#didn't help that I decided to go church pick this run for the first time so I was underlevel

[nny11writes]

Some fun Bloodborne trivia for you all that I saw on a video earlier today.

[cry-ptidd]

Always been a bit confused on Laura past, you hint here and there, something about a nunnery and how that made despise God and the church. So, what exactly happened to her to make the way she did. Also was Hans the one who bit her or some other werewolf?

Alright, I do realize most people might not be aware of her story considering I never really made a post about it and I deleted the fic of her backstory bc I didn't like it, so I'll summarize it here!

And no, she wasn't bitten by Hans. She is older than him by half a century or so

Laura's backstory/timeline masterpost

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1735 - Human life:

Laura is the eldest daughter of Jean Chastel and Anne Charbonnier. She was born in Gévaudan (now in the department of Haute-Loire) on the 24th of December 1735.

She was her father's favorite child, due to her and her mother surviving a difficult birth. This also led to her mother putting her a bit aside considering her father doted on her "like a son", taught her to read and write, and allowed her to not marry due to her disinterest in men (they both just thought she was chaste because of religion) and work with him in the fields, at the inn and other places. She learned French and Occitan.

Laura was brought up catholic, as most people in 18th century France, but she was particularly devout and religious. She was teased as a child for it, spending a lot of time in church and confessionals, which didn't help because her father didn't have the best reputation (he was nicknamed "de la masca", Occitan for "of the witch".) She started to pick up on Latin, though it was extremely rudimentary. Her overly religious attitude annoyed her own family sometimes, and their lack of emotional support led her to become a bit naive and confide a lot in religious authority figures.

She was an extremely diligent girl, always making sure her chores were finished and her work wasn't interrupted. That led to her sometimes putting her own health at risk in harsh winters, or disregarding people's warnings.

1758 - Bite:

Early spring of 1758; Laura was 22 when she was herding cattle near a clearing. She ignored the warning of the other villagers of wolf sightings, because the attacks were rare and she had a cattledog with her anyway. However, it turns out the villagers were right - safe for a few details.

Laura was attacked by a feral werewolf that scratched her stomach and bit her on the forearm after she put it up to not let it tear her throat out. A few of the village men were alerted by the commotion of her yells, the dog and cattle, and they managed to drive the werewolf off before it could devour her.

Sadly, she was now infected, and it showed, when in the next two weeks she was writhing in agony at the transformation that somehow healed her wounds and left big, ugly scars. People were starting to be afraid, wondering what the hell was going on. Her father was running around trying to find doctors with what money he had. Most locals dismissed the idea of a werewolf and thought she just had rabies, but the symptoms picked up by the doctors didn't support that hypothesis. Laura herself was going through it, spending hours upon hours of praying and reciting scripture and reading the Bible in hopes of a cure. The locals started to treat it as something you shouldn't talk about, considering how odd and ugly the details were, and people were avoiding the building where she was kept.

After about a month of very painful confusion, after her condition started to appear more supernatural than medical, Jean decided 'fuck it' and stuffed her in a carriage with a couple other men, before bringing her to a remote abbey.

1758 - The abbey:

Laura was brought to a remote Benedictine monastery, where 12 monks resided. She was welcomed at first, with suspicion of demonic possession, and given a room in the sub-level of the abbey.

Exorcism and purification rituals were routine, as well as the already implemented practices of the abbey. Laura was very willing to go with all of it, putting her trust in them, especially considering her awful mental state at that point.

However, about six months in, one of the men there went to her room at night and assaulted her. The others were alerted because of the commotion during imposed hours of silence. When they were found out, though, she was the one blamed for "seducing" the monk, because he was one of the "most devout" of them. A small scuffle ensued, and the abbot decided to give them both a "pardon" as long as they did a bit more service as penance, since they were "both in the wrong". After this, her relationship with the monks soured more and more.

The exorcisms stopped after a year in or so, since they saw no signs of improvement (and judged her no threat). She was however to stay at the monastery for the safety of others. Laura felt terribly alone, considering not only the fact that the abuse continued in secret but also that she was treated as basically a feral dog to be wary of, and just being a lost young woman surrounded by men that started to look at her with contempt. She considered escaping several times in her stay; however, each time she was either caught trying to sneak out or was too scared to go with it, fearing judgement from God for disobedience.

The abuse became well known some years in, but once again no one did anything, either being told by the abbot to keep it down and not talk about filth within the house of God, or spoken about by a handful of the men who took advantage of her fear and silence to vent out their frustrations. Their initial duty towards her was basically brushed aside and discarded, and they kept her around and subjugated for fear of her condition. Her lack of menstruation and fertility (because of the lycanthropy) were also attributed to her being a "wicked creature", that she needed to stay in here to be forgiven by God, or else her resistance to holy cleansing would be noticed by the Lord.

This went on for years. 6 years, 5 months and 13 days to be exact, of Laura begging for God's help and mercy, which at first was her begging for a cure to her condition so she'd be in His graces again, to her wanting it just so she could escape the abbey, to eventually praying for the monks not to hurt her anymore or at least lose interest, to her just begging to die because she was so afraid and hungry from not getting any of the meat that her body demanded (of course, she couldn't die of starvation or sickness, thanks to regeneration). Her biggest fear was that she was beginning to doubt God. Her faith in the monks was completely dead by the fifth year, but she was also starting to doubt anyone would save her. She also started to despise her father for bringing her here in the first place.

This all culminated to one night, after the monastery doors were closed, when one of the monks had just finished his little "escapade" in her room. He was about to get out and she got up, barely dressed and dirty, and started to call him out. He slapped and started to berate her, but she didn't listen, and jumped at him. His screams and pleas were ignored, because the others learned not to mind them. She devoured him, and all her pent up rage and fear turned into bloodlust, as she mauled each one of them and devoured them like cattle. Nothing but scraps of bone were left by the morning. This is when she got enough strength for her first transformation. By now, her fear of God turned into sheer resentment, spite and hatred, and she felt no apprehension at disobeying Him- in fact, she was going to do it on purpose, because He can go fuck Himself for not helping a helpless, desperate girl that was suffering right under His nose by His own men, especially when Laura had been such a devout Christian for so long.

1765 - Escape, start of the killings:

Laura broke out of the abbey in her wolf form, embracing her anger completely (for lack of any other emotion that served any purpose other than wanting to let herself die). She ventured out until she found civilization (eating a few travelers on the way), and found a young girl, Marie-Jeanne Valet, herding cows. She wanted to be discreet, but the reminder of her own human self (that she came to despise), and lunged at her. However Laura was driven off by the girl who managed to wound her with a homemade spear she was carrying to defend herself from the other wolf stalking the area (the same one that bit Laura). This drove Laura off, and what officially sparked the start of the hysteria.

Laura never transformed back into a human form for the duration of the terror. About a hundred deaths were attributed to her, but she killed way more in actuality.

In September 1765, Marie-Jeanne's recount of the attack and the subsequent hysteria reached the ears of the king, who sent one of his hunters, François Antoine, to kill the beast with his soldiers. However, they only killed the other werewolf in the area, which left Laura without a rival for food and did not stop the slaughter.

Battues and hunts were routine by now. Laura relished in outsmarting/overpowering each faction sent after her, starting to kill out of spite rather than food, picking off the weak and vulnerable and taunting the hunters by shrugging off their bullets like it was nothing, and her skin was starting to go from toughened to just impenetrable. Some preachers were talking about how the beast was a sign of the end of times, or how it's a punishment sent by God, and it made her so mad to be affiliated to Him that she ate those guys in broad daylight.

1767 - end of the terror:

This continued until the 19th of June 1767, when Jean Chastel took the head of a hunt for the beast, accompanied by a few men and their hounds.

It was three days of stalking and tracing, with a few bodies the beast left uneaten specifically to taunt them, until they stumbled on her in a clearing.

Laura mauled two of the hunters accompanying Chastel. Jean, however, had noted that normal weapons didn't seem to do much damage to it. So, a week prior, he had melted a silver medallion of the Virgin Mary into a mullet for his rifle. While the beast prepared to turn around and attack him, he cocked his rifle, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The bullet went through its left shoulder and out the chest; its howl resonated through the forest when it fell, and the hunting hounds were quick to attack as it limped off. Jean got a good look in the beast's eyes when he shot it, and familiarity washed over him- a feeling that would haunt him on his deathbed.

Laura, on the other hand, limped off into the forest and turned back into a woman for the first time in a couple years. Her heart had been shot out by the silver, and she was severely wounded; by all accounts she should've died, since silver is the one thing werewolves are weak to.

But somehow, she didn't, either out of sheer spite and stubbornness or because of a twisted joke by the universe.

Records of a "Laura Chastel" were scrapped from the archives on Jean's own request, likely out of guilt, and the more supernatural elements of the attacks were dismissed as rumors of scared, superstitious crowds.

1769 to 1995 - pre-Hellsing:

It took Laura over a year to properly recover her strength. This attack had not only done her body grievous damage, but also her psyche, at seeing her own father be the one to attempt and kill her- she already resented him, but it added a whole new layer of damage.

This also knocked her anger and arrogance down a couple of pegs. She had grown too greedy and reckless, and retaliation had been inevitable, which is a lesson she learned from that.

So, she grew more discreet and learned to be a proper wild animal - stay out of sight, snatch your prey, leave the area, stalk the shadows.

During the French Revolution, she recovered a lot of strength, due to eating and stealing the dumped bodies of those executed by the revolutionaries. She didn't care for the ideology or the impact on civilization at all, considering she grew to dislike humans and see them as her natural enemies/predators, but she did enjoy the chaos because it took any attention off her.

Her early years were more of her staying in the wilderness, only approaching humans either to eat, or to take her boredom off by seducing women - which she got better at doing overtime.

Late 19th and early 20th century she had started to come closer to civilization. She picked up a penchant for drinking, despite not being able to get drunk, and was often seen as a strange, shady homeless woman. In towns, she would pretend to be passed out in lone alleys to attract men and get a quick snack. She would also sometimes seduce women just to use their showers for warm water or get some clothes.

In ww2, she didn't do much out of her routine. During the invasion of France, she didn't care much for what was happening, but grew quite annoyed with the invading forces. She ate quite a lot of nazis, especially those camping in forest areas or those that came to bother her when she was in town, and made sure to avoid getting attention drawn to her. Most of the deaths were attributed to local resistance.

1995 - Battle against Alucard and invitation to Hellsing:

in the early spring of 1995, Laura had made the mistake of leaving the corpses of two British hikers in a place where they could be found, and another one of killing a Protestant pastor. The affair reached Hellsing, who saw the hints of possible supernatural threat in the case.

Alucard was sent to the town where the pastor had been killed, to investigate. Laura sensed the danger from miles away (a bit of a given, he has a freaky aura), and tried to lose him in the crowd. After failing and seeing him keep up the trial, she lured him out into the woods where they wouldn't be disturbed.

The fight started at around 11pm, in the middle of the woods. Laura knew he wasn't a normal person at first sight of course, but she didn't know the extent of Alucard's powers or of Hellsing at all. She had dealt with a few vampires that infringed on her territory already, but they were easy game, so she just opted to tear his head off and be done with it. Alucard, being the asshole gentleman he is, humored her and let her tear him to shreds to give her false hope and then reform as if nothing had happened. Laura was kinda freaked out by this when he did, but the shock quickly wore off because it just began to piss her off.

The real fight started when he pulled out the Casull. Laura knows silver is her weakness, and even if she grew somewhat of a mild resistance over the years she's not one to experiment. Alucard was starting to get interested after the first thirty minutes of her holding her own against him. He taunted her the entire time of course, but he grew more and more intrigued because of how fun she was to fight, and her abilities were obviously above any average werewolf. When she transformed, it was double the excitement because now he gets to brawl with a kaiju.

The fight went on for hours. Dawn was approaching when they were both starting to tire, and Alucard decided to end it. After many efforts, he aligned the gun and shot her straight in the heart, making her fall mid-attack and transform back into a human.

She was writhing in agony on the floor, literally clinging to life with teeth and nails, and Alucard started to approach her. He admitted to a good fight, and did his whole speech thing after he beats an opponent he likes, but his bravado was interrupted when she grabbed onto his leg to hoist herself up. He was surprised into silence for a moment, seeing the fire in her eyes, not only that but seeing her alive, because she's not going to get killed by this asshole, not now, not ever, and God help her if she allows him to harm her like this-

Alucard caught her when she lost consciousness, seeing her still not die despite the gaping hole where her heart should be. He pauses, and decides this is just too interesting an opportunity to pass up.

1995-1999 - pre-canon:

Laura woke up three days after in one of the guest bedrooms in the mansion, cleaned, tended and dressed in one of Alucard's shirts. Speaking of, he was sitting in the room waiting for her to wake up, like he did with Seras.

Laura was confused out of her mind, and thought she actually died because no fucking way. A brief verbal scuffle ensued (mostly on Laura's end), before he left the room to report to Integra, and also to tell her he drank Laura's blood to access her memories, just to make sure she wasn't affiliated with Millenium or anything related, considering the last time he saw a werewolf was the Captain, and instead found a goldmine of information on werewolves and the mystery of the beast of Gévaudan, and considered it would be a great new addition to Hellsing's arsenal. He had left Laura in the room alone, assuming she was too weak to do anything.

She wasn't, apparently, because Walter came in a dozen minutes later to say he had to wire her up after she tried to escape again and almost mauled one of the guards (but ultimately left no injury).

Integra was pissed, so she went to have a little chat. Laura said she'd comply if Walter and Alucard left, leaving them face to face.

Integra explained her situation, who she was and what was going to happen. Basically, Laura had two choices: either she joins and swears her civility in the organization, or Alucard finishes her off after they gather what information they need from her body. Laura was kind of pissed at being put between a rock and a hard place, but Integra also promised, if she were to choose the former and be obedient, to ensure her safety and protection, as well as feeding and clothing her. The added bonus that her bodily autonomy would be respected and that their rival is the Catholic Church is what tipped the scales.

Laura accepted to join, and a few weeks later she was assigned the role of a maid. Integra had to report her existence to her superiors, of course, but decided to keep her a secret from her enemies, so she gave her a seemingly inconspicuous position. It also helped because Laura, due to her trauma in the abbey, has trouble staying inside or being stuck in rooms without doing anything, and it occupies her because she's already pretty good at cooking and cleaning from helping her father out at his inn some two centuries ago. Integra had given her a small silver cross to wear, an artifact made by Van Helsing from melted medallions of St. Patrick, that acted as a much weaker version of Alucard's seals.

This was the start of her life at Hellsing, that she actually grew to somewhat appreciate because of not having to worry for survival every day. She started out as cold and hostile, but eventually allowed Integra and Walter to come a bit closer to her. She sees Walter as a pretty alright man since he knows not to push her and is very respectful, and she grew more and more intrigued by Integra as a person, which resulted in (quite unhealthy) romantic feelings towards her for the simple reason that Integra treats her as a living thing. The cross also became more of a decoration than anything over time.

She mostly takes care of the mansion, but sometimes can go out and decimate some ghouls for enrichment. Anyone that tries to break in and manages to get past the guards also finds themselves face to face with her.

By now she is only loyal to Integra (not even the organization, only because Integra is there) and obeys her because of her own willingness and feelings, and Walter is maybe her favorite coworker. She sees Alucard as a bothersome fellow fucked up creature, and still hasn't forgiven him for drinking her blood without her consent but overall tolerates him most of the time. Seras is a new addition; Laura sees her as a very naive and inexperienced girl, and maybe underestimates and infantilizes her a bit, but overall doesn't mind her presence. She despises the Iscariot with no exception, and Millenium by default.

That brings her to the current timeline, let's hope nothing bad happens.

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [26]

chapter twenty-six, act three: so far (it's alright)

masterlist

April 14th 2015

Tommie sheds her jacket as she enters the bar she’s supposed to be meeting Caleb and his friends. She says goodbye to Phoebe, promising to meet her at her place when she’s done to run over a few ideas the upcoming singer has.

When she looks up, phone now in her back pocket and jacket on her arm she sees a new figure besides Caleb. For a second she thinks it's his little sister but then realises the blonde is too tall.

She remembers she's here to meet Shane’s new girlfriend and wonders if that's her, but a glance to their usual booth shows Shane with a girl on his lap as they get off.

She heads on over, sliding up beside Caleb who grins, kissing her cheek and then sliding an arm around her waist.

“Hey, babe, this is Emma, she’s an old friend of mine from Georgia. Emma, this is Caroline.���

Tommie raises a brow at the first name and stretches her hand out, “It’s actually Tommie, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Carol, can I call you Carol?”

“No.”

Caleb nudges her and she shrugs a little, “You’re from Georgia?” Emma nods, “You just moved out here?”

“No, no, just visiting. And I bumped into Caleb here, thought we haven’t seen each other in a while and decided to catch up.”

She lifts her head in a nod, “I’m gonna get some drinks and catch up with Mitchell, you two want anything?”

“We’re good, we just got some. I’ll come find you when it's time to go yeah?”

She nods, “Six, right? Promised Phoebe I’d help her out tonight, so I’ll go there whenever we’re done, no rush.”

He nods and kisses her cheek, “You’re too good to that girl.”

She shrugs, “She’s my only friend outside of the band.”

“Maybe you and I can be friends.” Emma suggests and Tommie lifts her head with a tight lipped smile trying not to be rude.

She squeezes Caleb’s hand and he smiles at her again, leaning down to peck her lips before she rounds the bar to where Mitchell is sitting at the bar in self-pity. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He says quietly, eyes glued to Emma’s hair as she flips it over her shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Eh.”

She follows his gaze across to Emma, “Old flame?”

“I wish, but no…”

“Crush?”

“Yeah…” He sighs, eyes watching her push her hair over her shoulder.

“Wanna talk about it?”

This is what she learns from Mitchell , she’s here in LA to see some band she likes as a birthday gift from her best friend. She’s just celebrating her thirty-first birthday, she’s a few months older than Caleb.

And they dated.

Not just dated. They were highschool sweethearts who got engaged the moment they left school. Literally the moment, he proposed in the car park as they left on their last day of school.

Then he started the band, and her religious picture perfect American dream family didn't agree with it. They wanted her to get a stable job in their family business back home in Georgia and keep going to church.

So she broke up with him, and left him completely heartbroken.

Leaving  Mitchell, who had been in love with her for years before that, to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

He opens up about how hard it was as he had been in love with her since they were kids, before either of them met Caleb. And then he cried over how hard it was seeing them so happy, how many times he'd comfort her when he saw her crying outside because stupid teenage Caleb had done something to upset her. She rubs his back gently letting him rant as she keeps her eyes on them. 

When Mitchell has finally stopped crying and she’s sure he’s safe, she’d had to drag him outside with the help of Shane who she’d forced off of his girlfriend, (she’s also introduced herself to her, she was a sweet, kind girl called Crystal from, here in LA). They’d piled him in a cab and sent him home to James who was waiting for him after getting their call.

She checks her phone, seven thirty, they’re late, missed the reserved fancy dinner they’d booked for date night.

She sighs and hesitates to go over to him but then she does quickly, he smiles down at her, “Hey, babe.”

“Hey, uh, we’re a bit late.”

“Yeah, it’s alright, I’ll sort it, just a few more minutes? Can you grab my jacket, I’ll say goodbye.”

She nods, saying goodbye to Shane and Crystal, waiting at the door with both of their jackets.

She waits for five minutes, then ten, then twenty, fourty, when it nears an hour she sighs and walks over to them.

“I’ve missed you a lot, you know.”

“Yeah, me too. You know, I was thinking about you the other day-”

Tommie doesn't want to listen to more, she puts his jacket down behind him and walks outside, calling herself a cab and giving Phoebe's address.

“Hey.”

Phoebe lets her in, “I’ve got drinks, seem like you need them.”

She sighs, face planting on the sofa, making both Max, and Button, who Phoebe had agreed to dog sit for the day so they could have a playdate, look up at her.

“Wow, okay, what’s up?”

“Some pretty blonde woman who’s just- just perfect, with nice hair and nice teeth, and a nice smile, and she’s tall, and-and skinny. She’s nice. She’s the complete opposite of me.”

“Sounds boring.” Phoebe says lifting her legs to sit there and lets them fall back into her lap.

“I think I’m having a mental breakdown, what do I do?”

Phoebe shrugs, “Usually I just like, listen to emo music and dye my hair.”

Tommie sits up, “Will you help me?”

“Help you what?”

“Dye my hair.”

Phoebe frowns, moving to curl some ginger hair around her finger, “But, I love your hair.”

“Please?”

She sighs, “I only have the colour I use, so we’ll have to wait until the morning, when the stores open.”

“That colour will do, I like it.”

That’s how they ended up sitting in Phoebe’s bathroom on the floor, Tommie turned towards the wall while Phoebe sat on the closed toilet lid.

“Are you sure?”

She breathes in then sighs and as Phoebe lifts her hand she quickly leans forward, “Wait-”

“I knew you’d back out.”

“What if it doesn't suit me?”

“It will, you’re pale.” She says confidently then dumps it on her head quickly.

“Do you think you can cut bangs?”

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Phoebe did in fact not cut her some bangs, claiming she wasn't a hairdresser and she should go to professionals if she wanted to make that decision.

She did however dye her newly cut hair to the platinum colour that she had hers.

“What are you gonna do? Keep dying it?”

She shrugs, still looking in the mirror, “I’ll let it grow then when the ginger reaches my shoulders I’ll cut it back to this length.”

Phoebe lifts some hair up and tilts her head, “It kind of suits you. I mean, being ginger will always suit you more, definitely, you just have the bone structure of a ginger, and the eyes.”

She rests her hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror, “Gonna tell me what’s actually wrong now?”

Tommie shrinks back a little, “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

“Have you met me?”

She rings her hands together, walking out to sit on the settee, “I did a little internet stalking, found the three other girls he’s ever hooked up with since Emma, they all look like her. Tall, blonde hair, brown eyes, skinny, Christian citizen types. I’m- I’m nothing like that.”

Phoebe’s brows furrow, “Yeah, you’re not a boring carbon copy, he’s got a new type, so what?”

“The other girls, they’re the type you take home to meet the parents, yeah? I’m the type you have on the arm to keep an interesting conversation going. To impress someone. Not to- to love, to have a family with. I’m not the type his mother wants him to have.”

Phoebe scoffs, “What does that bitch know? You know, it’s amazing how much someone can say when they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

She shifts closer, “Look, we’ve only known each other literally like two months, but I already consider you one of- if not my closest- friend. Not just in the industry, in the whole fucking world, okay? I’m not saying this because of that, I’m saying this because it's the truth. You’re amazing, you’re beautiful, inside and out, you’re great at what you do and you’re so fucking perfect sometime it makes me what to physically hurt you or make out with you, sometimes I can’t decide.”

Tommie laughs and lets her head fall to Phoebe's shoulder, the singer pulls her closer kissing the top of her head affectionately, “If Caleb can’t see that then you should break up with him.”

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April 15th 2015

“Woah…”

George’s eyes widen as he looks up at the opening door causing the rest of the guys to look at the door.

Tommie pauses when she sees their eyes on her, she turns, finding no one behind her, then looks at them again, “What?”

“Who are you?”

Matty’s the first to reach her, eyes squinted as he tugs her head to the side, “Where’s the ginge?”

“I dyed it- well, Phoebe dyed it for me.”

He squints his eyes further, picking at it, “I don’t like it.”

“Thanks.” She says with a fake smile, she lifts her chin, acting like the comment didn;t just make her question every single decision she’s ever made.

Adam’s next in line, “What you do that for?”

She shrugs, “Just… fancied a change, that’s all. Is that a crime?”

“I think being a nice ginger and dying your hair should be a crime.” Ross says.

She tilts her head at him, he’s laid on his back on the floor staring at the ceiling, “A nice ginger?”

He nods, “You’re a nice ginger. But like… Ed Sheeran, he’s just like… fucking neon orange. Looks like a highlighter. But you’re like… almost like Emma Stone.”

“Almost?”

“Almost. Emma Stone is fucking stunning.”

“Agreed.” The entire room says together.

Tommie lifts a hand to push the hair over her shoulder, “I just… I needed to do something dramatic, I mean, I’m not the worst out of us,” She lifts a hand to George, “G can’t even get a brush through his hair.”

“You said you liked my hair.”

“I do, when you’ve brushed it. It looks like a bird's nest right now.”

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April 26th 2015

Tommie falls through the open door of the studio, running right over to the spare chair beside George that is usually occupied with Matty and slams her little leather notebook down.

“I wrote a song.”

George takes one half of the headphones off and hums as he looks over at her and she repeats her words, “I wrote a song.”

“Can I see?”

She nods, opening the book to that page and chews on her nail, “You know, it’s not finished, not yet. I think there’s a few things I can tweak, with help from you and Matty. I kind of have a whole guitar thing in my head for it but-”

“No tweaking needed, it’s great, Tommie.” He raises a brow then, “I’m a lesbian kiss’?”

She closes the book, “It makes sense to me, in my head, it’s my thoughts.”

“Why are you a lesbian kiss?” He perks up a little and leans closer, “Have you broken up with Caleb for a woman? Does she have a friend? A hot friend?”

“No, no and no.” She tells him quickly, “It’s just something Phoebe said to me last night.”

“She offered to kiss you?”

“No, it’s just- it’s a metaphor.”

He nods slowly, “What’s it about?”

“Well, you know, I’m atheist, yeah?” He nods his head, “And Caleb’s all religious and shit, and, I don’t know. Guess I just feel stupid compared to him, wonder if I believe in some kind of higher power, place all my blame and guilt on that will it make life a little easier for me?”

He starts setting everything up, turning things on with a quick flick, “Wanna jump in and record it?”

She shakes her head quickly, “It’s for Matty to sing, not me.”

“Well, if you want it to be your vision, you’re gonna have to jump in and set the tone for him to follow.”

She nods in reluctance, grabbing her acoustic guitar to strum a little tune as she sings the lyrics to her song titled ‘If I Believe You’.

She does it in one take, coming back out for them to listen together. George makes suggestions on what they can do, he takes the backing track from an unfinished and untitled song adding it in with her voice. He does a few cool echo effects as the time stretches on and even suggests all of them in there together for certain parts.

Tommie suggests a Gospel choir, to give the religious feel a bit more edge and George is calling Jamie, leaning back in his chair.

“What's this one?”

She hovers the mouse over the one labelled ‘Baby’, “Can I listen?”

“Wait, Tom-”

‘So I heard you found somebody else And at first, I thought it was a lie I took all my things that make sounds The rest I can do without I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else I'm looking through you While you're looking through your phone And then leaving with somebody else No, I don't want your body But I'm picturing your body with somebody else-’

George turns the recording off the moment he can get out of the booth, turning to her slowly as she sits in the chair staring at the little play button.

She turns to look at him slowly, “Did he…” She pauses to take a deep breath in and then slowly lets her eyes lift back up to his, “Did he write that about…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence, George remains silent and she mutters his name softly but firmly at the same time.

“Yes.”

He tells her, “But I wasn’t supposed to let you heart it, not yet, I mean-”

She gets up quickly, looking around for her phone and grabbing her hoodie to pull on over her vest, “Where are you going?”

“How long do I have? Until he’s set to be here?”

George scarves to look at the time, “Uh, forty minutes?”

She nods, “I’ll be back then.”

“Tom! Tom, where are you going?”

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[trigunsbbygirl]

Meryl with a very tall S/O?

I really love how you write knives, and I hope to see more of your posts in the future! Keep doing what you love buddy!! ❤️

thank you so much!!<3 I had to tease Meryl a little sorry- "imagine being short" I say as if I'm taller than her by a lot LOL

•she's used to being surrounded by tall people so she isn't exactly intimidated by you when you first met. (unless you're either taller than Vash or just give off scary vibes)

•anyways, just because she's short doesn't mean she won't (lovingly) kick your ass if you tease her too much.

•if you call her shortie or anything of the likes, Meryl gets really huffy and tells you to either call her by her name or find a new (loving) nickname.

"anything for you my majestic mini queen," you say, rather amused.

Meryl smacks your chest before walking away yelling out, "you know what, that's Meryl Stryfe to you now!"

you can only laugh and chase after her to make up for your teasing.

•okay I'm done teasing her, I'm sorry I love her but I had to-

•Meryl loves wearing your clothes, especially hoodies. they engulf her and help her stay warm during the cold nights! it's a plus that they smell like you too.

•if you aren't there for whatever reason or busy when she gets cold, Meryl will tuck her legs into the shirt or hoodie she's wearing. it's a really cute sight and you have plenty of photos of her like that.

•whenever you maneuvere yourself to the block the sun from her eyes and Meryl feels her heart beat just a little faster when you do that. it's not something she's ever asked you to do and her oh,, she loves and appreciates you so much.

•you are the only one! that is allowed to put your elbow on her head! you don't do it often though, but when you do she just huffs and wraps an arm around you.

•Wolfwood saw you do that once and saw how Meryl didn't do anything or really react so he decided to do it and tease her saying "how's it going down there, shortie?" he got a punch to the stomach(with no real anger dw) as Meryl ranted not to do that and to call her by her name. she knows he never will though, but Wolfwood did stop putting his elbow on her.

•Meryl uses you as a sheild if any bugs come her way. she'll grab onto your jacket and angle you around so she can't see the bug. or if you're scared of them too, you can pick her up and run towards the safety of behind Vash who will shoo the bug away. (Wolfwood the asshole, he'll grab the bug and chase you guys with it.)

•she will absolutely pull you down by the collar of your shirt (or tie) to kiss you sometimes. especially to shut you up.

•occasionally when you guys sleep, Meryl will cuddle up to your side, placing herself in the crook of your arm, or being the little spoon. she prefers sleeping back against back or holding hands, but it's nice to be in your arms ever now and then.

• Meryl actually adores being carried by you in the comfort of your hotel room or out in the dessert when the car has broken down.

•Meryl feels bad when you offer to carry her out in the desert, she may be thirsty and a bit tired, but she can still walk. although, if you do insist, she'll hop onto your back. she's fallen asleep a few times that way.

•or, she'll be focused on checking her list for a supply run the next day, or maybe just got out of the bathroom, having showered when you'll surprise her by picking up bridal style. Meryl will yelp, looking at you with wide eyes, your own soft smile and eyes staring back. you tell her that you hope one day you can carry her like this, but instead of in a hotel room, you hope it's when you're walking down the isle of a church after that special kiss.

•Meryl shut down for a minute, blushing hard as you laughed lightly at her reaction.

she can't help but imagine it too

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 45

Rafe shook his head at his wife's words, along with the boys in the back seat.

"You have lost your mind." Rafe said plainly, not bothering to look away from the road. Jessie just laughed and shifted her weight over to the passenger side window, propping her arm on the ledge and kicking one of her feet on the dash to recline a little further.

"No, I don't think I have, Rafe. I think I just saved all our asses. And now we can go back to the church, get the cross and then split to wherever we want to." Jessie explained confidently.

The rest of the ride was silent, not from shock, just from pure exhaustion. Rafe knew he was fighting a losing battle trying to reason with Jessie when she was being so... unreasonable. JJ knew it too.

They all made it back to the church, Jessie picking up the bike much to the behest of JJ.

"Stop." JJ said as he put a hand over Jessie's, who had a handle on the bike. "I'll drive it home. You need to go with Rafe." JJ explained sympathetically. Jessie scoffed in response.

"Why? I'm not some kid, JJ."

"I didn't say you needed to be babysat... but you might wanna consider Rafe in this." JJ replied as he gestured over to the man who was now helping John B and Pope get the cross out of church.

"He's a big boy. He knows how to-"

"Jessie." JJ interrupted, this time with more force in his tone. "You're slipping... into old habits and old bad behavior... Rafe's worried about you. You get really dangerous when you put up this wall and we've both seen it first hand. So even if you decide not to change anything tonight... you at least need to just sit with him and let him know you're there."

"What about me, Jayj? Did you ever consider that maybe I'm tired of worrying about other people? I've been worried about my child for the last four years and now I've invited Rafe into the mix which of course got me into worrying about you guys again. Maybe I'm tired of being responsible for all of you? Maybe I just want to be able to do what I gotta do without judgement? Did you ever consider that?"

"Jessie, of course I did. Rafe and I both understand where your heads at. But right now is not the time to push back on us trying to care for you."

"I never needed anyone to care about me... you know that better than anyone."

"Just because you didn't need it doesn't mean you can't accept it when it's there." JJ whispered with a pleading look on his face. "It's here, Jess. We're here, caring about you. I know that's new for you but please open your heart up to people worrying about you."

Jessie looked at her brother still with a hard stare of disapproval, but JJ could tell he got her thinking. He took the moment of vulnerability to swipe the bike away from her, gently pulling the handle towards him.

"I'm taking the bike home. I'll meet you guys there." JJ said sternly as he swung his leg over the side. "We love you, Jessie. Never forget that."

Jessie didn't have any words, instead she watched her brother rev the bike and speed off into the night. Before she could turn around she felt a pair of big strong arms wrap around her torso.

"You ready to go?" Rafe whispered gently in her ear, as if not to spook her. Jessie didn't want to be held right now considering she was still not in the best place with Rafe after what happened earlier that day, yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away. She stood there playing with the skin of her lips as she contemplated an answer.

"Yes." Jessie muttered as she unfolded Rafe's arms and walked over to the truck. Rafe didn't protest, as he knew he would get his moment to talk with Jessie about what was going on in her mind at some point. He knew she was most definitely still upset with him over the argument they had earlier that morning, and he couldn't fault her completely for any of her actions after that. Right now he knew he didn't need to be helpful, he needed to be harmless, as that was what was going to keep Jessie engaged. With that, Rafe followed his wife silently back to the truck as the four of them made their way back to JJ's.

- - -

Rafe woke up the next morning to sunlight blinding him, realizing him and Jessie forgot to close the blinds last night before they slumped into bed and fell asleep rather quickly. He was thankful JJ had volunteered to let Charley sleep in the bed with him, as he knew Rafe and his sister probably needed a minute to themselves simply to breath. The night alone was good for them, yet Rafe still couldn't help but feel a very thick tension between them.

Rafe finally decided to get out of bed, making his way sleepily to the kitchen in nothing but athletic shorts. As he rubbed the sleep out of his eye he opened up the cabinets to look for any breakfast food, eventually finding some cereal. He knew JJ probably wouldn't have much, so the cereal was actually a nice surprise. As he poured himself a bowl he heard a door open, the creaks being impossible to ignore. He also heard little footsteps waddle down the hall that he couldn't mistake for anyone else other than his precious daughter. He smiled before he ever turned around, his ears loving the sound of her toes tapping on the wood, knowing she was probably toting a stuffed animal and wearing bed head that could challenge her mother's.

Rafe turned with his bowl in hand and propped himself on the kitchen counter behind him, looking towards the hallway to sure enough find his brown haired little girl shuffling towards him.

"Good morning, sweet girl." Rafe beamed, his stress immediately melting away at the sight of her. He hadn't really gotten to see her since everything went down at the church, and he couldn't help but worry about her mental state. Fortunately, with her being so young and out of touch with reality, she didn't seem phased. Rafe was so grateful for that, as he wanted to keep her as innocent and untouched by the harsh reality of this world as possible.

Much like her mother, Charley didn't say anything when she first woke up, only squinting her eyes and gesturing her arms up to her dad to signal she wanted to be held. Rafe of course understood the assignment and set down his bowl quickly to scoop her up. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her back as she laid her head on his shoulder contently.

"You want some cereal?" Rafe asked in a hushed tone, trying not to overwhelm her at this hour. To his surprise, she shook her head no. Rafe thought it was unusual considering she was almost always hungry when she woke up, but he disregarded it nonetheless.

"You wanna go outside and watch the waves?" Rafe asked sweetly, Charley still wrapped around his torso and head still slung over his broad shoulder. She simply nodded her head in response and Rafe took that as a sign of approval. With that understanding, he walked out onto the rickety front porch, silently making a note in his head to fix some of the shaky boards if they were going to be staying there for much longer. He couldn't have his little girl stepping wrong and falling through the porch. Rafe then took a seat on one of the wooden rocking chairs on the screened in porch, watching the sunlight pour in and the small waves come closer to the dock a few yards away.

"Does Uncle JJ know you're out here, baby?" Rafe asked as he side eyed his daughter, almost already knowing the answer. Sure enough, Charley popped her head up with a sheepish smile as she nodded her head slowly.

"I didn't think so." Rafe sing songed. He laughed at the idea of the heart attack his brother in law would have when he woke up to find Charley missing. He reveled in the idea of giving him a hard time about losing his daughter. Charley giggled a little herself as she went back to resting her head in the crook of Rafe's neck. Rafe was convinced she wasn't hungry because she wasn't completely done sleeping yet, so he let her lay there as he rocked her to sleep and watched the sun rise above the water in front of him.

This was all he wanted: his wife sleeping soundly in their bed and his daughter sleeping soundly on his chest, knowing the bills were paid, they were safe, and- most importantly - together. He would do anything to keep his family together, which made his mind drift to how in the world he was going to pull Jessie back to reality. It seemed like she jumped head first into the life she once lived, the life that was plagued with irresponsibility and selfish ambition, but then again, Rafe thought maybe he was being a little too hard on Jessie. Maybe they all were. After all, she did have to defend herself and her family in that split second decision. She did have to get rid of the evidence one way or another. And if Rafe was truthful, he would've done the same thing, but that was exactly what terrified him. He still didn't trust himself enough, he didn't trust his judgement. He knew he still had a long way to go before he could truly calm his heart and his mind and let his actions be a reflection of that.

Rafe was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps barreling down the hallway, eventually leading to a very frantic, disheveled blonde boy busting through the screen door. JJ looked around wildly, eventually turning and seeing Rafe holding his sleeping daughter and rocking her in the chair with a smug look on his face.

"Looking for this?" Rafe asked sarcastically. Normally he would've been pissed to know that JJ actually might've lost his daughter, but now it seemed totally lighthearted. JJ noticed, and so did Rafe. Maybe he really was changing?

"Uh... yeah." JJ said slowly with wide eyes. "Found her."

Rafe just snickered, trying not to let the rising and falling of his chest disturb his little girl from sleep. JJ chuckled with him as he took a deep breath of relief and ran his fingers through his blonde knotted hair and sat down beside his brother in law.

"How'd you sleep?" JJ asked, trying to distract from the fact that he definitely almost lost the kid he was in charge of.

"Pretty good. Thank you for taking Charley. Did she sleep okay?" Rafe asked in a hushed tone so as to not wake her up.

"Yeah, no, she slept fine... on top of me." JJ grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah... she does that." Rafe laughed, knowing all too well what JJ was referring to.

"She's a good kiddo... Jessie did good." JJ commented with sincere eyes. Rafe slowly nodded his head in agreement.

"Yeah, she did."

"What are we gonna do about her?" JJ asked. A pause overcame them, as neither one of them knew what to do.

"Well I don't think she needs a group intervention. You and I both know she's gonna shut down immediately."

"Agreed." Was all JJ could say, the thick silence enveloping them again.

"Honestly dude..." JJ spoke up as he ran his hand through his hair once more. "I think she needs to get away... like... you and her. You just gotta get her out of her fight or flight mode. She's high on stress and anxiety right now, probably feeling the weight of her actions and-"

"Nah, man..." Rafe mumbled with a shake of his head. "I'm worried that it's the exact opposite... I'm worried she's not thinking enough about the weight of her actions."

JJ couldn't disagree. Rafe spoke back up again.

"Didn't she seem just a little too trigger happy? Like she was..."

"Waiting for that moment." JJ completed Rafe's sentence with a low, ominous tone and a numb stare into nothing but the wooden floor. Rafe just nodded his head in agreement with a look of worry across his face.

"I'm just worried that..." Rafe began with a pause to think. "... that she's becoming a little too careless. I know that was what attracted me to her in the first place... her ability just to be free and not care but... it just seems now like it's a little too reckless."

"Yeah." JJ admitted without taking his hard stare off of the wooden floor, clearly deep in thought.

"I've seen it before dude... I've felt it. I know where she's going with all this..." Rafe replied with a distant stare as well.

"Well," JJ sighed as he slapped his hands on his knees and stood up to bring himself back to reality. "Then that should prove that she can come out of it... just like you did, man." JJ responded, trying to sound hopeful. "She's a piece of work, you know that." JJ joked with a half smile. "She'll come around."

Rafe nodded his head, not really as convinced as he should've been. He felt terrible for not believing in his wife as much as she believed in him even after years of being apart, and having plenty of opportunities to walk away. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling.

"Do you think maybe you and the others could watch Charley for a little while? Maybe a couple days so I can get Jessie alone and just try and talk to her?" Rafe asked.

"Of course man." JJ answered almost immediately with no hesitation.

"Just don't lose my kid." Rafe said with a half smile, although JJ knew he was completely serious despite the slight laugh escaping Rafe's lips. JJ laughed awkwardly and nodded his head in agreement.

"What're we talking about?" Jessie's voice ran through the porch air as the boys both watched her parade past the door, still waking up but alert nonetheless. Rafe thought this was the perfect time to present their plan.

"Hey, you." Rafe said softly with a smile as he looked up at his wife. "I, uh, actually wanted to talk to you about that." Rafe finished as he looked over at JJ, suddenly darting his eyes to his daughter on his chest and then back to JJ. Thankfully, JJ understood the assignment and got up from his spot on the couch to grab Charley from Rafe's arms. The little girl stirred just a little but not enough to where she couldn't go right back to sleep on JJ's chest as well. Jessie watched as her brother took her daughter back inside with a sympathetic smile on his face as he looked at her. Jessie felt it was almost as if JJ didn't know what to say to her, like he thought she was so fragile she would break... or explode... she was going with the latter. Jessie found it odd that JJ had to leave for this conversation.

"What is this an intervention?" Jessie joked as she crossed her arms and propped her body up against the railing of the porch on the opposite side of Rafe. Rafe leaned forward and put his hands together as he set them comfortably on is knees.

"No, baby." Rafe whispered with sympathy in his eyes. "I just... wanted to talk."

"Talk about what?" Jessie asked still lightheartedly, as if there truly was nothing to talk about.

"About yesterday..." Rafe sighed, looking at his wife for any sign of understanding, remorse... anything. Jessie just looked around and shrugged her shoulders.

"What about yesterday? We fought, we made up, we got over it. So what?"

Rafe hung his head in defeat.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about, Jess." Rafe whispered as he looked back up at his wife with more sadness in his eyes this time. He knew now that she was in a total state of oblivion and denial. Jessie breathed deeply as she looked at her feet, suddenly wiggling her toes looking for something to do.

"There's nothing to talk about. We all agreed that after last night we wouldn't speak about what happened." Jessie replied, still with a calm demeanor. Rafe didn't trust it, knowing that, just like him, she could go from zero to one hundred in a second.

"Yeah, but... you kinda just... did your own thing there for a minute and didn't even give any of us the time to talk about it with you." Rafe explained, still trying to come off as sympathetic and not wanting to cause a fight.

"Well you made it very clear that I had made a mistake that you felt the need to fix. So I fixed it. I took you and everyone else out of it so you wouldn't have to deal with the repercussions of your actions. You should really be thanking me, not having to deal with the weight of it all." Jessie shrugged. Rafe scratched his head and pursed his lips, not knowing where to go with that logic.

"Jessie... just because I wasn't the one pulling the trigger doesn't mean I didn't feel the weight...you know none of us actually thought you made a mistake in... doing what you did-"

"Then why did you say that?"

"Because... we were all just... in shock, okay? None of us knew what to say or do and..." Rafe ran out of words, not knowing what would help or hurt. Jessie kicked herself off of the railing and strutted over to her husband, propping herself on his lap with a smug look on her face. He saw the same... calculated... look in her eye that he saw the day she walked into his life in the Bahamas, a look that showed Jessie viewed this as nothing more than a game... a transaction. Rafe genuinely had no clue what was about to come out of her mouth, but he certainly wasn't prepared for it. Jessie wrapped her arms around his shoulders, playing with his dangling chain.

"I would think you of all people would be able to understand why I did what I did. You and I have both killed for people we love." Jessie whispered. The words made the hair stand up on the back of Rafe's neck and he could've sworn he felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't like being reminded of what he had done in the name of love... or at least... approval. Rafe once again was speechless, wrestling with the idea that maybe Jessie had a point. She killed to protect everyone in that church. She got rid of the evidence in the way that she did because time was working against them. She didn't have time to deal with opposition, she only had time to think strategically and act accordingly.

"But, Jessie, you just... shut off. We all saw it. You just... became emotionless."

Jessie nodded her head as if to understand exactly what they were referring to.

"You know what that feels like, don't you, Rafe? To block out all the noise and to remove yourself so far from emotions that you just... survive?" Jessie whispered as she paused to let Rafe soak in her words. His gaze was locked in on her lips, not out of lust, but out of horror. "I've survived more times than you will ever know. Yesterday was just another drop in the bucket." Jessie whispered coldly as she ran her wandering finger down Rafe's jawline. Rafe shivered at her touch, and she picked up on it with a chuckle. "You know what it's like to survive, Rafe... you can justify anything when you're just trying to live."

Jessie finally peeled her lust-filled eyes away from her husband and looked out towards the sun glistening over the water perfectly. She smiled at the sight, eventually her eyes landed on the glass table in front of her. Amongst the junk of abandoned car parts, beer bottles, and trinkets, Jessie found a half empty box of cigarettes, and a lighter so perfectly placed right beside it. She had no idea where the box came from, but she didn't care. Rafe couldn't stop looking at Jessie, still trying to read her mind or predict her next move, both seeming impossible at the moment.

Rafe watched as Jessie leaned over slightly to pick up the white box of Marlboro's. He choked on his words and before he could stop Jessie she was pulling out a cigarette ever so delicately and placing it in between her lips, taking the old, thin lighter and clicking it a few times to light the end of the white paper. She blew out a cloud of smoke and put the cigarette in between her fingers.

"Jessie I-"

"Aren't you tired of surviving, Rafe?" Jessie asked, making sure to look directly in his wild eyes with her trademark regal demeanor. Rafe didn't respond... he couldn't. "How about we stop surviving... and we start living again... like we used to." She implied in a hushed tone with a smirk. Without breaking her stare, she brought the cigarette up to her lips and inhaled once more, eventually letting the smoke out of the side of her mouth.

Rafe felt a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. The same feeling he felt the night he met Jessie. The feeling of wanting what she had: the ability to live.

[strawberryscorner]

Idk if you do requests or not but I love scrolling through your stuff.

I was wondering how would the seed brothers react if the deputy (M or F idc) had memory issues. To the point they carry a book around to write not important stuff.

(yes I was thinking about ranboo while having this idea) you can decide the severity of the memory issues. It could be mild where the deputy only forgets small stuff or bad where they forget everything. Like where do I live bad.

Hey, sorry it took a while to do this, but I hope you like it!

Joseph:

This man will pray for you and will have all these solutions. He will also be glued to your side.

You're looking in your notebook to figure out where you were going and why. He'll smile softly watching you, not wanting to tell you and stop you from figuring it out on your own. Sadly, you didn't put directions, "go to the church" wasn't as helpful to current you as past you thought it'd be. You sigh and bite your lip, looking up when you feel Joseph's arm sliding across your shoulders.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll get us there, and soon, you'll have your memory, we just have to complete two more trials." He says reassuringly.

"What trails?" You eye him suspiciously, the last one took more energy out of you than you would have liked.

"Nothing too hard, we'll know the details soon."

John:

John will probably go to his brother for help, he'll pray often and also take on more baptisms to perform.

"Just stay here, princess, I won't be long," he says, putting you on the sofa.

"Why can't I come with you?" You're confused, you usually go everywhere with him...Or...At least you think you do.

"I'll just be taking two peoples confessions then I'll be right back," he kisses your forehead and hands you a notebook. "Here, all the important and people if you need to go somewhere or need help."

You nod your head, you somewhat remember confessions and that he takes them. They don't take too long but if you're bored, you can go outside and sit by his plane and wait for him, then he'll take you on a ride and show you the county.

Jacob:

Unlike his brothers, he doesn't pray. He gets you to work, training will help your mind.

"Come on, you're faster than that," he smiles, running backwards as you try to keep up.

"We've been running forever, Jacob! I'm tired!"

"We're almost there."

"Where are we going?" You get no reply, just a cheeky grin and him turning to run facing the right way.

You keep running, though you're not sure how long you've ran for. When he finally stops, you're by a lake, the water is beautiful and there's fish swimming. He looks at you with a huge smile on your face.

"Remember anything, pup?"

You squint your eyes as you look around, partly from the sun and partly to force your brain to work.

"Kiss, we kissed for the first time," you stand on your tiptoes to look over his shoulder. "Right there!"

He laughs and picks you up, "Yeah, we did!"

You laugh, stopping just when your lips meet.

[cannibalcoyote]

David Bowie: Kid Sister

Imagine living with your older brother, David Bowie, but running away when he chooses drugs over you:

Being David Bowie's younger sister is hard enough, but having to watch him destroy his life is near impossible.

He and I have quite the age difference, he's currently 27, whilst I am only 15, but he has taken on the role of both father and big brother. When he first took me in I was 11 and he was only 23, he had wanted to stop by and surprise us with a visit after being so busy with his latest album.

It's a long story how he ended up my legal guardian, but let's just say he walked in on our mother berating me, and witnessed her slapping me across the cheek. Needless to say, he was not pleased in the slightest and demanded a reason be given as to why I was slapped. Our mother gave no answer, instead only glaring at me with an even darker hatred than before.

She took a step towards me and I don't know what came over me, but I sprinted around her and into David, crying my eyes out as I hid behind him. I remember my small hands grasping the material of his sleeves, just wanting some feeling of love and acceptance. He seemed stunned, taking a few seconds to react to this; leaning down, he handed me his keys, telling me in a soft voice to go wait in his car. I nodded and went to open the front door when our mother decided to intervene.

"Not another step young lady." I froze in place, this was the harsh tone she used when I knew I was going to be punished and tormented for the rest of the week. Usually she doesn't do more than slap me, but with tone she doesn't hesitate to bring out the belt. I was so close to the door, but the fear that burned in my chest made me want to throw up. I wanted to get away, but what would happen to me if I took another step?

No one made any move, but I knew that this might be my only chance. Taking another step I hesitantly looked over my shoulder towards my mother. She was furious, I could almost say for certain that there was a red gleam in her eyes. She starts walking towards me, but before she can reach me, David moves between us.

"Get out of the way, David." Her tone is sharp, I'm surprised when David makes no movement in response, simply settling a glare upon her.

"She's coming with me and that is final." His sentence is almost growled out, and I can tell mother is just as taken aback as I am, stepping back slightly as her facial expression morphs into one of shock. Not another word is spoken as David turns, grabbing my shoulder as he walks us out of the front door and to his car.

The ride is a blur, I can't find myself focusing on anything other than the bleary stereo and the gray skies. I only come back to reality when he pulls up in-front of a fancy hotel, handing his keys to the valet before helping me out of the car. I glanced around in surprise, he's taken us to the nice side of town, everyone is wearing their nice clothes that I would usually only wear on Sunday for church. David releases a quiet giggle at seeing my look of awe, patting my shoulder as he leads me into the hotel.

I stay silent through the process, making sure to stay directly on David's side as he gets the room key and walks us into the elevator. David leans back against the wall and watches the numbers, but I take this time to observe him; after all, I haven't seen him in quite a while. He's grown his hair out a bit, longer than the last time I saw him, and his face looked almost angry even though it was neutral. Walking to our room he sits me down on the bed, sitting himself next to me with his hands folded in his lap; he seems hesitant, but I know why.

"Just ask me already." My voice is quiet, I cast my gaze downwards as I hear David swallow heavily.

"How long has she been treating you like that?" His question is spoken carefully, almost as though worried that I might break if he didn't pick every word precisely. I feel a small smile trying to form, it's odd, having someone be so gentle with me, especially after the years I've spent with my mother.

"... Ever since dad died." I didn't want to tell him why, mainly because our father's death hurt him a lot as well, but he was already out of the house when that happened; not having to deal with our mother during the aftermath. I don't blame him, in fact, I never wanted him to know, I hate being such a burden.

"Well, no one will ever hurt you again. I promise." His tone is a stark contrast to earlier, being stern and certain; not harsh, but strong and confident. I look to the side, meeting his gaze before pushing forward and hugging him tightly. His body goes rigid, clearly being surprised, but slowly steadying as he envelopes my weak form with his arms.

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Ever since that day, I lived with my brother, traveled with him, helped him with his music, etc. We shared a life in a way, but he always made sure that my education came first, hiring me private tutors everywhere we went. I had so much fun, being raised by him was much different than being raised by our mother. David was kind and gentle, only really getting stern when I blatantly went against our agreed upon rules; such as that one time I snuck out of our hotel and went backstage to one of his concerts.

Oh, he was pissed, we got into a bit of a row before stomping off in opposite directions. We avoided each other for the rest of the night and the following day, only talking during a midnight snack run-in. I apologized, I knew it was dangerous to sneak out to a concert where I might be recognized and swarmed by fans. I also told him my reasoning, having not seen him for more than a couple of minutes over the last few months due to the concerts and rehearsals, exclaiming that I just wanted to see him.

David also apologized for yelling at me, he hates yelling and felt really bad, to which I made sure he knew it was alright. He promised to try and spend more time with me, taking time out of the next day for us to go get lunch and ice cream.

We had a lot of fun, but we ended the night running away from a crowd of fans. One of them had managed to grab his sleeves, resulting in him losing his coat. I laughed at first until we finally got away. I observed his hunched over body as we heaved for breath, he was much skinnier than I thought. I hadn't really been paying attention, but I can tell when someone is underweight, and he kind of reminded me of a skeleton.

That was when I started to pay more attention to him, noticing how he'd been more withdrawn recently, spending most of his time reading or in his room. I noticed that he often sniffled, I thought he had a cold, but something about it struck me as odd. I continued watching over him for the next year or so, noticing that he never lost the sniffles for long, they would usually return after a prolonged trip to the bathroom. He also stopped eating a lot, he used to love my occasional cooking and our random jaunts to restaurants, but that all suddenly stopped.

I finally said 'fuck his privacy', searching through his bags after he'd gone to sleep. I found a bag full of white powder, and I'm no idiot, this isn't fucking flour, it's cocaine. All the signs I've noticed now make sense, but that really does fuck all for me. What can I do now? I can't tell him I know, cause then he'll ask how I know. I just need to make sure he doesn't kill himself by accident.

_______

I softly knocked on David's door. He has an interview soon, yet he hasn't left his room all day. I'm really worried about him.

"What do you want!" His voice is rough and sharp, I jump slightly. He's recently taken to shouting at me whenever I do anything, and it scares the living daylights out of me; I know I shouldn't be scared of him, but it reminds me of mom. Anytime she yelled, I knew the day had gone from bad to worse.

"David... You have an interview soon, your people said it was in 15 minutes and that you should be heading out soon." My voice is higher in pitch, that only happens when I'm dreadfully aware of my surroundings. The places we stay in are nice still, but that homey vibe that used to accompany David has long gone.

The door creaks open, the room is dark, like the curtains have been pulled and all the lights smothered. His face is pale, sickly shining in the sterile lighting of the hall. The most haunting look is his eyes, they are so empty, he just stares at me with this dull look as though not even seeing me. David has been like this for a few weeks now, gradually refusing to acknowledge my presence to the point of convincing me I might not actually exist.

It hurts a lot, knowing the person you love and look up to sees you as nothing, but I still push forward.

He pushes the door open wider and walks past me, already dressed up in his suit and dragging along a cane.

"David... David!" He walked into the living room before turning to me, his eyes seemingly set ablaze.

"What." His tone is sharp with agitation, the short response making me feel uncomfortable.

"I... I was wondering...if-" My hesitant words get cut off as David glares at me.

"Hurry up and say it already!" He raises his voice, I can tell he's holding back from shouting at me.

"I just... David, I know." I don't know how else to word it, I just know that I need to confront him on his drug abuse.

"You know? Know what?" He actually seems generally confused, oh how his senses have been dulled.

"I know... I know about the drugs." The last half of my sentence is whispered, but his immediate rigidity alerts me that he heard me loud and clear. I finally look up to his face, and somehow he's become even paler; so gaunt I fear he may faint.

"H-How do you know about that?" For the first time in a while he sounds vulnerable, maybe even a little scared. There's no going back now, I have to tell him the truth and hope he sees reason.

"I looked through your bag a while ago and found it, please don't be mad!" There was a lilt in my voice, but it wasn't pleasant to hear, it more emphasized my worry at how this situation could unfold, and the next movements would only solidify that worry.

"How dare you." It had been silent for about a minute, so his stern toned sentence caught me slightly off guard.

"What?"

"Don't bring up matters that are none of your business!" Talking to him is like riding a roller coaster, one second he responds calmly, the next he's shouting your ear off. I actually stumble backwards, somewhat in shock due to the pure aggression and loathing he conveyed through his tone. The shout resonated in my head for a few moments before I forced myself to talk, my courage beginning to run thin.

"But David! Surely you can see that you're addicted-" My voice is soaked with concern, I love him so much, and this self-destructive behavior of his is hurting me as well. I'm about to continue but he steps forward and roughly shoves me back against the hotel wall.

"I'm not addicted! It is just a hobby!" The unbridled rage flows through his eyes, I see him raising his hand, but the rest is unknown because I shut my eyes tightly and turned away. I held my breath for a few seconds, awaiting the onslaught of abuse, but after being met with none I decided to maybe open my eyes.

The view I'm met with is pitiful almost, David is simply staring at me in shock, my arms still up to block any hits. I begin to breathe again, slowly lowering my arms as I watch his eyes well with tears.

"Y/.. Y/N, why did you do that?" I stare at him wearily, I thought he was going to hit me, I don't trust him anymore.

"You know why." I state solemnly, my voice but a whisper in the quiet hall.

"I would never!" He shouts back defensively, causing me to flinch away again.

He backs up frantically, he's about to say something before someone starts slamming on the door, hurriedly stating a message.

"Mr. Jones, your interview is in 5 minutes! We need to leave sir!" David stills for a moment before turning away. He straightens his suit and smooths his hair before grabbing his cane and walking to the door. As he's reaching for the handle he turns back to me, that same empty look having embodied him again.

"We'll talk about this when I get back." He's so cold, that's the coldest he's ever spoken to me, and I don't think I can take it anymore. Nodding my head, David leaves without another glance, a heavy feeling settling in my chest as I can feel the tears streaming down my face. I wipe them away quickly, the torn sleeve of my shirt dragging across my skin.

I can't stay here anymore, the way he spoke, what he did, how he left... He's chosen, and he didn't pick me. I should leave now, while he's gone. I stumble to my room, my legs apparently being a little wobbly after that interaction.

I pull out my backpack, shoving in clothes as well as my pen and notebook, packing my tooth brush/paste, combs, and moisturizer. I have to pack light, if the crew sees me heading out with a suitcase they will surely stop me from leaving, and I don't need David knowing that I was trying to run away... I worry to think what he would do to me.

I tear off my shirt and jeans and shove on a clean pair, wrapping my large jacket around my shivering frame, slipping on some insulated sweatpants as well. What can I say, it's December in New York City, I'm going to be cold as it is, no need to be freezing. I let my hair down to block my face, shoving on my boots before taking one last glance around.

Taking in my surroundings, I close my eyes and say a silent goodbye to David before grabbing my belongings and leaving.

[annieintheaair]

I'll wait for something if waiting's what I need to do. I'm okay with nothing cause nothing's what I got from you and I'll pray for something that only God can do, while I wait for someone that loves me like I thought I loved you.

After I had last written, Matt came over to help me carry my nightstand upstairs. I've talked to him about being reliable and he has improved and even worked on communication. Earlier in the week I had a conversation with him to make sure that him doing nice things to help me wasn't an effort to try to change my mind and convince me to date him. He said he understood and enjoyed hanging out with me anyway. Because of this, I felt like it was okay for him to come over and help with the nightstand and I really appreciated it.

I ended up going to bed later than planned because after the nightstand was put upstairs, Matt helped me figure out how to inflate my bike tires and then we hung out for a bit before he left since he had an early flight Saturday morning.

Saturday morning I got up and went to community group. I've been trying to go every week and I do enjoy going and spending time with a church group while drinking coffee and eating muffins. We discuss the weekly sermon and the current topic is Decisions, which I find quite appropriate.

When I got home, I decided it was a great day for a bike ride now that my tires were inflated. I figured it would be fun to bring the dogs with me so I watched a few YouTube videos and learned how to attach the dog bike trailer to my bike. I thought I broke my bike a few times when I got the chains off the tracks but I finally figured it out and was so proud of myself.

We had a really nice ride to the dog park, which is about 4 miles from my house on the trail. I think my dogs actually enjoyed it and were surprised when we arrived at the dog park, where I let them out to run around.

It was hot in the sun and I was tired so I figured we'd head back so I could go home and relax and maybe take a nap at some point. We were about a half mile from the park when I must have hit something that busted my front tire. I searched to see if there was Uber for bikes and thought AAA for bikes would be nice, too (I didn't know it but that is actually a thing). I ended up having to walk my bike, with the dog trailer and dogs, 3.5 miles home. I wanted to cry in frustration but didn't and was so happy once I finally got home, even though I was dripping in sweat.

I had just enough time at that point to feed the dogs, take a shower, and get ready for the night. Jillian got tickets to see Kevin Hart and invited me so I offered to drive us there. I picked her up around 6pm and we headed down.

I was completely shocked when we got there and they put our phones and watches in these pouches and locked them up. I had no idea what time it was or any way to communicate with anyone, including Jillian if I lost her. We discussed meetup points if we got separated.

The event started about a half hour late (at least that's what they said when they started but I didn't know what time it was). There were way too many headliners, which also took too long. By the time Kevin got on stage, I thought I'd already be home in bed by that point. It ended up being a much later night than I had planned, especially because it was a nightmare leaving, trying to get our phones unlocked, traffic in the parking lot, and then detours.

Todd texted me asking if he could come to church in the morning and I'm not one to tell someone, no, you can't come to church, so he decided to meet me there. I met him at church around 11am for the 11:15 service and after we were going to go grab a drink but he called me while I was on my way home real quick and asked if we could meet after. I figured that was fine since I needed to go home to get my tire first so I could go get it fixed.

Anyway, long story short, Todd blew me off. I guess I should have expected it from him. The whole situation brought back the feelings I had when we were dating and he would gaslight me into making me feel like I was the problem, knowing deep down that I wasn't. He completely invalidated my feelings and then went back to his normal routine of ignoring me when he was mad. I still haven't heard from him and maybe I won't, but maybe that's for the best. I realized in therapy today that whether we're friends or we're dating, he still has the opportunity to hurt me again and I didn't like how I felt after yesterday. It almost made me wish that he had never reached out to reconnect in July. I didn't need him to come back into my life just to leave again. I don't deserve to be hurt more by him.

The few things he did say to me before he stopped replying completely really hurt. He tried to tell me that I needed to figure out my emotions. Well, I had no plans on ever speaking to him and he's the one who reached out in the first place. I literally have no idea what his intention was behind all of this.

My voice crackled a lot during therapy today, as I tried not to cry over my frustrations. In my last text to Todd, I refrained from telling him that it was because of him that I decided to swear off dating. My heart can't handle the pain and yesterday was a confirmation of that. I hate that he has made me into someone who doesn't even believe in love anymore. Love feels like a lie. My therapist reminded me that my feelings are valid and I do have my emotions in check, despite what Todd thinks. I am allowed to feel hurt and upset when someone bails on me. I'm also allowed to be frustrated and angry when someone completely ignores me instead of talking to me. It's not "drama" to have feelings, it's human.

This morning, even though I didn't really want to, I got up and went to Pilates. Danielle's class is always encouraging and inspiring. She cheers us on and it makes me feel like I can do anything I set my mind to. I feel like I'm getting stronger and I'm proud of myself for pushing myself so hard to exercise more and prioritize myself.

I've been working on and off for my second job all day but obviously took a break to go to therapy. Remember, makeup is too expensive to apply more than once per day. Even though everything was eating me up inside over the last 24+ hours, I'm proud of myself for not sobbing uncontrollably and not crying at all.

Anyway, it's time for me to get ready for work. It has been a long weekend-ish off for me and getting back into the swing of things can be hard.

xoxo

Annie

[coquinhacomlimao]

Here's an OC for diabolik lovers!

Helena Dias

26y

178cm or 5'10"

72Kg

Unknown race

Appearance

She has many tattoos, including in her face (serendipity above her right brown and a tear under the right eye) and neck (a bat stabbed by a dagger). Almost all of them are in old school style.

Also many many piercings on her ears, on the right eyebrow, both sides of the nose and connected by a chain, snake bites, septum and bellybutton.

She is strong and curvy (imagine maki from jujutsu), with very defined muscles an a little fat around her stomach, arms and legs that stayed there after having kids

Her clothes are usually very elegant. Tailored pants, long skirts, fitted shirts, stilleto heels and golden jewelry are her go-to

She does wears much more layed back outfits ah home, mostly jeans shorts, tank tops, flannel shirts/pants, very large t-shirts and sweaters and always with jewelry. Imagine the chicana style - makeup

Her hair us jet black, straight and very shiny. Her eyes are also a deep black and her skin is an medium olive tone.

Personality

To people from outside she is formal, elegant, polite yet firm. She imposes respect, a very cunning woman, listening more than talking and adapting quickly to the social cues.

Her personality drastically changes when it comes to her children, friends, sister and parents. She is sweet, patient, funny and very energetic (aka loud and agitated af). She has no problem being ridiculous to entertain the kids, gossip with mom and younger sis and laugh loundly with her dad. Sometimes she can even be obnoxious, the family is a complete separate world for Helena.

Karl Heinz brings the worst in her. She berates, insults and is honestly ready for a fight, if not bonded by a blood contract she would kill him.

Even hating Heinz, she kind of understand his late wives, and wold not hold hard feelings against them or her children. She thinks of them as victims of Heiz and his plans, just like her. She tries to be kind and patient with the Sakamaki boys, but still hold her limts firmly.

Her biggest flaw is thinking she knows better than other people and ends up not listening. Other things are that she has a hard time acknowledging some aspects of her abuse, she is smarter and more socially adaptable that most people, wich made her believe that because it happens to her is not as bad as it would be with a "normal girl"; Takes too many responsibilities as punishment for her "wrongs" of the past; To her kids, she has her moments, sometimes is kind of childsh and acts more like a older sister, and sometimes is a bit overprotective, it comes from the struggle of becoming a parent too soon, but the kids are well cared, loved and she is working on her problems.

Lore

I'm lazy so i just google translate what i had written lol sory if anything sounds odd.

No beta reading we die like real man AND remember Helena developed much faster than others kids, but it doesn't means she is mature

I lived the first years of my life in a relatively normal way, with my parents, José (Zé) de Santana Meira Dias and Naomi Abe Dias. We lived in the ABC region of São Paulo, in a lower middle class area, and we attended a Catholic church in the region. According to my parents, I was never a completely normal child. I reached my developmental milestones much earlier, despite having normal growth, and I started to be rebellious as soon as I learned to form complete sentences. At the age of 6, I already knew how to run away from home to do whatever I wanted, and sometimes I even ran away from school. Nothing my parents did helped. I even learned how to pick locks, poor things. I also didn't have many friends my own age. I liked talking to much older children and even some teenagers. According to my mother, my favorite group of friends were some kids who smoked marijuana at night in the square near our house. Again, poor my parents.

In 2007, when I was 8 years old, my mother became pregnant with my sister, Sophia, and my parents decided to move to Japan because it was a safer country, and they believed it would be easier to control me. As soon as we arrived, we met Father Komori, who was in charge of the parish that we attended every day when my father got home from work. My sister was born the same year, and we lived in a small, old apartment. My father worked in a car factory and my mother was a housewife until my sister turned 3 and could go to nursery school. This was the time when I became more well-behaved. I remember wanting to help my parents because life was not very easy at the time. Most of my extracurricular activities were at church, so my contact with hunting creatures of the night began. Father Komori noticed my above-average skills when I was around 10 years old. He taught me how to hunt and take care of the church, and by the time I was 13, I was already hunting. From that moment on, all my free time was spent at church or hunting. My parents were happy that I stopped getting into trouble, and the worst thing I did was sleep in some classes. At 15, I had already become a high-level hunter, already recognized in the field. And I was a stubborn child; I truly believed that I was capable of hunting the king of the vampires and becoming the best. Today I understand that I was a child without real stimuli until I became a hunter; it is common for gifted children to misbehave in order to find stimuli. I fell in love with hunting because it was the first challenging thing I had ever done in my life. It was the first time I was truly afraid of failing, and victory after so much anxiety was better than any drug I had ever tried.

My plan and research to find Karl Heinz began in March 2013, and the hunt itself took place in the second week of July, when my school was visiting Osaka. I tracked Heinz to a local hotel and almost killed him. The knife hit him square in the heart, but he used his powers to go back in time and stop me from killing him. That day I almost died. I'm sure Heinz spared me out of curiosity. I was admitted to a local hospital and my little escapade was covered up by Heinz. He made everyone believe that during one of his visits I was hit by a speeding car. In that hospital room, Heinz offered me a deal: I would have children with him, and in exchange he would give me whatever I wanted. At the time, my lack of maturity only allowed me to see the opportunity to acquire more power, and I only calculated enough that Heinz couldn't take it back. I didn't expect that I would truly love my children. Not that I had many options. I'm sure that if it weren't for the deal, Heinz would find another way to get me involved in his experiments, with or without my consent. When I was 16, I got pregnant for the first time, and my parents were desperate. At the time, I told them that I didn't know whose child it was, and that I had been with several boys, but they didn't believe me, especially since I showed no interest in dating or interacting with boys. At that time, they assumed that Father Komori had taken advantage of me, but they had no way of proving anything and knew that pressing the issue could complicate our family's situation a lot. So they decided to return to Brazil.

My sister was devastated. She loved the church and loved Japan. She missed her best friend, Yui, the priest's daughter, and didn't understand why our family had to move so abruptly. But Sophia had always been a very sweet and understanding girl. My parents said that the priest had done something very bad to me and I wasn't safe there. My little sister had always been very sweet to me, and she was a great aunt.

Despite the absolute sadness my parents felt at the time, they welcomed my son, Yuri, with great love. Since there had been no sexual abuse, I wasn't sad either. In fact, I was very excited about the possibility of learning new things, becoming stronger, and hunting better. Heinz began sending me letters through family members. I received several magic books and letters from him detailing how to start learning. With my very religious family, I would hide them under the bed sheets. In return, Heinz received frequent reports about my pregnancy and Yuri's development. As we expected, Yuri was an extraordinary child, but like me, he grew at the normal speed of a human. My recovery and development in magic and my abilities were also absurd, both parties were happy with the agreement. To be honest, I did not immediately become attached to my son, almost all the care in the first years of his life was done by my parents. I barely spent time with him, and my parents believed that this aversion was due to the abuse. I can hardly imagine how much suffering my parents went through because of me. I started to do some hunting in Brazil just for fun and training, but it was enough to draw the attention of other hunters who did not want competition and of vampires who clearly did not want to be hunted. Then, on a summer night at the end of 2015, my house was attacked by a pack of creatures of the night. There were races that should not even be on land, such as Ghouls, waters and vipers. Fortunately, my knowledge helped me protect my family, and I could no longer hide anything. I had to explain everything that was happening. I can tell you it was a long week, my parents had a hard time processing everything. My mother also told me that I am not my father's biological daughter. I always knew that I was not conceived in the marriage, but my mother told me that they broke up for a few months before getting back together and, in the meantime, she got pregnant by a man, but he disappeared and my father decided to raise me anyway. There came a point where they had to accept that the agreement with Heinz was over and my only option was to keep having children until the agreed number. We moved to a new house, I now saving money from my hunting, and we were able to afford a comfortable life. I started to get attached to my children a few months after my daughter was born.

The Kids

Yuri Dias

10y

Has a strong and lean body, a buzz cut and a brigh smile.

My son Yuri is a kind, responsible and very lively child. He likes to take care of his younger siblings and loves them very much. He repeats the positive parenting that I used with him on others and is always willing to help. It is very easy for him to make friends, he is polite with the older ones but still very fun. He acts affectionately with me, and I always make sure to satisfy all of his emotional and physical needs as a child. Our relationship is very close and his clear and calm way of dealing with feelings makes it very easy to be this boy's mother. Despite this, his flaw is that he gives too much of himself to others. He doesn't mind being treated badly if it is good for the younger children, which makes me very worried.

Camila Dias

7y

Lean and tall, runs a lot, is a tom boy and the funniest kid

Camila, like Yuri, is a helpful and kind child, but she has no problem starting a fight to defend herself and her siblings. She is extremely funny, she is the typical child without a restraint on her tongue who doesn't care a bit about what others will say. She is very mischievous and lively, but in a good way, always letting her curiosity lead her to new adventures. I go a little crazy with this girl but also full of pride. She and Lucas are the perfect combination for siblings, Lucas is more relaxed and happy around her, and she is more restrained about what is responsible and what is not.

Nicolas Dias

3y

He is a little short, lean like his older sister

Very shy and introspective, well behaved, loves to be held

Unlike his other siblings, he is quiet, shy and reserved. He is suspicious of others and does not get along with strangers. He also does not like a lot of excitement and prefers to be in my lap, despite this he plays a lot with his older siblings who always try to make sure he is included. He is not an emotional child, basically never cries, does not make noise and rarely complains. However, he becomes much more open with family members and in these moments he lets loose.

Hanna Dias

11 months

Her body is chubby, short and strong

Very moody, energetic, talkative and independent

She is very similar to Yuri, both keep their true feelings to people close to them and do not like strangers, but she has a more irritable personality, she is also restless like her other siblings. Hanna is a funny girl, with people close to her she complains and cries a little as soon as they do something she does not like, but with strangers she screams as if she was being beaten. The girl makes faces of pure disgust at anyone who tries to force contact with her, and hates being held, only accepting it when she is sleepy.

[stucknthemiddleff]

Lethal 1.12

Dana

Two Months Later

June•

Tipping my cup up of what was the last drop in it, my eyes closed briefly. The TV was on but I didn't watch it, feeling the dark liquor make my frontal lobe even more fuzzy. By then I was finally where I wanted to be, and needed no more I had reached my limit. A smile came to crack on my lips, as I let out a small laugh in my dark room. Rubbing down my numb face I decided to go downstairs and get something to snack on. My phone began to ring as I stood out of my bed, and I picked it up to see Cari's name flash across the screen. I had sent her a crazy text message like ten minutes ago, and knew that was probably why she was calling. Knowing I probably wasn't going to actually listen only hear what she said, I answered making my way out my room.

Getting to the stairs I started down the first one they looked longer than usual, "Yes Cari?"

"Dana, are you fucking drinking?" She asked me, in an almost growl. I desperately tried to hide my laugh but failed.

"Maybe." I chuckled almost tripping on a stair, it made me laugh harder.

"Dana! This isn't funny. I knew I shouldn't have left you home." She snarled like she was my damn mother or some shit. Did she think this Friday night would be any different? Not like her ass was staying home to drink with me.

"Cari, I mean you do have a life, and a fucking boyfriend that you enjoy fucking. So don't hold out on your fun on my account babe." I told her and heard her do a loud groan.

"Whoa." I heard a male voice speak, and figured it was Bryson. Oops....Not. Why the hell

would she have me on speakerphone anyways?

"I'm on my way home!" She yelled, before hanging up the line. Like shit was my fault, was it my fault though? Was I hurting anybody? No I wasn't, I was in the comfort of an apartment that I didn't even want to be in anymore. But I fought it knowing Cari would be heartbroken if I left. I didn't binge drink during the week when I went to work, I sucked all that shit up that I was going through. So when Friday hits, I could drink as much as I want till Sunday and not give a damn what came out of my mouth. For the past two months that's what it's been with me and I couldn't give a damn what Cari thought, this was my way of dealing with how I felt and she should respect it. I mean not like I haven't done this bullshit before.

Grabbing some doritos out the pantry I opened the spicy nacho flavored chips and ate one, "Could be on crack or trying to run through traffic on the fucking highway."

Going through heartbreak once when you gave your all was hell, but going through it twice made me feel like I wanted to die. I thought about it a few times, suicide that is, but wouldn't give in to the devil that easily. It had been a while since going to church and all I did was pray when I wasn't drinking. Trying to remain strong, but when I needed an escape from the thoughts the liq helped. It was what I leaned on briefly, and wasn't ashamed of it. I was only human, and my heart and soul was torn, there was no way else to describe the pain. Going back upstairs I sat in the middle of my bed, watching my TV in my dark room, with the same routine of not watching it. Sixty days, and not a word from him, Cari and Cooper were clueless as they say not knowing why he left so abruptly but was used to Calen being in and out of their life. Cari tried to tell me it might be with his condition of being bipolar but I knew that was bullshit. Somewhere in her heart I knew she felt guilty of egging on me giving Calen a shot in my life. Honestly I didn't care anymore, felt nothing but like an emotionless wreck. He got what he wanted and bounced, just like a nigga would do. The sick part is, as many times as I tried to take off his necklace and throw it away I couldn't. Every time I tried I broke down crying, I was done crying though, but he left an imprint on me in every way in less than two weeks. I wanted to let go, but I hadn't yet. It was like the same shit with Erin all over again, only more painful. Because I believed him in telling me he wouldn't do what she did. There was a small piece of me that didn't want to believe the things he said, he just sounded off the night we last talked on the phone. Probably the real reason why I couldn't take off his damn chain. I could hear commotion downstairs about fifteen minutes later, letting me know Cari was home. Ten seconds later she was standing at my doorway, switching on my bedroom light. Her grey and light green eyes looked me over, a look of sadness and disgust on her face.

Walking more in my room she crossed her arms over her chest, "Dana, this has to stop!"

"Or what!? You're going to kick me out of your paid off apartment? Do it, just say the word I'll leave and go live with my mom!" I yelled back at her looking away. Silence filled the room and I could see out the corner of my right eye, she came and sat on my bed.

Taking a deep sigh she said, "Dae baby, I don't want you to leave, I just want you to get better and I don't know what to do."

"I know this is worse than my time after Erin." I mumbled looking up at her worried face, "But I'm okay."

"My tone on the phone, I apologize, just want you to know how worried I am about you." She looked down at my bed. Reaching my hand out to hers, I took it having her squeeze my palm softly.

I did a small smile, "Promise I will be okay, I've done it before."

"Dana, I could see his love for you everyone could I just-" She started but I halted her words by raising my free hand in the air, not wanting to hear anymore.

"If he loved me he would be here right?" I asked looking into her eyes, and she did a low sigh with a nod of her head.

I bit inside my jaw placing my hand back down in my lap, "Tomorrow we should just go shopping or something, I'm not going anywhere, we're going to have a good summer dammit!"

Cari smiled at me standing up from my bed, "Yes!"

Crossing my arms over my chest I smiled back at her, giving it my all to. Leaning back down on my bed she gave me a big hug, "Goodnight."

"Night." I replied giving her torso a good squeeze before letting go. Watching her exit my room as she turned out my light, I held my smile. Upon hearing her go to her room closing her door, the darkness crept up on me again and my smile slowly faded. Laying on my belly, I looked underneath my bed for my bottle of Henn. Sitting back up I grabbed my plastic red cup off of my bedside dresser, filling my cup halfway. Unlocking my phone I went on my apple music app, straight to my Adele playlist. Letting the somber tunes drift me away as I sipped from my cup for the rest of the night.

~

Arm in arm linked, Cari had eventually dragged me out of my bed around one thirty-ish to go walk around the mall. As usual on a late Saturday afternoon the mall was packed. Not really seeing anything I wanted to buy, I just let Cari distract me in asking opinions on different stuff. Every so often I would see all different type of couples holding hands and what not. Whether they were older or younger, it pinched my heart just the same. But I fought to stay strong and convince Cari that I was alright, when it was the total opposite. It had been about forty five minutes since being in this packed place, and I was honestly ready to just get out. Heading to the food court, I went and sat at a table while Cari went to the bathroom having me babysit her bags. She bought me a few pieces from Victoria's Secret, making me cringe in remembering the last time the store was topic of discussion for me. I don't know why she even bothered, who was I going to impress with the barely threaded thongs anyways. NO ONE. While sitting at the table just looking at the time on my phone, a group of people walked by making me look up. They were all guys and one looked like the guy that broke me, at first my heart fell in my stomach until I realized it wasn't him. The guy made eye contact with me and cracked a smile. It was nothing like the one I fell in love with, I just looked away back to my phone. As the guys moved on I took a deep breath trying to keep myself under control closing my eyes.

There was a hand tapping on the table I sat at, opening my eyes seeing Cari I relaxed a bit, "You okay? Want some food before we leave?"

"Nah, I'm good. Let's go." I breathed standing to my feet, and we left.

~

Taking the bags in from the mall once me made it home, no one other than Cooper sat on the couch watching TV. I sized him before going in the kitchen to get some water, it was so hot outside. Made me regret not at least getting a lemonade before leaving out the mall. Summer was truly here on full force.

Cari went and sat on the opposite couch from him softly she spoke, "Hey Coop, any word from him?"

Clenching my jaw I grabbed a water bottle unscrewing the cap to take a swig, "Cari."

"What?" She asked as I drunk some of my water, I swallowed quickly feeling the water cool me.

"You always ask him this, he doesn't know anything. Calen just left okay." I spoke walking out the kitchen, she did this every time Cooper came over. Like damn, we always got the same out of him, why would this weekend be any different. Remaining silent, Cooper looked up at me with a weird expression analyzing me, like it was the complete opposite.

"Dana, I have the right to know about my brother okay?" She replied in an annoyed tone, I could feel her glaring at me. But Cooper and I kept strong eye contact, then he looked away putting his eyes on Cari.

"Car, he's alright just taking care of stuff in VA." He finally answered, but it was off. Was he lying?

"Well is he coming back?" She asked him, and he shrugged his shoulders.

Looking at the TV he leaned back on the couch, "Hell if I know."

Something is up or am I going crazy here, that was different.

~

Calen

The large dim area space of the building full of smoke and slow moving bodies surrounded me. In the most exclusive nightclub of Miami, I made my way to the VIP section with the guide of a thick and over six foot five security, awaiting for when I would get the chance to do as planned in this strip club. Another guy matching my escort unhooked the thick red suede looking fabric for me to walk through. With a nod he addressed us, I wasn't sure if he was really looking at us through his sunglasses though.

Placing his hand to his ear piece, my escort slowly turned towards me, I saw his name was Dominic by the name stitched in white on his black shirt, "Mr Ruiz will be with you soon Sir Rodriguez, if you would care to wait here for the time being."

I nodded making my way to the nostalgic bright red couch that I sat on numerous times before, "Thank you Dominic, I don't mind."

"We have accommodations during your wait." He informed, getting another head nod from me he eventually disappeared into the packed bodies of the dance floor of the club. Leaning back on the couch, I took a deep breath trying to ignore the memories of being in this club from my late teens. On cue, a sparkling champagne bottle made its way towards me, along with a familiar face. Showing her deep dimples in her cheeks, in a slim skin tight light emerald green dress, the young beauty made her way to me. A song by Future began to play, coincidentally a song that she made me memorize because she would dance to during our own private sessions.

Lookin Exotic.

Why wouldn't she not know I was here, I was her favorite every time, even though she was a personal favorite of the club and only dealt with the fattest pockets that walked in this spot. The security guard at the VIP ropes let her through. Placing down the champagne on the table as it settled into a sizzle, she came and sat next to me.

Licking over her full lips she smiled at me with pearly teeth, "Long time no see Calen, you going to give me a hug?"

"Of course Dawn, how you been?" I asked as she moved closer embracing me in a hug, smelling like a very sweet fragrance. Her hands clenched me tightly, in a more than friendly type hug. Ignoring it I looked into her light brown eyes that sparkled in the dim club. Her name inside the club was Tootsie, but with knowing her so well we eventually got on first name basis.

Not bothering to move back in her previous spot, she spoke in my ear softly, "I've been good, I didn't think I would see you come through anymore."

"Yeah, well you can't work all the time." I told her speaking back in her ear since the music was so loud in the club.

"I know that's right, not like you can't take plenty of time off, as hard as you go in. You look good as usual though, getting more manly by the years." She commented with a quick chuckle. I met Dawn at only eighteen with her being two years older than me and this club was the first for me knowing what the club experience was like. The only reason we really knew each so well was only because she was the step-daughter of the owner of the club I planned on meeting. Five years had came and gone yet she still was bad as ever.

Maybe if she hadn't been a bottle service girl something between us could have unfolded. I wasn't cool with every nigga getting to see such much of my girl, I was very stingy when it came to that.

I smiled at her, "Thank you, but I see you doing your thing too ma."

"Pshh, to be honest this is just something for the weekends, I run my own beauty salon." She told me with another smile.

"That's wassup Dawn, proud to hear that." I told her genuinely. It was good to know that she wasn't just having her ass on display fully being a bottle service girl to pay her bills, baby was on the come up making me proud. It always threw me off that her step father had her working in his club freely, but everyone had to get their money some way.

"Thanks, I honestly been thinking about you to keep me motivated. I know first hand running a business is not easy." She confessed, shocking me completely, I was taken off guard by her words.

"I'm glad I can be that inspiration for you, real talk." I nodded, shaking off my shock at what she just told me.

"Yeah, how long you in Miami for?" She asked looking me up and down, "Do you want a glass?" She asked maneuvering her hands to the champagne. This is how it always started, with her giving me glass after glass of the champagne, then a private dance for the free, just to try to come home with me. I had always declined, and tonight I was only on one mission.

If I wasn't in love maybe I would have took her up on her offer tonight. Mostly because it's been a while since a nigga got some pussy, but none of that mattered right now.

"No thank you ma, just waiting on Ruiz." I told her, with the flashing lights in the club I could see a little disappointment on her milk chocolate brown complexion. She nodded standing giving me a kiss on my cheek. It was the first time since getting jumped, that I had someone actually have a decent conversation and couldn't just let her walk away. Dawn was a good friend and I appreciated her company as always.

"It was good seeing you again Calen." She smiled turning to walk off but I stopped her, grabbing her wrist. Her brows furrowed in confusion looking down at me. Looking up at her I went in my pockets, feeling the stack of hundreds I placed there just for when I would run into her.

Placing the stack in her hand of at least eighty five Benjamin's in a money clip, I pulled her closer so she could bend down to talk in her ear, "Expand that business you got ma, and tell Ruiz I'm ready for him."

Leaning back up Dawn gave me the most lustrous glare licking over her bottom lip like she wanted to take me down right here in VIP, "I got you baby."

~

About ten minutes later I was being led into the main office, of the club. It overlooked the entire vicinity of the building. Walking in I saw deep security in all parameters of the huge office.

Turning to face me a big smile was plastered on his olive tan face, "Well if it isn't the infamous Calen Rodriguez in my club!"

"How you doing Zeus?" I asked walking up around his desk to hug him, he gave my arms a tight squeeze before letting me go analyzing me up and down.

Taking a puff of his cigar he did a throaty chuckle, "Mi sobrino look at you! Getting old, no?"

Zeus was Cassie's older brother, that I met when I couldn't remember at the tender age of four, ever since then he's been in my life. I thanked the heavens that Dawn and I weren't nowhere blood related to be cousins, because it would be awkward as fuck. Especially since I didn't know Cassie was her aunt until after we met in the club one night.

"Nah, just seasoned." I did a quick chuckle, knowing it's been a year and a half in seeing him. Blowing smoke away from my face he nodded dropping his hands down to his sides.

Zeus raised his bushy eyebrows with a deep smile, "Nothing wrong with that Calen, sit please sit, want a drink?"

"I'm fine, thank you though." I nodded going to sit in one of the plush seats that sat in front of his huge desk.

"I wish I had of made sure to clean this place up a little bit more for you, damn its been so long!" He exclaimed plopping down in his office chair that matched the mahogany brown color of his desk.

I waved my hand at him once, "It is no need for that, honestly, it's good seeing you though man."

"Of course, of course Calen." He blinked at me, "When the last time you talked to your mother?"

"About two months." I admitted and he nodded at me once taking another puff of his cigar.

"It's important to stay in contact with your madre' young man, because once she's gone she's gone." He advised me with a serious tone, blowing smoke out his mouth quickly and I nodded keeping eyes contact with his dark brown ones.

I chuckled looking down at my lap, "I would know wouldn't I?"

"Si, you would." Zeus agreed with me, lowering his eyes to a squint at me, taking another pull of his cigar.

"Yeah, how's life?" I asked him, he shrugged sitting back in his seat.

"Well shit, I've been wondering since my secretary Ivan, told me that Calen Rodriguez was in my club, if the shit is about to hit the fan." He told me, and I smiled shaking my head looking back at him.

"Seriously Zeus?" I chuckled as he kept a serious facial expression.

He put out his cigar in the glass clear ashtray on his desk, "Yes sir, I am serious, I get no heads up from you...so I ask Calen. No Bullshit."

Staring him down I looked around his office seeing his security gripping their guns a little more tighter. Turning my head back to Zeus, he had his hands put together under his chin staring dead in my eyes.

Blinking once he leaned forward a little, "Mi joven sobrino, ¿por qué estás aquí realmente?"

Looking him over, I leaned back in my chair deciding to tell him what I needed of him, "I need the heat Zeus."

Leaning back in his chair after my words, he looked around his office, a skinny Caucasian guy in a dark grey suit, I began to notice stood off in the distance I assumed was Ivan, "Well there goes my fuckin' week!"

"Zeus." I mumbled looking at him, and he sat back up in his seat giving me his full attention, "Everything you have."

Sparking back up his cigar Zeus stared deeply in my eyes, "Back to that life again Calen?"

"No, it's just a small problem I need to take care of." I told him and he nodded.

Blowing smoke he pursed his lips, "Is this over a woman?"

"Not entirely." I smiled and he began to laugh.

"You lying son of a bitch." He yelled, "Don't tell your mother I called you that."

"I won't." I smiled at him.

"You do something for me, I do something for you understand?" He told me standing back up out his chair.

"Anything." I crossed my hands into my lap.

"Everyone out now!" He yelled, immediately his security exited out the office, "Calen come here."

Standing to my feet I walked over to him as he turned and looked out over the two seeing glass, as bodies danced back and forth in the view before us.

"My step daughter has been faithful in the moment that I agreed to let her work in this club, of an agreement we made almost six years ago." He told me, referring to Dawn.

"I've watched as so many men left and right lust after her, knowing she never had made attempt to have a boyfriend or husband." He continued, "But I saw years ago how much she is in love with you."

Swallowing, I trailed my eyes over to Dawn working the floor with a sparkling bottle of champagne on a tray in her hands.

Zeus took a deep sigh looking over at me, "Do you know what I'm asking of you Calen?"

"Yes sir." I mumbled, making eye contact with him.

"Just one night, and all my hardware that I have will be in your hands for disposal." He told me, and that was all I needed to hear.

~~

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[voyage-inferno]

This has received some Likes (TM) so here's what I mean-

Bennett and Fischl were guild kids.

The two were raised in the halls and archives of Monstadt's own branch. They laughed, played, lived, and grew under the watchful eyes of the members- both those who traveled, and those who had since gone from brothers in arms to brothers in armchairs. Kei had seen similarities in them both, but recognized the very obvious difference between them. Fischl- after all- had a family with an origin. She wasn't alone, even when her parents traveled farther than anyone would have liked. Her past was a solid foundation without questions that might shake her standing, or upend her life as she knew it.

He learned Bennett didn't think the same on the first day he swore.

(Well, actually, he was confident Bennett harbored a secret foul mouth. Kei himself did too, after all. It was something they both kept to a minimum around seniority and youth respectively with the intent of being polite. That meant that- technically- he'd never actually heard Bennett swear until that moment.)

"You're the fucking worst, you know that?!"

He was startled, still just behind the bend in the hallway. Something made him pause, and he's glad he did.

"What the hell Bennett?! What are you even on about-"

"You made her cry, you giant shits! Don't act like you don't know!!"

"Ohh, no wait I get it- hey, Bennett, kiddo. You've been friends with Amy for a long time, and you're older- don't you want her to make more friends? She's a teenager now, she can't play pretend forever."

"Well MAYBE she wouldn't NEED to be Fischl if her parents cared about her!"

"...Excuse me?"

"No- you heard me! You're stupid, but your ears work!! Fischl has parents- you- you're supposed to be her family!!!! The guild would have helped you guys if it was money, because they didn't throw my dumbass to the Church! So you're just running off. Running away from a kid who needs you. Fischl needed you. But all you do is go out. You see the world and you have fun and you leave your daughter behind."

"How dar-"

"NO, HOW DARE YOU?! HOW CAN YOU ABANDON YOUR KID WHEN YOU HAVE A CHOICE. YOU CHOOSE YOURSELVES OVER HER, AND YOU HAVE SINCE SHE WAS OLD ENOUGH TO SERVE HERSELF CEREAL!! MOTHERFUCKERS. ASSHOLES, YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO LEAVE HER PROPERLY, YOU JUST KEPT DANGLING HOPE IN FRONT OF H-"

"That's enough, Bennett."

The boy, scarcely fifteen at the time, snapped out of the tirad abruptly. Kei could still see him shaking, though. Still nearly vibrating with fury.

"Ah, Kei, hello... good to see you. I'm not sure what's gotten into your son here, but clearly he's decided to up and forget how to talk to people."

"I-"

"Benny. Let me finish up here, alright? I'll speak with you later."

He looked like he wanted to dig his heels in. Stay and keep saying his piece- until Kei moved in front of him, turned his back to the other two adventurers, and winked. Bennett's expression said he didn't know what to think of that, but gave a heavy sigh and left.

(And Kei lets out his own breath of relief, because that meant Bennett's trust was greater than his rage.)

The couple still didn't look pleased, of course. It was likely they expected an apology- or hoped for on-the-spot discipline. And had it been over something trivial, they might have gotten exactly what they wanted. Kei- after all- only had so much tolerance for bullshit.

Which was why he'd said anything at all.

"He didn't exactly use the politest words, so for that, I apologize."

Later, he wonders if they caught on in that second.

"However, he isn't wrong. You haven't exactly been completely present in Fischl's life, which is why-"

"Amy is our daughter. Just because he's her friend, doesn't mean he has the right to scold us like we're the ones causing trouble."

"..Brother."

"What?"

"He is her brother. Unfortunately, when we take into account how often you two are out on a job, she sees much more of him than you. When other kids pick on her, he's the one who goes and stands near them later until a flock of pigeons empties themselves on them all. Bennett is the one who's there, sticking up for her, even if it means he suffers with them. Even the rest of us here see more of Fischl than you do, and while we don't always understand her, we know a good kid when we see one."

"So, you're siding with him then."

"And you think adopting that little jerk made you think you know best about raising children?"

"Well, I don't think it hurt. Just remember that we want her to be happy too, and we think of her as our own. That means we'll do everything we can to make sure she has a good, and happy, future."

"..Somehow, Kei, that feels a little like a threat. Amy is our daughter- end-of. And we will do what is best for her, even if she doesn't like it right now. You just focus on getting that boy under control."

...In, out.

"If it helps you to say that, then I wish you a good night. Goodbye, Mr. And Mrs. [[[[[[]]]]]]. I promise that I wish nothing but wellness to your family," and that you are no more a cause for her tears, "so don't worry, I'll have words with Bennett."

(Of course, he never said what kind of words he'd be having. A light scolding and lesson in Kairos- then they were all getting ice cream. Fischl included. He wasn't leaving his daughter out of this.

(And if he was surprised- and yet not- by the Electro Vision that Fischl showed him that night, he would play by whatever roles she felt comfortable in. After all, if her desire for an unending chance to be that which she took comfort in was enough to catch the eye of his first home's Archon- well, who was he to go against a will that persistent?))

Did I ever mention on here that Bennett has some beef with Fischl's parents or

[xilyks]

Hello! My first time requesting so I'm sorry if I did this thing wrong! 😭 May I please request Eula and Rosaria with an s/o who's popular with animals? Like they take a sit or look away for one second and suddenly reader is swarmed by cats and dogs.

Reader who is popular with Animals

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Eula and you were doing your usual rounds of scouting near windrise. As there has been reports of hilichurl camps nearby. So eula decided to scout there and bring you along. As you wanted to find some ingredients like windwheel easter and crystal core for sucrose to conduct her experiments.

"Remember to stay close by me. Otherwise I'll exact vengeance on you for this!" Eula then continued to walk after giving me a warning to not wander off too far, but you know that she is only saying that cause she cares for your safety.

"How cruel.. Guess I have to bare the consequences then!" You replied teasing her about wandering off. She then sighs and continued walking as she picks up her pace. She was moving so fast you had to run to catch up to her. "Hmph! How mean of you to pick up your pace making me chase after you." You pouted as eula looks at you pouting. Giggling a little, until she finally arrived at the destination of her scoutings.

She then told you that you could wander around to find windwheel aesters and crystal core as they are near the windrise statue which isn't too far from her. That way if you were to somehow get in trouble, she would still be able to help you. You then nodded and headed to go and look for windwheel aesters near the tree.

You had finally found a few windwheel aesters which were near each other. When you wanted to pick it up, you found a squirrel near your hand which was about to pluck the aester out of the ground. You then change your motive and went to pat it's head instead. After giving it a few head pats. More and more animals started to surround you. There was a few foxes which they were either putting their paw over the wrists or nuzzling near your lap while wagging their tails. Then a baby boar came over, since you were sitting down, it climbed into your lap and started nudging you with it's snout while softly grunting. A few pigeons few by and rested on your shoulder and started cuddling you, some even fell asleep on you. A few butterflies surrounded you too. Some were flapping their wings around you and some rested on your other free hand or even rested on your head.

You were too busy caring and enjoying the animals company that you didn't even notice Eula who had finished her scouting walking towards you.

"Ahem" You heard someone clearing their throat behind you. You then turned around spotting a familiar blue haired woman who was now staring at you. As the animals saw her. They got startled and jump a little.

You giggled at their antics while Eula looked at you unamused. As she cleared her throat again. "Ahem. How dare you show affection towards the animals without me. This transgression will not go unnoticed!" She said with her head high, although you could've sworn you saw a faint blush coating her cheeks.

You giggled once again. "Oh no, how could I? How vicious of me!" Eula then started laughing too. "So have you gotten those windwheel aesters and crystal core yet?" She asked.

You then stopped giggling and started sweat-dropping. Eula then looked at you with a deadpanned face before sighing. "It's alright I guess. We still have time after all." As Eula then took a sit next to you.

You were waiting for Rosaria to end her work shift which she would definitely end on time since she despises overtime. But that was not the case today, she was out of mondstadt to skip an event at church. So you guessed she went to dragonspine. You decided you'll go and get a drink or two for her when she gets back.

You were heading to angels share to get Rosaria her wine. As you know she likes to drink after coming back from a mission and that her favourite food are made with alcohol or covered in it.

You finally had arrive at angels share and opened the door. You then ordered a few bottles of wine and left in a hurry as there were a lot of drunkards in there. As you were walking back home, there was a white cat which was sitting down. As soon as you made eye contact with it, it came towards you it nuzzled at your ankle which was kind of ticklish.

You then squatted down to stroke its fur which caused it to purr. You then saw many more cats emerging from the alley way and made their way towards you. As you tried to tend to all of their needs such as belly rubs and head pats.

There were many varieties of them. Like a ginger cat, a snow white cat, calico cats and more. You then decided to buy some food for them. You got up to go and buy food. Some of them purred sadly sitting there whilst some followed you to get food.

After purchasing and people giving you lots of different looks like frowns from adults, and excitement from children. You reached back to the hallway where the cats were still sitting there waiting for you.

You opened the cans and set it down for them while they eat you stroke some of their fur as surprisingly it was cute smooth and soft. You were guessing they came from the Cat's Tail, where they had a really young bartender or what you had heard from Rosaria.

You have been with the cats for who knows how long that somebody had finally arrive back. As they gave a tap on your shoulder. You got a little startled which also startled the cats, as you turned around to see a familiar nun. "How long were you with the cats? It seemed like you have been here for quite a while that it is night time." Rosaria says looking down at the cats while they continued to eat their food. You shrugged and handed her the wine you bought.

"For you, originally I was going to pass them to you at home, but these cuties stopped me" as you said, you squatted down again to pat one of their heads. "Y/n.. We need to return them to the Cat's tail." She says nonchalantly. As you look with her with sad eyes, "Aww, do we have too right now? Come on and join my Rosaria! We can return them in a while!" You said giving her puppy dog eyes. It took quite a while to convince her, when she finally agreed. You guys were stroking them, you could even see Rosaria crack a small smile.

[chibi-chanforever]

𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚢

Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Warnings: Hardcore Smut and triggering themes please read at your own discretion. This is just a work of fiction and is not encouraged in anyway whatsoever. 

themes: Non-con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gunplay, Orgasm control/denial, Edging, Cuffs, , Creampie, Cunnilingus, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Blowjob, Threesome, Face Fucking, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Stalking and Yandere.

A/n: Heyaaa so basically this is in collaboration with the Church of Meian theme of May-mafia/Mayfia. Its my first collaboration and my first time posting smut, hope yall enjoy!! Please make sure to check out the amazing art and stories posted by the lovely people in our little church and give them some love, the link is at the end of the story!! Also special thanks to @kinsurou​, @murdereddaydreams​ and @vanille--kiss​ for helping me and supporting me through everything. Love you soo muchoo my little ohana

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over to the stacks of paperwork you still had to go through. The daunting pileup that only increases every hour. You sighed again as you thumped your head onto the desk,frail arms just barely cushioning the blow. While staring blankly at your own feet, you spied the wastepaper basket sitting near, completely empty apart from a few used sugar sachets and soggy teabags.

Your eyes flit towards the pile of files again and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a few papers landed in the trash can, accidentally, of course. You contemplated for a few more seconds, before you shuddered as you imagined familiar cat-like eyes flit across your vision. You didn't want to really know what would happen if he found out about it, did you?

The minx-like golden eyes flashed once again in your mind as you recalled the fateful day. The day from which everything spiralled downhill.

If only, if only your family hadn't gotten into trouble with the Nekoma clan, things would be different. But no, they had to take a loan and fall into the mercy of Nekoma…

But at least you got off easy, you thought as you cradled your head. At least you and your family didn't suffer the same fate as the others. You were thankful to the head of the Nekoma for giving you the opportunity of paying off the debt through work, instead of the usual means. A shudder ran through your spine as you thought of the stories you've heard, of what happened to the other people who owed the clan money.

A heavy Bam shook you from your stupor as your head jerked up to stare at the new batch of files that had been banged onto the stack. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you reached for the first file of the batch. It would be better to just get to it and finish it before the end of the day. That's when you noticed the little photograph that slipped out on the floor and you bent to pick it up.

There were four guys in the frame, two of them being the focus of the shot, with goofy big smiles and arms draped around each other, though there was a big red circle drawn around the one with owlish silver hair, the ink of the marker recent enough to smudge a little. The other two guys looked like they were not meant to be in the picture, but oddly that fact only made it so much better.

One with blonde highlights stood grimacing in the background while the other guy's face was barely visible, his body half turned and blurry as if someone had called out to him at the last moment when the picture was being taken.

Overall it looked like a fun bunch of friends but you wondered why there was a circle drawn around one of them. You flipped the picture, curiosity getting the best of you. Finding only a date written you turn the picture again, choosing to focus on the people in there.

“T-these are the next in-line heirs to the Nekoma clan” you whisper lowly to yourself. They were the ones who were supposed to take over in the coming years and were your current bosses. You couldn't wrap your head as to what this was doing in your file. You were given only the most basic work to handle as their secretary, numbers to jot down, business meetings to book and take note of the expenses and make detailed reports about meetings they attend. Maybe this slipped in by mistake somehow ??

You centered in on the person grimacing and the one with bed-hair; cogs turn in your brain as you wondered why these two individuals seemed so similar before something dawns on you and an audible gasp leaves your lips as the picture dropped onto your lap.

With trembling hands you shoved the picture back into the file and hide it at the bottom of the stack, maybe this was a file that was not supposed to be in your hands, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes skim the room to watch out for anyone observing you. These guys didn't trust you enough to give you such things, so obviously it was misplaced and dumped into your paperwork by accident.

You suddenly noticed Lev jogging towards you and your whole body tensed as he approached. You pretended to work on the other files that were scattered around on your desk, typing random words and numbers into the excel sheet, your gaze was strongly focused on your screen yet everything was blurry. If Lev were to take a peek as to what you were doing at this moment,  he would realise that what you were typing was utter bullshit.

“Ah, you remember the stack of files and papers that I just placed here?” He pointed his finger to the stack of papers that still lay stagnant there.

“Yes sir? What can I do for you t-today?” You kicked yourself under the desk for how weird you sounded in the moment, but lucky for you he was in a hurry so he didn't pay much mind to you.

“Can you give those back to me? I think there were five bunches of them, I think I gave you the wrong ones,” he rubbed the back of his head as his voice took an almost sheepish tone by the end.

Without saying anything in return you just nod stiffly before taking the first four files, slowly sneaking in the file that you shoved at the bottom, you softly banged them against the table as if to align them before giving them to him with a small smile.

“Hey Y/n?” Lev called out to you after he cleared his throat. You slowly turned your head towards him trying your best to act innocent as if you hadn't just seen a picture of the mafia head with his friends.

A light pink blush clouded his face as he clumsily took the files from you, bowing a little before he scurries off to give those files to whoever he was supposed to give them to in the first place. 

You let out a deep exhale of relief, slumping further into the chair as he turns a corner and goes out of sight. Your phone suddenly buzzes and you yelp as your body jolts upright from the chair, you relax visibly when you notice that it was only a reminder that you had kept on your phone signalling the end of your shift.

Dropping it back onto the table with a clatter you stretched yourself in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you collect your things to head home, deciding to stop at the grocery store to make a big dinner for the family today, just to relax your mind and console yourself that everything was alright, that you wouldn't be killed for seeing confidential information. It was just a picture, you thought, yeap just a picture that could possibly be a kill target, fuck did you get involved in a crime? You pinched your arm as you walked out of the office, shaking your head of all the negative thoughts.

The keys jingled as you struggled to slide the key into the lock with two grocery bags in hand, the atmosphere eerily silent as you entered the house, you called out for your mom and dad, followed by a soft “tadaima” only to receive no response in return.

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You laughed as you remember that a few days ago your dad tried to make dinner and ended up breaking your mom's favourite ceramic pot while removing one of the pans. She has been so mad at the time that she took a vow to not cook until your dad got her a similar ceramic pot if not a better one.

You entered the living room to find it completely empty, and chill ran down your spine, where were your mom and dad? You walked toward the fridge and suddenly everything made sense when you saw the small sticky note with a haste scribble that said that your parents had gone out at the last minute for a makeup dinner, decorated with a small smiley in the end.

With a broad smile plastered on your lips you placed both the grocery bags on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you removed the items from within the bags. From the corner of your eye you suddenly notice a shadow cross and your body goes rigid. Your hand slowly inched forward before curling around the handle of a pan nearby when a tingling feeling rises up your spine, signalling someone’s approach.

In the room filled with soft rays of evening light you stand ominously still, breath bated as you tighten your clammy grasp, knuckles turning white, cold beads of sweat running down the side of your face. You backhand swung the pan the moment you see a slight shadow come up behind you, but your actions were stopped midway as you were pushed head first onto the counter, your hand with the pan being banged harshly against the cold surface of the marble, forcing you to let go of the pan. The person behind you used their body weight to keep you pinned to the counter as you trash around, trying your best to get hold of any object you can use to defend yourself.

Just as you get your right hand free from under the person’s weight, you feel a pinch on your shoulder and suddenly your body starts losing its strength,eyelids getting heavier and your vision turning blurry. As a last attempt you tried to scream out for help, but the moment you open your mouth a gloved hand clamps down on your lips and you try to trash around, only for him to lean his weight further on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Right before you passed out, you faintly heard a phone buzzing and for a second you wondered if it's yours. You fought to stay awake as the man still kept you pinned against the counter, shuffling behind you before a small beep followed by a smooth soft voice reached your ears.

“ I have her Bokuto-san”

That was the last thing you witnessed before losing control over your senses and everything went dark.  

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You woke up to a cold concrete floor, a dull throb sitting in the back of your head as you grunted softly, your vision confiscated by a blindfold. The place where you were injected felt like it was on fire, limbs feeling heavy and…

You tried shifting your arms but all you could hear was the clang of metal against the concrete. You tried moving your feet but they were seized with cuffs which were attached to metal chains rooted firmly into the floor. You pushed yourself up onto your knees, only to be pulled back by the chains hooked on cuffs around your wrists, the rattling sound echoing loudly throughout the room along with a disgruntled sob. You held your breath in fear, hoping that no one was around to hear it. The room fell utterly silent as you tried your best to hear for any footsteps, only to be greeted by a soft hum of jazz, barely thrumming in through the walls.

You wanted to cry, scream, trash around, but there you laid, frozen in fear, trying your best to not make a single sound, making it seem like you were still unconscious. You were just delaying the inevitable, buying as much time as you could; you didn't have a single clue as to  what you had done to be in such a situation, if it was about the loan, weren't you already paying it off by working? Or did they get tired of waiting?

But hadn’t you walked the perfect line with your job? you didn't have a single complaint from your superiors and your colleagues commended you on it, because it seems that they weren't compatible with just anyone and most of them didn't survive beyond the second week. So why were you here then? Was it the–

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard keys chime on the other side of the door and you froze in your spot, trying your best to pretend that you weren’t awake just a moment ago, tugging on your restraints.

You slowed down your breathing, evening it out just as the door opens, its hinges creaking loudly as you hear a chorus of footsteps pad through the room. But your little act of being asleep was immediately cut short as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over your body making you jolt upright in shock, gasping and shuddering at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

“Looks like the little kitten is awake now! Let’s get this over with, shall we?” A deep voice boomed throughout the room, and you cower back a little, chains clanking along with you.

“Akaashi, remove  her restraints but keep the cuffs on her hands.” The same authoritative voice commands and soon you feel a presence behind you, undoing your chains.

Your shivering body only trembled more as you felt fingers graze your calves and back, your now damp blindfold only serving to rile on your fears. You didn’t shift from your position when you felt the weight drop from your hands and legs, too scared to do anything. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, barging through your brain with various emotions and thoughts, but yet you feel blank as a chair scrapes loudly against the floor, placed in front of you.

A hand hooks under your arm, pulling you to sit upright and a whimper leaves your lips in fright. You wanted to plead– heck even beg for mercy, cry a litany of apologies and offer anything up in exchange for your life, but your lips didn’t move a single inch, even though you were practically screaming from within. You choke on the silence that suffocates the room before a gentle finger traced the back of your neck and you suppressed the urge to shudder at the feeling, soon finding your blindfold falling to the floor. You squinted, trying to move away from the sudden bright light before coming face to face with the last face you expected to see, the supposed kill target, his golden orbs more brighter and fierce than you remembered, excitement dancing along his lashes.

“And what do we have here?” He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, his palms joined in front of him and a cunning smile plastered on his face. His eyes raked your form before looking at the man behind you, nodding at him before you heard the softest “Yes Bokuto-san” flow past you and your eyes widen when realise where you heard it before; you recollect to the voice you barely managed to hear before you were rendered unconscious and painful tears started to collect in the corner of your eyes as you tried to swallow the lump on your throat.

The guy now known as Akaashi brought something to the guy in front of you before going back to his earlier position behind you. Faint light glinted against the object and when you realised what it was, tears flowed down freely your cheeks as soft hiccups wrecked through your body.

“Aww honey, don’t be scared. All you need to do is answer all our questions truthfully and I won’t have to use this. Whaddya say hmm?” Bokuto cooed as he slid the gun against your cheek, before placing the barrel under your cheek and tipping your head upwards. Afraid, you closed your eyes before nodding meekly.

“That’s a good girl. See we won’t be having any problems then.” He says with childish enthusiasm in his voice as if it were just another game for him. Akaashi stood silent, his eyes never leaving your form, watching the way your nipples pebbled under the cool air, your shirt now almost transparent as droplets of water slid down your shivering form. Bokuto feigned a cough and Akaashi flits his gaze to him, immediately registering that Bokuto noticed him staring at you, his signature playful smile getting a little bit wider, a hidden intent written behind that smile.

“It’s time to pat her down, Akaashi.” Bokuto stated before turning to you, “Don’t worry hun, it's just a mandatory procedure.” The moment those words were said you were lifted off the ground and placed onto Bokuto's lap and a sob fell from your lips as you tried to get away from his hold, but that only spurred him on to wrap his hand around your waist firmly.

“Shush now little  kitten, don’t worry, the more you struggle, the harder it will be.” He pulled you closer to his heated body, your back hitting his chiseled chest as you straddled him, making your pencil skirt bunch up, your cuffed hands uncomfortable as they get smushed at an odd angle between your back and his chest. You try to move forward because the burn was too much, but the hand on your waist only tightened, keeping you put, your legs kept secure behind his ankles.

“So tell me kitten what’s your name hmm??” He asked you while Akaashi kneeled down in front of you and started patting down your shoulders before his fingers found your buttons, relieving them from its reserves with ease; you looked down at Akaashi with unbelieving eyes, Bokuto’s question falling on deaf ears and that was your biggest mistake. His hand on your waist slid up to roughly grab one of your tits, pinching the nipple harshly and making you cry out in pure agony.

“I asked you something pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice. Geddit? Now I'm going to ask you once more and that will be your last time. You hear me?” His voice was viciously low and threatening. You only nodded back in response, the sting still fresh on your skin. “ Use your words kitten” He commanded, and you choked out a broken “Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Now tell me what your name is, hmm?”

“ It’s Y-Y/n,” you managed to stutter out, chest heaving.

“That's a lovely name for a kitten! Well now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing in the Nekoma estate, hmm? What is your relationship with Kuroo and Kenma? Are you their fucktoy? Wouldn’t doubt if you were, you seem quite fun to play with” he whispered the last part as he grabbed your face, turning your head away from him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your scent as hot puffs of air collided against your skin.

“I’m j-just a secretary, I have a debt to clear with them, t-that’s all. I’m not their- their- '' heat rushes to your cheeks as embarrassment and anger flowed through you as it dawned upon you what he really meant and you tried to pull away from Bokuto. “I don’t do anything of that sort! I don’t have that kind of relationship with them. I just arrange meetings and appointments, and other basic stuff, that’s it! Now let me go!” You spit the words out, anger boiling through your veins, but it soon turned ice cold with the next question, and you realise you fucked up… Big time.

“ Then you must know about the upcoming business meetings of Nekoma, right? That means you would know the location of Kuroo and Kenma? ” And the room once again went silent. In your fit of anger and defiance you didn’t even realise that Akaashi had slid your shirt up over your shoulders, sliding them down up to your cuff covered wrists  and was now drawing your skirt down. You tried to wiggle your hips to hinder his movements but it only serves to his advantage as it slides down easier.

“Please l-let me go, I-I don’t know anything please!” You begged, voice turning desperate, you couldn’t give out information about the Nekoma clan or they would have your head for it. What about your family–

“You’re a smart little one aren’t you, you know they will hunt you down if you give me their information. But if you decide to tell me, I give you my word that no harm will come to you or your family, furthermore your debt will be repaid. And if you don’t, I could put a bullet through your head right now.” Bokuto said with a playful lift to his voice, bringing the gun up to your temple.

“ I really don’t remember! Please, I can’t recall w-with who it was.. Please don’t shoot!!” You sobbed out, mind going blank when the gun is placed to your temple, fear overwhelming your senses.

“Aw it was good knowing ya kitten, you would’ve made such a good pet.” He cocks the gun with a loud click finger at ease on the trigger while he places soft kisses on your neck, softly whispering against your skin, “ Sayonara–”

“KARASUNO!!” You screamed out the first thing you remembered right before he could pull the trigger. “It’s Karasuno, sometime in the middle of next week, in the Miyagi Prefecture.. That’s about all I know. Please, please let me go now, I’m begging you!!!”

He chuckled darkly right next to your ear and goosebumps rose all over your skin with adrenaline. You closed your tear filled eyes, sobs shaking through you. You wanted this to be a nightmare, a dream from which you would wake up any moment, but the cuffs digging into your wrists and warm hands searing into your skin said otherwise.

“Mmm you definitely deserve a reward for that, don’t you?” He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your ear before whispering those words. You shake your head violently, not wanting to spend another waking minute here but he completely ignores your signs of protest. Bokuto’s hand travels down your body till his hand reached your panties to cup your pussy, groaning when he hears a small whimper leave your lips at the contact. He tugged on your panties, a hiss leaving his lips when he noticed how sensitive your body was.

“Such a pretty kitten, Akaashi, why don't you reward her for me, yeah?” Bokuto said as he shifted your panties to the side, dipping his fingers into your folds before prying them apart, giving Akaashi a good view of your cunt. Akaashi took his lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue across it as he indulged himself with the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Go on ‘Kaashi, don’t you want a taste?” Bokuto questioned, his fingers circling your clit, before travelling to your entrance, he dipping two fingers inside before removing them and spreading them, your juices smeared all over them and he popped his fingers to his mouth, a low growl arising from his chest made you bite on your lip harshly. “Of course I do Bokuto-san.” And that was all Akaashi said before he hooked your legs over his shoulder and dived into your pussy, flattening his tongue against your entrance before dragging it upwards towards your clit, rubbing his tongue against it before sucking on it.

You moaned loudly as Akaashi kept slurping up the juices dripping from your hole, making sure to not let a single drop go by, while Bokuto unhooked your bra, sliding them up so he could see your perky little nipples just begging for attention. He uncocks the gun and hooks it on his waistband, after which his hands find purchase of your soft mounds, pressing each nipple inside with his forefinger before pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He gave your nipples a few rough tugs just to hear your sweet voice more.

You’re too overwhelmed to do anything but mewl as Akaashi detached himself from your pussy, fingers tugging down your panties and pocketing the soaked fabric. He used his thumb to rub your nub while his tongue prods your entrance and you gasp, taking a shaky breath in. When he rubbed a certain spot at the entrance you threw your head back and Bokuto immediately wrapped his fingers around your throat, his grip firm as his lips hastily crashed onto yours, drinking in all your moans and whimpers. He continued to kiss you, your moaning making it easy to plunge his tongue into your mouth, the kiss so heated that it brought you right on the edge of tipping over.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, being just one flick away from falling over the edge when Akaashi pulled back and you breathed heavily, not wanting to show them that this affected you much, while you mourned the loss of such a sweet release. His face is smeared with your juices and he licks his lips as he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe off the excess. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at Bokuto and nodded at him as you whined at your stolen high. Bokuto broke the kiss and smiled at Akaashi wide enough to have the tops of his incisors seen, the feral intent in his eyes reminding you of the dangerous position you were in.

Your eyes widened when Akaashi abruptly stood up and slid his hands under your butt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he picked you up from Bokuto’s lap and you yelped. Akaashi’s eyes were fixated on you the entire time you were in his arms, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips continuously while you squirm.

“P-please no, I-I don’t want to go any further please” you told Akaashi, eyes big and pleading, filled with fresh tears.

“It’s okay Doll, don’t worry, we won’t hurt you until you disobey. So be a good little pet for us alright?” He whispered  against your ear as he placed you down on your wobbly legs with your back against the mahogany table behind. He cupped your face gently, thumb swiping across your trembling lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. If it were any other situation you might’ve even considered going out with this beautiful man; but here you were, held against your will, your body being used as per their whims and wishes and you couldn’t do a single thing about it, it made your stomach twist with hate and disgust knowing how weak you were.

Akaashi leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours into the most sweetest and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. You were so lost in it that your mouth unconsciously granted him access when he licked your bottom lip, you immediately tasted yourself on his tongue. The way he explored your mouth made you moan, your pussy clenching over a single kiss, only coming to your senses when his fingers fiddled with the straps of your bra, unclasping them and you bit his lip in defiance when he pulled your bra off your body, the taste of iron now pooling on your tongue.

Akaashi pulled back when you bite his lip, raising an amused eyebrow at you. He couldn’t believe that you still had thought that you could say no to them, it was cute to him; luckily it wasn’t Bokuto-san or she would've gotten a punishment by now– Akaashi thought as blood dripped from his lip onto his chin.

“This kitten is still using her claws I see, quite feisty~” Bokuto chimed as he came behind Akaashi, watching the entire scene from the corner. You looked at both of them in shock when Bokuto turned Akaashi’s head and pulled him into a kiss, licking up the blood that was on his lips and groaning when he still tasted the remnants of your sweet juices on Akaashi’s tongue. Bokuto broke the kiss, his lips sliding down to Akaashi’s neck and chuckling against his skin as he remembers the day Akaashi first saw you.

Akaashi was so mesmerised by you, couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he wanted you so badly. Akaashi mentioned you so many times that it had started to get on his nerves, sometimes he even moaned out your name when he was asleep. Bokuto finally snapped when Akaashi choked out your name as he came all over Bokuto’s hands pumping his shaft. And when Akaashi found out that you worked for Nekoma it was the perfect excuse he needed to bring you in and play with you, see what was so special about you. Akaashi insisted on getting you personally, not wanting anyone else to get their hands on you; he was possessive like that– Bokuto was brought out of his fazed stupor with your cute little mewls filling the room.

Akaashi had started marking up your neck, slurping bruises on your skin while his fingers played with your nipples.

“Kitten, why don't you put on a little show for us? Play with that pretty little cunt of yours, show us how you like it and maybe I’ll think about letting you go?” Bokuto said as his fingers rub circles on your hips soothingly. The prospect of getting out of here had you ready to do anything and you eagerly nod your head at the offer, maybe once they freed your hands you could try to escape too. But Bokuto seemed to know what you're thinking, because he turned you around and shoved your head onto the table, your toes barely grazing the floor as you struggled under the weight of his body on yours. He removes the gun from his waistband and places it on your neck.

“Don’t even think about doing anything funny, cause there won’t be a second chance~” He singed as his hips grinded into yours, his erection pressed against your ass and you gasped as you felt how big he was even through his pants. He lifted himself off you once you yelp out a “Yes” he slowly slid the gun down your back, smacking the barrel against your ass before going lower and rubbing the cool metal against your folds. You dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself as he continued to rub against your clit, teasing the little nub till the barrel was covered in your juices.

“Get on the table kitten, I want a perfect view of your pussy.” Bokuto stopped his ministrations as you struggle to get on the table, when you took too much time for his liking he shoved your other leg on top and smacked your ass, making you scream out, he rubbed his fingers over the red print that is visible as he growled out a ‘hurry up’. Akaashi on the other hand started uncuffing your hands, sliding the shirt that was stuck above your wrist along with your cuffs.

You were already on the verge of cumming earlier, so doing that once again wouldn’t take that long. You reached down your trembling fingers and started slowly circling your clit, you moaned as you started going faster, rubbing yourself just the way you had done dozens of times before.

“Don’t be shy, Doll. Stuff a few fingers up that sweet hole” Akaashi said as he unzips his pants, pumping his cock in his hand at the lewd sight of you playing with yourself. He had imagined you like this whenever he stroked his cock alone, but he didn’t know it would be so fucking hot.

“You heard him, use those fingers to stuff your hole, kitten.” Bokuto chimed in with Akaashi. You reached down further and slowly start to slide two fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning as you started feeling good, the base of your palm bumping against your clit. You started going faster, feeling yourself reach your high once again, your moans turned higher and higher in pitch. You were just about ot cum when Bokuto slaped your hand away from yourself, making you whine loudly when you were denied another high. It was starting to feel like torture, your thoughts were getting fuzzy and all you could think was how badly you wanted to cum.

“Doll if you wanna cum then you just gotta ask” Akaashi said softly as he rubs his fingers over your sensitive folds, making you buck into his hand. You almost didn’t care about anything anymore, the only thing on your mind was the need to cum, but there was a little shard of dignity that was left in you and it made you bite your tongue. Your anger and frustration of not getting to cum makes you a little bold.

“F-fuck y-you” you panted out with as much venom in your words as you could muster. Bokuto shook his head as a chuckle wrecked through his chest once again. You were certainly a fun thing to tease and play with, the way you refused to give up only served to pique his interest further. “Oh I certainly plan to kitten, I’m going fuck this pretty little cunt all night. Make you a pliant mess on my cock”

You heard the clink of a buckle being opened, noticing the gun placed on the table not too far from your reach and with your hands free, you tried to push yourself off the surface only to be held down by your neck. “Oh no you don’t Doll, I’ve waited an eternity to feel those lips on me” Akaashi remarked as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid down the zipper. “Now pull my cock out, pretty girl.” He slowly released the pressure on your neck, Bokuto smacked your ass when you didn't comply, his heavy hand stinging enough to have you immediately reach out, tugging on the waistband of the his pants.

Akaashi bit his lips as your fingers touched his cock, his  hard member twitching at the contact. Not being able to control himself any further, Akaashi swooped down and pulled you in for a kiss while simultaneously Bokuto aligned his tip with your entrance. Akaashi pulled back, standing straight so that his cock was mere inches from your face. He removed his shirt before he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled you towards his member. You shook your head no, using one to keep you up while the other pushed on his waist.

But your attempts were futile as Bokuto slammed himself into you with one swift movement, making you scream at the stretch and Akaashi used that as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, groaning when you gagged and sputtered on his length, still attempting to cry out. The sounds from your warm mouth made him shudder in pleasure.

Bokuto starrted slamming into you immediately, fucking into you with feral intensity and using you as his personal pocket pussy, each thrust pushed your mouth further on Akaashi’s cock.

“Nghh you're so fucking tight kitten, squeezing my dick so fucking good” Bokuto grunted out before placing both his hands on your hips, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave dark bruises and he used that at leverage to fuck into you faster, His fat cock stirring up your insides and hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't know you had, making you moan continuously on Akaashi's cock. Said man slowly started to buck his hips into your mouth, falling into a rhythm with Bokuto, once in a while pushing his cock deep enough that the tip hit the back of your throat.

The room echoed with muffled moans and low growls, squelching sounds filling the room. Both men fastened their pace, pulling and pushing back and forth, singing praises and defiling your body at the same time.

“Oh fuck d-Doll haa.. your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! And I want you to drink every drop of it” Akaashi keened as he kept moving his hips, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly till he felt the outline of his cock making you lightheaded. Akaashi watched as you rolled your watery eyes back in pleasure, choking and gagging on his cock, feeling his cock on your throat was the last strand and it pushed him off the edge and he gave a deep thrust cumming directly inside your throat, fingers still clutching your neck. He pulled out halfway, so that his cum spilled all over your tongue; shudders wrecked through his body as his thighs flexed till it burned, he pinched your nose as pulled out of you and clamped his other hand over your mouth so you had no other choice but to swallow, and once done he pulled you up as he climbed on the table as well.

You hung on Akaashi, hands hooked around his shoulders as Bokuto still kept pummelling into you, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. Akaashi kept kissing you, not leaving your body alone even for a second, biting and sucking on your lips or roaming along the length of your neck. His hands roamed all over your body before sliding between your folds, lithe fingers barely grazing your nub before forming a 'V' where Bokuto's cock enters you, spreading your folds. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, body shivering, you would be laying flat against wood, had it not been for Akaashi holding you up, one hand wrapped around your waist.

Your mind was going crazy, you were so close to cumming but you just needed that little push, that little rub and nudge on your clit. The fact that Akaashi's fingers kept lightly brushing against it didn't help any further, you wanted to just cum, a dam waiting to be broken and you couldn't take it anymore.

“Please, please mmnnn j-just let me cum!!" You cried out, transgressing in the moment of pleasure.

“All you had to do was ask Doll” Akaashi murmured against your skin as his fingers slid up to your clit, rubbing refined, delicate circles around your sensitive nub and that was the final push that made you cum all around Bokuto's cock, pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as an orgasm wrecked through you, compelling your body into a convulsing mess as a prayer of moans leave your lips, your toes curling till your feet hurt.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft triggered Bokuto’s orgasm as well, his hips slowing their pace as he pumped deep strokes into your hole. And with a loud shivering groan against your ear, your pussy was filled with hot spurts of cum as he leaned his weight slightly on your limp body, his skin hot and sweaty against your own.

He placed a soft kiss on your back before pulling out of you, walking away to get something. During the time he’s gone Akaashi gently stroked your hair, while holding you in his warm embrace until Bokuto returned with something in his hand. Bokuto reached out and clicked it into place with alige fingers before smiling devilishly. You looked down, weak hand unconsciously reaching up to touch the item and you gasped, realizing it's a collar, and yanked on it to try and remove it. Hastily you reached behind hoping to find a buckle to release it, but instead you found a lock and turned towards Bokuto.

“D-didn’t you s-say you were going to let me go?” You asked, voice trembling with trepidation. While you were looking away Akaashi linked a leash to your collar, wrapped the excess length around his knuckles and handed it over to Bokuto. He yanked on your collar as he did so, forcefully bringing you closer as he offered Bokuto your leash with a heated kiss before Bokuto pulled away to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile.  

“Oh I said I’ll think about it, and I think I’m not done with you just yet kitten~”

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How do you headcanon Chiffany met?

Ooooh alright.

TW! Mentions of religious trauma, abuse

So I actually had headcanons before the series, and here they are:

Charles Lee Ray (Chucky) grew up in a VERY abusive christian household. His father Louis Henry Ray was a literal father of the church, and his mother Carla Rachel Ray/Thorn stayed home and helped take care of him. Both abused him heavily growing up. Beating him, burning him and... strangling him to "get the devil out" for his "sins". The only friend Chucky had at the time was a boy named Eddie Caputo, and he didn't have it good either.

One fateful night, the night he turned 18, Chucky did his first kill, his own mother and father, strangling them both and dumping their corpses in the river. He forged a note saying they'd run off and since there were no bodies found, he couldn't be accused and was left to roam free... With murder on the mind.

Now Tiffany. Tiffany Delilah Valentine was born to Robert James Valentine and Josephine Violet Valentine/Rosewood out of a lavender marriage arranged by Robert's parents. They already had a daughter at the time, Donna, who Jo adored. Who she did not adore was Tiffany, who she never wanted. Jo was a narcissist perfectionist. She wanted the picture perfect family, one girl, one boy. Robert, though he hated it with her, didn't mind another child so they tried (uncomfortably) for a boy. Jo got pregnant and boom, Tiffany, the opposite of what she wanted "Once is a blessing, twice is a curse" after all. Robert was an amazing father and Tiffany's protector, loving both of his daughters very much. But then he died when Tiffany was 12 of a brain tumor, leaving her all alone with her bitch of a mother and sister who abused her constantly, verbally and sometimes even physically, when her mother didn't spew advice to "at least make you of use". Donna went on to become a magazine model, but Tiffany was different. Sure, she absolutely could walk runways, but she had always been into alternative things, and when she started accepting her alternative style, she dyed her hair from its dark brown to a blonde.

Now, how they met.

Chucky had been at a bar one day with Eddie, talking away before Eddie spotted his crazy ex girlfriend at the bar. He absolutely begged Chucky to go pay and Chucky, calling him a pussy, just took the money and walked to go pay. There, he saw a blonde in a skintight corset and skirt, sipping a cocktail and leaving a black lipstick print and pinching the bridge of her nose with nails painted as black as coal. Chucky obviously with his big ego, leaned over to talk to her. Tiffany looked up and was immediately struck when this man decided to talk to her.

They went back and forth, flirting and joking, before Tiffany began to write her number on a napkin- and then Josephine showed up. She walked up to Tiffany, whispering on how she was a whore and humiliating her and needed to come home. Chucky, who had recognized these tactics with his own family didn't like that too much.

So as he watched as Jo dragged a crying Tiffany out of the bar, he knew what he had to do. He walked over to Eddie, tossing the money at him and followed the two out, staying hidden so he wasn't seen.

Tiffany was forced and locked into her room and Jo went to her own to go to bed...but Chucky snuck in through her window.

Tiffany sat in her room, crying and angry at the thought of losing a chance of meeting someone who could treat her right... Until she heard strange noises coming from her mother's room. Gurgling, coughing noises. Picking her lock with a bobby pin, she walked out and into her mother's room to see what was going on.... And saw the man from the bar, strangling her mother who was already half dead.

Tiffany, witnessing this act was shocked. No one had ever done anything so sweet for her! In awe, all she could say was "Wow you're doing a real number on her, aren't you?"

Chucky turned around, the woman now dead beneath his hands in shock but strangely in awe at this woman/goddess's face of adoration and fear, and a face of adoration formed on his.

"I'm Tiffany." "I'm Charles." "Nice to meet you, Chucky."

[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 18

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader

Warnings: mentions of unwanted touching and assholes thinking of rape (no sexual assault takes place beyond groping)

A/N: This is longish. I'm lazy and didn't edit. If anything is glaring let me know.

***

It was decided that you and Sookie would present as friends looking for a new church. You intended to play quiet and if necessary you would pretend you were the puppet Stan thought you to be until you escaped from your horrible vampire boyfriend. You thought he loved you. Sob. So on and so forth.

Part of you wanted to go with Stan’s idea. Hell, if there was a way to be rid of the Fellowship without it pointing back to the vampires, you’d jump for it in a heartbeat. They were the epitome of everything wrong with so-called religions. Standing behind their gods to justify their hate and prejudices.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot. A perky blonde signaled for you to park and you frowned.

“Why does she look familiar?” Sookie asked.

“That’s Sarah Newlin, the reverend’s wife. I’m not happy that it appears we were expected, Sookie. I doubt she greets everyone that pulls in the parking lot.” You clenched your teeth together. Your gut was telling you to just pull right back out of the parking lot, but this was still your best bet to find Godric. “Just be on guard.”

Sookie nodded her head then slipped out of the car with a grin on her face, ready to greet the Mrs. You followed along behind her playing timid.

“Hi,” Sarah exclaimed. “I’m Sarah Newlin. I saw y’all pulling in and thought I’d come out and greet you myself.”

Sookie walked right up to her and shook her hand. “I can’t believe I’m actually getting to meet you. My name is Heidi Merlotte. This is my friend Sylvia North. We’ve recently moved to the area and are looking for a church.”

Sarah shifted that smile to you and held out her hand. You took it gingerly and kept your other arm wrapped around your waist. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sylvia.”

You just nodded in acknowledgement.

“Well, you’re a quiet thing aren’t you?”

Sookie wrapped her arm around you and leaned forward as if sharing a great secret. “We moved to get Sylvia out of a situation, so to speak. She’s still recovering.”

You could almost believe the look of sympathy Sarah directed your way. She turned and motioned for you to follow her. “Well, follow me and we’ll see if Steve’s available. I’m sure he’d just love to meet you.”

“The reverend himself?” Sookie enthused. “That would be amazing.”

The two of you followed Sarah to an office where Steve Newlin sat behind a large desk. “Honey, we’ve got a couple of friends here looking for a church. Heidi Merlotte and Sylvia North.” You shuffled in and took the offered hand, nodding at his greeting before looking around the office. Sarah bent over to whisper something in her husband’s ear that you weren’t meant to hear. “They insinuated they moved to escape some sort of trauma.”

Steve made a sound of agreement before gracing you with that megawatt smile he was so famous for. You settled into your chair, content to let Sookie do all the talking. She always chattered when she was nervous anyway.

“Sylvia and I met in church actually, but we left when we discovered that the pastor was…well he was…” Sookie trailed off dramatically and you managed to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Homosexual?” Steve suggested.

Ugh, just when you thought you couldn’t hate this guy more than you already did. What an ass. “A sympathizer. He was a sympathizer,” you said before he could say something else that made you want to punch him in the face.

“Now see, that really makes me mad. How can you claim to love God if you love something God hates?” Too late. You wanted to punch him.

“Well, given Sylvia’s history, we know just how horrible vampires are,” Sookie added after a pause and you wondered what she’d heard in the asshole’s head. “No one will ever convince us that they have any sort of control. They are just evil.”

The Newlins’ attention turned to you with her words. You’d curse her, but this was the plan. You unbuttoned the top button on your shirt and pulled it open to show Eric’s marks. Normally you just wore one, but he’d given you a couple of extra the night before to add to your story. Once they’d seen, you buttoned your shirt back up as if you were ashamed.

You cleared your throat. “He was my boss. He was nice enough at first but then he started catching me in the backroom and feeding. He glamoured me into thinking I enjoyed it. That he loved me. I didn’t know until he came to my house one night and Heidi caught him doing it. She told me everything and helped me escape.” You reached over and grabbed Sookie’s hand. “She saved my life. I truly believe that.”

When you finished with your fantasy, you bent your head forward and wiped away a non-existent tear.

“I am sorry that such a horrible thing happened to you. But that’s what we’re here for is to help people like you. None of this was your fault,” Sarah’s voice comes.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” You kept your head down so you didn’t have to meet their gazes again. Frankly, you were tired of looking at them.

Steve clapped his hands together. “Well, let’s take a little tour, shall we?”

A tremor of unease crawled down your spine. You were pretty sure the Rev. Newlin’s job description didn’t include giving tours to the peons. You looked up at them, attempting to appear upset instead of untrusting. Sookie and you followed the couple out of the office to what you assumed was the door of the sanctuary.

Steve stopped before opening them and turned to face you. “Now, be careful when I open the doors.”

You arched a brow. “Careful?”

He grinned. “Sometimes when we open these doors, so much love comes flowing out it just knocks you right over.”

You were pretty sure that was the flood of bullshit actually.

“We’ll be sure and brace ourselves,” Sookie responds with a chipper smile.

When they opened the doors, you were actually impressed with the sight that greeted you. The large wall of windows at the back of the church allowed sunlight to flood the sanctuary. It was quite a stunning display. “It’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it? I just love this room. It just seems to glow in the afternoon light,” Sarah said, obviously meaning every word.

“It’s just so inspiring,” Steve added.

Sookie fidgeted beside you and you knew whatever the reverend was thinking, it wasn’t pleasant. You reached over and hooked your arm with hers.

He looked between the two of you. “Say have you two ever been to a lock-in?”

“A l-lock-in?” Sookie stuttered out.

You gave your brightest, fakest smile and channeled your inner Sookie. “Not since I was a kid. Gosh, those were good times.”

“Well, we’d love to have you join us,” Steve offered.

Whatever he was up to, Sarah didn’t like it if her body language was anything to go by.

Sookie tugged at your arm. “We should go home and get our stuff so we can do the lock-down.”

You looked down to cover your smirk. They were definitely behind Godric’s disappearance then. You understood Sookie wanting to get out of here, if she’d confirmed that, but in all honesty you were the best option for getting Godric out of here without causing a scene.

“You have plenty of time. The lock-inisn’t until tomorrow. Besides, we haven’t finished the tour yet,” Steve said.

“You wanted to see me?” a voice interrupted and Sarah only looked more concerned. A large bald man came to stand by the Newlins. He was obviously their muscle.

“Oh good. Heidi, Sylvia, I’d like you to meet Gabe, one of my aides,” Steve introduced.

Gabe shook your hands while running his gaze over both of you. He licked his lips and you wanted to kick him in the nuts. Maybe later. It would give you something to look forward to.

“Gabe will be joining us for the rest of the tour,” Steve said, patting the other man on the back.

The tour continued far longer than necessary. “I’m sorry but we need to be going. I don’t like to be out after dark,” you said.

“Oh there’s just one more thing I want to show you. It’s a very special part of the tour. Most people don’t get to see it. My father’s tomb.” He sounded entirely too happy about that.

“Steve, are you sure?” Sarah asked.

“Absolutely.”

“I just don’t see why we need to go down there.”

“Not to be rude but I really don’t want to see someone’s grave,” you said.

Steve looked at you. “You have to see it. You can really feel his spirit down there. It’s the cornerstone our church is built on.” He opened a door that led down a steep set of stairs. Creepy basement. Check. And probably no windows. Perfect place to keep a vampire.

Sookie grasped your arm. “Sylvia?”

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked.

“She’s a little claustrophobic,” you lied.

“Well, at least take a little looksee so you can say you saw everything and you can make an informed decision,” the reverend argued.

“But we’ve already decided to go here so I don’t think it’s necessary,” Sookie said, her voice shaking. “We should go, Sylvia.”

“No,” Steve said. “Gabe!” Steve dived for Sookie and Gabe came after you. He grabbed you from behind, crossing his arms over the front of you, copping a cheap feel as he did so. Fucker. Irritation and Anger flooded through you and you knew Eric would pick up on it. He wouldn’t give you long before he came in after the two of you.

It wouldn’t take much for you to get free and to free Sookie as well, but you wouldn’t get a better opportunity to explore the basement. You feigned fighting and let the asshole carry you down the stairs with a firm grip on your breast.

You heard Sookie fighting behind you. “A little help, Gabe. I think the fucking banger’s on V,” Steve yelled.

“Quit fighting, Heidi. You’ll only get hurt,” you called and heard the commotion die down. At least she trusted you enough to do what you said.

They carried the two of you into a storage cage and locked you in after taking Sookie’s purse and searching both of you. As soon as they were out of sight and you heard the door shut upstairs, Sookie turned to you. “I sure as hell hope you have a plan because that Gabe guy is a total asshole.”

You hummed in agreement and pulled your lockpicking tools from your hair. They looked like barrettes and bobby pins to the untrained eye. “My plan is to find Godric before Eric gets here to rescue us.”

“You seem sure he’ll come,” she said, sounding surprised.

“I am. And if he doesn’t, I’ll get us out. Don’t worry about it.” You moved over to the gate to see the best way to go about getting the two of you out. The chain link configuration complicated things a bit but you’d figure it out.

“You’re always so sure about things. I wish I was like that.”

“A little bit of uncertainty makes life exciting,” you said with a grin before grabbing the gate and shaking it to see how sturdy it was. Keeping your grip you leaned against it. “Little god, little god, it’s time to go home,” you said in a singsong voice. Godric would hear you if he was anywhere in the basement.

“Little god?”

“Long story,” you assured her and shook the gate again. “Good news, the gate is designed to keep people out, not in. Also good news, I’m not completely human.”

“What’s the bad news?” she asked.

“This will be loud.” Unfortunately, the only top to the cage was the ceiling so there was nothing above you to grab onto. Instead, you grabbed onto the chain link beside the gate and used it to swing your body at an angle so your feet hit right where the lock was. You repeated the action two more times before dropping down so you could check the lock.

“Little god, I’m not leaving without you. I know you like me too much to let me die,” you said distracted as your focus was on the gate. You’d definitely done some damage but you decided to keep your feet on the ground and see what kind of damage side kicks could do.

After the second kick, you heard the door upstairs open. “What’s going on down there?” Gabe. Good.

“Nothing,” you called back even as you kicked again and the lock gave way. You grabbed the gate and pulled it shut as his feet thundered down the stairs.

He glared at the two of you before finally settling on you. You had no idea what Sookie looked like behind you but you were giving your best evil grin. “What are you up to, you little bitch?”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady,” you taunted, waiting for him to get closer.

“You’re not a lady,” he said. “You’re just some vampire’s whore.” He licked his lips and looked you over again as he pulled keys from his pocket. When he caught sight of the lock, he frowned and moved forward, “What the hell?”

Once he was within striking distance, you slammed the gate forward so it cracked him in the head and shoved him back. You didn’t give him time to recover before you attacked with punches and kicks. He got a couple of hits in as he tried to take you down. To regain the upper hand. But you weren’t about to let that happen. Finally, you got in position to put your arm around his neck. You kept the hold up until he dropped to his knees. When you would have continued until he quit breathing, a hand dropped on your shoulder.

“Enough.”

You looked to Godric. He wasn’t your sire. You had no loyalty to him, but he was a friend. You released Gabe and took a step back. Your gaze ran over the little god. Other than being paler than usual, he looked good. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. That was all the invitation you needed to wrap your arms around him.

He returned the hug. He moved his nose near your neck and inhaled. “You smell like my child.”

“Mates.”

He held you at arms length and looked at you in surprise. “He’ll come for you then. Not that he wouldn’t have anyway.”

“Oh, yeah. I figure we’re about out of time.” You gestured to the cage. “Godric, meet Sookie. Sookie, Godric.”

Sookie gave him a smile and a little wave. “Nice to meet you.”

His mouth set in a firm line and his gaze settled on you. “You brought a human with you to rescue me?”

“She’s a little something else, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Not particularly, no. Especially considering what this one would have done had you not been who you are,” he gestured at Gabe.

“Speaking of, you should let me kill him. He groped me.” Reminded of the earlier incident you moved over to the prone form and nudged him so he was laying on his back. Then you kicked him in the balls as hard as you could. “Asshole.”

Godric’s lips twitched. “Feel better?”

“Much.” Sounds of a fight came from upstairs. “Eric.”

“Yes. I am here, my child. Down here.”

In a flash Eric was there. He stopped in front of you first, holding your arms as he looked you over. “I’m fine.”

He nodded once before turning to his maker. “Godric,” he said almost reverently before kneeling in front of him.

The moment was interrupted by Sookie’s laughter. The three of you turned your attention to her. She had a hand over her mouth as she tried to quiet herself. She shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just Eric is all respectful and kneeling while you hugged him and called him little god. It’s just funny.”

Eric got to his feet and gave you a look. “Of course, you did.”

“What? Godric likes my hugs.”

[murusagi]

[Shuuen no Virche -Error:Salvation-] Ceres' Short Story Translation

the original can be found here

This is a story that took place a year ago, when I met "him" for the first time at the field of Lycoris noige.

In a corner of Kuhne, at an orphanage managed by Sister Salome, there lived a girl who was known as "the God of Death" and feared by a lot of people. That girl is me, Ceres.

Due to the townspeople's stares, I barely left the orphanage and spent my days helping out at the facility. It was as if I was in hiding. However, working as a temporary staff means that I have to finish any given task thrown at me. Therefore, for the first time ever, I decided to go out shopping by myself.

***

The moment I arrived at the town plaza, a stir ran through the people.

"'The God of Death' is here." "Get lost right at this instant."

"..."

Having all those people look at me while saying such things… It made me scared. It made my heart ache. It made me sad.

The only thing I could do to get along with them was…

"Good afternoon…"

I put an ambiguous, fake smile on my face. After doing so, people who looked at me with such hatred simply turned their faces away. I passed by the church in a hurry.

…

…..

"Oh, my. Is the girl who passed by just now… Ceres? How rare of her to go out alone… But looking at her… Hmm."

"Sighs. I'm ashamed that I can't be of any help. I hope a day will come where you can walk around outside without looking down… I wish there's something that an adult like me, whose days are numbered, can do to help you."

***

Sister Salome… Mom asked me to prepare for the ingredients in Marche and deliver a letter to the state research institute, where relivers are created. In order to go to the institute, which is located in the centre of the country, I walked down the street in the district of the rich, Syude.

Even in a district full of people who can live leisurely like this, when I passed by the biggest mansion there… From an open window, something as thin as a cloth slowly fell to my hand. I grabbed it in a hurry.

"A novel… manuscript?"

I wonder if it belonged to the owner of this mansion. I took a quick look at the manuscript. Despite that, I could tell the words written there were filled with excitement.

(No. I shouldn't read it without their permission. It's rude. Still, I can't help but be curious about what kind of person who lives here to be able to write such a beautiful story.)

No matter how curious I was, it would be too suspicious of me to suddenly visit a big mansion like this--especially because we didn't know each other. I gave the manuscript to a male guard who happened to walk near the gate and continued to head to the research district, Cerunevor.

…

…..

(T-Thank goodness. Someone picked up the manuscript. I'll have Jean go get it after this.)

(However, I couldn't express my gratitude to the person who picked it up. She has such beautiful golden hair. I could tell even from afar.)

***

I finally arrived at the state research institute, giving the letter Mom wrote to a male guard there.

Thinking I would only be a bother if I stayed there too long, I quickly left as soon as I said my thanks.

At that time…

"...?"

I felt like someone was staring at me. However, when I looked back, the guard had already looked out in another direction.

(Maybe it's only my imagination.)

Mom must be worried about me. Thinking that, I started walking back home.

…

…..

"Hmm. Just when I thought I saw someone with a striking hair color… I see. So she's the so-called 'the God of Death.' Even from this distance, I can tell she's such a gloomy little girl. I don't want her near me under any circumstances."

***

…..

"Did the handymen Krewn do something again?"

"I heard they found a child drowning and rescued them!"

"But the water was quite rough due to the heavy storm last night, you know? Man… They sure have the guts to risk their lives to save others even though they haven't made any preparation to be relivers."

Handyman. If I remember correctly, they run a service that is willing to take any kinds of requests in Kuhne, especially from those who are particularly in trouble. I heard people trust them more than the guards who protect the country.

(Must be nice…)

Me too.

(If only I had the power to save other people like them, and not the power to kill people…)

I couldn't let my presence ruin such a happy atmosphere, so I decided to take a detour to go back to the orphanage.

"...Hm?"

"What's wrong, Yves? Why are you suddenly looking back?"

"Hugo. Ah. No. I just felt like someone was staring at me."

(I'm not sure why, but I'm feeling really down because I don't know who it is. Do I know them? Or not…)

(I know it's strange to even say, 'See you again,' but I hope I get the chance to talk to them next time. I'm curious to know what kind of person who was looking at me.)

***

My little journey, which was filled with longing for other people, finally came to an end.

Even though there were a lot of instances where I felt "scared" and "sad," I managed to get back "home."

"Do you really think it's okay to let her go out by herself? I'm going to go after her…"

From behind the door, I could hear my precious "brother" talking to Mom.

(Adolphe is such a worrywart. He never changes.)

The frustration in his voice turned the "fear" I had been feeling since a little while ago into "relief."

I put a little bit of strength to open the door.

Instead of the fake smile I put on before, I gave my family a heartfelt smile. There was only one thing I had to say to my family who had been waiting for my return.

"I'm home…!"

Going outside made me realize once again how this place gives me a small happiness in my despair-filled life.