#coop is definitely making up for being an ass

[icarusredwings]

oooooh HELLO NEW CONTESTANT!!

Ps. Im so sorry for whoever has to see this huge chain of reblogs.

So yeah that was semi the plan love love love your thoughts except I had the idea that eventually they would find the cure BECAUSE of wade. Since wade can consent (and can restrain himself not to chomp people) he (unfortunately) would infact be the perfect test subject and because logan is definitely not gonna let some assholes test his lover without making sure its ethical and not harm him more then good, Wade would be quite accepting.

It also helps (Now don't look at me like that- you gotta understand his situation) that wade is very food and affection motivated so yes while he does still feel pain and heals slower then usual (still way faster then a human) it would only be natural for him to whine or not want hurt.

So yeah, in between shots and what not he's given pieces of meat and hugged, nuzzled, etc.

"One more and then were done. Hear me?" Logan tells them, coming to wade, Giving him some left overs and putting his arm around him.

"Just one more okay? Then we'll go see the girls."

He nods, mouth already full of the food, happy at the mention from the girls.

Another thing is Wade dosn't just wonder off in a sense of he dosn't know what hes doing or just aimlessly is leaving like how other zombies mindlessly walk around. Wade "wonders off" mainly because he knows if he dosn't eat anything soon hes going to hurt someone and he dosn't want that so he removes himself from the situation.

He also eats just about anything. Yeah he heavily prefers meat because something about the virus craves protein, its why his muscles have gotten weaker too but the virus knows of they eat their host there wont be anymore.

Most zombies die because the virus starves and has to eat the host, but because when they eat wades cancer it just keeps coming back, and eventually the cancer would whoop the virus's ass due to sheer out numbering but I like to think that before things get better (much like cancer) it gets WAY worse.

So yes, for a year or two hes off an on, randomly being feral the first year but the second year only being feral about once a month for a short period of time.

He slowly is becoming better and better as the third year rolls around to the point where he hasn't been feral in awhile, slipping up only because he hasn't eaten in 2 days, in which Logan apologizes to him because it's winter and theres not much to spare.

Wade knows he gets fed last, and honestly isn't too upset about it. He's lucky to get food twice a day simply from how scarce it is. In the summer its a lot better, much more animals come out, theres a lot of plants, hell the girls started a garden before Logan and Wade even found them so often times they have food its just... not.. sustainable.. for wade.

Yes, he'll eat it. He'll eat it all, clear his entire plate like hes been starving for months but he needs the protein. He needs the high fat content. Its why he gets a lot of beans.

Laura had even managed to trade for a chicken that first year but uhhhhhh wade ate it.... just... mauled the poor thing. Ripped it to shreds. It made gabs cry because she already named the hen "Penny". Well. No more penny. And now Wade isnt allowed out back by the chicken coop no more.

Sometimes, still 3 years later, She'll catch wade crouched down and staring at them with such wide eyes, like a cat watching a fish in a bowl.

"What are you doin? Get away from there! You know better." She'll tell him and he'll whine at her a bit because once in a great while Logan will let him pet the chickens. He'll hold it tight and let Wade run his fingers on its back with the biggest grin. But after whats happened to penny? No sir. He wasnt allowed to pet them without Logan around.

He's just so... hungry. And there's nothing really anyone can do about it. Because of this though, Wade makes a great hunter and well... sometimes.. even in the third year half of the animal will be eaten by the time he brings it home but he does infact bring home many intact kills. It sucks though because bassically anything Wade puts his mouth on or licks immediately is thrown out and cant be eaten by the girls or logan, So yeah.. Logan gets frustrated when Wade comes home with a useless deer because wade already took a chunk out of it.

By the fourth year wade is allowed to sleep in the house nightly, is allowed to hug the girls each day, and can control himself enough to even have dinner with them as a family. Year 4s biggest issue right now is that he keeps trying to kiss them. Trying to kiss the girls cheeks, trying to kiss logan, and he keeps trying to share food, trying to give Gabs more vegetables off his plate when now her entire plate is ruined because of cross contamination.

From what they know is that this virus is similar to rabies because it stems from the same family in which feasts on proteins and fat but its evolved enough to understand that the host needs to be able to do things such as swallow and walk so they do not attack the spinal cord or the ceribellum which controls movements. Unlike rabies in who devoures the brain, rendering the person not to be able to swallow and mindlessly walks around looking for water especially in heavily dense human population with zero fear. (Seen in foxes the most)

The zombie virus does attack the Broca's area though in which controls speech. They attack other parts of the brain like memory logic and processing but because of how much cancer wade has it just keeps growing back.

Some early days of being bitten he will just stare at you like a dementia patient trying to remember who you are, other days he will run into a door and then just stand there like a sim who cant move because theres a plate on the ground.

It also is better for him to NOT get bit or licked again by other zombies so after year one Logan stops letting him eat other zombies, noticing that he gets worse afterwards because he becomes reinfected. This- Has limited wades food sources to human grade stuff, aka.... a lot less.. which causes more snappiness for a few days, but after 2 weeks he improves a lot.

By year 5 he has an entire week straight where he is unconscious, growling and struggling against the chains in the shed. Logan is sitting out side of the shed on a stump, crying because he dosn't know what happened or what to do. Wade was doing so good to the point he was starting not to worry about him biting anymore and now he was at square one.

The next day he sees that the noise has stopped and wade is pased out for another good week. Logan is almost relieved. He thinks Wades body finally gave up. Finally died.

He sobs that morning, Whispering thank yous to nothing and im sorrys. He dosnt even know why hes apologizing, he didnt do it. If he could put wade out of his misery he would have done it years ago, so this is a blessing.

Laura, much like her father, has very mixed feelings, crying behind closed doors but is glad. Finally he wouldn't hurt anymore.

Being barley 18 now, Gabs still sobs. Cries that its not fair that her papa died. Cries because he was so nice to her and now he was gone for good. She would never get to hug her papa ever again.

This was until...anyway.. when 8 days later theres a soft knock on the inside of the shed. Logan couldn't bare the idea of him coming back and hurting the girls so he sealed off the shed, being his husbands forever tomb.

At first he thinks its a cruel joke. "Gabby, quit! That's not funny-"

"What dad?"

But if gabs wasn't doing that, and lauras in the house..

Carefully, he unlocks it, peeking in to see Wade awkwardly standing here. Blinking.

"...hai..?"

"....hi...??"

"...urrhhm... yor wracked meh n hare.."

Logan swears hes gone insane, he could have SWORN his dead husband just said "You locked me in here" and "hi"

His skin looking better, less open gashes and healed up, still scarred up but no longer really decomposing.

This has to be a dream right?

"..no.. No. Ha! Heh.. no."

"...no rhat?"

He stares in disbelief, wondering how in gods name he was alive still. And talking? Like.. actually talking.. Tears run down his face faster then he can think, Gabby is already crying and quickly unchaining him. "You're the worst dad ever!! Yo-you know that!?" She sobs, angry from the hurt but also so glad that he was okay.

"Ar rnow... I Sarry."

"B-but you were gone- I... I saw you.. you were rotting and everything.."

"Rhat rRh- er... h-harppins." He smiles softly, worried just how much he upset his family, and is even more worried by how tight Logan held him and sobbed into his shoulder. "You fucking IDIOT!" He cries, breaking a few of his ribs.

"Aouch! Owr" he whines, turning his head from him and everything, not wanting any of his saliva to touch Logan despite him desperately trying to bury himself in his neck.

It wasn't much Laura seen her father like this, but she has a pretty similar reaction, complete with a slap and telling him to never die on them ever again.

"Nor pramases!"

Hello there. You must be crying by now. Dont worry so am I. If anyone wishes to draw zombie wade I would be extremely happy. Different stages would be so cool to see. I might do a little sketch if I have time. Anyway. Here. You will need these.

I dont CARE that it's November 9th and "Halloweens over" ITS MY BIRTHDAY MONTH ILL POST IF I WANT TOO

Anyway.

Thinking about apocolpse au.

Wade getting bitten by a zombie, Logan freaking out, Wade dying, and him coming back (Again)

"Didn't you just die?? I literally fucking burried you!!"

And wades like:

"Of course. Man, God REALLY hates you dosn't he?"

And he's bassically the same person except just saying, "Rahhah har ran re" (translation: I think the devil doesn't want me either)

"What?? Oh for fucks sake... tell me you're kidding.."

"Rah?" 🤔

"Great so now you stink more and you can't talk. Fucking lovely."

"Mmmmh..." 🥺 (would you still love me if I was a zombie?)

"*sighs, blushes and grumbles how insane this is and how much of a bad idea this is* Fine! Come on...."

"Raah!!" 😄

And sometimes his limbs fall off because I think it would be funny if you just saw him stop, turn around, pick up his arm and shove it back into place like a dislocated shoulder. (Marvel Magic)

But its very obvious that Wade is still consious and so logan leads him around, puts a leash on him, ties him up when he goes to sleep the first few nights so wade dosn't eat him, sometimes luring him with a piece of his thigh or telling him he'll feed him soon to make him behave.

The only thing about this resource wise is that it seems Wade is a bottomless pit, not ever able to get enough. It's like all the nutrients just pass right through him, so he can't get fed meals daily, but Logan will share at least one bite of his food. It makes Wade so happy and way more "wade like" than zombie.

Logan has learned that the hungrier Wade gets the worse it would be, snapping at logan a few times.

"Grr-"

"Aye! That's enough outta ya"

"GggRah!"

"Hey!! I said no! Bad! Bad wade!"

"Mmmh??"

"Bad!!"

"Mmh....rahah.."

"I forgive you. But stop trying to bite me. I feed you, don't I? I hold your hand and tell you that I love you?"

Wade is actually extremely friendly for a zombie (duh) and still yaps at logan except its nonsense. Logan tries hard to understand him and talk back.

He holds his hand sometimes, even lays next to him only to scold him if he gets too bitey. This is hard because wade already had a biting issue and seeing as he practically ate anything or anybody now it was more difficult.

"...aahh-"

"Wade- No."

"Ggr.. raahh"

"Wade! No! Bad."

"Mmmh..."

"Ill feed you tomarrow. Don't bite me mkay? You wanna hurt me?"

He shakes his head like a dog shaking off from a bath, or that ate a bee.

"Then don't bite me."

"Mmh? Mrah?"

"No. No kisses right now. Im still not even sure if thats safe.."

"Mmmh...🥺 ahrrah?"

"No, not even a tiny one."

"Mm...😔"

Until Logan grunts and pecks his hand. "There. Happy?"

"🙂‍↕️mh"

"Good."

Honestly Logan felt bad, pitited him. No matter what food he ate it wasnt enough substance to sustain him and sometimes Logan would wake up to find him eating a different zombie that made the mistake of trying to eat Logan.

You ever wake up in the morning, lose your zombie boyfriend, call for him only to walk outside and see him knawing on some poor chaps arm like a happy puppy who found a chicken leg? Logan has. Many times. And he wishes his phone would charge so he could take a picture of it but unfortunately theres no electricity in the post apocalypse world.

This being said Logan is like- THE perfect guy for apocalypse au because he can smell everything and hear anyone before they even get to you, he has better wilderness survival skills then anyone I know and he'll never NOT have a weapon on him because of his claws. The only downside is that he's tired easily, needs a lot of food, and would lowkey be withdrawing from his tabccao and alchool, therefore very moody.

"Stupid fucking apocalypse having to happen when im fucking alive!! Why can't I just NOT live through ONE major historical event! Is that too fucking much to ask? One damn decade where everything is fine and dandy and- WADE! Get your ass away from that!! It's radioactive!! For fucks sake!"

"Rahahrah?"

"NO!! You can not become Spiderman! That's not how that works!"

"Aawr..😔"

The whole thing is they're on a quest to find Laura and Gabby, because when everything went to shit, they were on a cabin trip and now Logans brain is itching because he dosn't know where his babies are and its driving him insane. Once he finds them, they're gonna shack up somewhere with food and animals to hunt, and hes gonna make a little shed outside for Wade to sleep because he'll kill him if he bites one of the girls.

He dosnt care that much about himself really and he hates himself deep down for not being able to trust wade anymore but even wade dosnt trust wade, sometimes wandering off on purpose, staying about 30 feet away from him at all times, growling and giving Logan that glazed over look of unconsiousness. The only good thing about this, though, is after he removes himself from the idea of hurting Logan (because if logaj were to become infected - HA! Your all fucked. Utterly fucked. The whole humanoid species would go extinct because he'd kill anything that moved) he feels more trusting of him and it's not uncommon for them to hug after either. Afterall Wade- Some how???- is still wade and is very affectionate and sensitive when its not returned.

This whole thing also makes him think worse about himself, kicking reflective objects or staring at himself in a shop window in utter shock and disgust with a face of 'thats me..?' While logans raiding the place for supplies.

Did you know zombies can cry? Well, Wade could. Not a lot, only able to get a bit of liquid from dehydration, but sometimes Logan will catch him just... sitting there.. crying. Upset with himself for being bit. Upset with himself for trying to bite logan all the time. Upset at how ugly he is. Upset that he's starving all the time. Upset that he can't even talk to anyone, and Logan just has to guess what he's saying 90% of the time. Bro is literally

When they DO find Laura and Gabby, the girls are doing great. Laura was going to blow wades head off until Gabby ran in the shot, hugging him instantly, only to be ripped away.

"Of course my dad is the weirdo married to a zombie." Laura grunts, but is secrelty happy that wade is still 'alive'

Gabby, being as young as she is, thinks it's so SICK that her dad is a zombie now, giggling when he talks to her and holding his hand. She's not allowed near him for long, and not at all by herself, but Gabby bassically becomes Wades number one supporter, defending him when he messes up and snaps at laura.

"He's just hungry!! He's not bad! It's not bad to be hungry!" She'll say. "You wouldn't kill me if I was hungry.." she tells her bigger, more survival oriented sister whos suggested putting wade out of his misery, for his own sake. "I tried that... he found me again 3 days later." Logan tells her with a pang in his chest. It had taken everything in him to kill him the first time, and sobbed himself to sleep the next 2 days. By the third when he noticed Wade following him from a distance he couldn't believe it.

Not even the apocalypse could keep them away from each other..

[geeks-universe]

Hello friendos!

I’m going to wait to post the one shot until I’ve fleshed out more of its mirror counterpart. (Basically, instead of making it just one fic, it’s split between two perspectives so I’ll post both)

That being said, I’m gonna post the one* shot either Saturday or Sunday, and the next part of The Fallen will be posted either Sunday or Saturday. Just gonna try to not post them on the same day, idk if anyone has a preference on which one is posted first or not but 🤠

[kawamarii]

ⵌ — butterscotch .ᐟ

. ָ࣪ shoko ieri x reader

contents Ⳋ fluff !!! , domestic shoko, f!reader, injured!reader, shoko patches u up, she scolds u a lil, blood, maybe a lil tw?

a/n : man i love women so much. gettin to requests soon! pls bare wif me, IM BACK FROM HIATUS BABIESSSSSSSUH

word count : 568

silent.

that’s what the room was — where you sat atop the examination table, bloody shirt discarded where a gash ran along your side. your girlfriend, ever the doctor, tends to your wound with utmost care. she has a … pensive look on her face. baggy eyes squinted, plump lips tugged beneath her teeth as she focuses on the task at hand.

… you knew what was coming.

“you could’ve died, you realize that?” she finally speaks up, her deadpan eyes flickering up to you, her frown deepening. you let out a sheepish laugh. damn, your girlfriend was intimidating when upset. “aha,, well, i didn’t! i’m fine, see? jus’ a scratch.” you try to downplay, but she doesn’t buy it.

“that’s not the point.” she refuted through a sigh. “i told gojo to specifically not let you on that mission. but did he, or you, listen?” she squints. you don’t say anything, knowing not to argue her point. it’s not like she was exactly wrong, anyway.

“your recklessness is exactly why i don’t want you going out on missions as freely as he does. i told you to at least wait until your other injuries were healed, but did you listen? noooope. is this how it’s gonna be? you comin’ home injured every time despite my warnings? when’re you gonna learn, hm?”

you sink into your seat. she was right, you were reckless, and this scolding was definitely in line. you sigh. “mm.. yea. ‘m sorry, sho.” you murmur.

she sighs and her voice is a little more gentle. “you’re such a stubborn girl, hm. why’d you go through with it despite me saying not to?” you shift. “jus’ didn’t wanna be seen as some fragile sorcerer, i guess.” you say in a mumble.

“but you do realize that i don’t see you that way, right? i worry about you because i love you, not because i wanna be a pain in your ass.” she chuckles. “i know you wanna get as strong as you can, but please, at least heed my warnings. i don’t want you coming home with fatal injuries, yeah?”

you look up at her with a small pout on your lips but you nod. “mhm, you’re right. ‘should’ve listened to you.”

she gives you a small smile and pats your cheek. “good girl. i love you, but i swear to all things holy if y’dont listen when i tell you t’stay back i’ll lock you in your room.” she jokes.

you snort and you nod. “yes ma’am.” she huffs a laugh, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. shoko takes a step back to give you room, and grabs a piece of candy you can only assume is her favourite flavour - butterscotch - from her pocket, unwraps it, and pops it between her lips.

you watch her as she does so with a spark of adoration in your eyes — one she doesn’t miss, and it makes her heart skip a beat. she could never stay mad at you, with the way your voice soothes her entire being and how fucking cute you are.

even when she’s feeling a little cooped up with work or even a little discouraged, she pushes through it. because she has someone waiting for her at home —

— you.

the girl sweeter than the candy she ate, more addictive than the cigarettes she puffed.

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[lovebugism]

☄. *. ⋆ --- Idiots

summary: eddie makes a mean joke. it's hard to be mad at him when you share a bunk on a tour bus. pairing: band au!eddie muson / f!reader word count: 1.2k warnings: slight angst at first but there's a happy ending, barely proofread a/n: brb getting lost in the universe of the trials and tribulations of being in corroded coffin with eddie munson </3

You know you’re being irrational, but Eddie never should’ve made that stupid fucking joke in the first place. It wasn’t even him so much as the cheap beer and the post-show high, but it stung nonetheless. Now that you think about it, you can’t even remember what he said — something cruel about how he feels like he’s missing out when the rest of the band picks their share of groupies backstage when the concert's over.

He was playing and you know that but it doesn’t mean it hurt any less.

You’re sitting around the booth at the front of the bus. Gareth gets done lamenting about his latest feat with a busty redhead from Denver, a foot taller than him with legs that went on forever. You saw the girl, she was a model no doubt — at least you hoped she was because a girl like that shouldn’t be working some nine-to-five in the middle of nowhere.

Gareth talks like he’s ready to conquer worlds after being with this girl, but that he still can’t stop thinking about the shy brunette he met in Nashville.

Jeff is trying to give him some wholehearted advice and that’s when Eddie makes his dumb joke. “Damn. You’ve had a groupie every show and I haven’t even had one. I’m starting to feel like I’m missing out over here.”

Everyone knows it’s a joke, it’s just a not a very funny one. Eddie doesn’t realize this until he notices that no one’s laughing at it.

“Missing out?” you scoff from beside him, suddenly as rigid as the tension surrounding him.

“Babe—”

“I’m sure there’s groupies still waiting at the bar who’ll be happy to fuck you. I’d hate for you to miss out,” you spit and storm off, not getting very far because the bus is only so big.

You guys argue like children behind the thin partition that separates the bunks from the main area where the rest of the band is forced to listen to your squabbling. He tries to tell you that he was just kidding around and you tell him that joking like that when you have a girlfriend is a little psychopathic. He gets angry that you’re not listening to him and you’re angry he would even say something like that in the first place and both of you are angry at each other for being angry at each other.

It’s just a big, scrambled mess that would be easily remedied if you guys were just mature enough to apologize.

“I’m sorry for making that joke, it wasn’t funny. I don’t want any stupid groupies, I just want you,” Eddie would say. You’d plant a big fat kiss on his cheek and confess: “I know you were just saying you felt like you were missing out on the whole ‘rockstar fantasy’ thing and I was being a little pissy about it and I’m sorry, but if you talk like that again, your ass is grass, Munson.” And that would be that.

But no.

God forbid any of you act like adults and talk out your feelings.

Eddie storms back out while you’re in the middle of snatching your blanket and pillow from his bunk. You shut off the lights and bathe in pure darkness and anger while you hear the boys talk muffledly in the room. You convince yourself they’re making jokes about you — about how you’re probably just on your period and that Eddie should definitely fuck one of those pretty girls back at the show rather than stay cooped up with you all tour. 

Just, you know, things none of the boys would ever actually say. But for whatever reason, you want to make yourself sadder and it's working.

Your bunk is empty and doesn’t feel as comfortable. Which is strange considering you spent the entire tour sharing a twin-size mattress with a five-foot-ten boy, but still. The bed doesn’t feel like it belongs to you even though you got first claim on bunks. It makes it that much harder to sleep. You spend hours staring into the side of the bus and willing yourself not to cry, both feeling bad for yourself and for getting so angry at Eddie.  

With the curtain pulled closed, you don’t see Eddie enter the back of the bus but you hear him. You swear he’s the loudest person on earth. His sock-clad feet thump, thump, thump against the carpet while he tosses his clothes into a heavy pile onto the floor. His arm bangs into the wall when he stumbles while taking off his pants.

At least, that’s how you imagine it because he’s so terribly clumsy. It almost makes you laugh. Almost.

He climbs up onto his bunk — the one on top of yours. You hear the shutters pull closed and the light click off and then silence. You’re not sure how long it lasts. It feels like another few hours, but maybe it’s just because being without Eddie makes time pass so agonizingly slow.

You wait for him to break, to cave and apologize so you’ll come up and sleep with him. You know he has as hard of a time sleeping without you as you do without him. But he hasn’t yet and you’ve convinced yourself that he isn’t going to. Until—

“Baby?” his voice fills the empty silence, filled only by the sounds of the road and the video game Jeff and Gareth play on the other side of the bus. “Baby, you awake?”

You debate on whether or not to answer. To be stubborn or to cave.

You cave.

But not without a sarcastic remark. 

“No.”

He doesn’t reply. You just hear the squeak of his mattress and his feet hitting the carpeted floor when he jumps off of his bunk. The curtain of your bunk pulls back and you turn to find him with a blanket over his shoulder and a pillow under his arm. “Scooch,” he demands.

You comply with a smile and choose not to continue the ruse of being angry because you weren’t — at least, not anymore — and Eddie was the one to break first, after all.

The two of you return to your usual positioning on auto-pilot. The one where Eddie’s just about completely on top of you and clutching you like your his personal teddy bear. You’re on your back with one hand twisted in his hair and the other tracing absentminded shapes on his t-shirt covered back.

The boys have always said they have no idea how that can be comfortable, and you and Eddie aren’t sure either, it just is.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers after a few moments of silence. His breath fans against your collarbone and makes you shiver. Your heart aches a little at the way his voice breaks. He clears his throat, as though to clear the fragility from it. “Sorry.”

You don’t know if he’s repeating himself or apologizing for feeling his feelings.

“Don’t be,” you tell him. “It was stupid.”

“I was a dick.”

“You were a dick and it was stupid,” you correct. He can hear the smile in your voice even though he’s not looking at you. “We’re just idiots.”

“Yeah… Love you, though.”

“Love you too, loser.”

You feel him deflate against you and the sigh of relief flicker across your skin. Like now that he’s heard you say the words, he can finally relax. “Good. Now, go to sleep. I’ll make you a poptart in the morning, ‘kay?”

You breathe out a laugh and plant a kiss to the crown of his head. “So romantic.”

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[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Hello! I just finished reading all your writing.. i feel like your characterisation of coop is just so good!

Lately i’ve been fixated on how Cooper would feel about a plus sized partner.. (definitely not just because I’m plus sized myself)

Part of me feels his postwar ghoul self would be feral (pardon the pun) for a woman with a soft squishy body, especially a soft tummy and ass he can sink his fingers into, because someone like that would be so rare in the wastelands, and because it would be so different to his own physique

(Anon, I have a secret to share with you before we even get into headcanon territory; I'm a size 14-16ish, myself, so I definitely relate. I try to keep my reader-insert characters as nondescript as is reasonable in order to keep them accessible, but honestly? Every single character I've ever written is fat, or at least midsized. I feel like my use of words like "soft" and "plush" to describe them, plus references to tummies and bellies, might expose me a bit on that front. Thanks for reading and thanks for the ask!)

Prewar!Cooper Howard just loves women in general, all shapes and sizes. Big fan. He appreciates the female form in every one of its many variations. Back home, he knew plenty of bigger girls, curvier girls, and dated several before he met and fell head over heels for Barb. Once the two of them move to California, there's a noticeable decline in the variation of body types around him, and while he finds the women around him beautiful as well, he also finds himself sort of missing the higher concentration of softer ladies.

After she gives birth to Janey, Barb is pretty self-conscious about her body, but Cooper is quick to reassure her that she is just as beautiful as she was before (even moreso to him since she's grown softer in such nice places, frankly, but he doesn't think that's a proper thing to say out loud). She experiences a lot of pressure to be conventionally thin in her role as an executive, and while he supports her ambitions and what she wants to do with herself, it makes him feel terrible to see her so down on her body sometimes when he loves her (and it) so much.

Post-divorce, I think that a bigger partner, especially someone comfortable in their looks, their personal style, would be a welcome change to him. Like I said in my response to the question about him with a partner with body hair, I think he'd enjoy being with someone who wasn't so "L.A. perfect"; more authentic, at least to him.

He really loves a soft belly on a woman, and it's a treat that's been denied to him for so long. Of course, his favorite place to cum is inside you in whatever form he can get it, but he also likes to spurt all over your breasts and tummy, the sight of the mess cooling on your skin enough to get him going again more often than not. It drives him doubly crazy if you play in it a bit.

Also likes a good tit fuck. Likes it even more if you've got big enough breasts to do it while you sit on the floor in front of him. Getting to smoke a cigarette and sit back and watch you jerk him off with your tits is high up on his list of favorite ways to relax after a stressful day, especially if you tease the head of his cock with your lips and tongue.

Finds big nipples/big areolas very sexy; if you've got either (and definitely if you've got both), you might end up having to fend him off of your chest every once in a while with as often as he'll like to suck and lick and nip the poor things until they're all puffy and sore.

Enjoys using his ability to still pick you up and toss you around as a way to show off to you. It makes him feel virile and strong, so I hope you don't mind a little manhandling from time to time...

The Ghoul is always very pleasantly surprised to see anyone with some substance to them, physically; it's not necessarily that fat or midsize people don't exist, but the incidence of folks who are malnourished, stunted, and emaciated has certainly increased as the centuries have crept by.

He has always been a fairly lean and wiry guy, and life has given him more and more hard edges, so he adores a plush partner; round face, full lips, soft overall features. Big, soft hair, even. It's such a fascinating contrast to himself, to everything around him. The Wasteland is so harsh and strips every last bit of life it can out of every last thing that inhabits it, so to see someone so vivacious and supple...you are spellbinding to him before he even gets to touch you, to say the least.

When he does get to touch you, he wants to be respectful, trying his hardest to control his urge to rip your clothes away and grip your supple skin in his bare hands. He's trying so hard to reconnect with the more tender, gentlemanly part of himself, if it even still exists. But you seemingly have no idea how wild you drive him, how badly he wants to pin you down and feel your warm, pliable form beneath his, kind and sweetly flirty as ever despite how thin his self control is wearing. It's not long before the feeling he's trying to ignore consumes you both and he becomes intimately familiar with just how soft your body really is.

The man already had a breeding kink long ago, but it comes back with a vengeance if he meets the right person. He already finds himself drawn to your wide hips and thick thighs, but once he's fallen for you, once he's decided that you're his and he wants you to be his forever, they take on a whole new light. All he can think about his how good those wide hips would feel in his hands as he pumps you full, how beautiful your little tummy would look adorned with a baby bump.

Big fan of thigh-fucking, especially if you're not particularly rad-resistant; its a nice way for him to put you on your back, your legs on his shoulders the way he likes, pumping away at you in a way that feels natural without having to worry about making you incredibly sick or hurting you if he can't pull out in time. Or if he produces a lot of precum, which he is prone to. You both love and hate it, the head of him bumping and teasing against your clit depending on the angle, but never stimulating you enough to make you cum yourself. Fortunately, he's quite faithful about planting his head between your thighs and finishing you off once he's done.

If you are rad resistant, he still loves it; in fact, he loves it even more because he can fuck your thighs until he's about to finish, and instead of coating your stomach and mound, he can shove his weeping cock inside you at the last second and breed you, the sudden, wet heat around him making him cum even harder. Best of both worlds.

[cressidagrey]

Something good and right and real - Chapter 9

Summary:

Azriel had spent centuries believing that he of all people didn't deserve a mate. And if anything, the last three years had just galvinised that particular belief. And then he meets her.

The first time Oriana met Azriel, she thought that he reminded her of a skittish cat. Shy and a little bit broken. Good for him that she absolutely excelled in fixing the things around her.

Warnings:

Rhys Bashing, Discussion of Murder, Kinda Lucien Bashing?

Notes:

I put a lot of world building into this. If you don't recognise it from canon, I probably invented. Or I forgot that canon existed.

(thanks to @firefly-graphics for the super pretty dividers!)

“It’s nice. The music is good. I think you wouldn’t hate it,” Oriana ended her presentation of why he should accompany her to dance. 

Quite frankly, Azriel had been willing to agree with anything Oriana had been saying, because she was sitting on his lap after they had shared lunch. He had managed to take a break from his duties for once and lunch with Oriana was definitely worth the detour he had needed to make it happen. 

And he was more than willing to agree when Oriana told him that she liked going there with friends to dance, as it was quick stomping dances that reminded her of the mountain. 

“Let’s go tonight,” he said impulsively. Even if he ended up hating it, he would have seen Oriana do something that she loved. He could sit through a few hours of that. 

And really, sitting through a few hours with live music was a far cry from the less pleasant aspects of his job. So really…  

“Yeah?” Oriana made sure, but a smile was growing on her face and he nodded.

“Yeah,” he agreed, and the kiss she bestowed on him at that was worth so much more than sitting through 4 hours of music that may be horrible. 

He caught her face in his hands when she pulled back, kissing her again…and then another time. 

He only pulled back suddenly, when he felt a razor-sharp talon at the edge of his mind. 

He wanted to curse. 

It must have shown on his face because Oriana cradled his head in her hands. 

“Are you alright?” she asked him, eyebrows furrowing, and he nodded. 

“My Brother,” he gave out with a sigh, as Rhys scraped at his mind edge, obviously unwilling to wait. 

“Your brother,” Oriana repeated flatly. 

“He’s a daemati,” Azriel explained. A daemati and a pain in his ass. 

He slipped open his mental shields just enough so that Rhys could slip into them.  

His shadows hadn’t told him that anything was amiss, so really, what could this be about?  

What happened, Rhys? he asked. 

Elain and Lucien are coming over from Day. 

Right. And that mattered to him how exactly? 

It was nice that Feyre and Nesta could see their sister. But Azriel himself…well, he doubted that either Lucien or Elain would be happy to see him. 

Good for them? Azriel responded bemused. 

He hadn’t heard that it was a diplomatic mission of any kind between Day and Night, Helion hadn’t been the one dispatching his son and heir. 

So really, what did it matter? 

We’ll have dinner at the River House this evening. 

Now, he had his answer. 

I have plans, Azriel responded quickly.

 He did. And he could really imagine a better use of his time than sit through the awkwardness than that dinner promised to be. 

Everything so that he didn’t need to sit through that . 

Being cooped up alone in your house isn’t a plan, Rhys responded pointedly. Azriel wanted to bristle. 

He wasn’t the only one. His shadows actually did. 

Besides, we are talking about the future High Lord and High Lady of Day, so I am sure you can make space in your busy schedule for them, Rhys’ mental voice dripped with sarcasm but Azriel just stayed silent.

Rhys sighed.  

Get over yourself, Azriel, Rhys said quietly. 

Right. 

That’s all he was ever supposed to do, right?

He smashed down against the bitterness that welled up into him at that because quite frankly, it didn’t fucking matter anymore. 

It didn’t. 

I actually do have plans, Rhysand. I can come for dinner, but I am not staying for dessert, he gave back clipped instead. 

Fine. 

Rhys left. Azriel snapped his mental walls down behind him with far more force than necessary. 

He focused back on Oriana, who still sat on his lap, watching him carefully.  

“I am expected for dinner,” he said quietly. 

“Want to go out dancing another time?” 

Maybe he shouldn’t have expected something else, because Oriana had never asked him to tell her anything more than he had been willing to offer up by himself, but he still was. He still waited for the moment when she would be upset or angry with him because he couldn’t force himself to drag her into the abyss that was his work. Couldn’t force himself to answer a question. 

That was one thing. Oriana was another thing. 

It was unfair, he realised that. She told him about her family. About growing up and how Enya braided her hair and Kiran had used to let her run wild in his forge, about how Samson had let her hold his sword when she had just been a child of no more than 5, about how Titania was strict and seemed arrogant but had still sobbed over her husband losing a leg, and weeks later about the prothetic that Oriana had enchanted…about Cyrus and her playing together, the brother with whom she shared a father and the reality of being a child of two worlds and somehow not belonging into either. 

He couldn’t even open his mouth and tell her about Cassian or Rhys. 

He wanted to sometimes. Sometimes he thought about it. 

About what Cassian would say if he came to his brother the next day and admitted the whole thing. 

Cassian would be happy for him. He knew that. 

At first at least. 

But he didn’t know how Rhys would react and he wasn’t willing to stake Oriana’s happiness or safety on it. 

Not yet. 

“No,” he said quietly. “I’ll be done by nine? Is that early enough?”

“That’s the time, I am just starting to drink at,” Oriana said with a grin. “I’ll be waiting. I am the one in the red dress.”

He couldn't help but smile at that.

“So who is coming for dinner? If you can tell me?” she asked curiously. “Your brother?”

“Both brothers,” he answered. “Their mates. Some old friends. Lucien and Elain.”

He could give her the names. It didn’t matter. 

She pulled back, looking at him curiously. “Lucien Vanserra? Or whatever he calls himself these days?” she asked, her voice curious, but there was something else there. 

“You know him?” he asked carefully. How? Why? 

“Yeah, I know him,” Oriana said with a laugh. “He’s my cousin , Azriel.” 

His brain felt like it was freezing in place. 

What. 

“His mother and my father were siblings,” Oriana explained. “You knew my father was from the Autumn Court.  When my parents married it was quite the scandal. Lucien is a few decades older than me, but we are cousins. Haven’t talked to him in…over a century, I think though.” 

Azriel had no clue how to even react to that particular bit of knowledge.

This was entirely unexpected. And he wasn’t sure that he liked it. 

“So. I am thinking I am gonna make rabbit stew next week,” Oriana changed the topic, without asking another question or saying anything else.  “Are you gonna hunt me one and bring it to me like some barbarian warlord returning home with the carcass slung over your shoulder like a prized kill or should I just go buy one already dead?”

He dropped his head to her shoulder and started shaking with laughter. 

Azriel left Oriana with the promise to be the one responsible for the demise of a poor bunny later that week and then trudged his way towards the River House for dinner. 

He was really not looking forward to that. 

Not because he had some kind of feud with Lucien or Elain at that matter, but because seeing Elain was a constant fucking reminder of that solstice night. 

And that still pissed him off to no end, even when it was 2 years and a mating bond for him ago. 

It was still the night where Rhys had pulled rank with him about something purely personal and expected him to just accept that, without even a discussion. 

Something inside him, Azriel was quite sure, had fractured that night and he wasn’t certain if he was ever going to piece it back together again like it was before. 

If he even wanted it to

The only thing he was sure of was that his private life was going to be kept far out of Rhys’ grasp. 

Oriana was his and no one else’s and nobody was going to take her from him. 

And now he sounded like a possessive asshole. 

Weakly, he wondered if that was the mating bond at play, pulling out every territorial instinct he had…and he had quite a few of them. He had never really had anything that was his and his alone after all. 

Still, every thought of Oriana was banned from his mind as soon as he arrived, instead replaced with once again contemplating table linens. 

Why not. 

If Rhys picked up a stray thought, he would probably think that Azriel had gone completely mad, but hey, that was fine too. 

Still, Elain looked as lovely as always, and Azriel managed to snag a seat at a corner of the table, next to Cassian on the other side, and Morrigan at the head. 

It could be worse, he imagined. 

Like this, he was far, far away from Rhys…and from Lucien as well. 

The one thing that did quip his curiosity was the incessant whirring of Lucien’s mechanical eye though.

“Is everything alright with your eye?” Feyre was the one who asked the question that Azriel also had.  He listened with half an ear, not that interested in the answer. 

“No, it has decided to act like this,” Lucien gave back sarcastically. “Nuan already took it apart, she has no clue what is wrong with it. She has reached out to some old friends of hers, including the person who figured out the spell in the first place. But until then, I am stuck with this.”

He means Mistress, his shadows piped up suddenly and Azriel’s eyebrows rose with that. 

You are sure?

Mistress figured out a way to make artificial limbs feel real when her brother-in-law lost his leg in a mining explosion. She spent around a decade concentrating on that, his shadows hissed. 

He knew about the prosthetic leg. He hadn’t known that she had spent a decade working on that. 

Mistress talks to us while she is working, his shadows answered the unspoken question. Mistress is very smart. 

Yeah, Azriel agreed with that assessment.  

But if Nuan, the Master Tinkerer from Dawn Court had already taken the eye apart and not figured out anything that was wrong with it…well. Then it clearly wasn’t a mechanical problem. It was a problem with the enchantment that made it work. 

“You need an enchanter,” he said evenly. The conversation quieted down at that. 

“I do not,” Lucien sniped back.

“Yes, you do,” Azriel disagreed. “If it was a mechanical problem, Nuan would have figured it out. So it’s a problem with the enchantment. Who did it the first time?”

“Nuan did,” Lucien answered, crossing his arms.  

“She’s an alchemist, not an enchantress. You need one of those to fix…whatever the problem is,” he said with a wave of his hand. 

“What do you even know about it?” Lucien asked with a snort. 

“I know that it is a completely different skill set,” Azriel gave back tightly. And then, he said something he shouldn't have because his temper got the better of him. “I also know that you are related to one.”

Lucien’s knife hit the plate with a clang. “How do you even know that?” he demanded. 

“I am the spymaster of the Night Court,” Azriel gave back like that answered every single question Lucien could possibly pose. 

And maybe it did. 

It was nothing that he could not also have found out through very different channels.  

“So what, you care about gossip from 3 centuries ago?” Lucien responded sharply. “Do you have nothing better to do?” 

“Luce…” Elain said softly, but Azirel ignored her. 

“If it’s useful, yes .” 

“How could it possibly be useful to you? Also, he’s dead. Has been dead, for over a century,” Lucien told him harshly. 

Oh. 

Well, that made it better. Lucien didn’t even think about Oriana. He thought that Azriel had been talking about her father .  

“That didn’t show up in your research, did it?” Lucien asked with a harsh smile. 

Oh, he was willing to let Lucien have that round. 

Can you ask Oriana if she would be willing to take a look at Lucien’s eye? She probably already got a letter about it from the Head Tinkerer from Dawn.  

The answer came minutes later, not by a sentence hissed by his shadows, but by the letter they dropped next to his plate. 

He opened the note. It smelled like peppermint. 

Yes, of course. Just give him the note enclosed. Tomorrow morning. And just tell him that we share a common acquaintance, if you don’t want him to know that we know each other, Sweetling. 

Also, If you have read this note, drop it in a glass, please. 

He did just that. 

It went up in flames, just seconds later. 

“By the cauldron, you are seeing Eris!” Cassian blurted out and Azriel felt like his brain froze for the second time that day. 

“Cassian!” Nesta snapped, for some reason managing to sound long-suffering, "We talked about this." 

“The letter just went up in flames! That’s how the Autumn Court sends correspondence!” Cassian reasoned. “You are seeing Eris!”

“And because of that, you are now thinking that Azriel has a love affair with Lucien’s half-brother?” Feyre asked, sounding like…she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. 

Well, neither could Azriel. 

“Yes!”  Cassian exclaimed. 

“No,” Azriel deadpanned. 

Over his dead body. Not after what happened with Mor. Never. 

“But…” Cassian started to protest. 

“Cassian, I have absolutely no idea what makes you think that I am in some kind of romantic relationship with Eris Vanserra but I’ll gladly swear to you on my own life, that that is not happening in a million years,” he said drily. “And Eris was not the one writing me.” 

“Who was writing to you then?” Rhys questioned pointedly. “Must be somebody from autumn.” 

“I know somebody that knows somebody,” he gave back evenly, as he handed the second not for Cassian to pass to Lucien.  “An enchantress is willing to meet you tomorrow. Bright and Early.” 

Lucien reached out for the note with some trepidation. 

“If I wanted you dead, the plan would be a lot less convoluted. Just for your information,” Azriel said drily.

Lucien glared at him. 

“Where did you meet her?” he demanded. 

“I know somebody that knows somebody,” Azriel repeated. “That’s my job. And that reminds me, I have to go.”

Far away from Cassian and his conspiracy theories, that much was certain. 

He still had no idea how Cassian had even come up with this. He didn’t know if he even wanted to know. 

“So soon?” Feyre asked surprised. 

“I have plans.” 

“What kind of plans?” She wondered. 

“The kind of plans that I am not willing to change.”

Quite frankly, all he wanted was to curl up on Oriana’s couch, underneath the ugliest blanket he had ever seen, but he should have known that it was not gonna be quite that easy. 

So he went to the pleasure hall she had named him and let his shadows lead him right to the female in the bright red dress. 

He would have found her even without knowing the colour of the dress, because even now, in a dress with nothing that proclaimed her a goldsmith by trade…there was traces of it, everywhere. From the points of her shoes that were decorated with a gold tip, to the low open back of her dress that was held in place at her neck with a myriad of chains. 

From the front…it was deceptively simple. From the back…not so much. 

She suited the colour. Not as much as Blue did in his opinion though.

“Sorry, I am late,” he said softly as he slid to her side at the bar and she grinned brightly at him, just as the bartender, pushed four glasses in her direction and she immediately handed two off to him.

“You aren’t, Sweetling,” she assured him. “Ready to meet my friends?” 

He just nodded. 

The fluttering pearlescent wings that resembled a butterfly, were the first thing he saw. 

He immediately placed that to belong to Palote Fairy, a lesser Faeries, often found in the summer court. 

Far from home, that much was certain. 

She turned to him, a head covered in blue hair that matched her wings and she stared at him. 

“By the cauldron, you are real!” she explained as Oriana slid into the seat beside her. A High Fae male was with her, blonde and blue-eyed, looking like he wanted to be everywhere but here. 

“Did you think I was lying?” Oriana said with a snort

“No!” The female hurried to add. “I just didn’t…Hi! I am Hyacinth! That’s Evander!” she said quickly. The male fae, Evander, lifted his glass in greeting, obviously quieter than his companion. 

“Nice to meet you. Oriana has told us literally nothing about you,” he said drily. “Which is good, because Hyacinth wouldn’t have believed her anyway.” 

Hyacinth just glared at her companion.

“Hey! It’s just that she came out of it with nowhere! She disappears for a few weeks and then shows up with, Oh I met my mate! By the way, he’s Illyrian!” Hyacinth defended herself. 

“Because Oriana has totally bothered to lie to you before. We all remember that one time…”

Or maybe the male wasn’t quite after all, because these two started squabbling in a way that was worse than Cassian and Nesta sometimes were prone to be doing. 

“What happened that one time?” he wondered quietly to Oriana, who just snorted. 

“Hyacinth and I didn’t know each other very well and she didn’t take me at all seriously when I told her that I could control fire. So I showed her. Right there in the middle of her flower shop. And she dumped water all over me…Did I mention that the flowers were still in said pot of water? I got to pick out tulips out of my hair for ten minutes afterwards.”

The mental picture that painted, made him snort, even as Oriana leaned into his side. 

Nobody threw water at Oriana that evening, though she did seem to seemingly know every person who attended and dragged him down onto the floor as soon as there was a dance that wasn’t the very quick stomping dances that she seemed to enjoy the most. 

Still, for once he was very thankful that centuries of fighting training meant that he was very quick on his feet and managed to figure out the steps behind it quickly. 

But even if he didn’t…he wouldn’t have cared, because Oriana glowed with happiness throughout that night. It seemingly surrounded her, an effervescent beauty that he couldn’t name. He could just stare at it in wonder. 

“Thank you for coming,” she said as they spilt out into the night air as the evening ended, her arm slipping through his, her hair curling against her neck, where she had sweat from her dancing. 

“Of course.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“So Dinner didn’t go that well, did it?” She asked Azriel as they ambled their way to her apartment. The walk wasn’t longer than maybe 5 minutes, and it was a night in the Rainbow…of course, it was still filled with faes and fairies of all kinds mulling around. 

And still, Azriel had showed up at The Moonlight Vault with a face like thunder. (Yes, the name sucked. It was still one of the best establishments Velairs had to offer as far as Oriana was concerned.)

“…How,” Azriel wondered and Oriana just shrugged, holding his arm a little bit tighter. 

“You were looking ready to flee as soon as you entered,” she said drily. “You know, you could have just had your shadows tell me that you weren’t in the mood. That would have been totally fine, Azriel.” 

She didn't want him to go through that kind of torture if he didn’t want to. It wasn’t…His day job already promised to be horrible enough. 

“I wanted to be with you,” Azriel gave back quietly like that explained everything. 

Her heart melted a little bit at that.  She just grasped his arms a little bit tighter. 

“I ordered the couch we picked by the way,” she said at that moment. Furnishing the Lake House was coming along…questionably. 

They had managed to pick out a couch, thanks to her offering up multiple furniture catalogues for Azriel’s perusal and him having opinions about interior design that she never even thought he would have. 

They had ended up going with a brown leather couch, big enough to fill some of the empty space in their house.

“Sounds great,” Azriel said softly. 

“Any luck with your table linens?" she teased him as they finally reached her apartment and she unlocked the door. 

“Not yet,” Azriel answered with a snort. 

“Haven’t had any luck with chairs yet…especially none that look like they are comfortable for your wings,” she admitted. “Still working on that.”

“Just buy whatever you want. I’ll deal with it,” Azriel said, like that was completely reasonable as he followed behind her up the stairs. 

Completely reasonable for him to be uncomfortable. 

“It’s your home, you don’t need to deal with it. I already found you one chair that works with your wings, I’ll find dining chairs that work as well,” she pointed out drily. “You maybe can’t expect the rest of the world to accommodate you, but you definitely can expect that at home.” 

Especially as far as she was concerned.  “What else?” she added, tapping a finger against her lips. “I am working on a warding net by the way.”

“A warding net ?” Azriel asked her, sounding confused as she shrugged off her coat. 

“You can put it into stones,” she explained with a shrug. No need to shoulder the magic for it on their own. It was something she had made for the mountain. Granted the road to the final version had been, pardon the pun, stony. 

“That works?” Azriel wondered. 

“Of course it works, I made it,” Oriana said drily. She had trust in her abilities. More than she should probably have. Azriel stared at her for a moment. 

“How many things do you make that you never bother telling anybody about?” he asked her curiously, shrugging off his own coat. She thought about it for a minute.

“A lot,” she admitted with a sigh. “If it‘s easy enough to replicate and scale, and selling it would give me a profit…then I go to the mountains, to our guild and file a kind of patent on it. So nobody can replicate that without paying me for the right to use it,” she explained. “Like the teapots,” she pointed out as an example. “But the warding net? It’s going to take me at least a couple more weeks of working on it before it’s ready to be placed. It’s a question of want and need. Not many people would have the money to pay me enough to make the work worth my time,” she admitted.  “It just takes too long to be financially sound. I just make it because the time is worth it to me for the security it provides.”

“It’s safe?” Azriel asked, his voice and eyes serious. Oriana met his gaze. 

“As safe as I can make it. The safest ward I ever made.”

“Did you put an anti-winnowing ward into it?” he asked her, and she grinned at him. 

“Who do you think I am? Of course. Shadow Walking will work though.”

She took a quick bath, and by the time she got to crawl into her bed, Azriel was already waiting for her, paging through the book that she had had on her bedside table. The Knight and the Dragon's Heart. 

Quite frankly, she slept better curled up underneath his wing than she did anywhere else. Especially after she got a kiss goodnight and then got to sleep straight through until the next morning, when they had breakfast together with some pastries he had fetched from the bakery two buildings down. 

He went to work and Oriana opened her shop, greeting Cilla, the second female that she had come in to help in the shop these days so that she could concentrate on her forge. 

Penelope and her did a great job at manning the till so that Oriana could go back to creating and quite frankly, she quite enjoyed it. 

Still, that day she lingered in the front room of her shop at least until she recognised a shock of auburn hair. 

Lucien. 

Time had been kind to him, though the brutal scars that ran down the left side of his face…that was another thing entirely. 

She had never actually seen them, though she had heard what had happened to him. Gossip was strong, even in Velaris. 

“Lucien,” she greeted him, adopting the persona of her mother’s daughter. Her shoulders went back, her voice found that perfect tone of polite and warm. 

Normally she didn’t see the need for it. But he wasn’t alone. 

With him was a beautiful female. Golden Brown hair that fell down her back in soft waves and was tied away from her face with a little ribbon, big doe eyes, and a lithe frame. 

Delicate was a good description for her. 

“Oriana,” he greeted her. “Last I heard you were no longer an enchantress,” he quipped as he came to stand before her. 

“Well, family has privileges,” she said calmly. “And it is my work that is keeping that eye  from exploding, so I figured, I should lend a hand, of course.”

Both polite, but pointed as well. 

Making it very clear that she may be 2 centuries younger than him, but she was the best in her trade. And she said that with no arrogance. 

A smile stretched over Lucien’s face at that. 

“Of course,” he repeated. “My wife, Elain. My cousin, Oriana,” he introduced his wife who stared at Oriana wide-eyed for a moment. Oriana mentally checked that her eyes were black and not fucking creepy as Cyurs liked to say and smiled at her. Suddenly, Elain smiled prettily at Oriana, offering her hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her voice high and light. “I never met an enchantress before.”

“We are a rare breed,” she said drily as she took Elain’s soft hand surprised at the calloused she had. Not a delicate little flower after all, maybe?

One should never judge a book by its cover, she had learned that early. 

“Let’s go into the forge. Then you can tell me what is wrong with your eye,” she invited Lucien and waved him and his wife through to the backroom. She had even tidied up a bit for him. 

Elain stared around like it was the first time she had seen something like that and Oriana imagined it probably was. 

“It looks like it does at the blacksmith’s,” Elain said suddenly. 

“Oriana is half Tartera,” Lucien hurried to explain. “They are lesser faeries and life in the mountains surrounding Velaris. They are known for their jewellery making.”

One could break it down like that.

“Lucien and I are cousins through his mother and my father,” Oriana explained as Lucien carefully removed the golden eye. She held out a tissue for him to place it in because she would need to completely take it apart. 

“The last time I met Oriana, she was still living in the mountain full time though,” Lucien said quietly. “The jewellery shop seems to be a new addition.”

“If you call new a hundred years ago, yes,” Oriana said with some amusement as she received the eye and carried it over to her workbench to take it apart. 

She had even pulled out the tiny screwdrivers for this job. 

“I left the mountains over a century ago,” she picked up the conversation. 

“Why?” Elain wondered. “Didn’t you grow up there?” she seemed actually curious about it, a kind and gentle fae or at least willing to make every appearance of it.

“I did. But I feel out of love with my job,” Oriana answered honestly. 

“How is Wynstan?” Lucien wondered. “Did he come with you?”

“He’s dead,” Oriana said drily. “Has been. For over a century. I am surprised that you haven’t heard that story,” she quipped. “It was quite the thing when it happened.” 

Though since she had gotten rid of the necklace…the only thing she was still feeling when she thought about Wynstan was fury for what he had taken from her. 

It clearly wasn’t what Lucien had expected though. 

“My…condolences,” he hurried to say but she waved him off.” 

“Oh don’t worry about it,” she said absentmindedly as she peered into the inner workings of his eye until she found the culprit. 

“Ah, I found your problem,” Oriana said, as she poked at the runic array. “Some of the runes have eroded.”

“Can you fix it?” Lucien asked, his voice trembling slightly. 

She looked up from her work. 

“I used to be the Master Enchantress of my people, one of the foremost goldsmiths they have, and you ask me if I can fix an eroded rune?” she asked him, her voice bone dry. “Yes, Lucien, I can fix that. I can also make sure that it never happens again and even renew the runic array so it works better than before.”

“And you aren’t an enchantress any longer?” Lucien asked with a raised brow. 

“I still have the training. I just tend to use it for personal projects. These days there are other titles I would much rather claim,” she answered drily, as she went back to her work. 

A few minutes later, she polished the golden eye, before she offered it to Lucien. 

“All done,” she said. 

“How did you meet Azriel?” Elain piped up suddenly and Oriana went back to picking up her workbench. “He was the one who told you that…”

“Azriel didn’t tell me anything,” she corrected. “We have a common acquaintance. Azriel pulled a lot of strings and a lot of favours. My acquaintance asked me as a favour to him, just as he did it as a favour to Azriel.” 

Lucien seemed less than pleased with the sudden change of conversation.

Or maybe less than pleased with the topic of conversation. 

She wondered what that was about, but she didn’t want to outright ask. 

“Azriel didn’t need to do that,” she pointed out, keeping her voice even. “I hope you are aware of that.” 

Lucien ignored that pointed comment. 

So there was definitely something. 

“Are you one of his spies?” Elain asked, sounding somehow wide-eyed and naive and for a moment Oriana froze. 

Spies. 

Somehow that answered so many questions that she hadn’t even known she had had. Azriel's spies. He was a Shadowsinger. He was the spymaster of this whole damn court, wasn’t he?

“Do you really think that if I was, I would tell you?” she gave back, forcing out a high tinkling laugh that sounded only natural because she had spent decades honing it.  “And the answer is a very resounding no. I am not subtle enough for that.”

“She’s not,” Lucien snorted. “People that annoy her are getting set on fire on the regular.”

She just shrugged, even at Elain’s horrified look. 

She was not going to apologize for that. She had only ever done it to people that really deserved it. 

Still, the list was quite amusing. It not only included the current High Lord when he had been a few hundred years younger but also her brother on more than one occasion and as a 5-year-old even her grandmother. 

“Thank you,” Lucien said at that moment, and she looked at him, the gold eye moving smoothly. “It’s better than new.” 

“Of course it is. Do you still not have any trust in my abilities?” Oriana quipped. “And I am not the one you need to thank.”

“What do I owe you?” Lucien asked but she shook her head. 

“It’s taken care of.”

Still, as she watched, Lucien and Eleain leave, she couldn’t help but wonder, her mind running wild, as she thrummed her fingernails against her workbench. 

“How did it go?”  Azriel asked her that evening. 

“I fixed the eye,” she answered honestly. “I met his wife.”

She watched Azriel as she said these words, watched how his fingers tightened near imperceptively around his cutlery. 

“Lucien was the mate, wasn’t he?” she asked evenly. Lucien had been the mate of the female that Azriel fell in love with after he spent 500 years pining after a female that couldn’t be less interested in him. 

That’s what he had told her. Right at the very beginning. 

“Lucien is the mate. Elain is the one who got away.”

“Yes,” Azriel said, his voice hoarse. “Ask.”

“Ask what?” she asked him, needing Azriel to say it. Needing him to…

She wasn’t even sure why. He had been honest to her from the beginning. there was no reason for her to doubt him. And she felt bad that she even thought about it.

“Ask if I still love her,” Azriel said softly. “That’s what you are wondering about.”

“Do you?” Oriana said quietly. Did he? 

She was his mate. But was she…

“No.” There was no doubt in Azriel’s tone. “I liked her. I have loved her. I was in love with her. I was infatuated with her. And I’ll always think that…how it was dealt with wasn’t right,” he struggled to form the words. “It wasn’t…Being ordered not to pursue her wasn’t right,” he repeated, the words low and she stared at him. Who had…Who had the power to order Azriel not to pursue a female? What…what even… "But it did work out."

“Elain is lovely. But she isn’t you…what I had with her was a spark, Oriana. You are a whole firestorm.

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The Fire in the Sin

Chapter 3 - Overture

Word count: 6,733. Read on AO3. Series Masterlist. <- Previous Chapter.

Summary: Takes place slightly before and through the end Episode 1 Season 1 and during the events of the actual extermination day. TW: canon typical violence and language. Alastor is an ass for most of this chapter but you get brief moments where you can see he's still a simp for his wife, he's just having A BAD DAY.

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Series Summary:

In the 1950's, Alastor met the woman he would eventually marry but unfortunately his Radio Demon persona went for her soul rather than her hand. He has to learn what it means to love, and cherish, without possessing and he does. Their relationship is beautiful, strong, unbreakable . . . but he carries a dark secret through their marriage for decades until eventually he has to face the consequences of that secret and leave her, without warning, for seven years. He returns, finding her at the Hazbin Hotel, and has to convince her to forgive him, while being literally bound to secrecy, unable to tell her any of things he now is desperate to explain to her.

(This is a duel timeline fic, timestamps will be a the top of every chapter.)

Chapter 3 - Overture

Present Day

Alastor sat on the balcony of his room, intently watching the road that the lead up to the hotel. He took a sip of his coffee, then checked the time on his pocket watch. This year’s extermination was set to begin in a few minutes and the hotel was short one resident.

Not that he was worried.

Mina had survived several years’ worth of exterminations without him and she was resourceful.

And she certainly knew how to make herself scarce, apparently.

No, he wasn’t concerned exactly but he was definitely agitated.

Likely this was her way of making a point to him about not knowing the whereabouts of one’s spouse during trying times, but he didn’t care for it.

As the residence of a Hellborn, the hotel was a safe haven during exterminations and therefore safe for any of its other permanent residents, including Sinners . . . as long as they stayed away from windows and doorways. Now was not the time to be playing petty games with him. If Mina wanted to continue to be stubbornly cold and distant, she could very well do so in the safety of her own room.

Alastor took another drink, looking every bit on the outside like he hadn’t a care in the world.

He supposed she could have found sanctuary elsewhere.

If his suspicions were correct and she had returned to working for Abaddon, Mina could also still claim her old residence at The Pit. That had been in her previous contract after all; housing, safety, and above all else . . . power.

Alastor sat up and squinted as a figure came into view down the road.

Well, he was almost beginning to hope she wouldn’t show up. It would have been undeniable evidence of what she was up to.

He slipped into shadows and manifested purposefully behind her.

“Playing games now, are we?” he asked, delighting in the way she jumped in her skin, her usually sleek black tail fully fluffed out in agitation that he had managed to startle her.

She huffed at him and continued walking.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, you don’t,” he said dryly. “It makes perfect sense to be out and about minutes before an extermination day begins.”

“I just needed some fresh air before I have to be cooped up in the hotel all day and night with you.”

“Oh, the horror,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“If you’re so concerned, then why don’t you go back inside? I don’t need an escort just to walk up the drive.”

“An excellent idea, my love,” he said and linked his arm through hers before she could protest.

They turned to shadow together and appeared a second later in the hotel lobby.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Angel announced, surprisingly awake and already with a bottle in his hand. “Or what the deer dragged in . . . the deer dragged the cat in- you know what, never mind.” He took another big gulp from his drink.

“Oh thank God, thank God, thank God,” Charlie said, launching herself around Mina in a bear hug. “We were so worried when no one could find you. Thank goodness Alastor got you back in time!”

“I was already coming up the road,” Mina mumbled and shuffled off to sit next to a very inebriated Angel.

“And where were you, exactly?” Vaggie asked with a hand to her hip. “We’ve been looking for you for the last hour.”

“I told you all we needn’t worry,” Alastor chimed in, once again using his shadow form to transport himself across the room and into the seat on the couch next to Mina, sandwiching her between himself and Angel. “Extermination Day makes everyone a bit restless. So she got a bit carried away while out gathering her thoughts? No harm done.”

Mina looked at him with surprise; she clearly hadn’t expected him to defend her. But he wasn’t about to give the impression to the rest of the hotel residents that he didn’t have the situation under control.

A scream sounded in the far distance, just loud enough to make out, but it was enough to make the mood of the room instantly shift.

A second later, the siren began to shout its annual alarm that the extermination had begun. It had just been too late to warn the first victim.

Alastor felt Mina’s weight shift a little closer to his side. His smile widened, knowing she was never as unfazed by these days as she let on. No one was.

“Yeah,” Charlie said, her eyes suddenly sad and focused on the hotel door. “No harm done.”

____

Alastor wasn’t the type to verbalize his complaints, but inwardly he had to admit, the day was proving to be particularly shitty.

In fact, his entire first week back had been more trying than he had expected. Playing along with Charlie’s childish and naive fantasies had pushed him far out of his comfort zone and the extermination had her seeming extra determined to give them all a wholesome day.

The only upside was that today was the first time since his return that Mina had gone hours without insulting or pestering him. Before his departure, they had enjoyed decades of marital bliss. All that time had allowed him to forget how difficult he found her when they didn’t see eye to eye on things.

Only this time it was worse because Alastor honestly was left feeling a bit bereft at her treatment of him. Nearly a century ago, she had been smart to keep away from him. He had been after her soul, after all. But this time was different. This time, he had no ulterior motives – not with her at least – he was just desperate to have her by his side once again.

Some of the things she had said to him, especially during the first argument in her room, had well and truly hurt his feelings. And that fucking pissed him off. It was one thing to confess to being in love, he had gotten over his reservations with that ages ago. But even to this day, he didn’t care for how easily Mina could control his emotions. It made him feel weak and distracted where once upon a time he had found strength and comfort in her.

And then to start off the day with her up and going missing the way she had was just the icing on the cake. Mina was keeping her own secrets from him, and the audacity of her hypocrisy had his already short supply of patience running on empty.

However, since the extermination had begun, she had been noticeably warmer towards him. It had begun there on the couch, her willingly leaning into his side for comfort. Then she and Niffty had disappeared into the kitchen for a while and brought back breakfast for everyone; some sort of quiche but in the shape of a cupcake that Niffty had called “egg bites.” He had been skeptical at first but then Mina had presented his own special serving, promising she had made his extra spicy, and they had been incredible.

Charlie then insisted on them all participating in some sort of social game she had called “two truths and a lie” so they could all get to know each other. He had been about to excuse himself when Mina had once again settled herself next to and against him. She had even brought him more coffee, knowing full well that he was perfectly capable of summoning it himself, just so she could make a point of being nice.

So he stayed, deciding that it would be a good opportunity to learn more about the other residents and study them. Plus, Vaggie and Husker both looked hilariously uncomfortable with Charlie’s proposition.

As their host had begun to explain the rules of the game, an explosion had gone off, close and large enough that they had all felt the rumbling beneath their feet. Mina had turned in her seat, eyes glued to the front doors, but her hand had gripped onto his bicep and held fast.

“It’s quite alright, Mina,” he had told her. “We’re safe as houses in here.”

Several smaller explosions followed, along with a resounding chorus of screams, and Charlie’s little game was forgotten as everyone sat around in tense silence.

“Well, that was a real buzzkill,” Angel said once the battle outside seemed to push itself deeper into the city center and farther from the hotel.

“Then why don’t we lift the mood a bit, eh my dear?” Alastor said, smiling pointedly at Mina.

She met his gaze but seemed uncertain.

“I don’t know, it’s been a while . . . and I don’t usually do it to make people happy.”

“Nonsense! I’ve seen you command an entire crowd into a jolly good time, you would do perfectly well just giving them a slight suggestion of a more peaceful time.”

“Whattya talking about?” Angel looked confused but he was the only one. It seemed everyone else was already clued into Mina’s ability and were considering the idea.

“You didn’t think the Radio Demon’s own wife was powerless, did you?” Alastor asked, materializing a grand piano with a snap of his fingers. “They don’t call her The Siren for no reason, my friend. She can command your emotions and desires with a simple melody. Her real talent is making a person kill themselves at the sound of her voice but of course she wouldn’t do any of that here.”

“He ain’t kidding, either. Seen her get a dozen demons to turn their guns on themselves and blow their brains out,” Husker said and then chuckled. “Gotta admit, it was pretty a good night.”

“Yeah, sounds super fun. Just the kind of thing we need today,” Vaggie deadpanned.

“Vaggie,” Charlie said, “Alastor said it wouldn’t be like that. Plus, I trust Mina. She would never do anything to hurt us.”

“You wont regret it,” Alastor said, appearing at Charlie’s side and holding her by the shoulders. “It’ll be more soothing than the smoothest whiskey Hell has to offer. Calm your nerves in no time at all. Mina?” He said her name with a suggestive gesture towards the piano, inviting her to begin.

 “If you insist,” Mina said and took her seat, “Did you have anything in mind?”

“You’re the professional,” Alastor said but Charlie clapped her hands.

“Oooh, ooh, I hope you know this one, it’s a bit after your time but-“ and she bent over and whispered something into Mina’s ear.

Mina feigned offence. “I’m hurt you would assume otherwise. Not all of us are stuck in the past,” she said, giving Alastor a teasing look.

She began playing and the soft, happy melody filled the room. It wasn’t one Alastor recognized but he had to admit, it wasn’t awful. Mina was a talented pianist, and it was rare that she chose a tune when he prompted her for one that he didn’t like.

Then she began to sing and the magic really took shape.

“I want to live where soul meets body

And let the sun wrap its arms around me

And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing

And feel, feel what it’s like to be new . . .”

The first time he had heard her sing, Alastor had been convinced she was working a spell on him. Her voice was truly the most enticing he had ever heard. There had been plenty of female musicians he had respected and admired in life and in Hell but never had one made him feel the way she had. But that was just her sheer talent.

When she sang and brought her magic into it, the difference was obvious. There was no longer any individual thought of his own solidifying in his mind, nothing left of himself but whatever her siren voice commanded. It was the difference between infatuation and someone taking complete and utter control over your faculties.

Nothing would unsettle and bother him more if it was anyone else doing this to him. But Mina had never used her power over him without his consent and he had quickly learned to admit, it was the most affective drug to settle one’s nerves. And with his own power being far greater than hers, he knew he could withstand a mental attack if he ever truly fought against it. Vox had given him the opportunity to test that theory ages ago, and the rival Overlord had far stronger powers of hypnosis than his wife.

The song ended and the spell lifted but the sense of tranquility still lingered in the room’s atmosphere. All of the guests, even Niffty, looked completely blissed out.

“Jesus toots, I feel like I need a cigarette after that,” Angel said, his head lulled onto the back of the couch, and each of his six limbs limp at his sides.

Mina stood up from the piano and bit her lip as she looked around.

“Maybe I went a little too hard on them.”

“Au contraire, ma chér,” Alastor said, putting an arm around her waist, “I think it was just right.”

Indeed, the following few hours had passed nicely, allowing him to enjoy Mina’s good mood while it lasted and tolerate each and every one of Charlie’s silly forms of entertainment.

Eventually, though, due to the limited nature of her powers of hypnosis, the charm had worn off and when it did, he was more aggravated than ever. The occasional sounds of turmoil outside were the least of his problems compared to the personal Hell he was finding himself in within the walls of the hotel.

Mina’s social battery had worn out long before his and she had retreated to her room. He sent his shadow in to check on her every now and then, but found she was being sincere, rather than trying to sneak off again. She was tucked under the covers of her bed with a novel in her hand, only slightly changing positions every time he spied on her.

He should be relieved, but it just bothered him more that she felt she could simply excuse herself to do something as selfish as read while he was left playing the extroverted hotel manager. The least she could do was play another song to keep the rest of the staff more subdued. A song an hour was not that much to ask of her on a day like today, and yet she had retreated from everyone like a senseless wallflower.

Charlie was on the verge of hysteria, Vaggie and Husk were taking turns on who could be the most Negative Nancy, and Angel wouldn’t stop making leud inuendoes at everyone’s expense. Truly, by the time dusk had settled, the only person Alastor wasn’t ready to kill if it meant five minutes of peace and quiet was Niffty.

He decided enough was enough and as soon as the opportunity came where no one was paying attention to him, he slipped into his shadow form and left for his radio tower. If he couldn’t leave the hotel, at least he could get some work done.

____

Mina crawled out from her covers and went to her bedroom window, peering out over the city below.

The extermination was still going strong, more than 12 hours in. She let the curtain fall in disgust.

She knew she shouldn’t have excused herself when she had, but she was so mentally exhausted she just couldn’t take it anymore. It had gotten to the point where it was impossible for her to focus on anything, so she had left. When she became overwhelmed in social settings, she got pissy. And she was really trying to make an effort to not be pissy with Alastor, at least on this particular day.

Mina sighed, knowing she should probably return the favor of checking in on him. Although she had pretended not to notice, she was aware every time his shadow slunk into her room to make sure she was alright.

Either that, or he was making sure she was staying put. Her fault for getting home stupidly late this morning, once again on a job up on Earth she thought she could take care of overnight. But really, whatever Alastor suspected, did he really think she was going to leave the hotel while the extermination was still happening?

She headed out to find him and quickly found the other residents still gathered in the lobby, though it was evident Alastor wasn’t among them. Niffty hadn’t seen him either, so in preparation of finding him holed up in his own room, she grabbed him a glass of rye from the bar as a peace offering. But his room was very much empty and that left her one last logical place to look; the new radio tower he had added to the hotel. Mina left the glass on a table in the room and left.

He hadn’t invited her up there yet, so she had avoided going up there on principle but if he was really there tonight, she had to make sure he was okay.

After giving a soft knock on the door to announce her presence, Mina stepped into the room and stared in stunned silence at what she saw.

Alastor was using a laptop.

His jacket and monocle were off and his hair was pulled back into a tight knot in the back, meaning he was fulling engaged in his task and incredibly over stimulated by it. The state of his disarray meant he would be in an extra irate mood, but she had always found the distressed look on him incredibly attractive. When he let his guard down it was for her eyes, and her eyes alone, and it showed his level of trust in her. Plus, it was just plain hot.

But the shock of seeing him using such modern technology was more than enough to distract her from her lustful thoughts.

“Alastor?”

“Hmmm,” he responded, not bothering to look up from his task.

“Just making sure it’s actually you.”

“Very funny.”

He wasn’t telling her to get out, so she slowly approached him, noticing an image of the hotel on the screen of the laptop. His hand hovered over the keyboard rather than touching it and the green glow of his magic ebbed and flowed as the image shifted around.

“What are you doing up here?”

“I’m  . . . fuck,” he hissed through his strained smile and pinned his ears back. The laptop screen flickered to black for a second and when it came back on, the program he had been trying to use had clearly crashed. “I’m working on something. Someone around this Hell forsaken place should be.”

Mina put a hand on his shoulder and he tensed beneath her fingers but didn’t shrug her off.

“Can you do whatever this is downstairs? I don’t like you up here, it’s not safe right now.”

“I’m fine,” he said and this time he did push her hand off.

Mina crossed her arms and looked down at him, her tail swishing in agitation behind her.

“Al, please. You can have as much solitary confinement as you want in your room, to do whatever this is, where an angel is far less likely to break through the glass and exterminate you.”

“No one but you is annoying enough to bother me up here,” he mumbled, still not turning to look at her.

“Oh, I’m annoying now?”

“Yes, terribly so.”

“Well better annoying than dead! Not even the great Radio Demon is immune to an exterminator’s blade so you get your arrogant, narcissistic, egotistical ass downstairs unless you plan on disappearing for good this time.”

Alastor slammed the laptop shut and Mina was shocked it didn’t break in half from the force. He stood and as she blinked, he was back in his normal attire; jacket perfectly in place and hair down, though it was more frazzled than usual.

“And would that make you happy, my dear?” He sneered; eyes turned to dials as his temper began to take over. “I may be all those things and more but you have been nothing less than a cold, stubborn, secretive, hypocritic little shrew since I’ve returned.”

She glared back up at him, a solid head taller than her even if he hadn’t quite begun to morph into his full demon form.

“Sit down,” she said.

He tilted his head. “Pardon?”

“Sit,” she repeated, pointing a claw at his chair. Then after a beat she added, “Please.”

He complied and returned to his normal visage, though the upper half of his face was still stuck in a deep scowl.

Without invitation, Mina set herself in his lap and kissed him.

Alastor went rigid at first but as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself tighter against him, she felt him relax beneath her.

He began to kiss her back in earnest and she felt his hands tighten around her waist, his claws digging into the flesh of her upper thighs.

It was the first real moment of intimacy between them besides the quick kiss he had given her on the first night of his return. She parted her lips and he responded well, and as his tongue met hers she felt the vibration of a purr beginning in the back of her throat. It was undeniable at this moment how much she had missed him and how starved for his affection she was, and it caused her near physical pain to pull away when she did.

“Let me be absolutely clear,” she panted, still holding onto the sides of his face “I am still very upset. It’s taking all of my self-control not to lash out at any given second with you. But I’m also still madly, desperately in love with you, and am not about to lose you all over again. So please,” she pressed a kiss to his forehead, “get your precious, infuriating tail downstairs where I can remain angry without also having to worry for you.”

Alastor’s smile dropped into a thin line and for a moment he looked so sad. It was such a foreign expression on his face that Mina almost didn’t recognize it for what it was and then in a moment, it was gone, replaced by the wide, sharp-toothed smile she was used to.

She could tell he was trying to come up with another stinging remark, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, a bright flash of yellow light lit up the room. He turned his gaze to peer at something behind her and Mina stood and turned as well, looking out the large window at the destruction happening outside.

A horde of angels had come within a few hundred yards of the hotel and one of them was armed with some sort of light-wielding weapon and using it on a fleeing group of Sinners. Several angels broke free from their arial assault and descended on what was left of the scattering crowd, their spears glinting in the dim light, even at this distance.

How was this not blasphemous? Angelic beings straight from Heaven getting to kill in the name of their cause while she had been sent to Hell for simply doing what she had to do to survive. And what of it if she had enjoyed it? These angels were doing far worse than she ever had while she was alive, and they clearly had as much lust for violence as she did.

“Darling,” Alastor said, standing up from behind her, “I believe we were in the middle of something.”

“I know, it’s just,” Mina said, eyes still glued to the scene of carnage below them, “I hate them. So much. I just-“

Another flash of light from whatever that horrible weapon was and Mina felt Alastor grab her arm.

“Time to go,” he said and felt the familiar light weight feeling of his shadow before she was being pulled down.

They were back in his room in an instant but he was no longer beside her. Rather, she was left standing in the middle of the normal portion of the room while he had materialized a full work bench and seat in his bayou, his focus already seemingly back on his work.

Mina knew it was just an act. He was just as affected as she was, he was just better at shutting it out, but she still hated him for it in that moment. How could he keep going like this, just pretending he wasn’t in just as much pain and turmoil as she was? She wanted to scream at him, claw at him, make him beg to take her back, make him show her that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

And why couldn’t she set her own pride aside for one night? She should go to him, tell him that none of it mattered, that she forgave him as long as he was still hers, and continue on with the kiss she had given him up in his tower. He could take her and fuck her right there on the floor of his room and it would be like none of the pain of tonight or the last seven years had ever happened.

But that wouldn’t be like either of them.

Intimacy was a struggle with Alastor. He always had to be in the exact right state of mind for it to be of interest to him. Only then would he let his guard down. Only then, could he be soft and sweet with her. And as much as her body ached for that side of him, Mina’s heart was still too bruised to give him what he would need in order to fulfill both of their desires. She could do it; the moment they had shared a minute ago had proved he was still susceptible to her advances, but it would mean letting him believe she trusted him again. And that was the crux of their situation. He demanded trust from her when, right now, she had almost none to give.

With regret, Mina grabbed the whisky glass she had left on the dresser before and walked towards him, setting it beside him without a word.

As she turned away, she saw from the corner of her eye his confused glance at the glass.

“Mina,” he said her name with the same trace of regret she felt but rather than give in, she simply walked out the door and let it shut behind her.

____

The morning came and with it, the end of the extermination. It had raged well into the evening hours, but it had given Alastor the opportunity he needed to complete his task. As deplorable as he found working with this kind of technology, it needed to be done to set the next part of his plan in motion, and it was a welcome distraction from his personal problems.

He couldn’t be wrapped up in his exasperation with having to make this blasted commercial and succumb to his turmoil over the state of his marriage. He simply didn’t have the emotional capacity for all of that at once. So, he had chosen one over the other and figured he would deal with the consequences in the morning.

Thankfully, Mina had seemed to resign herself to at least being cordial in front of the other residents. If she was still smarting from his abrupt dismissal of her advances the night before, she was being classy enough to act as if all was well when they had an audience. Perhaps today would be a better day, after all.

She had easily agreed to join the others in the lobby for his presentation and as the commercial began, it quickly became evident she was the only one who appeared entertained by his efforts.

Could she tell he had purposefully done an awful job? He couldn’t be certain, but she was failing to totally suppress a grin and as she made eye contact with him, there was a kind of familiar knowing in her look.

That shared glance between them meant more to him than the rather passionate kiss she had given him the night before.

As the commercial ended, so did their moment, and he focused his attention back to where it needed to be.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, acting for all the world as if he expected Charlie and Vaggie to be pleased, which of course they weren’t.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck was that?” the loud little one began, followed by Charlie’s pathetic attempt to smooth things over. If she was really going to rule Hell and be the powerful force he would eventually need her to be, she really needed to work on her authoritative tone.

“Bad, the word you’re looking for is bad,” Vaggie interrupted.

“Funny, I was going for hilarious.”

Mina failed to stifle a chuckle and Vaggie turned her head to glare at her. “It’s not hilarious.”

Mina just raised an eyebrow at her.  

“Ugh, of course you’re on his side,” Vaggie huffed and turned her frustration back on Alastor. “It didn’t even explain anything about how we’re trying to save demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point.”

Charlie started up again and the three of them went back and forth for a minute, Alastor purposefully riling Vaggie up until she was on her feet on the couch, trying to add height to her indignation.

“You been here a week and you – both of you,” she exclaimed, pointing dramatically at Alastor and then Mina, “are supposed to be helping, and instead you’re mocking us.”

“Oh don’t drag me into this,” Mina said, crossing her arms, “I got Charlie that spot on the news and that would have been plenty helpful if she had done a decent job of it.”

“And you don’t think we find it suspicious that the news spot you got her is what supposedly got Alastor’s attention, huh? After you made such a big deal about looking for him?” Vaggie countered.

Alastor’s smile grew as he watched the tension between the women in the room grow even more.

Mina’s ears pinned themselves out to the side as she eyed the petite demon up and down.

“You don’t want to go there with me, love. Trust me.”

“You want me to trust you?!” Vaggie exclaimed, “Then get him to fix that disaster of a commercial because no one is going to want to come to a place that a powerful Overlord like him thinks is a waste of time.”

Vaggie sat back down and Alastor was just considering if the time had come to make his move when Angel raised a hand.

“What?!” Vaggie snapped.

“If in ya filming a commercial, can I suggest you take advantage of the talented celebrity you got right here?”

“Angel, you’re a porn star,” Vaggie said unimpressed and as they bantered, Alastor slithered his shadow form across the room to reappear closer to the cause of further discourse, just in time for Angel to predictably suggest that he make a sex tape with him.

“Aha! Never going to happen.”

“Will you stop hitting on my husband?” Mina said, all traces of her previous good mood gone as Vaggie and Angel unintentionally got on her last nerve.

“There’s no need to be jealous, baby,” Angel said, “You could join in. I usually charge extra for girls but if it’s in the name of helping out the hotel, I’ll give you a freebie.”

Mina growled as she stomped over to where the spider demon lay sprawled across the couch.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Angel held up all four hands in submission, “I’m just kidding around, no need to get violent.”

“I swear,” she said, a finger pointed right in his face, “come onto either of us one more time an’ I’ll cauterize every single one of those holes you use to make a livin’.”

“Jesus, Alastor, your missus is a little tense,” Angel said, brave enough to turn away from the angry feline to look up at the deer demon who was clearly enjoying the chaos. “You really haven’t fucked her since you got back, have ya?"

Before Mina could react, Alastor whisked them both away via shadow back to Charlie and Vaggie’s side of the room. Her jealousy was never sourced from an insecurity of Alastor’s faithfulness to her, but rather from feeling disrespected by anyone who would dare tread on her territory. The feeling was mutual, and they had both had their moments in the past where someone’s leud comment got the better of them, but now was not the time or place for violence.

Thankfully putting the space between her and Angel, as well as keeping a well-placed hand around her hips, created an instant calming affect the hot-headed Irish woman.

They watched together as Charlie attempted to diffuse the situation more and Angel just continued making suggestive comments, though they were at least self-deprecating now.

Then, right on cue, Charlie’s phone went off and she dismissed herself to talk to her father.

“Hey, I have question,” Angel said, finally changing the subject away from his body parts. “If freaky-face over there is so powerful, then why can’t he just make people stay here?”

“Oh, trust me,” Alastor laughed, before quickly extending his antlers, “I can.”

Before he could truly revel in the look of fear on their faces and the look of delight on Mina’s, Husker decided to put in his two cents, and it started another round of Angel’s inappropriate and pointless flirting. It only came to an end when Vaggie stepped in, making the point that Sinners were supposed to choose the hotel.

“Well whatta ‘bout her?” Angel asked, gesturing towards Mina, “can’t she just go downtown and sing one of her trippy little tunes to get people feeling like they want to be better people?”

Vaggie groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “Absolutely not. What is it about the concept of choice that you aren’t getting?”

Alastor watched with amusement as the drunkard and the self-righteous continued to clash, not failing to notice that Mina had fully calmed down and had stepped away, trying to subtly eavesdrop on Charlie’s phone call. His wife’s instincts were still sharp as ever as to what was really worth paying attention to. It impressed and excited him. As long as he couldn’t explain anything to her himself, he needed Mina to be on her toes and trying to work things out on her own.

Lucifer must have finally wrapped things up – honestly how long did it take to ask a simple favor – because Charlie had pulled Vaggie aside, then quickly bounded out of the hotel and down the street, as Mina curiously watched the whole scene unfold.

It was time for the real fun of the day to begin.

____

Once they were done filming the commercial and were waiting for Charlie’s return, Mina took the opportunity to talk in private with Vaggie.

“Alastor made a deal with you, didn’t he?” she asked, cutting to the chase.

“Wait, you didn’t know?” Vaggie asked.

Mina knew he had purposefully done an awful job with the original commercial he created. He didn’t take the hotel any more seriously than she did, but he was a showman at heart and would have easily been able to come up with something more convincing than that if he had actually been trying.

She could tell immediately he was toying with them, drawing Charlie in with the idea of the commercial, but then not fully delivering until he got something in return. Then suddenly he and Vaggie returned to the lobby and the plan was a go.

So Mina ignored Vaggie’s question, not liking the implication that Alastor hadn’t let her in on his plan. True, he was hiding a lot from her, but this just all felt so painfully obvious, she didn’t feel the need to be clued in beforehand.

“What were the terms of the deal?”

“Well, that’s the weird part,” Vaggie said, “it wasn’t a big deal. He just said he would help film a decent commercial if I promised to not make him do any TV related stuff in the future.”

“Huh,” Mina said, already forming theories in her head and turned to walk away.

“Wait,” Vaggie stopped her, “you don’t think it’s more than that, right?”

Mina paused, knowing she was at a crossroads. She could do things Alastor’s way and dismiss Vaggie’s concern and pretend nothing was wrong. But Vaggie was likely too smart for that, and it would ultimately cause more distrust between them. The other option was to display just enough honesty to make it appear Mina really was on her side. If Alastor was being even a little honest with Mina, then it was true he needed to gain Charlie’s trust to get along with whatever plan of his he was concocting. And Mina seemed to have figured out before Alastor had that Vaggie was the real path to gaining Charlie’s trust.

Mina made a show of sighing and looking defeated.

“Vaggie, look, you’re a smart girl. And despite you clearly having a problem with me since day one, I respect you. So, I’ll be honest with you. I really don’t know what Alastor’s planning, but I do know him. And he never makes a simple deal, there’s always a catch. It’s either going to benefit himself more than he’s letting on or it’s going to hurt you more than he’s letting on. Sometimes both.” Mina put a hand on Vaggie’s shoulder and did her very best to look concerned. “Just promise me, if he tries making another one, you’ll tell me about it before you agree to anything, okay?”

“Okay,” Vaggie agreed, “And hey, I know things got a little tense before . . . I guess I shouldn’t have tried accusing you-“

“It’s fine,” Mina smiled, “water under the bridge.”

Later, even when they had a moment alone, she didn’t confront him about the deal. It almost certainly had something to do with Vox. Either he was using the deal to protect the hotel from Vox’s reach or he would use the deal in the future so that Vaggie couldn’t force him to get involved if Vox were to ever jeopardize the hotel in a way Alastor thought he could benefit from.

Mina decided it was best for now to sit with her theories as a test to see how well she could predict Alastor’s next moves. She surprised herself when she realized she still trusted him with her safety; because no matter what the intentions of his little deal with Vaggie were, she knew it wouldn’t bring any harm to herself.  

As they came down the staircase into the lobby together, Alastor burst her little bubble.

“You know about the deal, don’t you?” he whispered.

Mina just smiled.

“I see your need for attention can still win out over your need for secrecy.”

He huffed. “I wasn’t keeping the deal a secret; I’m just surprised you haven’t asked me about it.”

“Hmm,” she shrugged, “I guess I didn’t find it that interesting.”

That clearly was a blow to his ego, and he sulked in silence the rest of the way into the lobby, choosing a solitary chair rather than being close to her.

Charlie arrived home and Vaggie pulled her to join them in front of the television set. The commercial began to air when an emergency broadcast cut it short.

Mina sat in shock as Katie Killjoy announced the coming arrival of the next extermination.

Just six months away? They were cutting the time between their slaughter in half?

The other residents were just as outraged as her.

Everyone except Charlie and Alastor.

Rather than continuing to watch the TV screen, Mina studied their faces and came to the sinking realization they both already knew about this.

She quickly worked out Charlie must have just found out at the meeting with the angels she had been at all day but Alastor?

How the fuck did he know?

Next Chapter ->

[birdiewriteslit]

“driving me crazy”

eddie roundtree x fem!reader

you and eddie have never gotten along. is it because you hate each other, or is it because you’re both to proud to admit something?

enemies to lovers😏😏 also idk how long this is bc tumblr doesn’t have a word count smh but it is longer than my other stuff

warning: making out at the end (spoiler lol), suggestive

part 2

EDDIE: Y/n, man. That woman is no joke. We hated each other, at least for a while.

Y/N: He was always such an ass to me. Eddie, I mean. I really hated him. (pause) Until I didn’t.

The burning hatred Eddie felt for you started the day you auditioned for the band. Chuck had just left for school, and Eddie wanted to move from rhythm guitar to bass.

Like always, Billy shut down his request and decided to let people audition for the position. In his words, he wanted someone to “earn it.”

Eddie was already irritated from seeing Billy act like the previous performances were better than what he could do, so you can imagine how he felt when one actually was.

The last audition of the day. You strode up the driveway, big sunglasses over your eyes, sporting jeans and a tight tank top, but definitely not a smile.

Eddie just knew. There was no way he was getting that spot. Your playing didn’t even shock him. Of course, it was fantastic. Just great.

After that, it was all cold stares and angry glares. He wanted to make it very clear that he didn’t like you. He made a considerable effort to stay out of your way. He wouldn’t speak to you, look at you, or even think about you. Well, he tried very hard not to.

One night, a few weeks after your admission, you fell into step with him as he walked home after a rehearsal that ran long. He was moderately surprised by this and figured you would go away if he just ignored you.

You didn’t. You pulled out a cigarette and placed it between your lips. “Have a light?” you asked.

He furrowed his brows, trying to figure out what you were doing. After a moment, he nodded, pulled out his lighter, and lit your cigarette.

“Thanks,” you said. “So, is there any reason why you hate being around me?”

He was so taken aback that he stopped walking. “Sorry?”

You looked at him from over your sunglasses. It made him sort of angry that you were wearing them at nine p.m. when it was pitch black.

“You gonna answer the question?”

“Yes, there are many reasons.” Bullshit. There was only one and, honestly, it wasn’t a very solid one.

You said nothing and walked back up to him, removing the cigarette from your mouth and putting it out on his denim jacket, burning the material.

Eddie was more bewildered than mad when you pushed the glasses to the top of your head and smiled at him like you’d just done him a very nice favor. He never noticed your eye color before then, or how it looked in the moonlight.

“By the way, that jacket really reminds me of Billy.”

Okay, now he knew he was mad. He struggled to come up with a comeback and just moved his mouth in a stupid way that made you laugh when you left him standing there.

EDDIE: She knew exactly what she was doing. She’s always been good at that, making me mad on purpose.

Y/N: It was really funny. He doesn’t think so, but I was laughing about that for days.

The two of you continued throwing insults at each other for the months leading up to LA. Eddie’s favorite thing to do was comment on every mistake you made, much to everyone’s dismay.

He was just jealous of your abilities and, deep down, he admired them. You always knew just what to say back to him, adding unnecessary fuel to the fire.

More than once Billy had to yell at you to stop fighting. You both would resort to sending each other hateful looks and crude hand gestures for the rest of practice.

Driving to California was the real hell. Being cooped up in that van with Eddie for that long made you restless.

If it weren’t for Camila holding you back, there would’ve been several times where you launched yourself at him.

It was so nice to have another girl around. Camila was a good mediator for the two of you. You missed that when you went on tour.

Karen also knew how to break up a fight, but sometimes she would let you hash it out for the fun of it. Not like you minded, she probably knew how much fun you had while messing with Eddie.

Soon enough, things went downhill. Camila had the baby, which was good. Julia was such a sweet baby. Billy went to rehab, which was also good, for him and his family, but bad for the band.

The tour was canceled. A lot of money was lost. It was not a very fun time.

You sympathized with Billy. He had been going through a lot, and you understood how hard it was for somebody to recover from that level of drug abuse. Addiction was a gene that seemed to run in your family, with your mother being absent for most of your life and your father having to pick up the pieces.

Billy and Camila were the only people who knew about it. You didn’t think the others needed to know when none of them could relate to your situation.

Eddie didn’t understand. He went on and on about how bad of a guy Billy was. It made you furious the way he implied that Camila should leave him.

The rest of your fights were petty compared to the one you had on the day Billy got out of rehab. Eddie started complaining about Billy’s nerve or something along those lines. You flipped out. You told him he had no idea what he was talking about and stormed out of the room.

That shut him up. He stared blankly at the door you just walked out of and thanked God that it had only been the two of you in the room before.

He was relieved that no one else heard what he said because realized he was being childish. Even though he hated Billy he should still be proud of what he overcame.

He rushed out of the room to find you locked in the bathroom. He knocked once, twice, three times before a sharp, “What?” came from the other side of the door.

“Y/n, come out and let me talk to you.”

He heard your muffled scoff. “You’ve said enough.”

“I want to apologize.”

He couldn’t see it, but your eyebrows rose involuntarily. You undid the lock and opened the door. Your arms were folded over your chest as you nodded at him. “Keep going.”

“I’m sorry I said all that crap about Billy. It’s been a rough time for him. For all of us,” he said, sounding genuine.

This was shocking to you. He had never apologized to you for anything he said, even if it happened to be cruel and borderline disrespectful. He had this vulnerable look on his face that made you feel like you could tell him things.

“I’m not just upset about Billy,” you admitted. “This whole thing just reminds me of my life growing up. You don’t know this about me, but my mom was not the best at, well, being a mom. Unlike Billy, family wasn’t enough to pull her out.”

You weren’t sure what he was going to say. Then, he said nothing and pulled you close to his chest. His arms were around your shoulders, and you hesitated to hug him back.

He smelled of pine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from inhaling his scent. You stayed like that for a few minutes, until you heard the front door open and sprang apart.

Warren and Graham announced their arrival, and Eddie cleared his throat before joining them in the kitchen. Now it was you who stood alone in bewilderment.

EDDIE: This girl that hated me was trusting me with something, and I didn’t even know why. That was the first time I saw her for the woman she was, and not for the competition she used to be. As it turns out, I didn’t really hate that woman.

After that debacle, things were kind of weird between you and Eddie. He would still act like a dick, but in a different way.

Instead of, “Wow, could you be any worse at this?” he would say, “Wow, could you look any hotter right now?” He used the same douchebag tone for each, but his comments became flirtatious as time went on.

You usually had a witty retort to fire back at him, but there were some times that his words left you flustered and unable to think properly.

Karen noticed this first, giving you a questioning look from the other side of the studio. You waved her off and rolled your eyes at the thought of Eddie seriously flirting with you.

Warren and Graham caught on next, teasing him about it whenever they got the chance. He denied all allegations of being into you.

You refused to acknowledge Camila’s allegations either. The dynamic you shared with him now was different, but you kind of liked it. You would never admit it though, wanting to keep up the illusion that you still hated his guts.

Eddie walked into the kitchen and grabbed a muffin from the table you sat at. “Morning, smokeshow.” He smirked as he looked back at you from over his shoulder while crossing the room to the fridge.

“Shut up, Eddie,” you said with a mouth full of cereal. Shamefully, you felt heat climb into your cheeks.

He snickered as he sat down across from you. “Really? That’s all you got?”

You swallowed your food and glared at him. “Give me a break. It’s eight in the morning.”

He gave you his signature smile before flipping through the magazine on the table. Karen walked into the kitchen and sent you a knowing look once she saw you and Eddie being civil.

She made her own breakfast, and took Eddie’s seat when he left. “So, anything interesting happen recently?”

“Besides having a hit single, not much. I do really like that Daisy girl, though.”

Karen stared at you blankly. “You know what I’m talking about.”

You placed your fingers to your temples and closed your eyes. “I sense something brewing between Karen Karen and Graham the Man. Nothing else between any other band members, so it would be pointless to ask.”

She laughed. “I sense nothing of the sort. I’m letting Camila deal with you. I just can’t anymore.”

Y/N: Looking back on it, we were pretty insufferable.

With Billy and Daisy writing songs by themselves, you and the others had some time to kill. Karen and Graham were off at the beach while you hung back with Warren and Eddie.

They really loved Rollerball. Either that or they were really high. You were willing to bet on the latter.

By the third showing, you didn’t fail to notice how close Eddie had gotten to you. His arm brushed against yours, and he leaned his head close to yours.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, moving away from him and bringing your arm off of the armrest.

He frowned and folded his arms over his chest. Both of you knew something just happened, but refused to acknowledge it. The tension in the air was thick.

Once back at the house, you went to your room immediately. You planned on calling Camila and bothering her with questions about what all these shenanigans with Eddie mean.

What you didn’t expect was Eddie following you into your room and closing the door behind him.

You glanced up from the phone. “What are you doing? Get out, I’m busy.”

The phone rang twice before Camila picked up. “What are we?” Eddie asked. You hung up before she could get a word out.

“What are you talking about?”

He looked more annoyed than he did angry, but the tone of his voice suggested otherwise. “Well, one second you’re rubbing up against me in a movie theater and the other you’re acting all pissed about it.”

You physically cringed. “‘Rubbing up against you?’ That is not what happened.”

“Then what about all those times you tell me I’m hot, huh?”

“You’re the one who initiates that!” you said exasperatedly. “All I do is respond. If you’re trying to insinuate that I flirt with you, then that’s all you.”

He marched up to you until he was mere feet away. “You’re so hot and cold that it drives me insane. Do you want me or not?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Pretty bold of you to assume I would want you.”

He made a wild gesture with his hands and ran one over his face. “You’re exhausting. You make me so mad, and I hate that I like you.”

“Shut up, you don’t like me. We hate each other.”

“Oh, my God, you don’t get it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “I think about you. All the time. When I see a stupid joke in a magazine, I think of you. When I hear a John Denver song, I think of you. You drive me fucking crazy, Y/n! People who hate each other don’t think about each other like this, don’t act like this. I like you, for God’s sake.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You listen to John Denver?”

“That’s all you have to say?” He tried sounding angry but he was laughing too.

“I thought you were a rockstar.” You mocked him by holding up two ‘rock on’ hand signs.

“You don’t even care about the sentiment.” He rolled his eyes.

“Be quiet.” You were smiling when you kissed him, cupping his face while his arms snaked around your back.

You tangled both hands in his hair as he deepened the kiss by tilting his head and letting his tongue enter your mouth.

Your fingers messed up his hair before moving down to tug on his shirt collar, pulling him impossibly close.

He tapped your thigh and pulled his lips from yours to whisper, “Jump.”

You complied. He held onto your back with one hand as the other gripped your thigh while your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your hands came back up to rake through his hair, tugging it softly. He continued kissing you feverishly as he made his way to your bed. He almost dropped you when he lowered your body to it.

He climbed onto the bed and hovered over you, kissing down your neck while you gripped his shirt.

“It’s quiet,” Karen said, sitting on the couch, no longer hearing the near screaming match happening in your bedroom.

“Too quiet,” Graham agreed. Warren stood up and pressed his ear to the door, his mouth dropping open.

“Guys, I think they’re boning in there.”

“Warren, please refrain from saying ‘boning.’”

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

A Weight Off Your Shoulders ║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

| A WEIGHT OFF YOUR SHOULDERS | part of the A Weight Off Your Shoulders collection ║ series masterlist ║ main masterlist ║ | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x plus sized!fem!neighbor

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 7.0k | CONTENT: age gap (Joel mid 40s, neighbor late 20s), cheating, negative body image, negative self-talk, discussions of body image struggles, the savagery of puberty, but mostly just indulgent pussy worship lmao, etc.

| SYNOPSIS: [AU no outbreak] After finding out your fiance was cheating on you with the younger, skinnier intern at his work, you pack up and head home to Texas where you meet your friendly DILF neighbor Joel. He doesn’t seem to mind your fuller physique, but you’re still plagued with insecurities that have followed you for most of your life. Can he make you forget about all that for just a moment or will you stay wracked with self-conscious, negative thoughts? Spoiler: We all know Joel is a smooth talker and is down to do whatever it takes to convince you that you’re perfect just the way you are.

✧this is the first installment of a oneshot collection✧ ✧◦◦║ Part 2 ║ Part 3 ║ Part 4 ║ Part 5 ║ Part 6 ║◦◦✧

The moving van’s AC went out about 75 miles ago, and you can’t bother getting too upset about it. It goes right along with the absolute dogshit spectacle your life has become. The sweat trickles down your back as you keep your eyes focused on the road. The GPS says it’s not too much longer. Your ass is sore from sitting and driving all day, for the past three days. 

It should’ve been two at most - more like one and a half at even a leisurely pace - but the engine had started smoking and making an awful clicking sound somewhere in between Colorado and Oklahoma. You waited 6 hours for the moving truck company to meet you and switch out vehicles. At least the van hadn’t gone up in flames and destroyed all your messily packed cardboard boxes.

The string of down-on-your-luck events provided you with some sort of distraction from the reason you were cooped up in this incinerator of a vehicle and heading home to Texas where your parents still lived, a far cry from the life you had carved out with your fiance - ex-fiance, you correct yourself – in Colorado. 

Ah, yes. Mike. Michael, you think to yourself bitterly. He always hated whenever anyone used his full name instead of his nickname. You were at that level of petty, insulting him in any way that you could. You knew you’d never get close to matching his efforts at hurting you, though.

It had been a great relationship for the first few years. You had met him at his job where you were logging unpaid internship hours so you’d have something to put on your resume when you graduated with your finance degree. Math and economics had always been easy and interesting to you, although it didn’t make you very popular at parties. 

Mike– No, MICHAEL, had been sweet and teased you about how you were “too cute” to be an accountant. You had thought to yourself on numerous occasions that accountants could really use a PR overhaul. Most of your coworkers were nerdy introverts with a dark sense of humor and a penchant for getting ripshit wasted after The Hellfire Summit was over. (That’s what you all called Tax Day.)

But you weren’t “too cute” to be an accountant. Too cute for Michael, maybe, but definitely not some knockout. You had always been on the heavier side starting in middle school. You were vertically challenged, which meant there was a lot less real estate for any additional poundage you racked up through puberty. Your mom had done her best to not give you a complex, but you weren’t stupid and it wasn’t hard to figure out why she was so insistent on you being in sports throughout most of the year. You had taken to soccer pretty quickly, and the endless running kept your weight from climbing into absolute fat pig territory. Not that you didn’t think of yourself that way regardless.

While all your other teammates cried about their boobs not growing - something you had absolutely no way of relating to - you cursed the puberty gods for not giving you a growth spurt of 6” so you could be tall and lean like your friends. By the time college rolled around, you just stuck to running as a stress reliever, but it wasn’t the same level of activity that had kept you smaller throughout high school. The bathtub jungle juice frat parties and 2 am pizza slices didn’t really help matters, either. You put on a respectable “freshman 8,” but your hips and ass delivered it as more of a “freshman 23.”

Michael always talked about how he liked “somebody that didn’t just order a salad,” whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. You didn’t pay it much mind, though, when your sex life was pretty good together. He made you come more than other guys you’d been with, but it wasn’t hard to exceed expectations when the bar was so low it was in hell. And yet, Michael had found a way to sink it down ever farther.

You should’ve seen it coming. In hindsight it was so painfully obvious that something had changed for the worse. You had chalked it up to him getting nerves after FINALLY proposing to you. You were so happy when he finally asked you to marry him. Even his 15 year old son from a previous relationship had made a remark about his dad “finally growing some balls” and proposing.

A wash of sadness rolled over you at the thought of Ethan. He was such a good kid, and you had become attached to him after being with Michael for so many years. You’d moved in together, and Ethan thoughtfully cleared off a shelf of his video game things so that you’d have a nice spot in the living room for some of your DVDs and books. How on earth that was the child of the piece of shit cheating scumbag Michael was beyond you. Ethan must have taken after his mother more than you previously knew.

Michael had been married before and had Ethan with his ex-wife Patty. They had just “grown apart” as he’d put it. They got together when they were young, and it wasn’t until his 38th birthday party that he realized they just weren’t meant for each other anymore. 

You’d been upset at first to learn that Michael had started seeing you before he had “made it official” with Patty that things were over. You weren’t into the idea of being the other woman, and you didn’t blame Patty for hating your guts. Of course she would assume that you knew they were still married and that they had a young son together. You were the homewrecker whore, and it was humiliating to tag along to family events where Patty and some of their mutual friends gave you a not-so-subtle stink eye.

The friends that did readily accept you weren’t exactly top of the line human beings. Luke had clapped you on the back once after having three too many beers and cackled about how he knew Michael wasn’t crazy for switching things up and breaking things off with Patty “for you.” When you shrugged his sloppy hand off your shoulder and asked what the fuck he was on about, his shit eating grin was the icing on the cake when he slurred, “Well’ya knowwwwww what’hey say, dontcha?” You shook your head, nonplussed and not really interested in learning “what they say.” He giggled and leaned in close when he revealed that “gotta be takin’ care’uhhh him ‘cause they say thah big girls give’thuh bes head ‘cuz they’re al-huways hungry.”

Trevor had intervened before you slammed your mojito into Luke’s Neanderthal brain. “Hey man, fuck off. Don’t  be saying shit like that. Fuckin’ rude, dude.” Luke had made a fuss about how he was “jusss jok-eeen,” but Trevor wasn’t having it. “Whatever, man. Everybody knows you don’t go around talking about girl’s bodies, you fucking idiot. And you’re watching too much porn if you think she’s fat. She’s normal, man. Real women aren’t walking around like stick figures with tits and ass glued on.”

You groaned while Luke howled with laughter at Trevor’s defense of you. Calling you fat was somehow worse than big girl. Luke hadn’t said fat. Trevor hadn’t either, but his off the cuff remark that clarified what “type of big” you obviously were only drove home the idea that you took up too much space, one way or another.

Michael had taken a while to propose, and he always claimed that, while he loved you with his whole entire heart, he was nervous about getting married a second time. He started getting snippier with you and not wanting to have sex as often. His job was stressful, and he had been working tons of overtime to help pay for his part of the wedding. Thank god you kept your finances separate and never actually did walk down that aisle.

His late nights at the office were verified by his bigger paychecks, and you didn’t have a reason to be suspicious. You did think it was a little strange when he started getting up early to go to the gym so he’d “look nice for the wedding.” But hey, what a breath of fresh air, right? A man being the one concerned about how he was going to look in his wedding photos? Hitting the gym at an ungodly hour just to shed a few pounds? It was kinda like some weird form of feminist allyship, subverting societal body expectations. Right?

When you popped in to surprise him with a late dinner at work one night - you still had your keycard from your unpaid internship that nobody had remembered to disable – you found him balls deep in the tiny little blonde you later learned was the daughter of some higher up in the company that was “following in his footsteps at the company with an internship.”

Michael was such an uncreative asshole that he couldn’t even come up with a different meetcute for the leggy, fit blowup doll he’d replaced you with. At first you were enraged, but that quickly dissolved into despair. You were supposed to be getting married in 8 months. He was supposed to be the love of your life. You had wasted your 20s on this piece of shit, waiting around like a moron for him to decide he wanted to spend his life with you. 

So here you were, sweating your ass off, moving your shit several states away, and starting at square one. The dark, moody sky made you roll your eyes. You figuratively and literally had a little black cloud over your head that followed you everywhere. If the impending bad turn of weather could just hold off for a little bit, you could get your “FIRST NIGHT IN NEW PLACE” box unpacked and inside unscathed.

Of course it started pouring buckets about 5 minutes after you’d parked the van in the driveway of your rental. Your new home. Where you lived by yourself. Alone. That’s all you were now. Alone. You dragged in your soggy cardboard box of necessities, only unpacking your phone charger before plopping down on the bare mattress your parents had been nice enough to drop off before your arrival.

You spend the first night at your place crying yourself to sleep.

Texas had gotten hotter since you’d left. No way was it always this hot. You used to play outdoor sports here, for chrissakes. There was no way on earth it had always been the same temperature as Satan’s ballsack in a pair of wool underwear. Maybe it’s hotter because you’re fatter than before your inner voice suggested. You were drenched in sweat by the time 11am rolled around and you’d finished unpacking your small collection of belongings. You never realized how much of your Colorado apartment was mainly Michael’s stuff until you had to clear all your shit out for the move. Humble beginnings, I guess you think to yourself.

Your tank top stuck to your drenched back, and your thighs were slightly chaffed from the hard rub of denim over and over while you moved in. Your stupid, fat thighs and the stupid, fat chubrub they gave you. That unfortunately was something that hadn’t changed about Texas. You always carried your weight in your hips and butt, and your thighs came to join the party shortly thereafter. You had gained a few pounds after dating Michael for a year or so, settling into that comfortable couple space where you sometimes go for donuts when you know you shouldn’t or indulge in breweries too many weekends in a row. 

You were fat and happy together, though. Now you were just fat and sad all by yourself.

You stared at the lawnmower and imagined it bursting into a ball of flames. Your landlord had agreed to knock $100 off your rent if you mowed the lawn once a month. It was a no brainer, even if you had never mowed a lawn before. How hard could it be? Turns out, very.

You gave yourself a pep talk through figuring out how to put the gas into the stupid thing, but it had petered out into an irritated chant of “you piece of shit” and “fucking work, goddamit” when you couldn’t get it to start. You’d pulled and pulled and PULLED the stupid chord, but it wouldn’t start up. You wanted nothing more than to finish your chore and head inside before it got way too hot. You’d planned on already being finished by now. Michael had always made quick work of it, and if that room temperature IQ fuckwit could figure this out then so could you. Maybe.

When you pulled back again and nothing happened, something sort of cave woman happened in your brain, and you started kicking the mower in a fit of frustration. “FUCKING-PIECE-OF-SHIT!” you yell, accentuating each kick to the machine with a malice-laden word. When you propped your hands on your hips and took a step back to really give it a good, solid glare, you saw a man the next house over watching you with an amused look at the edge of his property.

“Need some help?” he called out, his smile growing.

“EVERYTHING’S GOING REAL FUCKING GOOD OVER HERE, BUT THANKS FOR THE OFFER,” you quip with way more acidity than this man deserved.

He took your stinging remark in stride and just smirked more. If he wasn’t so good looking you probably would’ve yelled at him for real. You needed a break and didn’t really care for your handsome neighbor to watch you fail at life, so you wordlessly stomped inside and plopped down with a bottle of water in hand. Was it too early for this water to turn into a beer? 11 am. Damn. You were pretty low these days, but you weren’t sure you wanted to take a trip down “drinking by yourself before noon” lane.

You sigh and play with the bottle cap as you try to ignore your growing embarrassment of being so rude to your hot neighbor. The sound of a lawn mower finally registers in your brain, and you scramble to the window to confirm your suspicions. Yep, there was your fine as fuck neighbor pushing your broken lawnmower around your backyard. It was definitely broken. He must have fixed it. It definitely wasn’t that you were entirely clueless about all this.

You groan and muster up some resolve before heading back outside. You wave at the absolute DILF-iest of DILFs you’ve ever seen in your life to get his attention. As though he was expecting you, he calmly turns off the engine and jerks his head up once in your direction.

“What are you doing?” you blurt out.

There’s that smile again. Damn, he must practice that in the mirror because holy shit it is very hard to think right now with him looking at you with it.

“Bein’ friendly to my new sailor-mouthed neighbor,” he drawled casually.

Goddamit. His voice was smooth and deep up close. And his hair, oh my god his hair. Peppery brown and slightly disheveled and wavy in all the right spots. And his eyes? Those puppy dog brown eyes that you thought just gave you a quick once over? You were kicking yourself for not being nicer earlier.

“Look, you don’t have to–”

“Name’s Joel Miller. What’s yours, sweetheart? And tell me quick, ‘cause I really think it might turn into Popeye if you don’t give me an alternative,” he teased.

Popeye? What on earth– Oh. Christ almighty. Right. Popeye. The “sailor man.” Because you have a “sailor mouth.” Okay, now the DILF was knocking out some dad jokes? You needed to find the box you’d packed your vibrator in that plugs into the wall after this little interaction.

“Kinda wanna tell you that you can call me whatever you want if you’ll just teach me how to turn that stupid thing on,” you say, motioning toward the traitor of a lawn mower.

“Hm, anything I want, huh? Temptin’. Maybe next time I’ll give ya a 101, but lemme just finish this up right quick.” Without giving you the chance to argue, he ripped the chord with a salivating flex of his bicep and resumed his task.

You awkwardly walked back up to your porch and tried to busy yourself with something. You didn’t want to go back inside and wait for him to finish. That’d be rude, him out in the sun doing your chores while you cooled off in the AC inside. You gave enough “lazy slob” vibes as it was. Luckily it didn’t take him much time at all to finish, and his sweaty brow was very distracting as he clambered up your steps. You had to keep your jaw shut when he pulled up the hem of his shirt to wipe it across his forehead, revealing a respectably toned middle. He was fitter than you by far. Not that that was a hard feat.

This DILF to end all DILFs had a toned body that shouldn’t have been such a surprise to you after seeing his muscular arms as they maneuvered the lawn mower. You suddenly felt self-conscious in your tank top and denim shorts. You were sure you were bulging out all over the place and looked like a sweaty pig. You hated how easy it was these days to get down on yourself, but seeing the blonde bombshell Michael had traded you for was all you could compare yourself to. The phrase “you can’t compete where you don’t compare” turned over and over in your head.

“See? Easy. Now about that name…” he trailed off, smiling now with a mischievous, friendly look.

“Oh. Yeah, um. Roxanne. But Roxy is fine,” you say.

Joel tilted his head as though he was considering how your name stacked up to how you looked, to see if it fit you or not. Heat crept up your cheeks under his gaze, and a fresh wave of insecurity engulfed you.

“Pretty,” he remarked.

“Huh?” you ask, sounding dumber by the minute.

Joel just keeps smiling at you, no matter how braindead you sound. “I said pretty. Your name’s pretty. Fits you,” he said.

You really wanted to believe this man was flirting with you, but it was wishful thinking.

“Hmm. Th-thanks. Um. Do you want money or?” you clumsily offer. You didn’t want to send him off empty handed after he just did you such a big favor.

“Two beers,” he posed.

You went inside and grabbed two cold beers from the fridge and loped back outside, extending them to Joel. He opened them both and made himself comfortable in one of your patio chairs. He set the second bottle on the arm of the chair next to him and pulled a long swig from his bottle. You watched the bob of his adams apple as he swallowed, and you knew your panties were gonna be absolutely wrecked by the time you finished your beer.

“Thanks.”

“Cheers.” He tipped his bottle towards you and leaned back, comfortable as ever as if this was his porch and not yours. “Didn’t see ya movin’ in. Musta been in the middle of the night to unpack a whole house without anybody knowin’.”

“Eh, not hard to move when you’ve got less than 20 boxes of shit,” you shrug.

Joel’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion. He clearly hadn’t been thinking you’d come into your new place with bare bones belongings. Someone your age would have at least a few pieces of bigger furniture and a couple of boxes of niche hobbies.

“Rest of it comin’ later, or…?”

“Nope. That’s it. Just me and my less than 20 boxes and a piece of shit lawnmower.”

Joel chuckled, and you found yourself giving him a small, shy smile.

“So you the neighborhood watch captain? Keep tabs on all the fresh meat?”

He laughed like heading up a community group was as likely for him as you figuring out that lawn mower by yourself.

“No quite. Just didn’t realize I had a new neighbor, is all. No car in the driveway. House has been up for rent for a few months,” he explained.

“Oh, yeah. I had a moving van, but I had to turn it back in to them a few days ago unless I wanted to pay for more days. They gave me a ride back. My parents are supposed to let me use one of their cars.”

You and Joel chatted back and forth about the neighborhood, how you’d grown up here and were now back - although you dutifully omitted the reason why - and what you did for work. When he told you he worked in construction with his brother in their small family business, it made a lot of sense. No wonder he was so toned.

Joel actually laughed when you told him you were an accountant. He didn’t believe you at first. When you started citing federal tax law addendums, he held his hands up in mock surrender. You laughed at his teasing. It felt nice to just interact with somebody without having to talk about your recent breakup and all the hard changes you’d been navigating.

“Should make you the poster girl for accountants because damn if I don’t imagine a blue haired lady sportin’ a big pink cardigan and goofy lookin’ glasses whenever I hear the word ‘accountant.’ You’d be the perfect brand image overhaul, sweetheart.” He chuckled, and you did your best to not think about how Michael had once told you that you were “too cute to be an accountant.”

“So, you got an accountant helping with your family business? Or are you just cookin’ the books?” you joke.

Joel rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. “Nah, we got some somebody at H&R whatever, but the bigger we get the more it seems they wanna charge. Lots of confusin’ shit with all kinds of tax laws. Wouldn’t know if we were gettin’ ripped off by ‘em, if I’m bein’ honest.”

You weren’t sure why you offered. Maybe because he had been kind enough to offer you help and then mow your lawn for you even though you had been an ass. Regardless, you offered to look over some documents and paperwork if he really wanted another set of eyes on it. You dismissed him with the wave of a hand when he started talking about paying you for it.

“Two beers is my rate, Joel,” you say with feigned solemnity.

“Two beers? You drive a hard bargain, sweetheart. I know you’re worth it, though. You free this weekend? Saturday mornin’?”

And that’s how you ended up with plans to help Joel go over his company’s financial information in two days time when Saturday rolled around.

Joel was singing your praises when you’d already found two instances where they could save some money by changing a few boxes on their taxes and getting things more streamlined with a different organization method for W2’s. You had applied for a few jobs in the area, but most of your pending applications were for virtual jobs that you could work from home. It was good to keep up practice in the meantime.

Joel made you lunch - a nice turkey sandwich with cheddar cheese. He’d mistakenly offered provolone, which you’d chosen, only to find that he had run out and could only offer cheddar instead. You teased him about being an awful host, but really you were glad to not have your favorite cheese on the sandwich because it would help you not eat as fast in front of him. 

You hated feeling like this. You’d spent so many years of puberty pacing your bites with those around you, afraid to eat faster than everyone else. Nobody even gave a shit. You were just so terrified of being humiliated for being the plus sized girl who got that way in the first place because she inhales her food.

“You always eat like a baby bird?” Joel questioned through a large bite of his own sandwich.

“Only when I’m trying to concentrate on taxes and finances,” you lied with a fake giggle. You felt like Joel clocked your put-on nonchalance, but he thankfully didn’t say anything even if he had.

You tugged at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it away from your stomach. You caught Joel watching you do this, but again, he didn’t comment.

He did, however, raise a brow when you insisted you were “too full” to finish the entire sandwich. He played it off with a “damn, you really wanted provolone, huh?” You stuck your tongue out at him but dropped the playful demeanor the second he took the plates to the kitchen. Of course you were still hungry, but you weren’t going to gorge yourself in front of your super attractive neighbor. It wouldn’t kill you to cut a few calories here and there anyway, that familiar voice in your head points out.

Stupid, fat thighs the voice adds quickly, helpful as always.

You’re quick to adopt a smile when Joel comes back, but you aren’t sure you were quick enough for him to have missed the sad, fat, and alone girl’s real expression before flipping the switch.

It’s Saturday number two of your pro bono accounting skills. Well, it was actually a Thursday since Joel had some construction something or other this Saturday, but every day was a weekend when you were unemployed. 

You had already hung out with Joel three times this past week and shared a few celebratory beers over your work from home job offer that you’d accepted and would be starting next week. Conversation came easy with Joel. He talked about his daughter, who was away at school for the semester, and you realized he must feel very lonely without her home. At least you could relate to him on that level.

You tell him the reason for your move back to your home town. He actually seemed genuinely pissed off when you told him Michael was cheating on you with a pretty little blonde thing and had been for months. You scoffed when Joel said it was Michael’s loss to have fumbled a girl like you.

“Hey,” he asserted, making you pause from the sip of beer you were about to have. “I’m serious. He’s a dumbass for havin’ let you slip through his fingers. You’re funny and smart and got a good head on your shoulders. Sure, you can’t figure out a lawn mower, but we can’t all be perfect.” His goofy grin was a sweet little addition to his playful teasing.

Maybe it was the beer talking, but you couldn’t hold back. “Yeah, well. There’s something you left out of that list there, and it’s probably the reason he did cheat on me.”

Joel shook his head in confusion. He wasn’t sure what he had left out.

You laughed hollowly to yourself, swirling your beer mindlessly as you spoke. “Funny. Smart. Good head on my shoulders. But not pretty, right? Not attractive. Not skinny enough.”

Joel’s expression shifted into something sympathetic and warm, and you hated yourself for having just let that word vomit happen. 

“To be honest, sweetheart, I didn’t wanna say anythin’ that might make you uncomfortable. But I can give you a list a mile long with all the things that are beautiful about you. Inside and out.”

You flush at his appeal to your assets, but you know he’s just being nice. You were pathetic. You were going through a breakup from a relationship that had ended because your fiance was shoving his dick into his coworker. Of course Joel was going to try to boost your self-esteem and give you compliments.

When you didn’t respond, Joel placed his large, warm hand over yours. You looked at it and up to him. He grazed his other hand, a ghost of a curve against your cheek, like he wanted nothing more than to stroke your face and cradle your neck while he drew you into a long kiss and grabbed at your—

No. No he wasn’t. He was just being nice.

“I mean it. That prick is gonna look back and regret losin’ you.”

You wished you could believe him.

When Joel brought you a turkey sandwich for lunch on your second day of helping him, he made sure to point out the provolone. “Got it special for my girl, huh?”

Your tummy flipped at the way he called you his girl, but it was just another one of his terms of endearment that he probably used with everyone. He’d called you angel, sugar, honey, sweetheart, and even Popeye a couple of times. It didn’t mean anything. You weren’t special.

When you pushed your half eaten sandwich away, Joel set his down and waited for you to look at him.

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

“No, it’s great. Thanks for the provolone, by the way. You didn’t have to do that. Really. I’ll um, I’ll just save the rest for later. I’m good for right now.”

Joel’s jaw clenched from side to side before he leaned over in the chair next to you.

“Darlin’, you should eat somethin’. Half a sandwich ain’t shit.”

You shrugged and insisted you weren’t hungry. Joel chewed his cheeks against his molars for a moment before adjusting in his chair and leaning in even closer than before.

“This about that asshole? Messin’ with that blonde?”

You froze at his words. You heart was about to leap out of your chest.

“N-No,” you lie. “I, um, I’m not sure what you mean, Joel.”

“What I mean is you got the idea that you’re not beautiful. That you can’t compare.”

You took a deep swallow to clear the lump in your throat. Your eyes were getting a little blurry. Dammit, you really didn’t want to cry in front of Joel. Not over this stupid bullshit.

“Just leave it, Joel,” you mumble, turning your attention back to the papers on the table.

“Not gonna do that, sweetheart,” he said firmly.

When you looked back at him, there was a dark hunger in his eyes. His usually lax, friendly features were drawn into a stony scowl.

“I meant what I said the other day. You’re beautiful. Everythin’. Everythin’ about you is beautiful.”

“Look, I appreciate you being nice and trying to make me feel better, but you don’t have to–”

“You think I’m lyin’?” he challenged. You swallow hard at his commanding tone, and his words went straight to your pussy. You shook your head, feeling a little more convinced Joel might not be embellishing his opinion of you.

“Jus’ … Hard to think of myself that way, after…” You want to tell Joel every last detail of your life. Every time someone made you feel like you were eating too fast. Every time your friends got flirted with in the mall while you quietly hung at the back of the group. Every time you put something back on the rack after seeing how it accentuated the shape of your body too much to be a cute garment anymore.

Joel turned and was now angled directly at you with a knee tucking itself between your legs. His sinewy, large arm crossed your chest, his hand firmly planting onto the arm of your chair. He dipped his mouth right next to your ear. “You give me the word, sweetheart. Gimme the green light, and I’ll show you just how gorgeous I think you are.”

You’d been here before. The guy begging to show you a good time but only ever ending as a hookup. You were never girlfriend material, but you were a warm, round body for them to get their rocks off for the night. You knew Joel was different. He wasn’t like that. But you still can’t bring yourself to say yes.

“Tell me,” you whisper. Joel pulled back to look at your face. “Just your words.”

“After you let me kiss those sweet lips of yours?” he countered. You nod yes. It was only a kiss.

Joel stood and grabbed your hand, leading you to the couch. He tried to pull you onto his lap, but you knew he’d change his mind about all of this the second your too heavy body crushed his.

He tilts your chin for you to look at him after you sit. His eyes searched for any hesitation or unease. You can’t handle another rejection, so you lean forward. Joel meets you halfway and presses the gentlest of kisses against your mouth. It was feather light in a way that conveyed an intent to go slow rather than a hesitant partner.

His tongue gently flicks against your bottom lip, and you swallow a moan as you let him in. The kiss is agonizing in its slow, mindful pace as Joel makes no rush of exploring every part of your mouth. You suddenly feel very needy. You haven’t been kissed like this in a very long time. You pull at Joel’s shirt, dragging him on top of you as you lay back on the couch. His broad chest easily envelops you, and his large hands twitch with restraint to not smooth over every inch of you.

His grip tightens around your waist as he delves into a hungrier kiss. When he pulls back to adjust his body parallel to yours, the sight of your reddened mouth and blown out pupils almost have him crumbling into you.

“Tell me,” you breathe. “I just-I just want to feel pretty.” You curse the goblin part of your brain that tacked that pathetic sounding plea onto the end of your comment.

“Want me to start slow or you want me to tell you exactly what comes to mind?” he questioned with a flick of his tongue against your earlobe before drawing it into his mouth and sucking.

“Ohhh–ssh-shit– the s-second one,” you manage.

Joel’s deep chuckle sends goosebumps all over your body.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout the first time we met. Wanted you even then. Kept thinkin’ about us sittin’ on your porch. The way you were holdin’ onto that beer bottle? All I could do was imagine how your pretty fingers would look wrapped around my cock,” he murmured into the shell of your ear. “Bringin’ it to those pouty little lips of yours. Goddamn I thought about your tongue on me, baby. Takin’ me in real good in your mouth. Lickin’ this cock that gets hard just for you. That wet, warm mouth just for me.”

Your breath hitches in between Joel’s incredibly specific and detailed account.

“And when you were havin’ that little spitfire spell’uh yours, kickin’ the lawn mower?” he continued, earning a moan from you in half arousal and half embarrassment remembering your temper tantrum that day. “When you kicked it, your tits jiggled all in that little tank top you had on. Had to stop myself from marchin’ over right then and there and shovin’ my dick right in between ‘em and fuckin’ ‘em.”

You would’ve rubbed your thighs together just for the friction right now, but Joel had slotted himself in between your legs and was pushing his hard-on against your clothed pussy in a teasing grind that was driving you insane. Your hips canted at the hint of contact.

“Sittin’ in those cute little cutoffs,” he groaned low. “Your thighs spreadin’ on the seat. Wanted to grab you up and make my face your new seat, baby. Wanted those thighs on either side of my face while you rubbed your pretty little cunt all over my mouth.”

“J-Jesus christ,” you whimper. This man was giving  you the dirtiest play by play of all the ways he’d envisioned himself exploring your body. Your pussy had already bottomed out by the time he got to the part about the lawn mower.

“‘N I jus’ know, baby, I just know it. Know your pussy is made to take this cock, baby. I know it’s perfect. Know it tastes so fuckin’ sweet. Know I’d fuck you ‘til you couldn’t think straight. Make you come on my cock over and over.”

Okay, maybe you could let him do more than just describe how much he wants you.

“‘N then after I work my tongue over you, ‘n after you take this cock so good, I’d grab you up, all to myself. Soft skin against mine. So soft, baby. Pull you in close and never let go. Press you right against me, hold you all night, cuddle up real close. Then wake you up with my dick hard against your perfect ass and fuck into that sweet little hole all over again.”

“Joel,” you whine. 

“Hhmmm?” he drawled innocently, but you could feel his smile against your skin.

“I-I think I changed my mind. About telling me and not showing me. I think that, um, I think I’d really like for you to show me h-how much you want me,” you mumble against his cheek.

“S’that right, honey? You want a little show n tell now?” he teased. For good measure he rocked himself against the apex of your thighs, causing your hips to jerk up involuntarily to meet the movement. He chuckled at your eager change of heart.

Joel wasted no time nibbling and sucking your neck and his hands snaked up your shirt and under your bralette. The pads of his thumbs circle your pebbled nubs, and you let out a choked sigh. He shoved your clothing off with a few tugs and stopped to marvel at your bare top half. “God, even better than I imagined.” 

His greedy eyes raked over every inch of you, a reverential gaze at your curvy figure. Heat spread between your legs when he dipped his mouth to your chest, leaving a wet trail with his tongue and lips in a freeform pattern before drawing your erect nipples between his teeth. Your back curved off the couch in a jerk at the delightful tease.

His hands covered large swaths of your abdomen where he enthusiastically massaged and kneaded into your flesh like he couldn’t grab enough of it at once. You lifted your hips when he pulled your shorts and panties off, and you would’ve been self-conscious about being completely nude while Joel was still fully dressed if you hadn’t seen the way his eyes glazed over with want as he absorbed the sight of you.

“Goddamn,” he breathed. “So pretty. Been wantin’ to drink this pussy from the first time I saw you.” His eyes flitted up to your face with a degree of effort as though he had to tear his gaze away from your heavenly body. He searched your features, checking in and making sure you still wanted this. You nod in consent, and no sooner is his tongue lapping between your folds.

You fist a handful of his hair at the overwhelming feeling of wet heat against you, and Joel groans in a deliciously lewd way that takes you even closer to the limit. He lathes against your heat with the fervor of a devout addict, and you come with a slamming jolt when he simultaneously slips two large fingers into you and sucks your clit.

“There’s my girl,” he coos, working you with a steady drag and push of his fingers as you come down from your high. “Knew you’d look so fuckin’ pretty comin’ undone, baby.” Your first orgasm quickly rolled into a second when Joel drove a third finger into you with a steady thrust. You cry out, clenching around the painfully sweet stinging stretch of his fingers. 

You grab desperately at the tent in his pants. “S’about you today, baby,” he murmured into your thigh where he’s planting slow, sweet kisses. 

“Please, Joel. Want to see you. Taste you,” you rasp out, still pulsing weakly around his digits. You groan when he pulls his fingers from you and laps all the glistening slick from them before standing in front of you. You sit up in a rush, eager to see more of him. He obliges and unfastens his jeans. His impressively thick

length made you gasp when he sprang it free from his underwear. You don’t hesitate to fit as much of him into your mouth as you can, and he lets out a satisfied hum when his tip nudges the back of your throat.

“Shit, I’m gonna come, baby,” he croaked. Apparently working you over had done a number on him already, and it made you want him even more. You wordlessly released him in a sloppy, wet pop from your mouth and tilt your head back, stroking his length with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. When his breathing picks up and he’s on the edge, you stick your tongue out expectantly and continue to fist him until his hips stutter and jerk, his spend cascading onto your cheeks, lips, and tongue.

You both just sprawled out on the couch like two chalk outlines haphazardly jutting into odd angles on pavement. You giggled when Joel asked you if you believed him now, and you said he had indeed made a believer out of you. 

That was the first night you stayed over his place, and just like he had told you earlier that day, he scooped you in close to him, cuddling and shamelessly grabbing at your belly, thighs, and anywhere else he could reach while he peppered the back of your neck with kisses. It was the first time in a very long time that you didn’t once think about how much space you took up.

This one’s for all my baddie thickies out there!

I have hope that one day Miss Thickums® will come to love on herself a bit more because she deserves it, dammit. Also that and the fact that I get down bad for a lil Rubenesque cutie ha ha. 

I hope y’all liked this little pairing! I have been working on Endless Night and Feral Woman but couldn’t get this idea out of my head so I just churned it out. I’m a sucker for fluff and praise, so this was a nice detour from my heavier series (but you should def go check those out too lmao). 

I have so many more ideas for this pairing. I just know that AU friendly DILF neighbor Joel Miller has always been a “more cushion for the pushin” kinda guy and would love to nibble every pudgy roll on your body. His favorite spot is your lil muffin top. That’s my headcannon, and I won’t hear any differing opinions.

Let me know if y’all want more from these two. :)

Catch ya later,

♥Puddles♥

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How would Lucy Maclean act like if her younger sibling (they/them) gets hurt while in the wasteland with her?

Just a Boo-Boo - Lucy Maclean | Headcanon

Summary: How would Lucy respond to her younger sibling (you) getting hurt while in the wasteland?

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Needles, Descriptions of Wounds, Probably OOC Lucy Maclean.

A/N: Kinda gave some unnecessary lore at the beginning, but ultimately stayed in line with the original ask. Thanks for the request, Anon! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2100+

Let’s say you’re, like, only two or three years younger than her, which would make you the middle child amongst her and Norm. But even then, your placement in the family lineup isn’t super important when it comes to how close you are to your older sister and younger brother. You guys are all cooped up in that vault, probably forced to be around each other more often than not, so you’re used to their presence. And you don’t find it immensely difficult to get along with them either, which is great for your dad. Because the last thing he wants – as the overseer – is for his star children to be the star troublemakers of Vault 33. 

Norm definitely does stick to doing his own stuff most of the time, though. If anything, the residents of Vault 33 will find you and Lucy hanging out far more than you and your brother. It’s not that you dislike him. He’s just… different, and he seems to like his independence more than he likes being social with you and your sister or other people, which is something you can’t really blame him for. Living inside of a linear-like vault for the entirety of your life can become pretty exhausting. Especially when the people within it are overly friendly, to the point where it almost feels fake. 

Hell, even Lucy has come to carry a similar demeanor to herself that the majority of the residents do. But you know her kindness isn’t something she’s pulled out of her ass. However, you can’t really say the same for the rest of the individuals that reside within your underground home. 

But that’s besides the point. 

Lucy isn’t a mean sister – she’s actually very doting and kind to you, which a lot of people are pleasantly surprised by. Feeling her pull you in by your shoulder and squeeze you giddily as she introduces not only herself but you as well to someone new to the vault. You’re probably the only sibling around at the time, so you’re subjected to being a greeter with her, whether you like it or not. Nonetheless, that new member definitely makes a comment about it. How ‘you two are so sweet to one another,’ with one of those tones that show complete and utter surprise, and you can’t help but crease your brow in confusion, because you don’t understand why her kindness would be so surprising. 

If anything, it’s Norm you have to watch out for sometimes. 

Your brother can be far too grumpy for his own good. 

But that’s what makes him unique, so you can’t complain.

Overall, things inside of the vault were great, like you were stuck inside of a dream that you couldn’t wake up from. But, it was like the world could hear you actively thinking about how good things were one day, and that was when shit went awry. What with your dad deciding to pawn Lucy off to marry a resident of the vault you were neighboring, only to find out that it had been previously raided by bandits and the whole ‘marrying the daughter of the overseer’ thing was a ruse to get inside of Vault 33. That was a shitshow and a half. But, luckily, you had taken those self-defense courses with your sister which helped keep you and other residents safe, and it all worked out in the end, even if Stephanie ended up losing an eye…

And even if your dad got taken by the leader of the entire ordeal. 

Lee Moldaver. 

So obviously, that led to Lucy wanting to go and find him, and although Norm was more than willing to stay behind and hold the fort down, you were stubborn and practically forced her to bring you along with her. Unsurprisingly, she was reluctant about it. Saying how the wasteland wasn’t safe for you, but you – of course – you hit her back with a ‘well, it’s not safe for you, either,’ which ultimately ended up being kind of a gotcha moment for you, when she went quiet and seemed to look at you as though you had won the little debate. 

And of course, you only ended up doubling down on your desire to go with her, when you mentioned something about ‘also needing someone to have her back,’ and she couldn’t necessarily argue with that either, so she let you come along, but you had to promise her to stay close and not do anything stupid. 

Which, like… when have you ever done anything stupid?

Y’know? 

Like… sure, there was one time where you might’ve schemed with Norm and put a harmless little bomb inside of a cake for your dad’s birthday, but that was one time. Or maybe she was referring to the time when you almost killed your cousin after you found out he kissed Lucy. But you were just being a protective younger sibling. Who can blame you for that? Like, seriously! Who kisses their relative? That’s disgusting! 

Either way, you agreed, even if – deep down – you didn’t really think you were going to do anything stupid. But maybe that was something you shouldn’t have promised to her or yourself, because – just your luck – within the week, you ended up somehow getting into a tango with a fucking radscorpion. Honestly, you didn’t even know those things existed, and in your defense, it just flew up from the fucking desert floor and jumped on you as though you were its next meal.

That was not fun. 

So, yeah. First week out in the wasteland sucked major ass.

And, honestly, it wasn’t even your fault that a radscorpion slashed your stomach and almost bit your face off. You were just trying to go to the bathroom one night, and just as you finished up and started making your way back, there it appeared. You swore your life flashed before your eyes as it jumped on top of you, and if it wasn’t for Lucy being a light sleeper, you probably would have died. But you didn’t. Your big sister was there to save you, which… wasn’t an entirely uncommon occurrence. 

She couldn’t even kill it, either. That thing had major armor or something, because it still managed to move just fine after she unloaded an entire mag into its body. She did manage to steer it away though, while you laid on the ground and panted as though you had run a marathon. So, by the time it disappeared beneath the desert floor, she holstered her pistol and rushed towards you, far more focused on making sure you were alive, rather than scolding you for wandering off without her acting as a chaperone. She would do that later.

Of course, Lucy eventually helps you to your feet and takes you back to the little camp the two of you set up. And by the time you and her get there, she’s telling you – in nicer words – to sit your ass down and let her see the wound that the radscorpion created. 

“I told you to wake me up if you needed to pee,” Lucy quietly scolded, while you winced and leaned back against the log, looking down at the way her fingers tentatively cleaned the gash on your stomach, the cut of which spanning horizontally from the right of your belly button to the curve of your waist. You probably shouldn’t have looked at it, because the sight of the open wound, all jagged and – hopefully – not radiated, made a wave of nausea wash over you. “Do you know how dangerous it is to wander around at night, Y/n? On the surface, of all places?” 

Her words are pointed, like she’s trying to drill how stupid your actions were into your head, which makes you roll your eyes and move your focus away from your wound to stare out towards nothing. “I didn’t think one of those… whatever you call them would be lurking under the sand, Lucy.” Your own tone can’t help but become sharp, clearly annoyed by how incessant she is with her scolding, and even as a silence ensues after your words, all it does is make you more frustrated, which urges you to continue. “I could’ve died, yet you’re more worried about lecturing me than making sure I’m okay.” 

You wince when she squeezes around the gash to rid it of any dirt that may have gotten into it, and as your fingers curl into the ground beneath you while you lean up against the log the two of you found earlier, your sister pauses momentarily to lift her chin up and meet your eyes. 

You stare at her silently, sending her a look that conveys guilt and dejection, and it causes her features to soften, before you breathe in deeply and flicker your attention back towards your wound. But she continues to gaze at you, internally realizing her behavior, and after a short moment passes, you can hear her let out a quiet sigh, as she goes back to tending to your gash. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles, her tone – for the first time ever you think – portraying defeat, or disappointment, as she leans back on her heels and reaches towards her backpack to pull out the medical box she brought with her. “I was scared… and I shouldn’t be getting mad at you.” 

You huff, but the sound is slightly humorous, as you shake your head and flutter your focus back to meet Lucy’s hazel eyes again. “You think?” you uttered, only to wince when a jolt of pain shot through your open wound, “I’m over here bleeding out and I have my sister scolding me for getting assaulted by a fucking radscorpion–” 

“Hey,” Lucy says, her brow creasing, which makes her look like a mother scolding her child, “language, Y/n.” You immediately scoff at her words, and although you’re hurt, it still doesn’t stop her from smacking your shoulder, which causes you to flinch and let out a quiet laugh. “Since when do you know that word?” 

“I’m an adult, Luce,” you remind her, deadpanning, “not five.” 

Lucy purses her lips and lowers her eyes to focus on guiding the needle and thread she mindlessly set up towards your wound. “I would’ve never guessed… considering you were crying about missing home just last night.” 

“Shut up,” you grumbled.

The days after your little mishap, Lucy loses the desire to scold you and focuses more on making sure you’re okay. Neither one of you have a stimpack, so it makes your healing process a lot slower than her own, like when she got stabbed herself during that bandit attack back at the vault. That’s definitely one thing she decides to mention, too. How you and her ‘are matching’ because you both share an abdominal scar on your stomachs. In a way, it’s kind of sweet, but at the same time, it’s also equally depressing to think about, because of the fact that you’re in this mess because of that raid in the first place. 

Either way, Lucy makes sure to check on your wound every night before the two of you go to sleep. She always says something about it being her duty as your big sister to take care of you, but really, you know that she’s just worried it’s going to get infected. Last thing she wants is for you to die, and honestly, you share that same sentiment when it comes to her. It’s just the two of you out in the wasteland, working together to try and find your dad and simultaneously dealing with raiders, creatures, and cult members in the process, so of course your physical states are important to each other. 

You and her even stumble across a Brotherhood of Steel soldier stuck in a power armor suit, and a ghoul who’s actively cosplaying as a cowboy. And that makes the wonders of the wasteland all the more intriguing. It’s a… weird time, up on the surface, but you and her try to make the most of it. Even if her constant desire to coddle you because of your injuries is starting to get on your nerves. Mainly because of the fact that she doesn’t let you go anywhere on your own now.

If she had one of those backpacks with the leash on it, she would definitely force you to wear it, but instead, she just settles on watching you closely or even just holding your hand when she can spare a moment to actually touch you. Always talks about how she can’t trust you to be alone anymore after what happened, which – again – wasn’t your fault. And you try to tell her that, too, but she’s not hearing it. Which is a trait that every older sister must have. The inability to see reason when it's coming from their younger siblings’ mouth. 

You love her, though.

Even if she sometimes treats you like you’re five.

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

one

in most stories being the youngest kid means being the sheltered child. everyone would see the baby of the family being favored more than the eldest or middle child. for you, it wasn’t ever like that.

you grew up in an classic middle class family. your mother was a prosecutor and your father was a detective. your older brother followed in his fathers footsteps. he went to college, worked his ass off, and became an officer.

and your sister became a lawyer just like your mom. she was damn good at it too.

you on the other hand, you had different dreams. you never wanted to be cooped up in a bubble. your dreams were to travel the world, draw the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen, meet new people, discover yourself.

when you graduated high school you saved up enough money over the years to do so. you took different jobs just to pay bills and continue to move along.

your parents never thought it was a great idea. they’d always scold you to go to college. they’d get your siblings along in it but it just never worked. you loved your free spirited life style.

you visited your family every once in a while. but after ten years of being free, ten years of constantly hearing the same things over and over, ten years of nonstop get bugged over when you’re gonna grow up and turn your life around, you were tired.

you stopped going to every christmas, every thanksgiving, every birthday, any holiday. you’d come up with some excuse. telling your family you had a shift at whatever job you had.

truth was, you needed to be away. your family back home may not have understood. besides your best friend, you didn’t really keep in contact with anyone.

spencer was the only one who stood beside you. he knew that you had other dreams and aspirations. he never judged you for drifting off and exploring the world. he was the one to encourage you.

“yn, remember what you told me when i had a hard time deciding to skip a few grades? you said that if i didn’t, id always wonder. you told me im too smart to be in seventh grade and i needed to get off my ass and go show those high school idiots how smart i truly am. you’re an amazing artist, yn! i know you can make a name for yourself.”

that was the only thing you needed to hear before you packed your bags, bought a plane ticket, and began your journey. you never regret your decision.

it’s why you’re so glad to be in virginia. getting to see spencer again made you happy. you haven’t seen your best friends since he made it into the behavioral analysis program. you knew spencer was beyond smart. knowing that he was working with the smartest people, fighting crime, and kicking ass, made you proud.

you smile at the guard up front. “hi, im here to see doctor spencer reid.”

the guard asked for a form of identification before smiling and giving you a visitors badge. spencer made sure to let them know you’d be coming by.

when you finally got to his floor your eyes widened with how big it truly was. you never thought you’d ever be here. standing in front of a team full of people who study human behavior.

“yn!?” spencer runs to his friend.

“woah, slow down there pretty boy.”

you opens your arms wide as spencer lifts you up and spins you around. you giggled before he sets you down.

“hi, genius!”

“god, i miss you.”

“miss you too bud. this place is incredible, spence. how do you guys get any work around here done. i wouldn’t know how to sit still.”

spencer just shrugs as he walks the two of you over to his desk. you spot two individuals.

one of them was a woman. she was beautiful. her dark locks were slowly fading to grey, but she definitely rocked it.

the other was a tall, muscular build man. he had a cocky smirk on his face. he was definitely handsome. you can tell he’s a bit of a player but ultimately a sweetheart.

“well pretty boy, you gonna introduce us?”

spencer smiles. “guys, this is my best friend since diapers, yn! yn thats emily and derek.”

you gently waved.

“hi. it’s nice to finally meet you. spencer talks bout you guys all the time. im glad he has someone else to bug besides me.” you playfully hit his arm.

“you must be someone special. reid doesn’t hug anyone. says—”

“it’s safer to kiss? he’s been saying that since we were children. i think he came up with that when he had a crush on our next door neighbor, dawn.”

“hey! it’s an actual fact!” spencer defends.

you playfully roll your eyes. “when are you off, butthead? i wanna look at places while im here.”

“im off this weekend.”

“you’re moving down here?!”

“yeah. spencer constantly tells me how great this place is. it’s gotta be better than nevada if it’s got spencer’s vote of approval.”

“it is a great state. you’ll love it. if you need help finding something im sure i could be of service.”derek flirts.

“thanks. i should probably let you all get back to work. ill—”

“we have a case!” you get interrupted. you slowly lift your head and your heart skips a beat.

he stares at you with a scowl on his face. you assumed it was a permanent one. he was tall, had a beautiful head of hair, his face was clean shaven, his suit was definitely dry cleaned. he looked like a man you’d see in a fairytale. like how you’d imagine prince eric from the little mermaid to look. he was breathtaking.

“i’ll probably be gone for a few days. will you be okays exploring the city without me?” spencer breaks you out of your trance.

“um—yeah. just be safe. and call me!”

spencer smiles as he squeezes your arm before walking away. you give your heart a second to go back to normal speed.

you think you’re gonna love it here.

so, yes it’s an age gap between them. listen, im not gonna be like some people and say i have a huge problem with age gaps, because i do not!

yes, at times it can be gross. when someone is freshly eighteen and dating someone in their mid to late twenties or older, it’s gross

if someone knew the person when they were a child and begin dating them. even if they’re in their twenties, it’s gross

but as someone who’s 25 and has only dated men older since i was like 22, i don’t see much of a problem as long as they were two consenting adults.

that being said, read it if you want and if you don’t, scroll past it.

reader is 28

aaron is 44

[expectiations]

Idk bout you all but between the Doctor and River, River cannot cook to save her life. She's just chaos in the kitchen. She was raised to be a weapon. Weapons don't cook. And during her uni years, there's the school canteen but she doesn't think it's cool enough. OH WAIT–considering she's such a huge nerd, she's probably one of those who are so caught up in reading/studying that they forget to eat and drink.

The elder Ponds stage an intervention (the Doctor took them to Luna after being thoroughly threatened by Amelia). Amy remembers how Mels would be picky with her food but ate anything offered to her by Rory and Brian. And true enough when they get to the library where River has been cooped up in, River hasn't eaten nor drunk water for a good while now. When asked about it, she complains that the canteen never gets the dishes right (Luna's canteen has one of the best chefs in that era. River just said that because it wasn't cooked by Rory or Brian).

They make sure she constantly has a steady supply of her favorite dishes afterwards with the Doctor in charge of ensuring it never runs out. Which he does with all seriousness, never once missing. He'd definitely deny that the gleaming sword on display in the elder Ponds' living room helped. A LOT. He even enlisted the TARDIS' help by setting reminders.

He missed a couple of times (he's the Doctor after all) but another version of him would swoop in to save his ass. River notices of course and calls him out on it. He pleads mercy. She makes him pay by dragging him to help her study firsthand. And by firsthand, she meant him taking her to the actual events. He learns early on not to grouse about archeology in front of her that young because she goes 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and then refuses to talk to him afterwards.

River:

The Doctor also upgrades the elder Ponds' phones so they can call River despite having literal millennia between them.

Older versions of River learned a few dishes but the Doctor is so used to being the one who cooks her meals that he sulked and had a tantrum when she refused to let him cook. (Years later on Darillium, the Doctor would bring it up. River: THAT WAS JUST ONCE. ARE YOU NEVER LETTING THAT GO? GIVE A GIRL A BREAK 🙄)

But then it would be fun for River to have something she can never be good at. Like she aces everything else EXCEPT for that one thing. And I vote for cooking. It's just funny to me that she's this ultracool being–the daughter of the Last Centurion and the Girl Who Waited, the Child of Death and Time–but simply cannot cook to save her life.

She's just spoiled bbgirl. Give her a break.

[strabara]

•.SHIGARAKI’S SEXTAPE.•

PART 2

Notes: Sorry this genuinely took so long I kept getting mad. I didn’t expect this much plot but yeah. Probably might write a third part if I’m up to it.

WARNINGS: NONCON, SEMI-SOMNOPHILIA, ANGST IG??, CRYING, MENTIONS OF SEX, MENTIONS OF INJURY, MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY, NOT BETA READ, NOT PROOF READ, IDK WHAT ELSE

“Cmon, you can do more then that.”

“I-I’m trying!-”

“You got this Miss Y/N!!”

“Don’t let him beat you!”

A whine escapes your lips before you fall limp to the floor, your muscles screaming at you. You were never good at pull ups. Everyone collectively groans before Aizawa came up to you.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it. Your body just isn’t used to this much pressure. Here-“ He brings out a small towel for you before patting your face dry. “-Plus, you had the babies not too long ago.”

You sigh heavily as you rise to your feet. It’d been a few months since the birth of the babies. Luckily you delivered with no issues and so far had no problems. People still talked about what went down with you and Shigaraki but it didn’t faze you. Why would it? He was yours, and you were thankful you were even his. No matter how much the Heroes wanted to say you developed Stockholm syndrome you knew it wasn’t true.

Your love stood for Shigaraki before he even held you ‘captive’. Hell! before he even knew you existed as a person. And it only grew stronger as he’d send you notes with little gifts for the babies. They tried hard to make his notes stop, afraid it’d only damage you deeper, but it never worked. Shigaraki always found a way. The letters varied with small ‘I love you’s’ and little ‘I miss you’s’.

The people it’d piss off the most was usually the students of Aizawa and himself of course. They’d seen how the league acted first hand themselves so seeing how these notes made you giddy had their blood boiling. You didn’t deserve this. You deserved to love normally! A normal life without cameras in your face every second. Speaking of cameras, paparazzi was never EVER going to let Shigaraki’s Sextape be forgotten.

They never fail to mention it when the heroes decide to take you out to a shopping square. Asking lewd questions to your face with no morals and such. You always have to be whisked away and taken back to your home, left all locked up and alone. Ironic you thought. You’d think you would get more freedom to do things by yourself after the situation died down a little but it was the complete opposite! You had more freedom being cooped up in the base with Shigaraki! A strict diet, sleep schedule, AND workout was implemented on you.

Something about maintaining a ‘healthy’ lifestyle? Screw that! You want to go back to ordering cheap ass pizza in the dingy bar and just stuffing your face on the couch in nothing but panties and Shigaraki’s shirt. It wasn’t all too bad though. You definitely didn’t mind the workout part too much. The idea of having an ‘unappealing’ body sent shivers down your spin. What if Shigaraki stopped liking you if he saw your mom bod?

That’s what pushed you to run the extra mile when All Might had you running a track with him, that’s what made you do another push up with Endeavor with his screaming in your ear, and it’s especially what pushed you to continue doing pull ups with Aizawa. And it worked. Your body somewhat returned to what it looked like before pregnancy, except your larger breast and thighs. The whole pregnancy you were fed foods full of protein by everyone. Practically fattening you up as if you’d never eat again. With a cough you start walking to the locker room, itching to change out the sweaty clothes.

They never followed in which you thought weird. Why do they follow you every BUT the locker room? Eh, you weren’t complaining. If they wanted to give you the space you so badly craved for once then you weren’t gonna ask questions. Removing all the sweat soaked clothes and replacing it with a clean pair of bell bottoms and black long sleeve, you shoved it in the gym bag to be washed later. As you shut the locker a envelope flew.

That’s weird?.. picking it up you instantly recognized the paper material. It was Shigaraki! Almost immediately you ripped into the paper and scavenged the note out. Your eyes skimmed the letter with a smile plastered on your face. It had been far too long since you’d heard from him! It’s not like you could blame him though.

From what the news told you, he and the league have been very busy. That didn’t matter anymore though. He finally wrote back. You were more then eager to help! He said he and league are planning something but wouldn’t tell you what. That’s weird, did he not trust you enough? You thought he wanted your help on things!

“Y/N! You done or what?”

“O-oh! Uh coming!”

Quickly shoving the letter into your gym bag you fixed up your hair and put your sneakers on. Silently opening the door to the locker room you shuffled out quickly. It was a habit of yours to be silent, trying to get better at being more sneaky for when the time comes that you’d need to. It seems it worked a little too well. They haven’t noticed you yet. Which is why their conversation makes your blood boil.

“I just wonder when Y/N will forget about that pathetic loser and be able to live her life.”

“Bakugo! You can’t just say that! Obviously it’s frustrating seeing her so hung up on him but it’s normal for.. well yknow.. victims?.”

“Settle down the both of you. I understand it’s upsetting that Y/N’s life is turning out like this but you shouldn’t speak about it so freely. People will hear.”

You throw your gym bag down, the loud thud erupting through the gym. With a scowl and furrowed brows you cross your arms. They instantly all look to you with shock as you clicked your tongue.

“You guys should listen to your teacher. God forbid people hear how you talk about the victim.”

“Y/n-“

Putting your hand up all you can do is scoff.

“Save it alright? A little ol’ victim like me shouldn’t hear this stuff. Don’t you think?”

“Y/N! Time to go.”

Endeavor’s boasting voice echoes throughout the empty gym as he inches closer to the group. Grabbing your bag and brushing past them you begin walking with Endeavor. He could sense tension but he’s not one to ask questions. As sick as it sounds, you enjoyed Endeavor’s presence more than others. He didn’t pity you nor did he try to act sweet with you. Which is just what you wanted.

Walking to the car you were already flooded by paparazzi. All asking the same vulgar questions. You ignored it as Endeavor ushered you into the car and shut the door. He got in soon after before starting the journey back to your house. It was quiet, until you decided to speak up.

“Why do you treat me all normally.” He was silent. Perhaps he didn’t understand what you meant? “Yknow, you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like glass.”

“That’s because you arent.”

His voice echoed throughout the car. You turn your head to him, a pout on your lips. It seems that’s the only face you’ve been able to conjure up lately. The car stops at a red light before he turns to you.

“If I treat you like something fragile you’ll never grow. Plus, you seem fed up with the others enough as is. And I still don’t trust you.”

Oh. Those words don’t catch you off guard like they should. You knew some people would be suspicious, not everyone can be so easily fooled by your sob story. You hum before looking out the window. The light turns green and the journey starts again.

“What is it you don’t trust? Is it me still being madly in love with Shigaraki?”

“Perhaps. Or, for someone who experienced something so terrifying and painful, you act as if it’s nothing.”

“Can’t blame me can you?”

A soft chuckle left your lips. At this point you were tired of acting. But you had a story to uphold. Not for you, but for Shigaraki. That’s who you needed to do this for. His praise and love was all you wanted. A good obedient spy for him will surely bring you the title you want so badly. To be his wife. His rock.

“No, I can’t. You’re messed up in the head. But it doesn’t mean I won’t be watching you.” The car comes to a soft stop, parking infront of your house. “Midnight should be in there with your kids. Have a good day Y/N.”

“Eh, I’ll try. Later Endeavor.”

From the sound of it, he hasn’t told anyone of his suspensions about you. You’d rather have it that way anyways. Your feet pressed against the gravel as you journeyed up the steps to your house. It was too damn big in your opinion. Keys jangled as you finally unlocked the door.

“I’m home!”

Midnight’s feet shuffled towards you before she grabbed ahold of your hands. Your breath hitched at the sudden action as she practically pulling you up the stairs.

“W-whoa! What are we doing?!”

“Cmon you have to pack!”

“P-pack?”

“Yeah! For the camping trip!” What the hell was she talking about. It seems she sensed your confusion as she pouted at you. “Did Aizawa not tell you? The students are going on this little training camp and they’re taking you along!”

“But why? I’m not gonna be a hero!”

“Ah they think it’d be the best place to push your limits! Get you stronger!”

Ah great. You could barely handle the workouts now what makes them think you could do whatever else they had in store! Shit. How were you gonna tell Shigaraki? You don’t even know where it is!

“W-well when is it?”

“Tomorrow!”

Double fucking shit! There’s no time to fucking notify anyone! Especially with Midnight by your side. God knows when she’d leave. Stall.

“But the babies!- I can’t-“

“We’re gonna watch them! Have some time to yourself and all! We have it handled Y/N.”

Triple.

Fucking.

Shit.

There were no pieces you could play. There was nothing you could do but just nod. She squeals before dragging you up the stairs once more. You’ll just have to write a detailed letter of everything they did for Shigaraki.

“Is that all?”

“I mean yeah. I packed active clothing, some shorts and t-shirts, oh and like 2 jackets in case I get cold.”

“Great!” Just then a door could be heard opening. Along with multiple voices talking. “Oh they’re here!”

“Wait what? Why-“

“They just came back from the mall! Let’s go see how things are gonna work! Like time wise.”

You carry your daughter close to you as you descend down the stairs. Midnight held your boys while she chatted with Aizawa. There Class 1-A was all splaying out their purchases. Some of them look up to you and all you can do is look away. Obviously your attitude towards them was still sour. It hurt, what they said.

“Y/N! Psst!” You turn to the hall to see Midoriya standing there. His hand was waving you over away from the others as you sighed. Walking over to him you frowned. “Look I know what Kacchan said hurt your feelings-“

“Oh wow really I didn’t think so.”

“My point is- I’m sorry.”

Your brows raised before you straightened up. Does he even need to apologize? If anything it should be the others.

“Today at the mall I saw Shigarak-“

“What!” You whisper yell before looking side to side. “What’d he say? Was it about me? Did he look okay?”

“He didn’t even mention you, Y/N.”

“Oh.”

“But he told me to watch my back. Basically threatened me.”

A hint of guilt crawled into your stomach while you frowned. Nothing about you? Did he not care as much as you thought he did? Midoriya reached into his pocket before pulling out a box. Opening it he revealed a bracelet and necklace.

“Midoriya? What’s that for?“

“I-I saw some people advertising them so you can keep people safe and well I thought about you.”

Grabbing the necklace he unclasped it and motioned for you to turn around. Quickly pushing your hair out of the way you faced your back to him.

“What does it do?”

“It has like this two way vibration setup. You learn Morse code and press onn-“ He hooked it on before turning you around and lightly tapping on the pendant. “-here! Basically you can signal to my bracelet when you need to! Simple things like SOS!”

“Soo for help? You can do it back?”

“Yeah! The bracelet has a pendant I can press on too! We can use it to find each other! Just in case! And it can track where the other is.”

“This had to have cost a lot-“

“Money isn’t a problem when it comes to you. This is a you and me thing. That’s why I brought you over here! It’ll be our little secret.”

He smiled at you before raising his pinkie. Hah, a pinkie promise. You felt a small grin find your lips before raising your pinkie to his. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Just something that you could actually decide.

“Thank you Midoriya, now cmon. Let’s go with the others.”

“Jeez it’s soo early!!”

“Y/N it’s time to go!”

“G-give me a second!”

Grabbing your bag you headed towards the car. Midnight and Present Mic followed after with your babies in their arms.

“Ok so I pumped enough milk that should last them but if it doesn’t I use this certain formula! And and uhmm ok Hana likes when you rock her more softly and Hiro likes his head being-“

“Y/N! We got this. We’ll call if we need help.”

“I-it’s just.. I’m gonna miss them! Be good my angels.”

Giving your babies a kiss to the head you turned around before you could cry. Endeavor put your bags in the car before opening the door for you.

“Y/N. Time to go.”

“Bye Y/N!!”

You get in as he shuts the door. Waving to them Endeavor starts the journey to UA. Once again, the car ride was silent. The radio barely audible while you rub your eyes.

“So, why are you going?”

“Mm I don’t know. They said I have to.”

“Well then.”

The car suddenly stops out of nowhere as you feel yourself slam into the front. His hand flies to your hair before you could even react. A cry leaves your lips.

“Ow Endeavor!-“

“I swear if anything happens to Shoto at that camp I will hurt you.”

“You asshole!-“

He practically growled before his other hand shot to your jaw, gripping it with a bruising hold. You could feel the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Why was he doing this?

“If so much as a scratch is on him I’ll hurt your kids. Am I clear?” You nod frantically before whimpering. He lets you go as you cower away and nearly glue yourself to the passenger side door. “Good.”

The rest of the ride went without bumps. You arrived to where the buses were and quickly got out the car. You were fucking scared. The kids attention landed on you as they all group up next to you. No no no- you didn’t wanna be by the car! You let out a small gasp at the feeling of Endeavor grabbing your shoulder.

“Your bag.”

“R-right sorry I’ll-“

“Why don’t you grab them.”

Shit! Todoroki’s words make chills go down your spine as Endeavor glares at you.

“She can’t do it herself?”

“Don’t be a prick.”

“It’s fine really-“ Heading towards the trunk you cough, cheeks sore from the rough fingers that held them. “- It’s only one bag so I can do it..”

Grabbing it quickly you closed the trunk and started heading towards the bus. Maybe you underestimated Endeavor’s motive. He didn’t care what happened to you or your kids. God he’s probably working something up to frame you. You lean against the window of the bus as you stared out to the kids, seeing them still huddled up. Your eyes met Todoroki before looking away.

“All right asshole what’d you do to her.”

“What do you mean Shoto? She’s fine.”

“Bullshit!”

“Todoroki! Calm down.. let’s just get on the bus alright?”

Todoroki scoffed before walking away, Midoriya sighed in relief as he followed after. After everything became situated they got on the bus accordingly. They’d steal small glances of you as they passed your seat. They could tell something was off. But they didn’t wanna push it. And thus the journey to the camp began.

“How do you like the water Miss Y/N?”

“It’s nice, but I shouldn’t be in here. You guys were the ones that trained not me!”

“Oh there’s nothing wrong with it Miss! You deserve to relax a little too!”

You smile before sinking lower into the hot soothing water. After getting to the camp the students were immediately tasked with something. Which sucked really since they thought this was a fun trip but in reality they’d be training til they dropped! You on the other hand were only asked to help with the food but were heavily told starting tomorrow you’d get the same treatment as them. You had just smiled and nodded knowing that you were dying inside. Alone time your ass!

“How did you guys like the food?”

“It was really good miss!”

“Of course it was! The Miss Y/N used to work at a restaurant after all!”

“I was a waiter..”

“Doesn’t matter!”

The girls erupt into giggles as you softly laugh. Although you were smiling you felt guilt. Why were you always so isolated from them? They clearly cared about you and all you’d do was be mean. But you had to!! Shigaraki said they’d try to win you over, that if you let your guard down you’d get used, and you didn’t want that.

So why did his words fade to the back of your head to be forgotten? You and the girls continued relaxing in the water as jokes and topics were thrown around. The guilt fading away the more you got to actually know them. Just like how you opened up more to them! They could feel it, your walls were coming down. They’d finally get to know the real you.

“Again!”

“You can’t expect me to!- ugh fine!”

Here you were standing in front of Aizawa, getting ready to spar you again. This guy has been making you do this nonstop! The 2nd day he made you run up and down the uneven mountains to gain stamina and now he was beating the shit out of you. I mean what could you expect!? You have no quirk it’s not like you can train air! So that’s why he had you trying to improve your combat.

It didn’t help you were a little distracted by Todoroki. Endeavor’s threats still lingered in your head, meaning you would attend to Todoroki’s needs. At first he didn’t know why but he had an idea after connecting the way you acted from being dropped off by Endeavor to how you tried to do everything for him. Of course his father threatened someone to make sure he was alright. And he had to choose the most vulnerable one.

A pained grunt left your lips as you backed away. Once again your eyes lingered on Todoroki too long, allowing Aizawa to hit you with a fucking right hook. You barely have any time to recover before he threw you onto your back. The air was knocked out your lungs while your muscles burned. He grabbed your shirt before stomping next to your head.

“Alright what’s the matter with you? You’re never this slow to react even when we train at UA.”

“I-I’m just tired-“

“Then why do you keep looking at Todoroki?” You pause, wrong move. He drags you up on your feet before dusting you off. “What’s going on?”

You bit your lip as you looked down. You didn’t want to tell him. He’d probably call you weak, just like Shigaraki would.

“I’m just.. tired okay? I miss the kids and all..”

He was disappointed. Aizawa knew something was wrong and he wanted you to tell him. From what the girls told him you’d been opening up more, barriers falling. So he hoped you’d say something just anything. That way he and the others could help, but he didn’t push it. He let out a sigh before walking away.

“Clean yourself up. You’re done for the day.”

All you can do is nod before speed walking away. You had to leave before you started crying. God why couldn’t you just tell him? The students would turn to see you before going back to their training, making you feel all the more alone. Everyone had someone here just not you.

It was supposed to be some haunted maze. The students were all asked to participate except for the ones who needed to test again with Aizawa and Vlad. You said you could help with them but they insisted you had fun. Which is why you were currently walking the woods with Todoroki and Bakugo. The crickets chirped as your feet crunched on the dirt and twigs. It was so silent that you could practically hear everything.

“Soo.. how has training for the both of you been?”

“Fine.”

The way they said it in unison gave you the creeps. Could they show a little more emotion or interest?! You sniffle a little before sneezing. Wait, what is that smell? It smelled almost burnt as you looked around. Todoroki stopped before turning to you guys.

“Do you guys smell that?”

“It smells like trees are burning.”

“Is that part of the maze or?- Watch out!”

You push Todoroki as something surged towards you three. He stumbled away before you scream. Something metal-like stabbed into your leg. It retracted from you as Bakugo picked you up off the floor. A wail left your lips while you grabbed onto your leg.

“What the hell is that?!”

“Bakugo we have to get her away from here!”

“This shit isn’t supposed to fucking hurt us! Are they idiots?!-“

“Students! It’s come to our attention we are being attacked! Your teachers have allowed you permission to use your quirks to defend yourself!”

Shit. Was this an actual attack? But who could it be? Was it some random group that figured out UA students were here? Wait, was this what Shigaraki was planning?It couldn’t be him… right? Bakugo placed you next to a tree before standing next to Todoroki.

“Bakugo you should be with Y/N.”

“Yeah right asshole! And leave all the fun to you?”

“Alright we aren’t too far from where the pussycats are.. Sensei said we should regroup with the rest!”

“A-are you alright Midoriya?” Your voice sounding weak as you had your arm over Todoroki’s shoulders. “What did the guy you fought look like? I-I might know him!”

“I’m fine, he was this big guy who could grow muscle- are you okay though? Your leg must hurt Miss!”

“I bet it does. Such a shame we have to bring you back like that.”

Huh? Everyone looks ups to the new voice. Who the heck is that? And what did he mean by bring you back- Oh shit! This WAS Shigaraki’s doing! You never got to know who exactly was in the league so it was hard to tell if this was actually Shigaraki’s plan. Wait… he was gonna take you back to him.

You should’ve felt giddy. Happy, excited, THRILLED at the idea. But you felt nauseous thinking about reuniting with Shigaraki. Todoroki gripped you close to him when he realized what was going on. There was no way in HELL he could have you get taken away. He couldn’t allow it especially with the way things already looked for you.

Everyone would assume you told the villains where the camp was being held. You’d go from being a victim in people’s eyes to a criminal. He couldn’t have that. You’ve worked so hard! He could practically feel how scared you were too! Was Shigaraki trying to ruin your life? Out of no where the man is right beside the both of you in a blink of an eye, the next thing you knew it was… dark.

Where were you? You wanted to get out!! It was so quiet!.. so cold.. it was practically just nothing in the air. Tears formed in your eyes as you scratched at your skin. You fell to your knees before the sobs left your throat. Your babies.

Who would take care of them? Would people treat them like monsters? Bringing your knees to your chest you just cried and cried. You didn’t even know when you stopped crying. Didn’t know when your lids felt heavy, the sleep consuming you.

Shigaraki was so excited. He’s been depraved of female touch for months! His little plaything playing house with heroes while he was left to sulk all alone. But he was a patient man… (no he’s not liar liar LIARRR) He could gladly just use his hand when he got needy. But now he didn’t have to wait! He just hoped you didn’t change too much.

God if you got ugly he’d probably have to kill you or something, which is so much unnecessary work. Just then the portals appeared. Finally! The league has returned with a successful mission! He quickly left his room and headed towards the bar as a crooked smile graced his face. There they were already tying up the UA student. His eyes scanned and scanned before landing on you.

Well not really since you were being covered. Spinner was holding your unconscious body as Shigaraki inched closer. Well, you changed but not too much. You were still hot to him I guess. Oh just great you got injured. What a pain that’s gonna be.

“Give her here.”

“Get the hell away from her asshole!”

Bakugo shouted as he thrashed around. The league just ignored him while they continued to tie him down. Spinner was quick to transport you over to Shigaraki’s arms before clearing his throat.

“We don’t know how her ankle got injured but we’re guessing it was when Moonfish went after the Todoroki boy and Bakugo sir.”

“Yeah yeah alright. I’ll be in my room. Don’t even think about coming in you dipshits.”

“Gross… is he gonna like.. grope her?”

“Sure she’ll be fine! No she won’t! He’s gonna kill her!!”

Shigaraki locks his bedroom door before placing you down. He couldn’t wait. He needed to get his hands on you! His fingers grabbed at your shirt as it dusted ,along with your pants which left you in nothing but underwear, a bra and socks. One of them was a bit sticky with blood but he could care less. Unzipping his pants he shuffled to be between your legs.

Should he wake you up? Nah, you’d probably just whine and whine about something he didn’t care about. He grabbed the lube bottle on the night stand as he squirted some of it onto his cock, stroking up and down. This was so exciting! He’s never taken you while you were sleeping… Pushing your panties to the side he ran two fingers up and down your slit with the lube.

He couldn’t have you being dry it’d feel like shit! You whimpered in your sleep as he continued touching you as he pleased. He shoved a finger in before making it two. They sloshed around your walls while your body writhed in discomfort. Man, he was getting impatient. At least you were getting wetter.

He knew foreplay had to happen because blah blah blah blah blah. Oh you didn’t need that much! You were probably loose from the childbirth you’ll be fine. He pulled his fingers out to watch them glisten in the barely lit room, his PC shining as best as it could. He sucked on them before letting out a throaty moan. Tasted just like he remembered.

Grabbing your ankles he notices how your leg kicked away from him. Aw, your ankle wound was still gushing a little blood! How cute or whatever. He ran his tip up and down your slit before pushing in roughly. This caused your eyes to immediately shoot open as a throaty gasp left your lips. He laughed at your body’s response all the while he’d thrust in.

“Well good morning to you sweetheart! You miss me? Shit.. still tight as a virgin!”

“S-Shigaraki it hurts!”

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he rammed his hips forward before pulling them back. His brutal pace continued while your tears stained your cheeks. It hurt almost like the first time he took you. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the room with your cries. The whole league could probably hear it.

“Oh sweetheart I can’t thank you enough.. because of you we managed to capture Bakugo Katsuki!”

No! You yelp at him pulling your hair as the words settled in. The entire point of that attack was Bakugo? Oh god Bakugo could probably hear you guys, now you wanted nothing more then to shrivel up and die!

“But… Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you would be there? Huh?” A scream erupted from your throat as he gripped your wounded ankle, the blood staining his fingers. “Answer me!”

“I-I didn’t know! Please it hurts!!”

“Didn’t know? Do you think I’m fucking stupid! Liar!”

“Please I swear Shigaraki I couldn’t send anything on time!” Sobs left you as he stared you down with his ruby eyes. You’d never seen him like this. Your body was shaking like a leaf. “They- they told me the day before! I had no time! I was constantly under their supervision!

P-Please…”

With a smile he let go of your leg. All the anger he had displayed disappeared, only love and affection showed now. Peppering small kisses on your skin you sniffle while rubbing the tears away.

“I’m sorry baby, you’ll forgive me right? You know I didn’t mean it.”

He was lying. You could tell he was. You never noticed it before since you were so blinded with love but now it was so evident. He was manipulating you from the start. There was never love behind those eyes, just pure control. You timidly smile before letting your fingers rest against his cheeks.

“Of course Shigaraki!… I-I love you so much..”

“See! You know I was just making sure! I can’t have my favorite girl lying to me.. can I?” You shake your head no as he snickered. “Good good, now where were we?”

It hurt. After the whole argument Shigaraki continued on with what he was doing. His hands had greedily touched you with venom as you tried to block it out. His pace was unforgiving and he hadn’t bothered to make you cum. You had to fake one. Wasn’t as hard as you thought it’d be. After he used you up he cleaned himself and went back out to the bar area.

You felt so ashamed. So used and so guilty. The heroes never wanted to use you like Shigaraki said they did, they wanted to save you. Release you of the pain you put yourself through. And now it was too late. It’s not like you could leave now.

He had you chained down to him for good. Everyone knows you because of him. Your children will be constant reminders of what he’d done. And now you wanted nothing more than to just hold them. Cradle them close to your chest as if letting go would mean they’d be gone forever. You hold your body while humming the lullaby you’d sing them to sleep.

You couldn’t hear the soft steps approaching the room as you mumbled the words and faced the wall. The door creaked open before closing, the pair of feet now inches away from the bed. The person cleared their throat before they sat on the edge. You glanced back tiredly with a frown. Oh, who was this? They smiled at you softly while pushing a strand of hair back.

“I’m Magne! But you can just call me big sis. I’m here to clean you up.”

“Oh. Okay..”

You slowly pulled yourself up as you whimper. Shigaraki left bruising marks on you, and worsened your ankle. She hissed before going to grabs towels from his little bathroom. You shivered while looking down to the sheets.

“Yknow you shouldn’t let him treat you like that.”

“What?..”

“I know he’s practically my boss and everything but it doesn’t excuse him for treating you like shit.” You whimper at the cool feeling of the towel as she presses it to your skin. “You’re supposed to be his girlfriend. Not his punching bag.”

“Well.. I don’t know what he even thinks of me. I love him really I do- but I think he’s just playing with me.”

“Ugh, men. They always take the good ones for granted. You need to stand up to him one day.”

“How? He’s stronger than me. He’d probably just belittle me like he always does..”

“Let him! Don’t let those meaningless words get to you. That’s how you know you’re winning!” The towel rubs on your cheek as your eyes light up. “I noticed he gets mean when he thinks he’s losing so if you just hold your ground he’ll have no choice but to treat you right!”

“You really think so?”

“I know so girl! Kick him in the family jewels if you gotta.”

Her words make you giggle before covering your mouth. She just gave you a toothy smile as she continued cleaning your skin up. You guys chatted and chatted about multiple things while she brushed your hair and helping you pick clothes to change into. She was also definitely a good friend. Someone you would need for your current situation.

“Alright I’ll be waiting at the bar! Just be quick because that asshole needs to be put in his place I swear-“

“Shh! He might hear you hehe!”

You both giggle before she leaves the room. Limping over to the bed you grab the shirt and bring it over your head. Next up was the… skirt. The reason you look at it so distastefully is because the thing practically wasn’t even a skirt. So short it couldn’t even be called a miniskirt. You just click your tongue, bringing it up your legs.

Grabbing the black leg warmers you put them on with caution as to not hurt your foot. Were you seriously expected to walk with this injured leg? Whatever at this point you don’t care. Turning to the nightstand you go to grab your necklace before gasping. Holy shit the necklace! This was yours and Bakugo’s fucking way out!!

“I just wish we could do something to help them.”

“I almost had him. It’s my fault Y/N’s gone too. I didn’t protect her like I should’ve.”

“Todoroki-“

Midoriya’s bracelet buzzed all of a sudden as he looked down at it immediately. You’re trying to talk! His classmates look at him in confusion while he just laughed and smiled.

“What are you laughing at dude? This isn’t funny!”

“No! It’s Y/N! She’s okay! It’s a long story but we can communicate with this!”

Midoriya quickly pressed his bracelet to send a vibration back, which resulted in you pressing it happily.

“Dude seriously?! Ask her if Bakugo is okay!!”

“Ok ok!! B-A-K-U-G-O S-A-F-E??” The room went quiet as they diligently waited for you. Buzzing occurred before Midoriya recited the letters. Thank god you guys managed to study Morse code at the camp in y’all’s free time. “Oh she’s responding! Uhh I-D-K”

“IDK? As in I don’t know? How doesn’t she know!!”

“Hold on she’s still sending letters! Ok uh S-E-P-A-R-A-T-E-D! They have them separated!”

“Shoot..”

“Alright let’s… U O-K-A-Y??” Midoriya just had to ask. With the way things ended that night it was necessary. He was worried about your ankle after all.

‘F-I-N-E F-O-R N-O-W. A-N-K-L-E H-U-R-T.’

“I knew her leg wasn’t alright. What should I ask next?”

“Ask if she knows where they are! Anything to help the police with!”

“Good Idea Iida! L-O-C-A-T-I-O-N?”

‘B-A-R I-D-K W-H-E-R-E’

“She said a bar? But doesn’t know where.”

“Maybe she’s heard them calling it that.”

His bracelet buzzed more as he held it concentrated. This was so nerve wracking. They finally had some sort of relief but it was still scary. Midoriya was afraid you’d get caught and get hurt. Or worse, killed.

‘S-O-S. G-T-G U-P-D-A-T-E L-T-R’

“She’s gotta go shoot! She said she’d update us later.”

“We have to tell All Might!”

“Wait!” They stopped walking to the door when Midoriya yelled out. He looked down nervously before indicating for them to come closer. “Look I.. can’t let anyone know about these. I told her I’d keep it a secret.”

“Midoriya! We need to tell them! It’ll help her if anything!”

“Yeah and she won’t be their prime suspect anymore!”

Right. After the students were escorted to safety and they realized you were missing along with Bakugo, the police labeled you dangerous. No matter what Todoroki and the others told them they still thought you were behind it. Your babies were put in protective custody as they thought the league would try to snatch them next. Once it got out on TV it just became worse. The public practically blamed you for all of it. Some saying they ‘knew you were off’.

Wanted posters of you were plastered everywhere and alerts were put out to report any suspicious woman who looked like you. They were so off about everything that they didn’t realize you were a hostage too. Back at the Hideout you were timidly walking down the hall. It’s been so long since you walked them, such a weird feeling. Reaching the bar you peaked your head through. Relief washed over you immediately seeing Bakugo was fine.

His eyes met yours, growing alert to seeing you a little beaten up. Your legs were out after all which meant he could see the bruises and the bandages peeking threw the leg warmers on your ankle. And you tried so desperately to hide the limp. Didn’t want him to worry anymore. Tomura grabbed you by the neck before bringing you to his lap.

“Well look who finally decided to show up! Jesus why do you take so damn long?”

“ ‘M sorry…”

“Jeez crusty. Can’t you see she’s a little hurt? She limps like some hurt dog.” You feel your lip quiver as you looked down. The black hair man who you’ve been told was Dabi by Magne snickers. “She still managed to get all dolled up too. Be grateful for it before someone else snatches her up.”

“And who the hell would want some used up villian whore? I don’t have to worry for shit.”

“You asshole!-“

“I-it’s fine Bakugo..”

Magne looks at you disappointed. You really wanted to stand up for yourself but with Tomura’s deadly hands on you, you’d rather not speak out. You don’t already trust him after the earlier threats. God forbid he actually kill you. Your hand played anxiously with the necklace as your eyes stayed trained to the floor.

“Who the hell got you that?”

“H-huh?”

“The necklace. Who got it for you sweetheart?”

“U-uhm..” You looked around nervously before looking to Bakugo. If you told Shigaraki Midoriya got it he’d destroy it. So you decided to lie. “It was Bakugo…”

“Ooh really? Why’d you give her a necklace huh?”

You prayed he understood. Because if he didn’t lie right here right now your only source of communication with actual help would be gone. Bakugo scoffed before shutting his eyes.

“So what if I gave her a necklace? You got a problem asshole?”

Oh thank god. Shigaraki hums before caressing your hair. A pained whimper leaves you as his fingers dug into your scalp and pulled you up.

“How cute! You decided to make friends.” You shake your head no but he just nods. It seems his mockery wouldn’t just be in the comfort of his own room. “It’s fine Y/N! I got you a gift after all too.”

“What?..”

“Yeah! Let me go get it for you!”

He rises from the stool he was in and heads into some room. You glanced over to Bakugo worried that his gift would embarrass you. And boy… were you right. You hadn’t seen it yet but by the look on nearly everyone’s face you could see, it wasn’t good. You turned slowly to see Shigaraki with a LEASH in hand. All you could do was stare at it with your jaw dropped.

“Surprise! A pretty leash for my pretty girl!”

“O-Oh!..”

“What the fuck?”

Pink-Momo, Blue-Iida, Green-Deku,

Red-Kiri, White-Shoto

“Midoriya what does the tracker say now?”

“It says Y/N is at this place… But it looks like a shopping center! Dang it did I get scammed?”

“Wait Midoriya- I heard All Might and the police talk about some hidden bar they might be in.. Y/N also said bar in her messages too right?”

“Yeah! She did say it was a bar but didn’t know where.”

“Maybe it’s there then!”

“Well then we have no choice! We must let All Might and the authorities deal with it!”

“Iida! No! We decided to go through with this plan we can’t back out now!”

“Hold on Kirishima.. If my tracker says a different location then yours then that must mean they keep the Nomus in a different place!”

“Which means the press conference is a cover up? They know where both the Nomu are and where the league are. So they obviously plan to surprise them.”

“Exactly that Todoroki.”

“Then, which location do we go to?”

“Look at you! My girl being all obedient with her collar!”

You wanted to bash your skull in more than anything. Here you were sat on the floor like some animal as Shigaraki… caressed your head. It was so embarrassing having Bakugo see and seething that he couldn’t do anything about it. Your ankle hurt like hell too. He’s had you in this uncomfortable position for god knows how long and the pain wasn’t easing on your foot.

At least you’ve been able to communicate with Bakugo. After seeing you secretly pressing on your necklace from time to time he starting blinking to you in Morse code. You didn’t know he knew Morse code but it was good for the moment. You talked back and forth about how help was on the way and he’d be out of here in no time. You’d only say he was being saved because with the way things were looking, you’d never get away. Shigaraki rose from his chair before clasping his hands together.

“Alright, It’s time. Untie Bakugo. If he’s going to be a member then we should treat him as such! Isn’t that right Y/N?”

You nod before you’re being pulled up. A low pained whimper left you as your legs shook. Dabi pushes Twice forward to Bakugo before Twice let out a offended gasp.

“How rude! You’re too kind!”

“You untie him. And have the girl help you.”

You get pushed forward as well, wincing at the pressure on your leg. The both of you help him out as you’d glance to Bakugo every now and then. He had that look in his eyes. He planned to attack you could tell. You mouth no but once Twice finished untying his part, hell broke loose.

“Ah! Ther-“

Bakugo lunged forward with an attack. All you could do was watch in horror, the hit going straight towards Shigaraki. As Bakugo created distance between the league and him he kept you close under one of his arms. The thud of the all too familiar hand falling to the ground sent chills down your spine. Oh no, Shigaraki was gonna be furious.

“Huh.. how interesting.” He bends down to grab the hand before placing it back on his face. “Y/N, keep your fucking dog in check.”

“I’ll kill you asshole! If you want me to listen then get on your knees and beg!”

“Ooh not very hero like is it? Come here Y/N! Kurogiri! Compress! Put the brat to sleep.”

“No!”

The words echoed off the wall as silence consumed the hideout. You gulped nervously, looking at everyone’s reactions. But the one that stuck out the most, was Shigaraki’s furious glare. He goes to open his mouth before sudden knocking occurred. You all look to the door before the words ripped through the air.

“Hello, this is Pizza-La, Camino store.”

The place grew silent as much as everyone’s confusion. But in the blink of an eye, destruction struck. The wall to the building breaks as you yelped. Bakugo shielded you as the debris cleared. It was All Might!

“Kurogiri! Gate!”

Before Kurogiri could conjur up a gate the pro hero Kamui Woods shoot out limbs of wood, trapping the villians. It was going down so fast you could hardly keep track. It almost reminded you of how they first rescued you, just much more chaotic.

“You can’t run anymore, League of Villians!”

The booming words of All Might have you letting out a exhale. Was it finally over? The heroes attention turn to you and Bakugo as All Might walks to you both with the all too familiar smile.

“It’s alright now. You must’ve been scared. You handled it well!”

“I wasn’t scared asshole!”

You laugh a little before feeling a jab at your neck. Shigaraki still had a hold of the leash?! You grab at your neck as Bakugo attempts to help you take it off.

“This is… unsatisfying…”

“Let her go you loser!”

“Where is All for One?”

“Go away… I hate you!”

Out of nowhere grey goop appears from thin air, Nomus coming out of it. You go to curse but feel something thick course up your throat. Oh my god!.. it’s coming out of you!! You immediately start panicking as much as the heroes do. Your teary eyes watch as it happens to the rest of the league, even including Bakugo.

“No!!”

Your vision went black.

“They’re right there!… how do we save them?..”

“We can’t do anything Kirishima!.. Dont you see All for One right there!..”

“Oh my god… Is that a collar on Miss Y/N’s neck!?..”

The five of them were all terrified. They had decided to go where the Nomu were as they thought what you meant was Bakugo and you were at different locations. But to their avail, they were wrong. And now terrified as they were cursed with the presence of All For One. You and Bakugo weren’t doing so good either. Now that they practically considered you both hostages instead of teammates, you were likely to be tied up again.

“Oh Y/N! It’s been too long. How are the children?”

“I-I…”

“Master she’s a traitor! Do something so she learns to behave!”

“Oh we can’t have that Y/N! I welcomed you with open arms and this is how you repay me?”

“W-wait!-“

“Oh but we can’t blame you can we? You’re quirkless trash… it’s in your nature.”

You could feel your stomach churn as the words were thrown ruthlessly at you. In a split second he’s infront of you, his hand gripping your arm tightly. You yell out in pain when you feel something stab into your neck, pumping god knows what into you.

“I’ll fix you up real nice Y/N. Something to make you understand all that I do.” Your body shakes as the pain began to grow unbearable. “I was creating this one just for you. Just so you know who you are in this world.”

“Stop!”

“Oh look who showed up.”

You attempt to look at the booming voice all the while you fought to stay conscious. Your body felt off, different. You couldn’t tell what it was and to be honest you didn’t want to know what it was. But it seemed All for One was finished since he let you go, your body falling to the ground. The tears fell effortlessly from your eyes as your body grew paralyzed. A pair of hands hastily pick you up before screaming out.

“Stay awake! Shit! Back off you extras!”

“Give her back you brat!”

A small whine left your lips, your eyes focusing in on Bakugo.

“You have to let me go… you’ll only get hurt..”

“Like hell I will!” His hand slapped at your face in attempt to keep you from falling unconscious. “You gotta help me fight these guys! Do you want to see your kids again!?”

Your kids… your babies! You feel your body regain its energy before jumping out of his arms. The entire time you were here not once did Shigaraki ask about the babies. What kind of father didn’t care about his children! Bakugo let a smirk land on his face as the both of you got into a fighting stance. Thank god you actually got trained for combat, no more complaining to Aizawa!

“Are you- you can’t fight us! We outnumber you!”

“Watch us crusty!”

“Toga! Magne! Get her!”

You run towards them as Toga throws her knife at you. Quickly dodging it you hit her right on her side, remembering the move Aizawa pulled on you. Before she could regain her composure you threw her onto her back, knocking the air out her lungs. After getting her down you go to handle Magne. She throws punches at you as quickly as you dodge them.

“I hate that we have to fight Y/N! You’d be an amazing friend!”

“I know! But I can’t let you guys hurt him!”

“Can you feel it?”

“What?”

“The quirk! Can you feel it?”

You paused at the fact she stopped throwing hits, her dodging your advances now. You let out a pained yelp…. like a dog. What the fuck? Your head hurt as if it was stabbed. But you would’ve died. You grab at where the blood was leaving you and freeze. Was that…

“Yay! I hit you right on the ear!”

“I’m… a fucking dog! You guys turned me into a dog?!”

“It’s exactly what you are! The mutt we took in that takes everything for granted!”

You find your way back to Bakugo while feeling your heart thump out your chest. This was really happening. You’re a hybrid half human half dog creature! A explosion rips through the air, ice forming soon after. Almost everyone looks up and you’re left dumbfounded. It’s Midoriya and the others!

“Cmon!”

Kirishima yells out. Bakugo signals for you to get on his back before you jump on. Almost immediately Shigaraki goes to stop you guys, but it’s too late. You’re in the air in a matter of seconds! Bakugo getting rid of every obstacle in the way. He smirks to the others as he holds on tightly to Kirishima.

“You crazy bastards!”

“Y-you guys really came!”

“Don’t you worry Miss Y/N! We’d never leave you behind!”

“Oh shit we’re gonna crash!”

You guys all collectively scream before landing roughly. With an oof you tumble off Bakugo and straight up eat concrete.

“Ow! My nose!”

“Crap! Miss Y/N let me help you up!”

“Thank you Kirishima!… God I’m so… t-tired….”

You start stumbling before your vision became splotchy. Their shouts became muffled as you looked at the with half lidded eyes. Maybe you underestimated how much energy was taken from you. Curse the sudden Adrenaline!!

“Stay awake Miss!”

Iida said the words in a frantic frenzy as he shook your shoulders.

“Don’t shake her like that!”

“Oh crap she’s out!”

You passed out. Their futile attempts going unheard of while you slumbered away. The entire time you were knocked out they took turns carrying you on their backs. That was until they managed to get you to the hospital. Which resorted in you being handcuffed to the bed. Midoriya had called practically everyone to the hospital, making the room overflow with back to back banter. As of now the students were arguing with the authorities.

You tried your best to hide yourself under the covers, too ashamed to look at them after what occurred. The second you had woken up you threw up. Which resorted to you seeing yourself in the bathroom mirror and screaming bloody murder. And when they managed to get in they had seen the broken pieces scattered all over the floor, you curled up and crying. You didn’t have too many cuts from the glass but they opted it wasn’t safe if you weren’t handcuffed to the bed.

“Miss Y/N… please… It’s not bad!..”

“I’m a- Dog! I have the ears!- the tail the claws- the godforsaken teeth!”

“You’re a cute little corgi! What’s wrong with dogs?”

“My mother was murdered and mutilated by rabid dogs! That’s what’s wrong with them!”

Everyone immediately shut up at the words that left you. Now they understood why this could be upsetting. Although you weren’t fully a dog and still had a human body, you felt disgusting and betrayed. Shigaraki was the only one you told about that… which meant he told All for One. How could you have been so blind? Of course he was just using you, and now you pay the consequences for being so stupid.

“My… babies. I want to see my babies.”

“I’m afraid we can’t allow that.”

“And why not!”

“Because we still don’t know if you’re a threat or not. We don’t know how the League found out about the camp. And you suspiciously were there.”

You stare at them with the most ‘are you fucking serious’ look. You were… SUSPICIOUSLY THERE? Like as if they didn’t make you go? Like as if you didn’t protest and come up with countless excuses? Okay maybe Shigaraki was right about one thing and that was that Heroes were stupid. You huffed and turned your back to them, pulling the blanket to cover you again.

“Just- leave. I’m not up to putting up a fight so leave.”

They eventually did leave you alone, letting you bask in the silence. Although it wasn’t all so bad! Your nurse was always talkative and gossiped with you. She was a bit of an airhead but it was nice she didn’t treat you differently. When you were released they allowed timed visitations with your children. You were trapped in a fixed schedule yet again.

But this was much more harsher. You weren’t allowed a phone, limited TV channels, only going out to certain locations and the worse of them all. You had to live in the new UA dorms with the kids. You couldn’t even protest, the words always catching in your throat when they spoke to you. Simple curt nods or small no’s. Although your room was a tad bigger than the usual dorms you felt suffocated.

You lived in that building alone for such a short time, yet you were going mental. Whatever the pro heroes think was helping was making you go all the more insane. Only thing you looked forward to was the doctor visits to see how your body was adjusting to a quirk. They didn’t allow the pro heroes in the room for privacy reasons.

“How have you been Ma’am? Anything different happen since last Thursday?”

“U-uhm I’ve been feeling nauseous?.. Morning sickness but I think it might just be food poisoning!”

“Hmmm” The doctor scribbles on his clipboard before looking up to you. “Can you provide a urine sample?”

“Why? If I may ask-“

“You had unprotected sex with Tomura Shigaraki right? In your first hospital report since you’ve been back they found semen remains. It’s better to be safe then sorry. But maybe we should do blood tests…. They can determine pregnancy faster then Urine tests do.”

“I-I can do both. If that helps.”

“Great! The nurse will take you to the bathroom after we get your blood.”

You nod, agreeing to his words. After the blood was taken from your arm your old nurse came in to guide you to the bathroom. The entire way there she gossiped with you about coworker drama.

“Oh and then it’s said Doctor Koshi sleeps with all his assistants! That’s why they have him on some leave right now…”

You pat her arm gently as you offered a soft smile.

“Well as interesting as that sounds I have to pee now. Tell me more later!”

She nods swiftly before giving you the cup to pee in. The second you finished up and open the door you see your nurse being chatted up by Midnight. She looks over to you as you walked over. What was she doing here? She should be waiting in the common area.

“What’s the sample for?”

“You don’t have to answer that.” Thankfully your doctor came to your rescue as he walked up the three of you. “Patients don’t have to disclose that unless they’re a minor. Which she isn’t.”

“Is it so wrong to want to know?”

“Just tests. All I can say legally. Cmon Miss L/N. And you can follow the nurse back to the common room.”

You follow him like a lost puppy back to the room before plopping back onto the bed. He sighs while rubbing his temples.

“So we sent your urine off with the nurse and your blood results should be coming any second.”

“Great.”

Silence enveloped the room before he spoke up again.

“What will you do.”

“What?”

“If you’re pregnant. What will you do? Like decide i mean.”

“Uhhh..” You start thinking to yourself. What will you do? Would the Heroes make you get rid of it? Gulping you looked to him with worried eyes. “If I decided to keep it… they can’t force me to abort it right?”

He almost seemed stunned by your question before shaking his head no. You exhale with relief, happy you still had that choice. A knock erupts the silence as the nurse comes in with results. She hands them to the doctor before leaving swiftly. He scanned them quickly, leaving you nervous all the more.

“Positive.” The words ring through your ears as your heart thumped. It made you feel all the more nauseous before nodding. “You gonna tell them?”

“D-do I have to?”

“If you feel it’s safer to tell them later on in the pregnancy you can. I have to go with what you want.”

“Okay… then it’ll be a secret?”

“Yeah you can put it that way. I’ll prescribe you some vitamins and tell them to lay off the training.”

“Won’t they get suspicious?”

“I’ll say it’s destroying your body. Does that help?”

You nod before grabbing your purse. On the way back to the common area he told you foods to stay away from and gave you any notes that they’d probably want. He opens the door to the common area, seeing the heroes you came with. It’s hard to hide how sad you get, but then again when was it ever easy to hide? The Doctor cleared his throat before walking up to the heroes.

“How exactly are you treating Miss L/N?”

“What do you mean?” Aizawa perks up as you come closer. “Is there something new?”

“I’m talking about this training she speaks about. The diet, the sleep schedule, the everything.”

“We have her maintaining a healthy lifestyle. So for when she’s on her own, she knows how to live.”

“I believe my patient here was human before the incident correct?” They all nod confused before he crosses his arms. “That’s right so you know what that means? It means she knows how to eat and sleep and exercise on her own.”

“Right but-“

“It’s killing her body. All the constant battering you guys are giving to her body is destroying it.”

Oh shoot you didn’t know he was gonna lie directly to their faces! Looking away from their gaze you tapped your feet to keep yourself distracted. All Might just pats your shoulder before speaking up.

“What about the quirk? Is it hurting her too?”

“The quirk is speeding up the process. If what you guys were doing was hurting her body, then the quirk is just gonna make things quicker.”

“So.. what do we do?”

“I gave Miss L/N some notes that you can go over. I need her to get as much rest as possible, foods have to be high in calories and protein, sunlight is good take her out for walks, and just maybe listen to her.”

“It almost sounds like she’s pregnant.”

Endeavor speaks up. God damn it that god forsaken dumpster fire! You and your doctor sneak a quick glance to each other before smiling.

“I assure you she’s not haha. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go. See you Thursday Miss L/N.”

You wave goodbye as you all journey to the car. Endeavor driving, Midnight in the passenger seat, and you, Aizawa, and All Might in the back. You were always put in the middle because they thought you’d jump out. As they conversed about the Doctor’s expectations you got lost in deep thought. Was this also Shigaraki’s intentions? He hasn’t sent a letter explaining how angry he was, so did he decide to leave you alone?

“Y/N!”

“O-oh! Yes sorry?”

“We were asking if you wanted to get food.”

“Really?” You looked to all of them, surprised they were all so quick to listen to what the doctor said. “Me and the students can always just make food!”

“No it’s fine really. What have you been craving?”

“Well…”

“PIZZAAAA!!”

You yell out the words with glee as you entered the dormitory. Almost everyone turned to the sound of you all chipper. Denki and Mina squealed, coming at you hot.

“Oh god this is just what I needed!”

“Miss Y/N you’re my hero!”

“Haha! Everyone dig in! I managed to convince them to get a couple for all of us to share!”

“Share?” Iida perked you at the word. He fixed his glasses before staring at you with curiosity. “But don’t they have you on a strict diet ma’am?”

“Oh I don’t follow it anymore! Doctor said it was killing my body so!- can’t do it!”

Your words mostly came out muffled as you and many of the students stuffed your face with the pizza. He just stood there absolutely confused before finding his own seat and began eating. This was just what you needed, a whole bunch of carbs and freedom! As the area lit up with laughter you felt the weight lift off your shoulders.

“Night Miss Y/N!”

“Goodnight Uraraka!”

Shutting the door you’re enveloped in silence. Oh such sweet silence. You’re quick to lay down on your bed, just staring at the ceiling as the moonlight shines in. You hum softly while holding your stomach. Another baby, another blessing. A smile graced your lips before laughing softly.

“I’ll protect you… my sweet Angel.”

Notes: I don’t hate Shigaraki but this felt right.. If I make a part 3 it’d probably have his redemption! I swear that man can rip me apart and I’d still stay.

[artemisia-black]

I was browsing your Sirius tag for therapy and I have some quick thoughts about Sirius and lewd jokes:

There’s a high chance Sirius was raised with the policy of “private life stays behind closed doors.” I think that’s a lesson he did adapt (ie: to Harry, “Nevermind me, what about you?”).

And his Kreacher snogging his mom’s trousers quip is pretty mild. I also don’t think he’d go as lewd as the fandom likes to portray. I can see sly quips with a significant other something along the lines of “Why are you asking me if it’s alright for you to walk around the house shirtless/in a bra? Of course I don’t mind 😏”

Or if Sirius decides to give into his significant other caring for him when sick, he might be a smart ass and request they wear something on the risqué side. Not like, full sexy nurse getup, but like form fitting robes that show some cleavage or something like that- but when it’s just the two of them.

And that’s the key- just the two of them. On top of all of this, I think he’d make sure his partner was entertained by any jokes like that. He’d want to “know his audience,” so to speak.

I can also see him making only subtle lewd jokes with the other Marauders if the subject seemed ripe for one - but really, with only James when they’re joking around. Especially since I can see Peter going crass and Sirius getting disgusted and Remus being too uptight for such a thing .

Side note on muggle clothes: I can see Sirius and James etc actually wouldn’t be wearing a lot of muggle clothes until the war- they’d need to know how to blend in for stealth if they’re trying to stop an attack. Muggles wouldn’t think anything of a pair of teenage hooligans wearing shirts with the Phoenix emblazoned on them- to them, they’d look normal. To wizards that are familiar with the concept of the Order, they’d think they were being arrogant dumbasses

I completly agree. On occasion, I have him make a crude joke. It's to someone he trusts, and it's never directed at them.

In Dog and Deer, I have him say:

"In any case," he continued, "I think they should be grateful that Regulus has found an actual human to speak to; maybe it'll stop him from spending his evenings whispering sweet nothings into our mother's knicker drawer."

But this is him attempting to cover up the fact that he's deeply hurt and his attempt to appear flippant.

I also agree that he's actually quite a private person when it comes to his emotions. He definitely isn't someone who airs his dirty laundry (hence retreating when his emotions get bad).

Also re the clothing: other than the Elvdendork prequel, he's never described as wearing muggle clothes. I also find it interesting that despite being cooped up in Grimmauld and his hygiene taking a dive, he's never described wearing Pajamas, or anything overly informal.

[valentiyne]

love song ❀ luke hemmings

ExBf!Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Liquor, Karaoke, and Mixed feelings. Warnings: Swearing & No Happy Ending Word Count: 1.5k (not proofread) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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"What the fuck even is a dive bar?"

"According to Google, it's typically a small drinking establishment with cheap ass drinks", Alyssa giggles softly, holding her phone up to show me the screen before proceeding, "It may also feature dim lighting, neon signs, and loads of hot guys"

"It definitely does not say that last part, Lyss", Letting out a breathless loud, I follow close behind her as she leads us hand-in-hand towards the queue for the bar.

"Okay Okay, it doesn't but that doesn't mean it's not true", she nudges me softly with her shoulder before slinging her purse around, fumbling around with it before pulling out our IDs.

"I don't even want to be here, how did you manage to drag me here." I groan dramatically, looking up at the bouncer with pleading eyes.

"Y/n, you've been cooped up in the house since you and Lu-", The bouncer thankfully cuts her off by handing our IDs back with a grumble.

It wasn't unusual for us two to be spending a Saturday night at some cheap bar, the excuse being it was the only day off we shared.

We were let in pretty quickly, taking note of all the decor loosely hung up and the small crowd of people near the bar.

"Fuck it's hot in here, let's grab something to drink ya?", Alyssa exclaims, touching her forehead to earn a giggle from me.

"You don't have to tell me twice", We both walk, arms interlinked, through the maze of people at the bar. Once a few steps away, she lets go of my arm to nudge herself in between two guys to order herself something. I follow her lead, positioning myself behind a man and squeezing up towards him.

Just as I manage to step right behind him, he quickly turns around and takes a step forward- our bodies colliding and his drink spilling forward and down my shirt.

"Shit- I'm sorry. Are you alright?" I'm met with apologetic green eyes peering down at me and I let out a breathless laugh.

"I haven't even been here 15 seconds and I already have to go home", I shout over the music, tugging at the shirt to keep the cold material from clinging to my skin.

The guy sets the empty cup on a trash can and grasps his hands onto my shoulder, leading me through the maze of people and towards a less crowded corner.

"I feel horrible, I'm sorry!", he apologizes again, looking down to see the ruined shirt I now wore proudly.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that-"

"What? No! I shouldn't have spun around so fast- I was waiting to order for so long and as soon as I got my drink-", Rambling on, the guy runs his hand through his hair and I nod in return.

He points to the makeshift stage behind us, "Do you know who's playing tonight?" I give a mere shrug and begin fanning at my shirt, hoping it will dry in enough time to meet back up with Alyssa.

"Heard it's some shitty band- bar picked it out", He laughs now and walks towards a small table in front of the stage, motioning for me to sit with him. I sit in front of him, facing the stage as his back is turned towards it. We both attempt small talk, pretending I don't see Alyssa sitting behind us rolling her eyes at every misogynistic comment the guy before me makes.

The lights begin to dim, allowing us to snap our attention to the stage as a few strobe lights turn on. I can hear the familiar sound of "Love Song" by the Cure begins and I cringe to myself. I could feel the recognizable pain in the back of my throat and the excruciating knot in my chest as I watched a familiar set of four bodies waltz across the stage, dressed in all silk and latex. I tore my eyes from the sight and back down at my "date" in front of me with a fake smile.

"Get a load of these idiots," He scoffs and points behind his shoulder as my idiots wrap their instruments around themselves, Ashton clicking his drumsticks against each other.

I looked back up and locked eyes with heaven.

His blue eyes looked back at me with a devilish smirk, his guitar resting against his stomach as he played the first chords of the song.

"Whenever I'm alone with you", Calum's voice began, his fingers working the strings on his bass.

"You make me feel like I'm fucking home again," Luke's voice rasps out, picking up the next verse on his own.

I could feel Alyssa's eyes burning into the back of my head, mentally picturing her with her hands up to her mouth in shock.

The boy's foreheads glistened as they sang the song, Luke's grip on the mic was so tight that his knuckles were turning different shades. I cover my eyes in embarrassment, pretending I was swallowed up by the earth and was no longer in present time.

I was tempted to cover my eyes the rest of the night as Luke walked towards the edge of the stage, wrapping the chord from the microphone around his wrists. He used his free hand to slick his hair back and lean forward, his eyes locked on mine for a moment before I was the one to tear my eyes away.

"How ever far away," Calum starts, his bass loud enough to cause the room to vibrate. The small crowd was cheering at the boys- something I knew they weren't used to seeing. They sold out shows every other week, but here they are playing in a small bar that I just so happened was at.

"I will always love you."

The words wrapped around my head, over and over as I abruptly stood up and walked away from the table.

"I will always love you."

I pushed my way through the crowd of people, whose aroma was filling the air with arousal and liquor. Scurrying my way down the dark hallway, I pushed against the bathroom door and let out a shaky breath.

The door opens behind me, making my stomach drop and nerves shake. My head snaps to the door, semi-relieved once I spot him. His eyes landed on mine, his head barely around the door as he freezes and reads my startled look.

"It's just me", He states the obvious, his hands up defensively as he enters.

"I know, that's why I'm startled", I nervously laugh and turn back towards the mirror.

The silence is almost deafening, the occasional drip from the faucet in front of me and the muffled music down the hall. The lights in the bathroom made me feel nauseous, the blue hue making my head spin as I try and focus on the man in front of me now.

"Why are you here, Luke."

He lets the door close fully before clearing his throat, "I'm preforming... And you ran out before we finished-"

"No why are you in here." I rephrase.

He gives a puzzled look before putting it together in his head, "I didn't know you moved on so fast", His words are jumbled as he speaks as fast as he can.

I wanted to laugh, maybe it would soothe his nerves but instead I turn to face him now.

"That guy? No he's a total douche- started the night by spilling a drink on me and then proceeded to call you guys a bunch of idiots"

His face softens, almost in complete relief before he quirks an eyebrow at me. "The only person in the world who can call the band a bunch of idiots is you." He takes a cautious step forward, his hand reaching out to grab mine.

My hand recoils quickly, pulling it up defensively with a frown, "Luke we can't do this again, we can't chase each other hoping for this time to be different than the other hundred chances", I sigh and look up at the ceiling. The lighting in the bathroom made me nauseous, the blue hue was sickening.

"I know, I just think we should tr-"

"Y/n?" Alyssa's voice rang out from the other side of the door, knocking a few times.

"I should go," I start, shrugging softly while I adjust my shirt on my body. He nods in return, motioning for me to walk in front of him.

A small part of me wanted him to tell me not to go, and to actually fight for us. Unfortunately, I think we are well past that.

"I hope you get everything you want and more, Luke.", I start while swinging the door open to reveal a shocked Alyssa on the other side, "And I hope I'm not around to see it."

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hey do you guys have any fics where Klaine are spies or like criminal master minds? Or separately maybe like a mafia story but where they BOTH come from mafia families? I don't know I'm in a bad ass klaine mood. Thanks!

Here's a list of various fics. ~Jen

Here is our mafia tag.

And of course this one!

A Mafia Romance by @yadivagirl [WIP]​

Blaine is the son of a powerful crime boss. He has no intentions of joining the family business, especially since he finally has a gorgeous boyfriend named Kurt, but everyone else has other ideas. When Kurt gets caught in the middle, Blaine’s true nature is unleashed. Like father, like son. Dark!Blaine. Features sex, violence, drug references, and heavy BDSM themes.

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An Unrefuseable Offer by Aki and Tenshi

Mafia AU. Blaine is a jaded crime lord interested in Kurt, a singer at a speakeasy. Kurt is desperate to take care of his ill father. Blaine makes Kurt an offer, trade himself for Blaine’s money and influence to get Burt the best medical care. And then there’s Sebastian, who runs a rival mob. Angst, drama, and a dark, kinda romantic story

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A Dangerous Game by dreamcatcher (darcangell23)

The year is 1924 and Blaine Anderson, son of the most notorious mafia boss in the east, has gone to his favorite speakeasy where he sees Kurt for the first time. It’s got to be love at first sight but falling for a mafia baby so a dangerous game to play. But is Kurt exactly who Blaine thinks he is? 

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Spy fic:

Trigger Warning by @inkystars (on tumblr)

Blaine Anderson is one of the top international spies in the world, but is very insistant upon keeping his husband, Kurt Hummel, in the dark about that matter. Which ends up being a bit of a problem when Kurt is kidnapped

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Criminal Klaine -

An Unwritten Life by GlassParade

An adaptation of the movie “The Brothers Bloom” – Blaine and Cooper are brothers and con artists, committing crimes worldwide with explosives expert Santana in tow. But Blaine wants out of the life, while Cooper wants to pull off one last con – and for his mark, he’s selected reclusive automotive heir Kurt Hummel. With Coop’s promise to finally let him go in hand, Blaine sets the hook and reels Kurt into a madcap global adventure in lies, violence, death…and love.

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An Honest Man by BlurglesmurfKlaine @jinglejavey

For nearly the past decade, Kurt Hummel and his best friend Rachel Berry have made their living swindling unsuspecting bachelors. Which proves to be pretty easy on his conscience, considering he doesn’t believe in love anymore. As they always say: “You can’t con an honest man... Good thing they don’t exist.” But their mark for their last con before they go their separate ways—Blaine Anderson—may just prove otherwise, and restore Kurt’s faith in love in the process.

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FBI/criminal:

Catch Me If You Can by @afterthenovels

In the end, catching Kurt Hummel is definitely not what Blaine expected.

Special Agent Blaine Anderson catches con-man and art thief extraordinaire Kurt Hummel twice, and on the second time they strike a deal. They’re supposed to just solve white collar crimes together, but they might even end up solving each other in the process.

A White Collar AU.

Note: There are 9 more stories in this verse HERE.

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In Spite of all the Darkness by wishesonfallenstars

When the bodies of teenage girls start appearing next to dumpsters over New York City, the NYPD calls in the FBI. Because Serial Killers are always stopped easier when there’s experienced back up on speed-dial, and with bodies starting to pile up, they need to move fast. (warnings inside)

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Hidden in the Deep by LauGS @heartsmadeofbooks

Kurt Hummel’s only concern was getting the perfect role in the perfect Broadway show. But when one night he witnesses a real nightmare, Kurt’s focus shifts from saving his career to saving something much more important: his own life.

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Mr Congeniality by ifinallyfoundsomeone

Miss. Congeniality!AU

Bomb threats are being sent to the newly made Mr. America pageant and FBI Agent Blaine Anderson has taken up the position of being an undercover agent to save the pageant. With some extreme grooming and guidance from his pageant consultant, Blaine infiltrates the world of Men’s pageants. Making some interesting friends, and maybe he even winning the heart of his slave driver pageant consultant, the gorgeous and fascinating, Kurt Hummel.

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