dark feeling conflicted, that’s all she felt these days. Well, to be fair she was always confused, she wished she knew what was going on half the time. She laid next to Vox looking at her reflection in his dark screen.

What was she doing?

Who was she?

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Chicago,1990s

Ruby wasn’t used to possession, she hadn’t gotten far with the last two; she wanted to help them but it only drove them to insanity. She wanted to help her children, but they wouldn’t help her. Bean wanted to help her but it was hard, she wouldn’t let Ruby take full control.

Ruby knew why.

It was because of him.

Bean was petrified of him, Ruby found him disgusting. Ruby had suggested ignoring him but he retaliated by taking away food for Bean, which in turn was food that Ruby wasn’t getting. If her child wasn’t healthy, she couldn’t be either. Ruby couldn’t return to full power if Bean wasn’t eating..So they resorted to eating while he wasn’t around, which wasn’t often or doing things Bean’s way; which was eating raw meat. Ruby didn’t mind, until today.

He had come home unexpectedly, leaving Bean in a state of shock; this gave Ruby the chance to take over. She watched him walk into the kitchen and sit right next to her, Ruby could feel Bean’s heart start to race. She swallowed her fear down glaring at the man.

“How’s my Beanie Baby doin?” He caressed her face, giving her a sick grin. Ruby snatched away, still glaring into his eyes, the man laughed. “Ya know I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like this new you,” he bit his lip. “Like that you started putting up a fight.”

She stayed silent. Not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you falter.

He frowned, “You shouldn’t be eating raw meat,” the man threw food she had in front of her, in the trash. “It’s not good for you,” he whispered in her ear before leaving.

Ruby stared at the trash can, feeling the anger rise in her chest, she dug her nails into the wooden table.

“Don’t worry..mother will deal with him..”

Present Day, Hell

“What are you doing here?” Ruby glared at him.

“Now now, I thought we were friends,” the man grinned. She could only see half his face, the other half was hidden in his hood, “After all you knew my daughter’s body more than I did.”

Ruby stood up, looking the man directly in the eye. She didn’t want to cause a scene in her own establishment, “Shall we talk in the back?”

He chuckled, “No.”

“What do you want, Stefan?” She whispered, almost forcing the name out of her mouth like vomit.

He stepped closer to her, “Where is she?”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific,” Ruby smirked.

“Sure I can start breaking everyone’s necks in here, starting with her,” he pointed at Trixie. “Is that specific enough for you?” He leaned into her.

Ruby looked at her children, she couldn’t risk their lives for one, it wouldn’t be fair. She’d be alone again, she didn’t want to be alone.. “I don’t know where Bean is, but I can get her to come here,” She lied. She just needed to stall until she thought of something.

Stefan started slowly backing her into the wall behind her, she could see the other half of his face; which looked nothing but static and a glowing red eye that Ruby couldn’t help but stare at,“If you’re lying to me, I will burn this building down with everyone in it, do you understand what I’m saying?” She slowly nodded, “Good,” he grinned, before leaving.

Once he was gone Ruby let out a sigh of relief.

“Mother? Is everything okay?” One of her children asked. She nodded, she was so angry that she had no words for anyone.

“Tell Ty to start closing up,” She said before storming off. “I need to make a call.”

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“Help..help me…please,” Bean heard a weak voice coming from down a dark hall. She slowly and quietly walked towards it.

Making it a dimly lit basement stairwell she stopped, hoping the voice wasn’t coming from there. “Is someone there?” Crap, Bean rolled her eyes.

She walked down the stairs, trying to stay away from the blood prints on the walls. The door was opened ajar, Bean slid into the very cold basement. She turned on the light, jumping back against the wall at the sight in front of her. There was a blue creature in the middle of the floor, with one leg and had stab wounds all over its body. It reached out to Bean with its bloody hand, “Help..” it was throwing up blood.

Bean walked towards it, “Who did this?”

“Please, it hurts,” it cried.

Bean picked it up, putting it on her back before exiting the basement, however the house had changed. Instead of a cold dreary old house, it was a cozy house; like one of those houses she had seen in a Christmas catalog. It was warm and quiet, it was even snowing outside. Bean walked into the living room to see a light skinned girl with curly hair sitting on the couch, she was covered in dirt, staring at static on the tv

“Excuse me?” Bean tapped the girl. She turned her head towards her looking annoyed.

“If you’re looking for him he isn’t done yet,” the girl snapped at Bean.

“I just need a phone, this person is hurt-” Bean realized the creature was no longer there. “What?”

The girl stood up, “He’s my dad too! It’s not fair! Why do you get all the nice stuff and I don’t!” She screamed.

Bean backed away in shock, “What do you-” she threw up a yellow liquid, she covered her mouth; but the closer the girl got the more liquid came out. She ran upstairs as the girl kept shouting.

Now she was in a long seemingly endless hallway. She was panting, she stopped to breathe. However Bean couldn’t rest for long, a monstrous screech came from where she had come from. “Hello?!” She started banging on doors. “Please help! There’s something after me!” She cried.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SOUNDS OF SA🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

“For fuck sake Gee! I said let me finish!” A familiar voice came from one of the doors. Bean stopped frozen in fear. There were grunts and moans coming from it, “I love you so much Beanie, fuck you’re so beautiful,” the voice continued. There were small whimpering noises coming from the room.

Bean stared at the door, she wanted to stop listening, to keep running, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move. The longer she stayed the louder the noises became, the more noises she heard.

She noticed a sign on the door, it was written in terrible but familiar handwriting,

“DO NOT ENTER! THIS IS A ROCKER ZONE!”

“This is..mine,” she took the sign, finally backing away from the door.

Bean bumped into something making her turn around. It was her, but with yellow liquid coming from her eyes and mouth.

Before Bean could scream she threw up yellow liquid.

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Bean woke up gagging. She looked around, she sighed in relief remembering she was in V-Tower, in Vox’s bedroom? It looked like he worked in here too, there were multiple tvs on the ceilings and a desk that went around the room filled with papers. She looked down also realizing she was in the same dress from last night.

Vox wasn’t in bed. Maybe he was in the bathroom? Wherever it was in here. Or the closet? There was no one in the closet. Maybe the bathroom, since she could hear humming coming from it.

There was a light knock at the door, “Um sir?” A voice came from the other side. “Zestial wants to know if you’ll be advertising his herb brand, at least that’s what I think it says..I’m not very good at old English-“ Bean opened the door, startling the assistant.

“Hi!” She smiled.

He jumped back, “Um hi, is Mr. Vox-”

“Is that for him?” She took the stack of papers, “Wow these are heavy, you carried these by yourself?” Bean was amazed.

“Yeah actually, I like to get my daily walk in so I usually take the stairs,” he smiled, flattered.

“Well don’t work too hard, I can give these to him if you want,” She offered. “I’m Bean, what’s your name?”

“Well Mr. Vox told me my name was Papermint so..”

“What was your name when you were alive?”

“Colin.”

“Hi Colin, I’m Beatrice,” she waved.

“But didn’t you say your name was-” before he could finish there was a loud thud from the bathroom.

The sinners rushed inside seeing Vox on the floor, a low battery sign flashed on his screen. They looked at each other then back at the overlord.

“There wouldn’t happen to be a charger in here right?” Bean asked Colin, hoping she wouldn’t have to drag this 7 foot tall man down a flight of stairs.

He shook his head, Bean groaned.

After 45 minutes of dragging Vox down the hall to the elevator and trying to get the password for the elevator, they finally got him to his charging port in the tv room.

“How do you plug this shit in?” Bean struggled to plug the charger into Vox, he fell over on the sofa. She looked at his ass then back at the charger smirking, getting dirty ideas.

Colin pushed him back in the upright position, “It doesn’t go there,” he took the charger from her, sticking it in the back of Vox’s head. His screen started loading, “Well I’m going now, don’t touch anything.” He left her alone.

“Ugh!” She was already bored. What the hell was she supposed to do?

Bean did the exact opposite of everything she was told, tapping the shark tank, to turning on and off cameras. “I am very confused on why this camera is right outside Voe’s bedroom,” she turned the camera off. “Oops.” She turned to Vox who was on 95%. She went over to him, sitting on his lap. Bean tapped his screen. “You’re not nice,” she poked his chest then kissed the side of his face before leaning against him, “What’s wrong with me?”

At that moment Vox woke up, he looked down in annoyance, “Why are you sitting on me?” Bean yelped startled. She fell onto the floor.

“Ow..” she stood up rubbing her back. “I was trying to see if you were awake.”

“Uh huh sure,” Vox pulled the charger out. “Is that why you were sleeping in my bed?” He crossed his arms.

“YOU asked ME to stay with you,” Bean put her hands on her hips. “You would not let go of me! then threatened to kill the limo driver!”

“I don’t remember that,” Vox waved her off.

“Yeah, you were drunk.”

“Whatever.”

Bean stared at him, it was obvious she was only annoying him. She sighed, “Fine, I’ll go.” She put her shoes on.

Vox groaned, “Wait, come back.” He pulled her back onto his lap, Bean had her arms crossed not looking at him. “Thank you, I appreciate you making sure I was okay,” She smiled at him. He blushed, rolling his eyes, “It wasn’t that big a deal, but thanks.”

“I appreciate you being nice, even if you were intoxicated,” she giggled.

He chuckled, embarrassed. Vox didn’t want anyone to see him like that, especially not Alastor or Voe..or Bean. “What did such a sweet doll like yourself do to end up down here?”

Bean leaned into him, seeing her reflection on his screen, “I killed my stepdad.”

“Interesting..” Vox was intrigued. “I guess that explains the strange behavior I’ve seen in the cameras.”

“Strange?” Bean tilted her head.

“Yeah,” He grinned. “The night after the nightmare wedding my cameras caught you ripping different sinners to shreds..all night.” Vox was excited just thinking about it, he had to admit it was hot.

Bean's eyes widened, “Are they okay?”

“Who cares?” Vox scoffed. “Val was super psyched, you got every sinner on his list; the bastard got over 1,200 souls back.”

Bean looked down, she had literally helped an abuser get his victims back. Is that why Angel went back? Was she really that scary? “I’m a failure..” she mumbled. “I don’t deserve redemption.”

“The princess got into your head didn’t she?” Vox rolled his eyes. “Redemption is a load of crap, I bet you those guys you killed probably ate babies in their lifetime! So if anything they deserved it! Not to be in heaven.”

“Do you think I deserve to go to heaven?” She looked at him shyly.

Vox pulled her closer to him, his hands resting on her waist, “My dear, you are heaven,” he winked at her.

She blushed, laughing, “Boo!”

“What? You don’t believe me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“ I don’t actually,” she smirked. “Which is ironic considering your motto is about ‘trust’.”

He laughed, his hand slowly moving from her waist to her hair, “Your hair, it’s long.” He looked at it.

She blushed even harder, the warmth from her cheeks were spreading to her entire body, “Yeah..I need to cut it.”

“Don’t,” Vox leaned forward. “I like it,” before Bean responded he kissed her, his hand still in her hair.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

Bean kissed him back moaning into his mouth, she ripped his tie off tossing it aside deepening the kiss. He moved from her mouth to her neck, biting it, this only made the warmth in her body even hotter, “Vox..” She moaned, feeling the bulge in his pants graze her clit. She slowly started to grind into his crotch, her panties getting more and more soaked. Vox moaned, at one point biting into her neck, Bean screamed, “Fuck!”

“Did daddy hurt you?” He smirked, kissing the bite mark.

“Shut up,” she laughed, moaning as Vox slowly unzipped her dress. Bean pushed the dress down before Vox to kiss her cleavage, getting closer and closer to her nipple. One hand on her boob while he licked and played with her nipple through her bra.

Her tail wrapped around Vox’s leg, “Vox..fuck..” Bean could feel herself leaking through her panties as Vox pulled her closer to his boner, at this point they were grinding into each other. Her moans started becoming louder and louder the faster more they grinded.

Vox pulled one part of her bra down, licking her pierced nipple, Bean threw her head back, “Fuck Yes! Right there! Stay right there!” She was so close she could practically explode. When suddenly..

Vox’s phone rang, he pushed her off of him taking the call, “What? An overlord meeting? When?” He was listening while buttoning his shirt. Bean sat there covered in sweat and other fluids, feeling kind of silly. “You should go, I have a conference meeting in 5.”

“But it’s only 1,” Bean pouted.

“Minutes.”

“Oh, okay,” She pulled up her bra and dress disappointed before leaving.

Bean walked down the hallway feeling ashamed, even though there was no one there; she felt as though she had been some homewrecker who got shooed away because the wife was coming home.

“Boo.” She said sadly.

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Eugenia took a deep breath before entering Donnie’s gallery, she was ready to face him. Ready to..honestly she didn’t know what she’d do. She stepped inside, the building was empty, there were no visitors. No workers.

Was Donnie even here?

She heard a loud crash coming from the back, Eugenia made her way over there cautiously.

“I knew it!” She heard a woman scream, she peeked through the door seeing Donnie and Ruby, she looked pissed. “I knew I couldn’t count on an idiot like you! And I chose to anyway!”

“Now Ruby, I don’t see what’s wrong with getting something from my daughter, you did,” he crossed his arms.

“You came to me because you wanted to protect your daughter, you wanted to see her again! You said that!” She raged on. “We made a deal back when she was alive! You just wanted to use her to play dick wars with the other overlords!”

“Now listen-”

“SHUT UP!” Ruby ripped the mask off of Donnie’s face. “You are useless!” She pushed him into a chair. All he could do was stare up in silence. “Because of you that man- your bff is comfortable enough to look down on me. ME!” Ruby slapped him with his mask. “Because of you! My child is in danger!”

Eugenia cringed hearing that. Her child was in danger, not this deranged woman.

Ruby cleared her throat, “I think it’d be better for you to spend some time in some silence,” Donnie’s eyes widened as she ripped the mask in half. “Take some time to listen to others.”

Eugenia backed up from the door bumping into someone, it was Alastor. “Funny, this doesn’t look like the Hell Mart,” he said sarcastically.

“I was just-”

“I don’t care,” he grabbed her arm before shadowing them both away.

They appeared in his radio station, “And what were you doing there?”

“I wanted to talk to him,” She shrugged.

“He seemed a bit preoccupied at the moment my dear, hope you weren’t going to ask for shared custody,” Alastor leaned on his cane.

“I need to protect my daughter-”

“If I recall correctly you wanted me to protect her,” he interrupted her.

“I know but-”

“And in return you do what I say.”

“I know! I just..I’m her mom, I want her to understand that I made mistakes but I did them for her,” she looked at the floor. If she could explain everything to Bean she’d understand.

The radio demon narrowed his eyes, “What are you saying?”

“I want to tell her, I know now that Donnie isn't the threat I thought he was, it’s..it’s my husband that’s the problem,” she sighed, then noticed Alastor looking at her still smiling, but his eyes looked at her like she was an idiot, “What?”

“It took you until you died and went to hell to realize that your husband was the issue? Is that what you’re going to tell her?”

“No- I don’t know, okay! My daughter is a very understanding person, I tell her things and she’ll listen.”

“Wow,” He slow clapped, “Mother of the year.”

She rolled her eyes, “Anyway I need to talk to Donnie, but he can’t talk at the moment.”

“Leave that to me my dear, and get back to work, will you, the residents want to see a friendly face when they come to the hotel, make sure to show off those beautiful pearly whites,” he gestured to his smile.

Eugenia rolled her eyes leaving the radio station, “I’m goin on break.”

After an hour break she went down to the front desk, “Where the hell were you?” Husk asked.

“On break,” Eugenia sat down.

“Break?! Who told you to- forget it I don’t care,” he went back to cleaning his bottles.

Eugenia took out a magazine and began reading it, “100 ways to tell a woman a bedtime story..hmm-”

“What are you doing?!” Someone yelled, making her drop her magazine. It was Voe, standing in front of her laughing.

“I’m working,” Eugenia picked up her magazine.

“Ah yes, reading ‘Sinful Stylez’ is definitely working,” Voe eyed the magazine. Eugenia quickly put it away. “Ya know I was actually on the cover a few months ago, don’t know if you saw that issue.”

She shook her head, “Sorry no..”

“Hm, anyway let’s talk!” The doe leaned on the desk.

“O..kay, what do you need?”

“You said you were a mom right?”

“I still consider myself one,” Eugenia thought of Bean. She honestly couldn’t wait to tell her that her mother was here and that she was sorry.

“Well, when you were alive, what was it like to be a mother,” Voe asked.

Eugenia had been asked that a lot when she was alive, she always told people “Raising girls were easy, at least until they become teens.” She could tell Voe probably didn’t want to hear that, she cleared her throat, “Well it’s scary, I guess you just never know what’s gonna happen with them; anything can happen but as long as you take care of them and love them you’ll always know what they need.”

“Hm, well shit I was just looking for if it’s easy or hard” Voe responded. “I got a ‘You basically give your soul to your children’.”

Eugenia laughed, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I asked. What about child birth is that-”

“Oh absolutely horrible! They say it gets easier the second time, it’s a fucking lie!” Eugenia said, making her laugh. She will never forget when she had Bean, She was fat for a baby so Eugenia was in a whole lot of pain, but having her was worth it

“I like you Gigi, you’re nice to talk to,” Voe smiled at her. Eugenia smiled back, thinking about also telling Voe the truth..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“And then she goes, you can be my first patient or whatever!” Angel says angrily. “What does that even mean?!” He drank from a bottle of liquor he was sharing with Cherri and Bean.

Cherri laughed, “Looks like Voe traded up!”

The three sinners were laying on the floor in the living room, they thought it’d be cool to not use the couch; well Cherri and Bean did. Not Angel though, he laid on the couch behind them.

“I’ve been doin drugs all my life! She was fine with it when we met, now she’s gone all..shit I don’t know Mother Teresa,” He laughed, drinking from the bottle.

“Don’t hog it!” Cherri took the bottle drumming from it.

“She thinks just because she’s married she knows everything now!” The spider rolls his eyes. He looks over at Bean who has been quiet, “What’s with you Latte? You wanna go to the shrink?”

The friends laughed, “No! I just never thought about it,” Bean drank from the bottle. “Therapy wasn’t a thing, though I did have a great aunt who killed her husband and married the family dog, she might’ve been a good test subject!” She drank from the bottle.

“Speakin of husbands, I heard you and Vox were playin house last night y’all left Club 666,” Angel smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bean blushed, “No no no! It wasn’t like that,” Angel and Cherri looked at her, not convinced. “Like nothing happened- well, not that night but in the morning- it wasn’t- I was just trying to help!” She couldn’t bring herself to talk about the embarrassing moment, he had texted her “hi” to which she responded but that was it.

“Holy shit!” Cherri gasped, “Did you guys fuck?!”

“No, we almost did but- ugh,” Bean covered her burning red face. “He had a meeting and told me to leave.”

“Awe shit,” Cherri rubbed her back. “I’m sorry babes.”

“Did you at least get ANY dick action?” Angel asked.

“I mean, we were dry humping,” She said in a small voice.

“Did it feel how Voe described?” He sat up, curious.

Bean’s embarrassment faded and was replaced by shock, “What? Why would Voe know what Vox’s dick feels like?”

Angel looked at Cherri, regretting asking the question. Well it was too late now, “Voe had an orgy with the Vees, according to them it was the hottest time they ever had in bed.”

“Oh.” Bean looked into space, trying not to let whatever feeling consume her. Was it anger? Hate? Betrayal? Sadness? Envy? She took a deep breath “Well that’s fine,” she gave them a fake smile.

“Ugh, men are the worst,” Angel crossed his arms.

“They most certainly fuckin are,” Cherri glared at the thought of testosterone. “Glad I don’t date anymore.” She looked over at a silent Bean, her head was down and she was staring at her phone. The one eyed sinner snatched, “Ya know what we should do?”

“What the fuck?!” Bean tried reaching for her phone, but was pushed back by Cherri.

“We should go out! Get fucked and fucked up!”

“Eh..I can’t I got plans, promised Husk a rematch at blackjack,” Angel declined.

“Boo!” His friend punched his arm. “That’s fine, we don’t need a man to have fun, right Bean?” Cherri grinned at her.

“Give my phone back,” Bean held her hand out.

“Only if you say yes to the best night of your life!”

Bean sighed, she was really doing this. It’s not like she had anything to do, and she did want something to take her mind off Vox.

“What time should I be ready?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alastor hummed a tune, walking through “Cannibal Town”, he waved to a few cannibals on the street, giving them a friendly smile. With everything going on with Bean, it took his mind off Vera for a while. He didn’t know what was going on with her, he didn’t want to assume the worst. Which was her getting bored with him and deciding to go off with the king of Hell, the thought of it made him go haywire, sometimes he couldn’t get over the fact that Voe had fucked Vox.

He sighed, finally making it to “Rosie’s Emporium.” Alastor fixed himself before going inside, as usual there was a line out the door and as usual Alastor went right in. He walked forward when he almost tripped over something, the Radio Demon looked down to see a small cannibal child looking up at him, she looked to be about 4 or 5, “Daddy?” She circled him. The children in Cannibal Town were always playing around but not inside, they were outside; where was this young one’s parents?

The little girl reached up to him, Alastor picked her up, moving her to the side. “Careful my dear, you don’t want to get stepped on.” He chuckled to himself.

“Now I know I’m gettin a little old, but is the Alastor standin in front of me?” Rosie emerged from the crowd with her cheery smile.

“In the flesh,” he kissed her hand.

“Don’t you try and butter me up young man,” The overlord chuckled. “Come come! There’s someone I want you to meet, and before you ask, I heard her accent and immediately thought of you.”

Rosie guided Alastor to the tea room, sitting there was just the woman he was hoping to see. The woman that owned Bean’s soul, she looked much different than when they first met. She had gotten better clothes and didn’t look frail and skinny like before, the woman was curvier. “Alastor, this is Ruby, we met at the Cannibal Sweet Shop a few weeks ago.”

“We’ve actually met before,” Alastor looked at the woman, “I see you’ve regained your overlord status.”

“I did, thanks to my children, their mother can now provide for them,” Ruby smiled.

“Did I mention that she’s a mother figure to all?” Rosie smiled warmly. “I find it sweet.”

“Mama?!” The same little girl came running into the room. She ran up to Ruby. “Mama?”

“Annalise!” Rosie picked her up. “What have I told you about running back here?!”

Ruby stared up at the child, “How precious,” she smiled. Annalise smiled back.

“Where are her parents?” Alastor asked.

“They were murdered during the last extermination,” Rosie said sadly. “She keeps lookin for her parents hopin they’ll show up, sorry for the damp mood let me go sit her down somewhere with a snack, you guys get to chattin,” she left with Annalise. Ruby waved at her.

“Awe how sweet, How tragic,” Alastor leaned in his hand, being dramatic. “Now as much as I love my dear friend, I am a bit busy today so I’ll get to it, you have something that I need.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow, “Mo chagren?”

Translation: I’m sorry?

“You have something that belongs to a friend of mine,” he put his hand over half his face, to let Ruby know what he was talking about.

“Oo..no,” She responded.

“Come now, you can’t silence the man, he needs to express himself-”

“He disobeyed me! He had one job and he decided to make stupid decisions!” She said angrily before going off and ranting in a different language.

Alastor put up his hand to stop her, Ruby looked at him like he was out of his mind. “I know you’re upset sha but he needs it, I think not connecting with his child is punishment enough don’t you think?”

“Did Eugenia send you?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I won’t lie to you but yes, she wants to talk to Donnie about Bean, and can’t since you have his mask,” he honestly didn’t know why she didn’t come here herself, but he remembered Eugenia was a coward.

“She doesn’t deserve to be a mother, I’ve got the situation under control ,” she waved him off.

“Really? Do you know where she is now?” The radio demon leaned on the table. Ruby remained silent, rolling her eyes. “What kind of mother would you be if you allowed your child to get hurt because of petty squabble,” he looked her up and down.

“She’s not letting up,” Rosie came back holding Annalise.

“That’s fine, I could be going,” Ruby stood up.

“Okay love, travel safe,” Rosie smiled.

Ruby booped Annalise on the nose, “Adyeu.” She said before leaving.

Translation: Good bye.

“Such a sweet lady,” Rosie said. “Oh no! She left somethin.” There was something wrapped in cloth.

Alastor took it, opening it, it was Donnie’s mask sewn back together, “Hm,” he smirked. “I’ll return this to her.” He stands up to leave, thinking about Bean, how she doesn’t have anybody; at least Alastor had his mother when he was alive. There was no one she could go to for anything, they always seemed to steer her in the wrong direction.

“Rosie,” he turned around. “I need a favor from you.”

“Of course!” Rosie smiled.

“There’s someone I want you to meet.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We’ve all heard the saying “Misery loves company”, have you ever heard of “A Partygoer loves a Playmate”?

No?

Neither had Bean until tonight, Cherri had shown her around to clubs that she didn’t know existed, each one was sicker than the last; it was even better since they were drunk and had taken at least 4 pills each and a 5th one for good luck.

They were at “Consent” dancing and laughing their asses off.

“Is it bad that I can’t feel my face?!” Bean screamed over the music.

“Your face should be falling off!” Cherri yelled, laughing. “Isn’t this better than sulkin into your phone?!”

“Fuck yeah!” She danced, accidentally dropping the drink in her hand. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!”

“That’s alright babe, no need to cry over spilled milk, I’ll get you another one,” Cherri said before walking to the bar.

Bean watched her friend disappear into the crowd, she started twirling in circles feeling the music. She felt light as a feather, like she could fly without wings if she wanted to. For a moment she stopped dancing, looking at her phone, there were some texts from Angel, Voe, and Charlie; all of them basically saying to make good choices. There were none from Vox, only the “Hi” from earlier, she began to feel that empty feeling again; then all of a sudden she didn’t feel much like partying.

The music started to feel like it was playing through a tunnel, and everyone moved in slow motion. Where was Cherri? Bean tried looking through the crowd, but stopped when she had the most painful headache. She looked up, noticing a man standing in the crowd, he wasn’t dancing or drinking with the others; he was just standing there, staring at her. His aura felt familiar, it paralyzed her, made her feel hopeless and afraid. The more she looked at the hooded sinner she realized why he felt so familiar.. Bean was unable to breathe.

“You-” before Bean could even try to make words, she was grabbed by someone making her jump back. She turned seeing Cherri Bomb.

“Whoa! What’s wrong?” She asked a frightened Bean. She hugged Cherri crying and hyperventilating, Cherri held her, “Did someone do something to you?” She was ready to clock anyone who wanted to mess with her friend. However, Bean said nothing, she kept trying to breathe and wouldn’t stop sobbing and shaking. “Let’s get you out of here.”

The duo left the club and sat on a bench outside, Bean was finally able to breathe, “Sorry,” she finally said. “I thought I saw someone I used to know.”

“Don’t be, I know how that is,” Cherri smiled sadly. “When I broke up with my ex I couldn’t sleep for two months, still can’t sometimes. He used to scare the crap out of me.”

“He won’t leave me alone,” Bean held her head, it felt like it would explode at any moment.

“Who?”

She was silent for a moment, finding it too hard to even say the words, “My mom wouldn't stop him..I was alone.” Bean could feel herself slip out of consciousness but was shaken awake.

“Hey!” Cherri shook her. “Wake up! I can’t carry you!”

“Okay, let’s go home,” Bean stood up but immediately fell on the ground. “Ow..”

“Shit,” Cherri looked at the demon before taking her by the arms and dragging her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Thank you, so much,” Eugenia took the mask from Alastor. “She sewed it.”

Alastor shrugged, “Probably because she felt guilty or she wants Bean to be happy.”

“I do make her happy, I’M her mother!” She said loudly. “Ruby is a parasite that sticks to people because she can’t live with the reality that she can’t ACTUALLY be a mother.” She was tired of hearing how Ruby was her mother, that woman did not raise Bean, she did!

Eugenia realized that Alastor was staring past her at something, “What?”

“You have an audience member,” his grin widened. She turned around and froze seeing a shocked and drunk looking Bean leaning against the kitchen wall.

“You’re my what?”

[fool-counter]

December 29

Lodging House

Plaza

Maya:

Hey Detective Gumshoe! I'm sure you did a good job as usual.

Gumshoe:

Well, I am done with the investigation of the acrobat. Finally. But with Ms. von Karma...

...*beep* *beep*...

...*beep* *beep*...

...*beep* *beep*...

Maya:

Nick, what is that? That beeping sound?

Phoenix:

Hmm...

Gumshoe:

It's Ms. von Karma.

Maya:

Huh?

Gumshoe:

Every time I hear that sound, she's usually not very far behind!

Phoenix:

Some sort of pager or something?

Gumshoe:

If you don't mind pal, I'm gonna go ahead and get outta here... Quick. See ya, pal!!

Maya:

I didn't know that Gumshoe could run that fast! So much for being a flatfoot.

Phoenix:

(Never seen a grown man so afraid of a girl still in her teens!)

Maya:

Well, let's go inside... It's freezing out here! Uh oh... The whi... OWWWW!! That whip could cut right through me...!!

Phoenix:

Von... Von... Von... Karma!! (She really did appear!!)

von Karma:

It was a battle today in court, wasn't it... Mr. Phoenix Wright!?

Phoenix:

Did you have to jump out and scare us like that? What can I do for you?

von Karma:

Tomorrow will be the day. The day my dream finally comes true!

Phoenix:

You mean the story of my defeat at your hands making the national news?

von Karma:

Ha ha ha... National news? You possess such a small sense of scale... The global news, Mr. Phoenix Wright! Your miserable plight will be known internationally!

Phoenix:

(I think she might be overestimating the importance of a win by just a smudge...)

Maya:

Why do you keep giving Nick the evil eye!? It doesn't matter if you prove the defendant guilty tomorrow... Nothing will be able to bring your dad back!

von Karma:

... My... Dad? You must mean the esteemed Manfred von Karma.

Maya:

Of course! Your dad! I know you miss him...

von Karma:

Enough out of you... One more word and you'll get a mouthful of whip. Now. When did I ever bring up my papa's name in this, or any other conversation...?

Phoenix:

!! Then... Then what's this "revenge" thing you're talking about?

von Karma:

You wouldn't understand, Mr. Phoenix Wright. I have to see "him" again, one more time.

Phoenix:

"Him"?

von Karma:

I'm sure you know to whom I refer... Miles Edgeworth!!

Maya:

What!? Edgeworth!? Mr... EDGEWORTH!?

Phoenix:

M-M-Mi-Miles E-Ed-Edg-Edgeworth!! [<—— very straight reaction]

Phoenix:

Miles Edgeworth... Why would you even bring him up!?

von Karma:

You haven't forgotten, have you? Do you know who it was that trained the gifted prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth?

Maya:

!! Manfred... von... Karma...

von Karma:

Exactly right. It was my papa.

Maya:

That means that Edgeworth was...

von Karma:

Right again. Miles was like a little brother to me.

Maya:

Huh? Little brother? Edgeworth and Nick are the same age...

Phoenix:

(Edgeworth... The man who inspired me to become an attorney. I fought against him in a few cases... But after "that" case was over... He "vanished"...)

von Karma:

It's your fault he is gone.

Maya:

HUH!?

von Karma:

It's the truth, isn't it Mr. Phoenix Wright?

Phoenix:

I... I...

Maya:

Nick! What does she mean!?

Phoenix:

After that case, Edgeworth was in a peculiar state, and he got worse everyday. He never set foot into court again... And then one day, he just vanished. All he left was a simple note at the prosecutor's office.

von Karma:

"Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death"

Phoenix:

That was one year ago. It was right after you left to go back home.

Maya:

Mr. Edgeworth... He's dead?

von Karma:

I don't believe it. He's still alive. I'm sure of it... Somewhere in this world, he's still alive. "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death?" Of course he did! You ruined his reputation as a Prosecutor! You effectively killed the Prosecutor in him. Just like your victory muddied the honorable name Von Karma! I'm going to find him... Then I'm going to teach him the difference between right and wrong with my own hands!

Maya:

N-N-Nick! Umm... About Edgeworth?

Phoenix:

Maya, I already told you this once. Don't make me do it again. Don't bring up his name in front of me again, OK?

Maya:

N-Nick...?

Phoenix:

Von Karma?

von Karma:

What?

Phoenix:

I don't know if you are god's gift to prosecutors or not, but I've had about enough of you!! Him too!

Maya:

Wha... What happened?

von Karma:

Hmph. This dog is all bark and no bite. He's already been defeated... Regardless, I have nothing to inform you two of today. Tomorrow will be the greatest courtroom battle this country has ever seen!!

Maya:

Nick?

Phoenix:

Let's go. We need to talk with the performer on the third floor.

Maya:

I'm sorry I brought it up, Nick...

December 29

Lodging House

Plaza

Maya:

Hey Detective Gumshoe! I'm sure you did a good job as usual.

Gumshoe:

Well, I am done with the investigation of the acrobat. Finally. But with Ms. von Karma...

...*beep* *beep*...

...*beep* *beep*...

...*beep* *beep*...

Maya:

Nick, what is that? That beeping sound?

Phoenix:

Hmm...

Gumshoe:

It's Ms. von Karma.

Maya:

Huh?

Gumshoe:

Every time I hear that sound, she's usually not very far behind!

Phoenix:

Some sort of pager or something?

Gumshoe:

If you don't mind pal, I'm gonna go ahead and get outta here... Quick. See ya, pal!!

Maya:

I didn't know that Gumshoe could run that fast! So much for being a flatfoot.

Phoenix:

(Never seen a grown man so afraid of a girl still in her teens!)

Maya:

Well, let's go inside... It's freezing out here! Uh oh... The whi... OWWWW!! That whip could cut right through me...!!

Phoenix:

Von... Von... Von... Karma!! (She really did appear!!)

von Karma:

It was a battle today in court, wasn't it... Mr. Phoenix Wright!?

Phoenix:

Did you have to jump out and scare us like that? What can I do for you?

von Karma:

Tomorrow will be the day. The day my dream finally comes true!

Phoenix:

You mean the story of my defeat at your hands making the national news?

von Karma:

Ha ha ha... National news? You possess such a small sense of scale... The global news, Mr. Phoenix Wright! Your miserable plight will be known internationally!

Phoenix:

(I think she might be overestimating the importance of a win by just a smudge...)

Maya:

Why do you keep giving Nick the evil eye!? It doesn't matter if you prove the defendant guilty tomorrow... Nothing will be able to bring your dad back!

von Karma:

... My... Dad? You must mean the esteemed Manfred von Karma.

Maya:

Of course! Your dad! I know you miss him...

von Karma:

Enough out of you... One more word and you'll get a mouthful of whip. Now. When did I ever bring up my papa's name in this, or any other conversation...?

Phoenix:

!! Then... Then what's this "revenge" thing you're talking about?

von Karma:

You wouldn't understand, Mr. Phoenix Wright. I have to see "him" again, one more time.

Phoenix:

"Him"?

von Karma:

I'm sure you know to whom I refer... Miles Edgeworth!!

Maya:

What!? Edgeworth!? Mr... EDGEWORTH!?

Phoenix:

M-M-Mi-Miles E-Ed-Edg-Edgeworth!! [<—— very straight reaction]

Phoenix:

Miles Edgeworth... Why would you even bring him up!?

von Karma:

You haven't forgotten, have you? Do you know who it was that trained the gifted prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth?

Maya:

!! Manfred... von... Karma...

von Karma:

Exactly right. It was my papa.

Maya:

That means that Edgeworth was...

von Karma:

Right again. Miles was like a little brother to me.

Maya:

Huh? Little brother? Edgeworth and Nick are the same age...

Phoenix:

(Edgeworth... The man who inspired me to become an attorney. I fought against him in a few cases... But after "that" case was over... He "vanished"...)

von Karma:

It's your fault he is gone.

Maya:

HUH!?

von Karma:

It's the truth, isn't it Mr. Phoenix Wright?

Phoenix:

I... I...

Maya:

Nick! What does she mean!?

Phoenix:

After that case, Edgeworth was in a peculiar state, and he got worse everyday. He never set foot into court again... And then one day, he just vanished. All he left was a simple note at the prosecutor's office.

von Karma:

"Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death"

Phoenix:

That was one year ago. It was right after you left to go back home.

Maya:

Mr. Edgeworth... He's dead?

von Karma:

I don't believe it. He's still alive. I'm sure of it... Somewhere in this world, he's still alive. "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death?" Of course he did! You ruined his reputation as a Prosecutor! You effectively killed the Prosecutor in him. Just like your victory muddied the honorable name Von Karma! I'm going to find him... Then I'm going to teach him the difference between right and wrong with my own hands!

Maya:

N-N-Nick! Umm... About Edgeworth?

Phoenix:

Maya, I already told you this once. Don't make me do it again. Don't bring up his name in front of me again, OK?

Maya:

N-Nick...?

Phoenix:

Von Karma?

von Karma:

What?

Phoenix:

I don't know if you are god's gift to prosecutors or not, but I've had about enough of you!! Him too!

Maya:

Wha... What happened?

von Karma:

Hmph. This dog is all bark and no bite. He's already been defeated... Regardless, I have nothing to inform you two of today. Tomorrow will be the greatest courtroom battle this country has ever seen!!

Maya:

Nick?

Phoenix:

Let's go. We need to talk with the performer on the third floor.

Maya:

I'm sorry I brought it up, Nick...

fool count: 23

you HAD to sneak in that "very straight" part, didn't you?

[marinerainbow]

First of all YESSSSS, WE ARE GOING TO THE AQUARIUM AND PETTING STINGRAYS.

Second of all, here are those genuine Dad!Corrupted Scarecroe Examples:

Scarecrow loving to defy Glinds every now and then (It's good for her, he tells little Una. Keeps her on her toes.) so sometimes when Una misbehaves, Scarecrow'll sneak her out of her room to hang out with him, or slip her hot chocolate and lollies, or flash her a reassuring smile and wink; assuring her that it's all okay.

Scarecrow telling Una bedtime stories of him and his old friends like he did for Ozma sometimes (When he has nothing better to do, or Glinda forced him). Sure, the way he tells them now is a little different, he calls Tin a twitterpatted twit and the the Lion an animal- and whenever Una asks about the great Dorothy he sighs at her-- but his hand is always comfortingly on her tummy or her side, rocking her to sleep with a gentle precision.

Scarecrow telling Una jokes!! They're awful (as in, gross and kinda mean), but she laughs because they make her dad laugh 🧡

Scarecrow always remembering to feed Una. Always. Glinda might go into States where all she can think about are her devious plans and cunning strategies and what next-- bit the Scarecrow will always take Una to the kitchen and spread some jam on a piece of bread for her for dinner. It's not a lot and it's not nutritious but it's more then her adoptive mother remembered to give her. And he stays with her, muttering about Glinda (sometimes complaining to Una about Glinda), while she eats, so he can send her straight to bed after (he knows he may not need it, but she does!).

I wish I could come up with more but I have to get ready for work! ^^ Hope you're having a good day ^^ See ya! 🐊🐙🦞🐳

MAAAAAANNNNNNN OMG OMG YOU REALLY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME WITH DAD SCARECROW!!! AND IT HURTS MY HEART THAT THIS IS CORRUPTED SCARE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Alright, I've had all day to brew on this XD be prepared for plenty of incohesive thoughts. For anyone else reading, be warned as this mentions a lot of gore. If you know anything about the Dorothy must Die universe, you know that it gets pretty dark. With that warning out of the way-

First off, this did get me thinking more on Una's timeline. Not just this AU, but in general. It's not perfect since I'm not quite sure how time in DmD!Oz works, nor am I too far in the books yet (I'm still in the part where Amy acquires her Glamora styled room. I need to pick these books uo again 😅). But lemme go over that real quick.

Around the time the Witch of the West took over, Una's father, a winkie named Hubert (yes I'm making that canon XD) decided it was worth the risk and set off on his own, wanting to live freely from the Witch. The other winkies were too scared to follow him, and he was gravely injured by the time he made it outside the borders. But he was alive.

A bit before Dorothy came to Oz in the first place, Hubert met Twyla, an Ozian woman who would become his wife and mother to his child. She had possessed a tiny bit of magic, and was a great painter. Being a traveling merchant, she let Hubert tag along on her way to the Emerald City, and they shortly fell in love.

They decide to build a cottage in the woods together, choosing to live away from society to avoid any trouble with the Wicked Witches. Even after the news finally reached to them about how Dorothy slayed them (which again, they live away from people. It took a while 😅), they liked the life they built and chose to stay.

At some point during the war between King Scarecrow and Jinjur, which Twyla and Hubert were fortunately blissfully unaware of because they lived so deep in the woods, they have little Una. They fill the girls head with all the stories they have heard about the Witchslayer Dorothy and her companions, as well as The Good Witch Glinda. This, along with her mothers' limited magical skills, inspires Una to learn the ways of magic one day.

When Una was just 7 years old, however, Glinda had discovered the family's secret home purely by accident. For reasons unknown (did she see a threat in the family? Was it for control? Simple entertainment?), Glinda influenced Dorothy Gale to send the now corrupted Tin Woodman on a crusade to kill anyone he found in that forest. (Hubert had been the first to die, a blade through the chest. Then Twyla, after running as far as she could with Una in her arms and her own injuries, had her head ripped off right in front of young Una. Una just barely made it out alive, now covered in her mother's blood and the terrifying metal monsters eyes flashing in her mind).

Now, in this is when her timeline diverges in the AU. In the OG timeline, Una wandered the forest, tired and starving, for a week before she came across Mombi. As you know, Mombi took her in with The Order of the Wicked, and adopted her helped raise her to become the witch she is now. But in this AU, Glinda decided to follow Tin, to make sure the family was killed. When Una survived, she saw potential in the child, and 'saved' her, before taking the girl under her wing. By the time Una turns 20-24, in either timeline, I imagine that's when Amy arrives in Oz herself.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, let's got onto the headcannons for this AU! I got a lot so hang tight 😅 and since I haven't read the books too far, I have no idea how accurate these are.

Una and Glinda

In the OG timeline, Una's mind does block out a little of what happened because the trauma was so severe. Enough where she doesn't realize that the Tin Woodman was the one behind her parents' deaths. But in this AU, Glinda encouraged her to forget. Distracting the girl, and maybe using magic to subtly erase Una's memory. Her subconscious fought it, but now Una can't recall what really happened that night now. She has nightmares of it, and knows that her blood parents were taken from her, but Glinda made her believe the 'great danger' they're fighting in Oz killed them.

In the OG timeline, Una is pretty strong, both physically and magically. She's had excellent training in the order. But here, Glinda keeps her as weak as possible while still training her. Una has very little physical strength, and although she has the potential to be very powerful. Glinda is careful with what she teaches her. But Una, with the help of Scarecrow, is starting to suspect her mother figure.

As you can see, Glinda has a lot of influence in Una's life. She controls what she sees and learns, and makes sure that she doesn't see what's really going on- not until she knows she has Una's undying loyalty. As such, Una is rather naive, and her spirit has been damaged with Glinda's manipulative ways; Glinda sweetly putting her down at the right moment, keeping her in the dark and making sure she believes she needs her. (But damaged does not mean destroyed). Yeah, as you can see, Una and Glinda are like Rapunzel and Gothel.

Of course, Glinda fills her head with lies about her aunt Glamora, Mombie, Granny Gurt, and all the other witches. Una had thought Glamora killed her parents, but of course, she's proven wrong.

Not important, but please imagine with me; Glinda singing the Mother Knows Best reprose to Una if/when she runs away (especially if she runs away with a possible crush I'm thinking up for her 👀). Also! In the Carrie Musical How Those Boys would Dance, but Glinda trying to place doubt in Una's mind about someone she loves. Also, this scene in Steven Universe when White Diamond and Steven finally meet. I'd have to dig into a lot of why Whites words are important, but imagine if Una was 'brought' back home from the order, or she runs away, and Glinda with her fake warmth treats this like it was all just a silly game played by a girl having a temper tantrum, "Did you get everything out of your system, dear?"

Una and Scarecrow

Scarecrow being a dad for Una- even if it's not the most genuine on his part- is getting to my heart so much 🥺🥺🥺 I can't possibly raise your headcannons, but here's what I have;

Una bonded with Scare, especially when he would treat her after Glinda punished her and he would complain to her about her during their late night 'dinners' (even if Una didn't want to talk that way about her, she did agree with some things he said. Especially as she grew older. It was what inspired her to be suspicious of her mother figure and teacher in the first place). As such, he's her first choice of person to go to when she's scared or hurt, especially if by Glinda, or if she just wants a hug (I mean, he is like a pillow XD).

Because of how close she and Scare have gotten, Glinda has pretty much appointed him as her Una Spy. He reports everything he can back to her (or at least he's supposed to)

Even though Glinda is her teacher, she has gone to Scare to help her with her homework or for extra lessons. After all, if there's anybody in Oz who can teach her anything, it has to be the smartest guy in the world, huh? If Scare isn't busy with his experiments, he'll happily take the opportunity to prove how smart he is- I mean, teach the silly little girl.

When Una joins the order (when she runs away, or Mombi kidnaps her for a plan, and Una proves her worth to join the order), she was in denial about Scare the most. That's her father! How could he be such a monster?? How could he... Know what Glinda had done to her parents and not do anything?? This can't be him, can it??

Also, Una would hug Scare a lot. Everytine she sees him. It's a comforting habit she gained when she was younger, and he took care of her. Even when he's a grum about it, Una will still give her straw dad a hug ^^ it does hurt a little if he pushes her away or act like this is such an inconvenience, but it's what she knows so she doesn't let it stop her all the time.

Now, if Una got to see Scarecrow after his brain is removed and the sweet, affectionate straw man is back, it'd take her a moment to process it all. Her father is... This now? After how she grew up knowing him as a mean, kind of gross and antisocial man? How he was cold even towards her sometimes? After finding out what he did?? And... He's actually loving now? He wants her hugs?? It'd take her a moment to get used to this Scarecrow (I want Dumb!Scarecrow to learn or remember how he thought of Una and how he only showed her affection to manipulate her (mostly), and do his very best to make it up to his baby 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

I can see this AU actually having a better chance at the Rehabilitation AU! I mean, Una was raised with a softer heart for one. But she sees these people as her family. Even if they were so much worse than she expected, she doesn't want to give up on them.

Also not important, but when little Una got used to Scarecrows presence in her life, she showed him a lock of her hair and pointed at the hay sticking out from the seams of his body and basically said they matched 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I know he's a heartless bastard but PLEASE tell me that got to him?? Just a tiny bit????

Una and Lion

She didn't see Lion often, and was scared of his size. Though since he's the friendliest even with his corruption, I don't think it took too long for him and Una to develop an uncle and neice sort of bond. Glinda made sure he didn't eat her, of course. And didn't slip out any information that would be too troubling for the little girl.

Una has many memories of climbing onto Lion, giggling with him and listening to his great tales of the days of old (when he and his friends were still heros). She was always in awe of his great feats of bravery, and he quickly became her favorite storyteller. Yes, even over her father (Lion doesn't insult anybody while telling stories *side eyes Scarecrow*)

Lion sees her as just a little cub 🥺 yes, even now as she's grown up. She's so tiny and bright! Una actually reminds him a little of Dorothy, before everything... He promised her that someday he'd take her to see his great kingdom in the jungle, and that he wouldn't let the monster hurt her (I'm not sure if Lion would know who killed her parents, but either way, he cares about Una to protect her like Dorothy). He doesn't see her often, but when they are both at the palace, it's like old days again when she would crawl all over him. It's a nice break from her conniving family for Una.

I'm not sure if Glinda would let her learn it, but if Una could transform into other animals, she's definitely showing it off to Lion... I'm not sure if that'd be the safest thing to do around the hungry king of beasts, though 😅

Una and Tin

I think it may have taken Una a long time to see Tin. Glinda had to make sure she wouldn't recognize Tin and revert all her progress. It took around a year at least for Glinda to fully trust them meeting.

Little Una was intimidated by Tin Woodmans appearance, not believing at first that that was the same gentle hero her parents told her about. But after seeing Lion, Una approached him and reached for one of his finger blades to hold. Of course, he pulled away, a bit shocked that Glinda had a daughter. But he knew he had to treat her with respect, so he was very polite with the child.

I think that since Tin is too busy being Dorothy's authority and thinking about her, he and Una didn't see each other often. Even less than Lion, maybe? Along with Glinda telling her all about how Tin keeps the peace, Una still sees him as a hero rather than a family member like she does the others. As such, she's very cordial but polite, rather than seeking him out for comfort or loosening up around him.

Of course, they run into each other sometimes when Glinda takes her to the Emerald Palace. The more he sees her, as she gets older, maybe Tin grows more curious about her and asks Scarecrow about her? The two seem to be close, and clearly, Glinda must have big plans for the witch. Perhaps she is meant to help to protect Dorothy??

Una and Dorothy and Ozma/Pete

Una is not too familiar with Dorothy. But she had been excited to meet her. Why wouldn't she want to see the hero and queen of Oz? I'm not sure how much control Glinda has over Dorothy, really, but either way, I don't think Una would like her too much. Dorothy doesn't exactly hide her true colors. Maybe Una accidentally peeved her, and she started screeching at her (maybe Una giggled, and Dorothy took that as her laughing at her). Glinda stepped in however, and took Una aside and told her she needed to be careful around their very stressed ruler. Ever since then, Una has been... Very very conflicted about the witchslayer.

She and Ozma totally gain a sibing bond in this AU! Una was confused about the great fairy being so childish and zoned out, especially hearing that she apparently tried to hurt Dorothy. But she warmed up to the fairy as they got to live and play together. She and Ozma would huddle together when Scarecrow told stories, and they'd have many sleepovers together ^^ as Una grew older, she took it upon herself to care for her new sister, and is hoping to cure her of her memory loss and her supposed corrupted heart.

I think as she gets older and Glinda molds her into the perfect ally more, Una is taken to the palace more. She still retains her good heart though and, despite the servants being afraid of her, she wants to talk to them. Pete was the only one who was willing to approach her, and they would up becoming friends. Una isn't sure why, but something about the boy is familiar. Like she knows him already, somehow. It's strange, though, how he's always disappearing...

Also, I'm considering in this AU, Una might develop a crush on a boy in the palace named Benjamin? I'm not sure, but she wouldn't be so scared of faliing in love here (she doesn't see any risk of losing her lover in the war, unlike her OG self), and I really want to explore her falling in love and how her little family would react to it.

Also, not important, but I found a picrew and made Una! The one on the left is her in the Glinda's Apprentice AU, and the one on the right is Una in the OG timeline (I tried to rough her up as much as possible. Also, this picrew didn't have a silver color for eyes, so they're blue here XD but I promise her eyes are canonically silver. Also, ignore the ears. She has human like ears like her mother, I just liked the art style of this Picrew)

That's all I got for now. I really need to sleep XD thank you so much for sending this in!! I hope you like this ^^