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gazrgaley · 1 year ago

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C.R.O.W (Chapter 20)

As Grendel rummaged through the pristine kitchen, he scoffed when he picked up a single fork that lay neatly on a hand towel. "Not clean my ass," he muttered to himself. This place made showrooms look filthy in comparison. He began to wonder if Devon even lived here.

However, Grendel knew he needed more information about Devon. The sexual encounter, as impressive as it may have been, was merely the first step in his plan. But he knew that one good night in bed wouldn't be enough to make Devon betray C.R.O.W. I

As Grendel entered the living room, the heart of the apartment, he took in the sight before him. Two sofas, one large and one small, were arranged in an L shape, with a square end table positioned between them. The furniture seemed untouched, displaying no signs of wear or disorder. Flanking a sleek television were two meticulously organized bookshelves, filled with books and decorative items. The room exuded an aura of pristine cleanliness, matching the standard set by the kitchen.

Amongst the impeccably arranged living room, Grendel's eyes were drawn to a collection of picture frames turned face down, concealing the photographs within. Curiosity piqued as he picked up the first frame, carefully flipping it over to reveal a snapshot of a stunning woman adorned in a traditional saree. Her eyes sparkled with a warmth that seemed distant.

Grendel made a mental note to look into who she was. After all, he wasn't above a little blackmail if needed. Especially if it came down to life or death, and more so now that Milo was involved. But if things went to plan, he would bring good news home that night.

Grendel's gaze shifted to the drawers at the bottom of the bookcase, hoping to find a trace of untidiness amidst the meticulous order. He yearned for some evidence that Devon wasn't an impeccably programmed robot, but his hopes were swiftly dashed. In one of the drawers, he stumbled upon a game system, accompanied by a handful of games neatly arranged next to a controller. The worn-out buttons and grips offered the sole indication that they had been used, the faint imprints of countless gaming sessions etched upon them.

His attention quickly turned to the other drawer, expecting to find a jumble of miscellaneous items. Yet, everything was organized with an almost inhuman accuracy. A row of movies, meticulously arranged in alphabetical order. With further inspection, Grendel realized just how unsettling his findings were.

Grendel's curiosity piqued as he directed his attention to the other drawer. And Just like everything else, this too was organized to the point of nausea. A row of movies greeted his eyes, each one meticulously arranged in alphabetical order, their spines forming a seamless gradient of titles. The realization dawned on Grendel that this level of meticulousness surpassed ordinary tidiness. It bordered on an almost inhuman accuracy, as if every object had been meticulously positioned with measured precision. The sight sent a chill down Grendel's spine, raising questions about the depths of Devon's obsession with order and control.

As Grendel absorbed the revelation that the movies were all for children, his unease deepened. He felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, drawing him towards the closed bedroom doors across the room. With a heavy heart, he approached them, his anticipation mingled with a growing sense of dread. Opening the first door, he was met with a sight that confirmed his worst fears.

Two children's rooms, meticulously maintained and as immaculate as the rest of the apartment, lay before him. The beds were neatly made, their vibrant sheets untouched. Stuffed animals lined the shelves, their button eyes staring back with a haunting emptiness. Toys were meticulously arranged, seemingly waiting for tiny hands that would never play with them again.

Grendel's heart sank further as he contemplated the implications of this haunting discovery. What had happened to the children who once occupied these rooms? The silence within the apartment became deafening, as if the absence of their laughter and footsteps resonated through the empty spaces.

Returning to the picture frames, Grendel's trembling hands slowly revealed each one, unveiling a heart-wrenching story captured within the photographs. Devon had once had a family. Two small children and a wife. But where were they now? The frames stood as painful reminders of a past life, a happiness that had been shattered and replaced with a sterile facade.

Devon stood there, wearing nothing but a long-sleeved shirt, his voice trembling with a mix of panic and anger. "What are you doing?" Devon asked, his gaze shifting to the frame Grendel was holding, his eyes flickering with a momentary vulnerability.

Grendel's attention sharpened as he noticed Devon's momentary shift in gaze towards the drawer on the coffee table. It was a subtle yet telling clue, fueling Grendel's curiosity.

Grendel's mischievous smile widened, a glint of curiosity and anticipation in his eyes. He had caught Devon's momentary flicker of vulnerability, and the hidden contents of the drawer now became an irresistible mystery begging to be unraveled.

Devon's panic mingled with a hint of resignation, realizing he couldn't stop the inevitable. A tense silence hung in the air, each passing second weighted with unspoken truths. Finally, Devon spoke. "It's personal... private. Please, Grendel, don't go there."

Grendel's heart pounded in his chest as he lunged towards the drawer, his entire being consumed by a fervent desire to uncover its secrets.

In a synchronized flurry of motion, both Grendel and Devon launched themselves towards the drawer, their bodies propelled by desperation. Their movements a blur as they collided with the table, the impact reverberating through the room with a thunderous thud.

The force of their collision sent objects flying, a chaotic symphony of clattering and scattering filling the air. Among the scattered debris of seemingly ordinary items, Grendel's eyes locked onto the sight of a large certified envelope, its presence amidst the mundane sparking a surge of excitement within him.

Without a moment's hesitation, Grendel's instincts took over, his hand snatching the envelope from its resting place. He knew he had chosen the right thing with how Devon reacted.

Sensing Devon's impending pursuit, Grendel wasted no time. He swiftly maneuvered through the room, his strides purposeful and confident, as if driven by an invisible force. Dodging Devon each time he tried to reach for the papers.

Devon, fueled by a mix of determination and alarm, chased after Grendel. As Grendel reached the edge of the room, he felt a surge of exhilaration course through his veins as he pulled the papers out.

Grendel's inhuman abilities allowed him to absorb the contents of the papers in a matter of seconds. Yet, it was the first few lines that held the key to understanding everything. As the truth unfolded before him, his once confident smile faded, replaced by a somber realization. Devon stood motionless.

Divorce papers, originating from a distant corner of the world, revealed a truth that transcended mere appearances. This meticulous way of living wasn't a facade or a preference for Devon, but rather a desperate attempt to create order amidst the chaos of his life. It was a poignant reflection of his shattered existence, a quest for perfection to compensate for the profound messiness that surrounded him.

This revelation didn't change Grendel's plans; if anything, it only solidified his conviction. It became clear to him that out of everyone in C.R.O.W., Devon was the one who possessed both the capability and the willingness to assist him.

In fact, that was the very reason Grendel had sought out Devon that night. He knew that Devon yearned for someone, anyone, to acknowledge his existence. The divorce papers served as confirmation of this deep-seated longing.

At this juncture, Grendel felt that he could be completely transparent with Devon. He could unveil the true purpose of his presence, revealing his intentions to use him as a means to an end--someone who could aid both Grendel and Milo.

All of this could have unfolded tonight. Grendel could have laid bare his motives, confident that he could sway Devon to his cause. However, instead of proceeding with his original plan, he deliberately returned the papers to Devon's hands. "Tonight was enjoyable. We should do it again sometime," he uttered softly, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of Devon's nose before departing.

***

Even now, Justin wasn't sure why he was there. He still found everything about Milo reprehensible. And he still blamed him for Amy's death. But as he sat there with a cup of tea that undoubtedly had blood in it, he found he didn't want to leave. He didn't really want to stay either. In fact, he wasn't sure why he was there to begin with.

He fiddled with the cup at hand in uncomfortable silence, his finger grazing the paint on the fine china, almost afraid if he held it too tight, it would break. Trying to think of anything to say. To give himself any reason not to just stand up and walk out the door.

Yes, he felt the need to tell Milo that he had ultimately saved his life. But he didn't really care what Milo thought. Perhaps he was afraid if he hadn't, Milo would tell the rest of the group what he really was. He didn't like the concept of computer bits wrapped around his spine, capable of separating the spinal column at any time.

He wasn't sure what that would mean for someone like Milo, or himself. He was sure it wouldn't be pleasant. At the very least, it would slow Milo down, right? He knew what Milo was capable of, but surely even something like that would slow him down. Even so, he knew that wasn't something he wanted to face.

But none of this seemed right. Why was Milo helping to begin with? He clearly didn't care for humans. He was up to something. Yes, that was it. That was a good enough reason to stay. Find out what he was up to. Help C.R.O.W. out, even if he couldn't tell them about it.

He thought about it. Milo's one driving force before was to find out where his family was. Perhaps Milo thought he could learn more about his family by working with C.R.O.W.? But that made no sense. Hadn't he already found them? Hadn't they owned the hotel they were at right now? Maybe it was because of him? Milo was stalking him, making sure he didn't do something stupid. Or maybe his plans were far more sinister.

Milo was the one who broke the silence. "I have no desire to murder them. If that's what you are thinking?" He didn't even bother to look up from the paper he was reading. More concerned with the affairs of others than to give Justin the time of day. He would be dead if it wasn't for him, and this is how Milo was going to treat him?

"Then why did you even show up in the first place?" Justin queried, his gaze fixed on Milo, but he didn't react, preferring to focus on the page he was reading. This was surprising to see, not because Milo was reading (he was always reading something), but he couldn't remember seeing someone actually reading a newspaper. He was sure it was something people did. But most people he knew read it on there phones.

Milo may become completely absorbed in it. It was almost as if it were a need. He reflected on his childhood, when he thought vampires were made-up stories. Someone once told him that throwing something on the ground, like pebbles or rice would cause a vampire to be delayed because they would have to count it. He wondered if Milo's ruse was reading.

Milo's dislike of cell phones was perhaps for the best. If he ever did, he'd probably wind up rotting away in some corner.

When Milo spoke, it made Justin jump. "I could ask you the same thing." Folding the paper, giving Justin all his attention. This was somehow worse. It was obvious; he wanted to stop the monsters that harmed innocent people every night. He didn't want Amy's death to be for nothing. He wanted to- His thought was cut off when he noticed the way Milo was looking at him.

It was clear that he intended to put an end to the monsters that harmed innocent people every night. He didn't want Amy's death to go in vain. He desired to- When he observed how Milo was looking at him, his idea was cut off.

"I have a better question," Milo said, knowingly. "Why didn't you just let them try to kill me?"

Milo was still so full of himself that he didn't think that CROW could pull it off. But the question lingered in his mind. Milo would have the answer before he did. He had no idea how Milo did it, but he could read him like a book. That irritated him. He could feel his blood starting to boil as his fist clenched up. Milo may have been smart, but that didn't change anything.

He was also a monster who slaughtered people with no regard for who was affected. And it wasn't just him. He looked around the hotel room. Grendel was nowhere to be seen. But just the idea of him walking in the room made him want to hit something. The wall, the table, Grendel's stupid face.

"Why do you care about why I do anything?" Justin shouted, needing to vent his frustration. And it was better that he yelled than strike the granite countertop. "I have a question for you." Justin moved a little closer. As his breathing became heavier, he puffed his chest out. Milo, on the other hand, did not budge an inch. His features remained as austere and impenetrable as ever.

"Every night, you go about killing people. You claim you have no choice. You claim it's because simply consuming blood isn't enough for you at your age. But then you allow that monster, that beast, go around and do even worse things. He destroys everything he touches and refuses to learn. And you sit here and look after him. What exactly are you? You're a facilitator."

Justin could have continued. It would have been simple. Despite that not being the reason for being there that night. Truth be told, he still wasn't quite sure why he was there. But now that he was there, he was going to question Milo. Milo, on the other hand, stood there as if he had two heads. This wasn't fair. Justin was the better person in every aspect. But Milo still looked at him as though he was the one in the wrong.

"Answer me, goddamn it."

"I'm sorry, was there a question in any of that?" Milo inquired quietly as he laid his cup down.

Justin resisted the urge to punch him. He couldn't have done it. Milo would have grabbed his hand and thrown him across the room before he realized what had happened. "How do you live with yourself?'' Justin forced the words out of his throat, where a scorching rawness formed.

Milo's face began to sneer as Justin continued to speak. "Because I like it. I feel no regret for those I kill. Just as most humans have little regret for the cows they murder for sustenance. I like what I do in the same manner as a person would enjoy a pig roast. It's necessary, and I enjoy it since the alternative is my demise or worse."

Milo stared at him for the first time that night, actually looked at him. He saw that familiar expression of contempt in his eyes as he looked him up and down.

"You lied to me for months," Justin said, dismissing whatever excuse Milo felt he was giving. "You said I needed to kill to survive. But that's not how it works? I only need blood, and it doesn't have to be human. You say you need to kill, but I believe it is only you."

Milo remained silent, and Justin hoped he had gotten the better of him. But it was difficult to tell with Milo. He was always calm and appeared disinterested.

"And what would you prefer, me to be more like you? Lost and confused in the world. Teaming up with people who are actively trying to kill you. Do you think your little friends would accept you if they knew the truth? I know you believe the guilt is what makes you better, but it just makes you less happy."

"At least-" Justin attempted to respond. He knew he was correct, so why couldn't he say it? Why did Milo appear to tower over him despite being taller than him, even while Milo was standing? When it came to Milo, why couldn't he defend himself?

"And in terms of being a facilitator, as you put it. I just told you that I enjoy what I do. Do you truly believe that will upset me?"

Justin took a few steps back. He was about to open his mouth. Tell him how wrong it was that he sat there and forced him to drink the blood of living beings. That he took terrible pleasure out of his misery. That he used him without thinking about how it might influence his life.

But none of that was said. Every attempt Justin made to say all of this fell short as the door flung open and Grendel walked through. To his surprise, and Milo's, from the face he made. The idiot looked sober. He gave one glance to the two of them as he strolled past them and threw the living room to his own room.

"What's that," Justin said before he could stop himself. "No whoring yourself out tonight?"

Grendel turned around, a goofy grin on his face. "Whores get paid, I'm a slut," he said as he pressed his palms to his lips and blew a kiss. "All of this is free." He offered him a short wink as he turned and sauntered off to his section of the hotel.

Grendel's hand shot over his head as Milo started to say something, waving him off. "I'm working on it. Give me a couple more days."

Justin turned to ask Milo what Grendel meant by that. But Milo's expression told him he knew just as much as Justin.

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yanderemommabean · 2 years ago

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Little Undead Scenario

To say the storm brewing looked ominous, was an understatement. The pelting drops of rain were foretelling of a disastrous storm the likes you’ve never witnessed.

You didn’t need more stress while trying to gather yourself. It’s been days since the incident, yet you still can’t shake the horrid visions from your memory. It’s as if it’s still happening, that you’re still trapped and having to wrench away from the psychos grip.

You were told the damage you did with your knife killed him, but that it was clearly self defense. You were thankful to carry that thing with you, but the item now serves as a haunting reminder. The blood, the gurgling nonsense the man was spewing as blood dribbled down his throat- it makes your skin crawl and your hands grip your hair in terror.

A thunderous boom shakes the foundation of your home, and you shriek as lightning strikes just out your window, igniting a tree limb that’s quickly extinguished by the downpour. You stare wide eyed out your window for a moment, but a knock on your door reels you back to reality.

“Coming!” you shout, dashing to the door quickly, wondering who it could be. The poor soul must need help from the flooding roads.

Opening the door, your face drains of color, eyes unable to believe who’s standing before them.

“Storm’s getting worse…Can I come in?”

No. No this can’t be possible! There’s no way! None! The man was killed, buried! You watched him go into the ground!

“Darling? Why, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” the used-to-be corpse laughs, pushing the door open more, yet not stepping inside. “May I come in? I’m sure you’re curious! Plus this storm is dreadful, and I would love to warm up with you by the fire”.

“Y-You died…I stabbed you! I-I watched you die!” You shout in disbelief as you stumble back, landing on your ass as the undead man laughs, but seemingly couldn’t enter the threshold. “Ah, yes, you DID kill me. You got just the right place! But you must not have heard my final words. I don’t blame you, the police can be rather loud and obnoxious when in matters that don’t need their business”.

Your stomach lurches as the fear and confusion takes over, your mind spinning as the storm rages on, becoming worse as the being simply stands there with a wicked grin. “If i can’t come in today, perhaps tomorrow? Or maybe I’ll swoon you later than that” he sighs, lightning crashing behind him, illuminating his form more.

His throat had stitches, and his eyes were a dark, demonic red. “I loved how you thrusted that knife into me. It felt so good to be touched by you! Oh but…You were just a bit too rough, weren’t you?” he cackles, his hand coming to cup his cheek as he stares at you, still stuck on the floor.

“I suppose you’re curious, maybe even thrilled to know how I came to find you again? It’s rather entertaining, I could make some wine, kiss you sweetly, and happily tell you everything. You just have to let me in”.

“Go to hell!” you scream, scrambling back until you hit the wall, door still wide open as the winds blow and the storm roars on. The maniac just grins, loving how weak and fragile you look. So easy to tear into if he wanted too. Well, he wants to tear into you in more pleasurable ways, more romantic than brutish.

“Been there, the devil sent me back. Told me he won’t accept a soul with unfinished business”.

You only swallow thickly, watching as he flashes his red irises “I’m not going anywhere. If it takes a hundred years, or a thousand, I won’t lose you again. It’ll be easier my darling, if you just let me inside”.

(Dumb little story ignore me -Mommabean)

#yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean

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galushanationalrailways · 2 years ago

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The Fraggle Rock Story Ch. 11

Chapter Eleven: Lovestained

Gobo remained enraged at Red for the rest of the night. But, around midnight, he also became enraged with himself for losing his temper. He feared that, by throwing Red out, he had destroyed their friendship forever. With Mokey seemingly unable to look at him without crying, that meant he had lost two of his best friends. Which one of the remaining two would be next? He tossed and turned all night, never getting a single wink of sleep.

At breakfast, Wembley saw that Gobo’s eyes were bloodshot and surrounded with dark brown bags. “Oh, Gobo, you look terrible!” said Wembley.

“I must,” said Gobo, “I feel terrible. If only she hadn’t made you cry…”

“Gobo, you need to go back to bed!”

“What good is going to bed if I know I can’t sleep?” Gobo’s movements were sluggish and fatigued. He tried to pick up a jar of preserves but it slipped from his hand and dashed itself upon the table. The contents went everywhere, but mostly on Wembley. “Oh, for goodness sake,” said Gobo, “I’m awful sorry, Wembley. It’s all over your, uh, courting suit.”

“That’s fine,” said Wembley. “I wasn’t planning to court anybody until this afternoon, anyway. I can just go and get it—laundered…”

“Well, there should be plenty of time for that,” said Gobo. “And you were right, Wembley. I’m going to bed.” He crawled back in his bunk and, by some miracle, was soon asleep.

Wembley panicked in his mind. The only person who could clean his shirt was the same person who he had feelings for not twenty-four hours ago, feelings which, as much as he tried to bury them, only burbled back to the surface at regular intervals. But a stained suit was a stained suit, and Boober was the only one who knew how to properly clean it. So he got up and walked to Boober’s house. There he found Boober asleep. Without considering Boober’s fastidious sleep schedule, he began shouting “Wake up, Boober! Help me!”

Boober leapt up immediately. “What is it, sugarlips—I mean, Wembley? Oh, it was only a dream. Heh heh. What’s wrong?”

“Well, I was going to go out courting, but Gobo spilled preserves all over my suit!”

“You, courting? That’s a surprise. Who..who is it?” A strange feeling invaded Boober’s bosom. Could it be jealousy?

“It’s Lou! Remember her?”

“Yeah. But didn’t you decide you weren’t in love with her?” “Yeah, but I decided I’m in love with her again!” “Great.”

“So here’s my suit,” said Wembley, taking it off (the reader may be reassured he was wearing his usual banana tree shirt underneath, this isn’t that sort of a fiction). “You can save it, right?”

“Of course. I’ll just put it in with these robes here, and it’ll be all ready for the afternoon.”

“Thank you, Boober!” said Wembley, “You’re such a good friend!”

“Please don’t mention it.” He put the suit on top of the robes. The slight impact was enough to mildly disturb Red, who was still sleeping within the tub.

“Aww,” muttered Red. “Can’t we stay like this just ten more minutes?”

“What was that?” Wembley cried, deeply confused. “You’re not haunted, are you?”

“Must have been the wind,” said Boober. “It sounds kinda funny sometimes.” He crossed over to a huge pot of cold water, picked it up, and dumped it in the tub. “Here we go,” he said. “Now I’ll just put in some tar sand abrasive and-- What’s that sputtering?”

“Help! Help! I’m drowning!”

“Some cave creature must have climbed into the laundry again,” said Boober, hastily throwing the robes across the room. At the bottom of the tub he found Red, cuddled up to one of the robes and absolutely drenched with the water.

“Red Fraggle, what in tarnation are you doing here?” he yelled. “What makes you think my washtub is some kind of refuge for—for whatever this is?”

“Oh, uh, hi Boober, Gobo kicked me out of the house and--”

“Don’t explain, Red, I just realized I don’t care. Go sit somewhere and dry out. Go on, go! Out of my laundry! Now!” Red climbed out and sat down despondently on Boober’s armchair.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, and then went right back to sleep.

“Well,” said Boober, “Now that the sanctity of my home has been utterly destroyed by that interloper, we can get on with the dagnabbed laundry.” He began putting the various detergents in the tub.

“How are things going with Tosh?” asked Wembley.

“Wonderful,” said Boober. “Just… wonderful.”

“Well, I should only expect so,” said Wembley. “After all, a handsome guy like you should have no trouble with the ladies! I’m not gay, but—but you’re just the handsomest boy on the rock!”

“You flatter me, Wembley,” said Boober. “I always thought you were the handsomest boy on the rock. I don’t mean anything by it, of course, but it’s true.”

“Why, thank you, Boober!” He paused. “Do you think Lou thinks so too?”

“I’m sure she does,” said Boober. “If I were Lou, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself.”

“Really?”

“How could I?” asked Boober. “You’ve got that charm that just drives the ladies wild!”

“Why, thank you, Boober,” said Wembley, “And I’m sure that—that if I were Tosh, I wouldn’t be able to resist you either. So if you were Lou and I were Tosh,” he continued, now in full rambling mode, “and we both found each other irresistible, that would make us—well, what we’re not. Sorry.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” said Boober. “Surely we gentlemen can have an aesthetic appreciation of each other without—without that sort of thing going on.”

“Yeah, of course! I’ve never been in love with a man before, but they sure can be cute, can’t they?”

“Yes, I suppose they can.”

“Boober,” Wembley began, his heart beating for reasons that had inexplicably burbled to the surface, “Do you think, uh, that is, do you think you’ll marry her?”

“Yes, of course, someday,” said Boober, “When Jamdolin finally gets his certification training. I don’t expect poor Cantus could do another one, after what happened last time.”

Wembley shuddered. “It’s a good thing Gobo wasn’t cut down!”

“I tremble to think of what would have happened if Robert had been a better swordsman. Anyway, I wouldn’t want to trouble the dear old fellow.”

“Me neither,” said Wembley.

“There, your suit’s all done, I’ll go ahead and put it on the line.”

It was at this point Wembley caught a glimpse of Boober’s tail. “It’s awful pretty today, isn’t it?” he murmured.

“What is?”

“Your tail. It’s glowing nice and softly and… Oh, it’s just awful pretty.”

“Why, thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” He paused. “If I were Tosh, I would just want to snuggle up against it for hours and hours. It’s beautiful…”

“So what’s stopping you?” cried Red, who had been awoken by this fascinating display of no-homoism. “It shouldn’t take a detective to tell the two of you you’re in love, but I guess I gotta.”

“Us? In love? What are you talking about?”

“Isn’t it obvious? How has it not been obvious to the two of you for years? You’re in love! You’re in love! Why beat around the bush? Wembley, you told me you loved Boober! Just confess already!”

“I—I didn’t!” said Wembley. “I didn’t!” He began to cry again.

“Red, I think you should leave,” said Boober.

“Fine. But I made the same mistake the two of you are making—remember that. And look at me now. A sopping wet, miserable wreck.” She left.

“Oh, Boober, please believe me,” said Wembley, lying, as Red had done, out of panic. “I never said any such thing--”

“I believe you, buddy,” said Boober, putting his arm over Wembley’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. Tell you what, why don’t we ask Tosh and Lou out on a double date?

“Hey,” said Wembley, “That’s a great idea!”

“That way I’ll get to observe your technique.”

“That sounds great!”

“Yep,” said Boober, “for once in my life I have complete confidence that nothing, absolutely nothing, is going to go wrong.”

#fraggle rock #woober #redkey #gobo #losh #enjoy it while it lasts boober

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nhaamazu · 2 years ago

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FFXIV Writes 2022 - Day 4 - (Free/Open Prompt) Mother

Elodie had made many bad decisions in her time. Yet only one left her with regret that would cling to her like a stain on her aether, haunting her no matter how the decades passed.

You see, she was young and pretty once. And as young, pretty things are wont to do, she fell for a man of status, one many years older than herself, with hair the colour of earth-aspected crystal and eyes as blue as the summer sky. Oh, how her friends had seethed when she had spoke of their dalliances. She had known that it would not be forever, that he had designs on no less than the Archbishop’s seat, but she had cherished their days together all the same. Perhaps too much, for soon her dresses grew tight about the waist and her dashing man grew distant.

Her parents had been furious. Their name was barely worth a gil as it was - for their only daughter to have a child out of wedlock was a scandal they could not afford. It mattered not that she carried their grandchild, nor that she had nowhere to go. Suddenly, she was alone and hungry, and the young and the beautiful seemed not to matter any more.

There were kindly folk in the Brume, but their gil and their hospitality only stretched too far. Soon, she found herself considering the unthinkable. Anything to stay warm at night. The father did not answer her, not through letters or visitations, and in her desperation she grew vindictive. For her family were not the only ones to fear scandal, nor to have something so fragile to lose. The letter she penned was unkind to the last word, threatening to reveal the truth of her child’s parentage to the deacons and the bishops of the church, to lay ruin to the future he had so carefully planned.

‘And think not about silencing me, Haumoix - should aught happen to me or our child, I have seen to it that the whole of Ishgard shall know your part in it.’

She did not sleep that night, so ashamed was she of her ungentle words. But as she cradled her ever-swelling belly, she knew that it mattered not how she tarnished her own soul, so long as her child survived.

Some days later, he came to her, with fury in his eyes, but she saw beyond that, to the cold chill of fear.

“Give up the child,” he demanded. “Never speak of them or of me again, and I shall see to it that they are placed with a wealthy, loving family. I will even spare enough coin for you to start a life elsewhere. Those are my terms.”

Anything. She would do anything for the life growing inside of her. So, she agreed, though it killed her in that moment to do so.

And so the weeks passed, and she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. By the grace of the Fury, it was love at first sight. How could she part with him? He had his father’s eyes, but he also possessed a head of the thickest black hair - just like her. The moment she pressed him to her bosom, she knew that he would take a piece of her with him if he left. But she remembered the deal she had made, and the future that lay ahead of him. Were she selfish, he would grow up yet another forgotten child of the Brume. This way was better. It had to be. Even if he never knew how much she loved him, or how she died a sure, swift death that day, when she allowed the nursemaid to take him. Yet she would not allow him to depart without a name. No doubt his new parents would furnish him with a new one, but she had to have this much, that maybe the Fury would recognise this final gift and see fit to reunite them in her halls.

A name for a new life.

Aymeric.

“May it carry you to greatness, little one. And may you know, whatever happens, that you are loved.”

#ffxivwrite2022 #aymeric de borel #FFXIV #Heavensward #fanfic #cw: pregnancy

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implexedactions · 4 years ago

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Penance is a virtue

Yandere!Enji Todoroki x Reader

Enji Todoroki is many things; kidnapper, lover, sadist, hero, villain, husband. He is many, many things. But he isn’t delusional.

Beta-Read by best person: @absolute-flaming-trash

Warning: Yandere content and themes, Angst, Heavy emotional themes, Suicide, Stockholm syndrome, Kidnapping.

---

You wake up, eyes dashing to the clock.

5:55 AM - SUNDAY

Okay, good, you hadn’t slept in. Enji always wanted you to wake him up. He got...mad if you didn’t. You turn over to him in bed, expecting to find him still sleeping.

Teal eyes stare back at you instead.

“Ah!”

His face takes on a sorrowful expression.

“Did I frighten you? Sorry. I could not sleep.”

Not leaving you time to respond, he pulls you into his chest, under the covers. He sighs in content, and you press into him, not wanting him to forget your devotion.

After some time, he pulls you up to his face, kissing your forehead gently.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“U-uh, what do you mean? Are you okay?”

Enji sighs, failing to meet your gaze.

“I never do compliment you that often...”

---

He carries you to the breakfast table, adorned with pancakes, your favourite.

“What’s going on Enj- I mean, dear. I’m meant to make you breakfast?”

He fails to answer you, instead sitting down with you on his knee. He takes a fork and puts some pancake on it.

“Eat.”

And so you do.

When you finish, he moves to wash up.

“W-what are you doing? You told me that was my job.”

Your memory wanders back to your first few months here, when you disobeyed his every command...and received due punishment for it.

“Are you going to punish me again?”

It escapes your lips before you can stop it. The thought of being punished again, like before, makes your veins cool with fear. Your breathing increases and you move down on your knees onto the cold kitchen floor.

“P-please, I swear, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t-”

“Stop.”

He walks over, his thighs the same height as your head. You move to undo his belt, but a hand puts a stop to that.

“There is no punishment. I am just doing an acceptable act for my spouse.”

The words “but you never do that” get stopped in your throat. You instead swallow and try to weakly smile. Looking up at Enji from your position on the ground, sunlight bathing him in a warm glow, to contrast the unsettled expression on his face.

---

He places you on a stool while he washes up. You fiddle with your hands, nervous. This isn’t how Enji usually acts. He’s so...vulnerable. In all honesty, it’s scary.

“Do you like the sunrise, my sweet?”

You look out to the orange glow emanating from the windows.

“Do you want me to like it, my sweet?”

Enji simply sighs and continues washing up.

“I’m sorry you cannot enjoy it. One should always appreciate what they have...”

---

After breakfast, he walks silently to the study. You follow behind him perfectly, like he trained you to.

He walks into the study, sitting down at his writing desk, and you take your place in his lap. He pulls out pen and paper, and you avert your eyes.

It isn’t for good spouses like you to read.

He spends the better half of 6 hours writing. You entertain yourself by tracing the pattern of the wallpaper. This evolves into focusing on Enji’s breathing, noticing how he breathes in more, not less when he becomes frustrated with something on the page. You eventually move on to thinking about all the things you miss from the outside world, like ice cream, and human connection. You finish out the last hour by thinking about how angry Enji would be if he knew such a perfect little spouse were thinking such nasty little things.

Shuffling about, he motions for you to hop off his leg, and then stands and leaves the room without speaking to you. You get the feeling he’s coming back, though; he left the door open.

You’re worried. You’re scared beyond belief. This isn’t like him, this entire day is wrong. You’re hoping he’ll burst in and start yelling, the anticipation feels worse than any potential punishment. You consider that maybe this is the punishment and that you should perhaps just start apologising regardless. He didn’t take well to that before though.

This day has made little sense. Enji is acting so far out of his usual behaviour that it doesn’t just scare you because he might hurt you. It scares you because you don’t know what is even happening. It takes you back to the days you first came here—a blurry, hazy mess. You struggle to even remember it. You remember bits and pieces. Chains, fire, the cold, the scent of sex. Small things like that.

You turn your head to the papers on the desk, intrigued by what took up so much of his time. Before you can look away, you see what they are. Letters, addressed to countless people, your parents, Shoto, Rei, Hawks, various news stations.

You glance towards the open door...surely what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him right?

You pick up the letter to the Hawks.

Keigo, I write this letter to you as a mentor, and I presume a father figure. I know that in some capacity, you looked up to me. You were just a scared kid, and I helped. That said, if what I have done becomes public knowledge, do not defend me. I do not know how much you know of my dealings, but for the sake of your future, throw me to the dogs. Do not say that I was perfect, or that I did no wrong. When I turn and look at my darling, I see my mistakes for the damning judgments they are. You will be a fine no.1 hero, just let go of your predecessor. Please.

That alleviated little concern. Undeterred, you move onto the letter to the media.

To all the news channels and gossip rags that haunt this city like the festering ghouls you are, I detest you. You created division, turned heroics into a popularity contest, seeded doubt during a time where we needed hope, and fought so hard to bring us all to our knees. I know my story will vilify me, so I accept my place in the burning flames of hell. Just know that when you get down there, I will be waiting to enact justice.

You are practically hyperventilating now. You grab the letter to your parents. You don’t know what these letters are, but they seem like-

The letter is snatched away from your hands. It appears you forgot to watch the door.

Turning around, tears in your eyes, fear in your veins, half-baked excuses running rampant in your mind. You expect to see vengeful Enji with a glint in his eye, telling you it is time for your punishment. Instead, you find an apathetic Enji, eyes soft and watery, stance broken and exhausted.

“I did not want you to see that. I am sorry that you did.”

Enough is enough, you want answers. Pushing against your instincts, you stammer out a question.

“W-What is going on? Why...why are you like this?”

He seems taken aback, eyes opening wide. This minor act of defiance, of speaking out when not spoken to, is enough to break you. Falling to your knees, you look away from him. Aghast that you even thought of defying his wishes.

“I’m sorry! Please, forgive me! I didn’t mean to question you like that! Or read the letters! Please! I didn’t- I don’t-”

A calloused hand grips your shoulder.

“Please. Stop.”

You look up to see Enji’s eyes, dull and watery again.

“Sorry.”

“Trust me, I am sorry too.”

---

The afternoon is spent on the couch, watching TV in Enji’s lap. He seems to notice your nervous disposition, as he slowly envelopes you in a hug the more the hours go by. Eventually, he gets up to make dinner by himself, much to your unvoiced dismay.

You simply stare as he makes it. Both of you silent. He occasionally looks over to you, as if to make sure you haven’t merely vanished into the ether. You feel like you might vanish into the ether, honestly.

You move to the dining table, and a couple of minutes later, he brings out dinner. Silent, he sits down beside you, but a hand stops you from eating.

“Tell me, do you remember when we first met?” he sounds...hopeful.

“Is...Is this a trap?” you ask cautiously. This entire day has put you on edge.

“No. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

“I...I can’t remember it, really. Most of those months are...blank, I remember a few pieces of my first couple of months here. They’re admittedly not pleasant memories.”

“I see.”

“I mean, I appreciate that you did those...things you did to me! If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t be any good at my job.”

He turns to you and raises an eyebrow.

“Your job?”

“Yeah, loving you, being your spouse.”

“Ah.”

Both of you go quiet. You wait on the signal to start eating. It doesn’t come.

“It was a gala event. You told me how much you hated them, and I laughed and agreed.”

“Ah. Gala’s sound so wonderful, don’t they though? Being outside, getting to dance, to listen to beautiful music.~”

You sway slightly thinking that you could have once been permitted to be a part of such a magical event.

“You may eat now.”

Enji’s command breaks you out of your daydream. He watches as you take your first bite, and follows in kind.

---

When you finish, he seems restless. He gets the plates and puts them in the sink. He then takes you to the living room. He fiddles with a speaker for a couple of seconds, before classical music emerges.

“You said you cannot remember our first meeting, and by extension our first dance. I was wondering, would you like to dance with me?”

Confused, but delighted, you join Enji in the embrace. Softly dancing around the living room, you try to imagine what it was like meeting Enji for the first time. He must’ve seemed so sweet, right? That’s how Enji would come off to a stranger, right?

You lose yourself in the moment, allowing yourself to imagine a life outside of these walls. You would’ve met Enji at the Gala. He would’ve laughed. He would’ve given you his number, the gentlemen that he was. He would’ve taken you to a fancy restaurant for your 1st date. You could’ve shown up at his agency while he was buried under paperwork once, and it would’ve made his day. You could’ve kissed him under the rain, snickering as you pulled away and saw droplets evaporate on contact with his blushing face. He would’ve proposed in a quiet place, with a brilliant ruby. You would’ve met Shoto, and figured out what his deal was. You would’ve grown old together.

But this life is just as beautiful, right?

Enji leans down during the dance and kisses you. Softly, unlike all those times before. It’s beautiful to you. And based on the silent tears running down his face, it’s beautiful to him too.

He pulls you down onto the couch, staring into your eyes as the soft music plays.

“I’m sorry, my love.”

“What for?”

“For a lot of things. For kidnapping you. For...training you. For punishing you. For breaking you, beyond belief. For so many, many different things. You are not the person I fell in love with, you are hardly a person. I broke you, I gutted your personality until all that was left was a shell, echoing any command I gave it. You do not have a soul anymore.”

He pauses, seemingly debating over this next part, ignoring your shaky and scared reassurances.

“And I am also sorry for the poison in our food tonight.”

Your world shatters at that.

“The fatal effects should kick in soon enough. It will not be a nasty death. Even in death, I intend to remain dignified. Or at least, I wish to preserve your beauty.”

You cannot vocalise anything, your mind is failing you. From either the poison or situation, you are unclear.

“There is an antidote on the kitchen counter. If you can get there and drink it, you will live. And if you are feeling ever so generous, you may even give some to me.”

He turns and looks you in the eyes.

“My only command is that you do not get that antidote.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Disobey me, and save yourself. Or obey me, and die.”

He shrugs.

“I did say I was sorry.”

“I-I...why?”

“Like I said. You are a shell. If you get the antidote, maybe I have not entirely broken you, maybe you can still be saved from my conditioning. If you do not get the antidote, I get to make Dabi just that little bit happier.”

You try to get up and into the kitchen. You really try. Your arms try to push up. You try to move off the couch. But...that feeling of fire licking at your body...it’s paralysing.

You instead collapse back onto the couch, and Enji sighs.

“Can you hold me?”

“Sure, my sweet.”

His arms pull you into his body. You feel yourself getting more and more tired.

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t be...what you wanted...”

“I am sorry I could not be what you wanted either...”

#yandere #yandere enji todoroki #enji todoroki #reader insert #yandere enji x reader #gender-neutral reader #boku no hero x reader #enji todoroki x reader #enji x reader #yandere enji #boku no hero academia #yandere endeavor #endeavor #ImplexedWriting

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lightvsdark18 · 3 years ago

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Obey Me- Can You Escape?

(Warning: may make some viewers uncomfortable.

I wanted to write a scary story with the masked event like a cat and mouse chase, but instead ended up with this.)

The school's haunted houses was coming along smoothly, Kate and Lucifer just had to check over each house before it was allowing to be open for the pubic. However, before the brothers went off to their locations, a box of masks were sent to them and grabbed one while they left the student council room.

Barbatos commented on how long it was taking for Lucifer to get ready and Simeon noticed the box, finding out that the masks inside were cursed. Kate and Solomon investigated by speaking with Mammon and Levi, noticing their change in behavior and deciding to head back to RAD.

Then her, Diavolo and Barbatos visited the twins, both demons sensing the curse in the siblings but not knowing what curse it is. The three returned to RAD, however, Asmo and Satan had grabbed her without Diavolo and Barbatos's knowledge.

She was able to escape and ran to the student council room to find Lucifer, also being controlled by the curse, and making a mad dash to find the others. They all came up with a plan to free the brothers by her ripping the masks off of them.

First was Mammon and Levi, then Beel and Belphie, and lastly Asmo and Satan. They all seemed confuse and didn't know what was happening. She searched around the school grounds for Lucifer and found him walking towards her. "Ah, Kate. I have been looking for you. Come here." He offered his hand to her and she hesitantly approached him, taking his hand.

"Lucifer, before you take my soul, could I have a kiss?" It was kinda cruel considering his feelings, but it's his feelings or her soul.

He chuckled behind the mask. "Well, we can't kiss with this mask in the way."

Her heart pounded against her chest as she reached her hands up and took the mask. His ruby eyes staring down at her, a twisted smile on his lips. "You know, removing the masks doesn't remove the curse."

Her eyes widened while he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against his chest and covering her with his black wings, his hat falling off at the appearance of his horns. He held her chin and tiled her head to look up at him.

"The masks were a vessel, transferring the curse to us when me and my brother wore them. Removed or not, the curse rooted deep within us." He chuckled, leaning down to brush his lips on hers when shouts from Solomon and the others interrupted him.

He sighed. "He had to ruin the moment." He placed his arm around her shoulders, picking her, and opened his wings to fly up in the air, away from those shouting out for the human.

~~~~

Lucifer landed in a dark unfamiliar place. He looked down at her and smirked, tiling her head once more and finally kissing her, feeling her trying to jerk herself away from him, but he kept a firm grip on her. He held the back of her head and deepen the kiss, enjoying every bit of the moment he craved ever since he fell for her.

She jerked and wiggled, but nothing could her free from his arms. He pulled his lips from hers slightly. "I love you." He kissed her again and pulled away. "I always wanted do this." Another kiss. "I always wanted to taste your lips on mine." Another. "I crave you." Another. "Be mine, Katelynn. You know I can keep you safe and care for you more than anyone else could."

"Stop." She struggled. "Just stop it." He pressed his lips on her jaw.

"Stop? Why would I stop? I thought you wanted someone to love you, to shower you with love and affection?"

She kicked him, slipping out of his arms and making a run for it, but he was fast, he grabbed her arm and pulled her backwards against his chest. His arms prisoned her and covered her body with his wings again.

He leaned down to her ear. "My love, I didn't appreciate that. You don't want me to think up a punishment for you, do you?" She felt herself tearing up at the word "punishment" and feared for the worst.

"Shh, my love." He stroked under her cheek. "There's no need to worry. Behave and follow my orders and everything will okay." He kissed her neck and jaw. "I'll keep you safe and take well care of you."

She sobbed, having her head tiled to his to kiss her tearful eyes. "I don't want this, my old Lucy back," she responded.

He chuckled. "But my love, I never changed. That curse just brought out everything I kept bury deep within me. I have always been like this, I always wanted this. What you really want is for me to continue hiding this part of me, am I right?"

She struggled again, attempting to slip out under his arms by letting her body drop, but of course, he held her in place.

"Just give up, my love. I'm not letting you escape after I finally have you." He turned her body around to kiss her again, cradling her head in his hand.

"Ooh~, what do we have here?" He stopped to look over to the source of the voice, seeing Asmo stepping into view. "I never imagined to see you kissing a human so passionately. Humph, why do you get to kiss her?"

Lucifer straightened up. "Because I got to her first, therefore, she's mine."

"Oi! She kissed my mask before kissing you, I should be the one kissing her!" Mammon appeared from behind a tree.

"Well, she said she loves me! I should have her!" Levi growled while approaching the group.

"This is exhausting. Can I have her right now? I'm ready to sleep and I want her in my arms." Belphie leaned against a tree.

Beel and Satan came out and stared at the group. "I want to taste her at least once."

"And kill her in progress, Beel. No, she should spend time with me instead of all of you," Satan suggested.

"No one is getting her beside me. Find a different human to make yours, this one is mine." Lucifer dropped his gaze onto her again and stared like a lovesick fool.

"Like hell!" Mammon pulled the two apart and wrapped his arms around the human. "She's mine!"

"No! She's mine!" Satan ran up and reached out to rip her from Mammon's arms.

Mammon swung her around, dodging Satan and growling at him. With him distracted, she wiggled out of his arms and ran for it, hearing the brothers noticing her escape and feeling her arm being grabbed and pull behind a tree.

Asmo stared at her, his eyes glowing pink. The brothers ran pass them and chuckled down at her, cupping her cheek and kissing her longingly. He pinned her arms to the tree as she struggled, feeling his tongue slipping into her mouth. She moved her leg to kick, but his body press against her to prevent her from doing such thing.

"Hey!" Asmo pulled away and looked over to an angry Levi. "That's cheating!"

"No it's not, I hid behind this tree and waited for her to run pass instead chasing after her like an idiot." He giggled. "Now, leave me be, I have better thi-" she slid her arm out and punched him in his jaw, then slipped pass him.

"Kate! You're going to regret that!" She ran towards the right side and stopped at seeing Beel.

"Kate, let me indulge on you." He started walking towards her.

She turned around and saw Belphie walking towards her. She turned to the middle and there was Mammon. "Forgot those guys, stay with me and I will love you until you're nothing."

She went back to where she landed and saw an abandoned house, glancing around to the brothers surrounding her. She went into the house to hide. The stairs were rotten and made it difficult to climb up, busting a hole into the step and wincing from the wooden cutting her leg.

She pulled herself up and continued up the stairs, dashing on the decaying floors, tripping and ducking into a room. She hid in the closet, covering herself with the moldy blanket and attempting to control her breathing.

The sound of their footsteps and their voice calling out to her, making threats and bribes to lead her out. One of them entered the room she was in and searched through the space, flipping furniture over and hissing in anger before leaving.

She covered her face with her hands and questioned what could she have done to prevent this? What could she do now? Tears rolled down her cheeks and wiped them to see the glowing orange eyes of Levi.

He ripped the blanket off of her and grabbed her face. "My pearl, I found you!" He kissed her, getting her fists smacked on his shoulders and chest, but cared no less.

He held the back of her head and tugged on her uniform's buttons, popping them open and sliding the jacket off, dragging his hand on her body. She punched and crawled but nothing stopped him until a kick to the stomach.

He leaned back to growl at her just to see the bottom of her shoe making connection with his face. She got up and left the room, finding Satan in the hallway, heading back towards the stairs and getting her hair yanked by him.

"You're not leaving!" He dragged her towards him, gripping her arm and slamming her against the wall, hearing the wooden cracking from age.

She fought against him and yelled, having her hands pinned above her head and her face gripped, his nails digging into her cheeks. He kissed her, feeling his tongue sliding in and choking her by the tensity. His hand traced her chest, making carefully touches to her and unlocking his lips to breathe.

He traced his lips on her jaw, biting her gently to not hurt her. "I love you so much, stay with me, I don't want to lose this feeling." He unbuttoned her collar to move his lips down, glazing his fangs on the front of her neck.

She wiggled her leg out from between them and used her knee to weakly push him away, having no progress. She thought about how to escape and looked around for anything that could help her, eventually getting an idea and hitting her foot on the rotten floor, making the wooden eventually break and sending Satan's legs go through it.

He stopped himself from falling further and crawled at her legs. "Kate! You're pay for that!" He hissed.

She backed away and hit her back against something solid, looking up to Beel who trapped her in his arms and carried her off to somewhere private. They entered a room and he placed her down, still trapping her in his embrace and burying his face in her neck.

"I always wonder what you taste like." His teeth pressed on her neck, biting down hard enough to make her bleed and licking the blood eagerly.

She cried and growled in pain, struggling once again. He noticed her sorrowful expression and kissed her cheeks where the tears rolled down from. He spun her around and held her close to his chest, cupping her cheek and pressing his lips onto hers, a more sweet and gentle kiss than his brothers.

He sighed when he pulled back and returned with more longing, combing his fingers through her hair with the taste of her blood still on his lips. She decided to play along, maybe she could make him loosen his grip on her and slip out.

She kissed him back and reached her hands up to his head to hold it, feeling him melting into her. His lips moved along her features, being gentle and passionate with every touch, tracing his hand down her side.

The door to the room opened and Beel looked over to the demon standing in the doorway. Belphie. "Is she in here?" He asked.

Beel sidestepped to show her to him and he smiled. "May I have her for a while?"

"I don't mind, but not too long," Beel responded, walking pass his twin and closing the door to give the two private. She backed away as he got closer, attempting to psych him out when running pass him.

However, he grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, pinning her wrists on the mattress and staring down at her. "I always wanted to see this terrified expression again. Seeing you helpless once more." He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head away and fought against his grip.

He grabbed her jaw and force her into the kiss, being rough and demanding with his lips. He repinned her wrist and indulged his desires, slipping her his tongue. She thrashed her body against him to no avail, growing frustrated by the second and just bit down on his tongue.

He quickly pulled back and winced in pain, glaring down at her and slapping her across the face. She rolled on her side and held her cheek, having him grip her hair and yank it to force her to look at him.

"Do you want me to hurt you? Because I don't mind doing it," venom dripped from his voice.

She poked him in the eye, making him cover his eye in pain and getting push by her onto the floor. His other hand still held onto her other wrist and followed him off of the bed, attempting to pry his hand open and glancing over to him removing his palm from his face. So, she bit his wrist and ran out of the room with him chasing her.

Mammon was hiding in the hallway closet and grabbed her when she turned the corner and ran pass, yanking her into the small space and against his chest. Belphie dashed pass them and Mammon whispered to her, "you should have came to me first instead of my brothers, I'm so much better than them."

He brushed his thumb on her lips, his glowing blue eyes staring down at her. She jerked back and used her strength to get herself out of his grip, but he slammed her against the wall.

"My gemstone, let me show you how better I am." He kissed her neck and jaw, glazing his fangs across her skin and scratching her in the process.

He licked the blood that poured out and ran his hand along her body, touching her chest. His lips eventually locked with hers and felt the longingly and eagerness in the kiss, cupping her cheek to deepen the make out session.

His body pressed against hers, his legs separating hers to prevent her from kicking and escaping. She gripped his jacket, the intensity of the kiss becoming too much and felt like she was choking, reaching up to yank on his hair, but it didn't stop him. She pulled hard and he slapped her hand and pinned it onto the wall.

Fortunately, he unlocked his lips and finally allowed her to breath. He chuckled. "Left you breathless, didn't I?" He gave a toothy grin. "I can show you more, indulge you with everything you want or need. Be mine."

His breath fanned and brushed his fangs on her neck, tempting her ever so slowly to become greedy over him, making her want him and everything he offers to give. Then the door suddenly opened and the charm was broken.

"So you're the one who had her." Lucifer stood in the doorway. "Hand her over and I may go easy on you, Mammon."

Mammon growled. "She's mine! I'm not giving her to you! Fuck off!"

And with that, Lucifer entered the closet and got into a small fight between the greedy brother. She took the chance to slip through and ran from the fight. Belphie popped out of nowhere and swung his arms to grab her, but she ducked and moved pass. Asmo jumped in front of her and she duck under his arm and continued.

There was a room at the end of the hall. She pushed her legs to keep going, maybe she can block the door and call the others to help. Satan tackled her against a wall and she elbowed him in the face and slipped into the room. She slammed the door and grabbed a chair near by and propped under the doorknob, backing away when the brothers pounded on the fragile door.

She coward and wrapped her arms around herself as she kept backing up just to hit something warm behind her. His arms covered her trembling form and nuzzled his face into her neck.

"We're finally alone, right love?" Lucifer chuckled.

She struggled and fought against his grip, getting drag backwards. She saw a lamp near by and grabbed it and smacked the side of his head with it. He let go her and she quickly faced him, seeing his ruby eyes glaring at her. He approached her and she scanned the room for a weapon, picking up another chair and swinging it against him, but he blocked it with his arm.

There was a broken open window, she ducked passed him and climbed on the window seal, glass cut her knees and was about to jump out when he grabbed her collar and pulled her back into the room, slamming her hard against the wall.

"You're such a troublemaker," he growled, but then darkly smiled. "However, it is exciting." He leaned towards her jaw and started nibbling her skin, undoing the buttons on her top. He kissed down her neck to her now exposed shoulder, moving along it before biting hard on her shoulder.

She screamed and pushed on his chest in her panic. He released his jaw and pinned her wrists to the wall, making her look away from him in fear. "My love, why do you continue to fight me? I don't wish to hurt you, but if you keep disobeying me you'll leave me with no choice."

He leaned towards her ear, his breath brushing against her skin. "Just give yourself up to me, I'll take you to a wonderful world just for you and me-" he whispered, promising how their lives will be together would be like, how he will love her and take care of her and keep her safe from everyone.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and sobbed at her friend, having her tears kissed away by him. He removed one of his hands from hers and slid it under her shirt to caress her body with soft touches.

"Obey me, my love," he whispered, kissing her neck and down her shoulder, licking the blood from the bite mark and making her wince from the pain.

He leaned back and slid his hand out of her shirt to reach up to his collar and unbutton it, exposing his neck and collarbone. "Kiss it." He gestured with his finger to where to kiss.

She pressed her lips together nervously, leaning forward and placing her lips on his neck, hearing him sigh and comb his finger through her hair to hold the back of her head. She moved her lips along the side of his neck to the front and up to his jaw. His other arm let of her other wrist and slid under her shirt, wrapping around her waist.

"Kiss me." She pulled back to look at him, taking his head in her hands and pulling him in for a kiss.

He immediately melted into her and kissed back, pushing her backwards against the wall and placing one of his hand on it to prevent him falling forward. He held her close to his chest, devouring her in the kiss as she gripped onto his shirt from how intense he was getting with her.

His lips travelled down, glazing his fangs on her skin and touching her body with his lips when he suddenly jerked himself back and grabbed his head, hissing in pain like his head was going explode. He leaned on a table and waited for the pain to slowly fade, lifting his head up towards her and instantly became horrified.

"Kate, I-I'm sorry, I-"

The sound of thrashing and hissing interrupted them. He quickly removed the chair out of the way and existed the room to his brothers gripping their heads in pain, looking up at him and asking what was going on.

She carefully walked over to the doorframe, peeking out to watch.

"What happened? What are we doing here? I thought we were doing the haunted houses in the ones we made," Asmo asked.

"Why do I taste blood?" Beel asked.

"Why am I in my demon form? Lucifer, what happened?" Satan questioned.

Lucifer opened his mouth and seemed hesitant for the first time in his life, he didn't know how to response.

"Kate? What are you doing here?" Mammon walked up to the human and watched her hide behind the wall. "Hey, why are you hiding? I don't think my costume that scary."

"Mammon-" Lucifer tried to stop him before he entered the room.

Mammon turned the corner and saw the state she was in. "Wh-What the hell happened to you?!" He moved to get closer to her, but she panicked and backed away, putting her arms in defense posture.

"Stay away!" She yelled, the fear clear in her voice.

He stopped as the others entered. "Kate! Darling! Who did this to you?!" Asmo freaked out.

"I'm going kill whoever did this!" Satan boiled.

Lucifer stood in front of his brothers and blocked them from her. "Everyone, go out into the hallway, I need-"

"All of you." Lucifer froze. "You all did this." Fresh tears stained her face and clenched her fists. "Why did you all put on the fucking masks?!"

Everyone felt their hearts sink. "W-We did this?" Satan whispered.

"We would ne..." Beel's words trilled off.

"Why did we? I-" Belphie shook his head.

Lucifer stared at her as she sobbed, crumbling into herself.

"Hey! Kate, are you here?!" The voice of Diavolo could heard outside. Dread and terror filled the brothers' bodies.

She quickly moved pass them and ran down the hallway. They called out to her, but did little to stop her. They looked at each other and slowly followed after her. Outside was Diavolo in his demon form, holding Kate to close to him.

"She said you're back to your old selves, is that correct?" His voice held authority and sternness.

"Diavolo, I-" Lucifer was lost for words, he didn't know how to response, what he could say to this situation.

"I'm taking Kate back to the castle, we will deal with this after the haunted houses." He picked her up his arms, spread out his wings and flight up into the sky.

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #sandy #written work #stories #obey me diavolo #not safe fw #tw: sa

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derekmorganscrocs · 4 years ago

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Pictures: Ace x Reader

Pairing: Drew!Reader x Ace (Nancy Drew CW)

Word Count: 7, 632 words

Request for @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Summary: When Carson asks reader for an old photo, her and Ace go through their photos and reminisce on their years of memories. From how they met, to their first kiss, to when they moved in together, the pair enjoy remembering their past and talk about the future.

Notes: Reader is Nancy’s older sister and a nurse student. None of the timelines really add up, so just don’t think about that too much lol. This is my first request, so I hope I did alright! It took so long and I got majorly carried away (7k words whoop whoop!), but I’m so happy with it and I hope you enjoy!! Flashbacks are in italics!

You walk into the apartment you and Ace share, throwing your keys onto the little table in the entryway and placing your bag on the ground. It’s been a long day, and you really just want to see your boyfriend. A smile appears on your face as you breathe in the smell of your favourite dinner cooking and savour the sound of Ace humming along to some Bon Jovi song he and his dad listened to when Ace was a little kid.

A small laugh escapes your lips, and you make your way into the kitchen. Ace must not have heard you come in, because he jumps when you wrap your arms around his waist. He realizes it’s you by the old bracelet on your wrist, an old woven strip of leather that his dad gave you the Christmas after you guys got together. It’s one of your most prized possessions. He turns, staying in your grip, and smiles down at you.

“Hey,” he says softly, lifting your chin with his finger. Ace leans in and plants a sweet kiss against your lips. You smile into the kiss, and when he pulls away you lean your head against his chest. He wraps his arms snugly around your shoulders, and you melt into his embrace.

“Today was like a thousand years long,” you groan, your voice muffled by his chest. “And its only like six o’clock!” Your comment makes him let out a small laugh and the sound makes you smile. It’s been all of a minute, and Ace is already turning your day around. Though that’s been his specialty for a long time.

“Well, once we eat I thought we could go through old polaroids. Mr. D wants a copy of the one from Halloween two years ago.” Ace glances down at you, but you keep your face smushed against him.

“Sounds great.” The sound is still muffled, but he can hear that you’re more than happy with the idea. He laughs slightly, he’s always found your exhausted antics funny. You tilt your face slightly, glancing at the food on the stove.

Ace follows your gaze, reaching to stir the pasta so it won’t burn to the pot. Your eyes catch on his arm. The way he’s stretching is really just defining every single muscle. He’s concentrated on the food, trying to focus enough that he won’t mess up using a single hand. When he’s really focused, he bites his lip slightly, and he’s really focused right now. And if you weren’t so tired, oh boy-

“Hey, it’s done!” He’s still clueless. You’ve been dating for six years and sometimes he still doesn’t notice the way you just stare blankly for a minute, imagining his hands roaming your body or his lips pressed against yours as he- “Let’s eat on the couch, we can start looking at pictures now.”

“Okay.” You finally move out of his grip, feeling a lot less warm and fuzzy without his arm around you. “Hey, do we have a printed version of the one Nancy took the day we met?”

“I think so, they’re sorted by date, right?”

“Yes. I still love your mom for that, by the way.” You grin at him, turning and heading toward the couch. He chuckles before following, and the two of you sit and eat, flipping through an album first.

The album is older pictures, from before you met, but it’s so fun to look through. Little BoyScout Ace is such an adorable image, it never fails to make you laugh and make him blush. And your younger self playing doctor has the same effect, with reversed reactions of course. It only takes a little bit to finish dinner, and Ace returns the dishes to the kitchen to leave table space for photos. He comes back, this time sitting closer. You curl up against his side, and he drapes an arm over you.

“Can we look through all of our pictures?”

“I was gonna ask the same thing,” he chuckles, picking up a smaller album. You recognize it right away, it’s the one from your first year of high school. When you started taking polaroids. It’s been a fascination of yours forever, and cameras have always been an interesting hobby for you.

The first picture is actually of the school, and you notice the former Mr. G standing in the corner, looking shady as hell. That’s from the beginning of the year, when you and your sister, Nancy, got roped into the mysterious locker thief at school.

The next is the ‘crime scene’ photos you took. They’re no professional photos, but they’re decent. Ace looks them over and gives you an impressed smirk. You chuckle and flip to the next photo. You and Ace in the back of a cop car.

You pressed tape over the powder that Nancy had spread over the teacher’s desk, praying that some clear fingerprints will show up. The desk was cleaned only a few minutes before the theft, which meant that the fingerprints should be visible.

A cough in the hallway tore you from your thoughts. You and your sister glance up, caught in the act. Fearing detention, the pair of you decided to hide behind the door and make a break for it once the teachers were inside of the room. Solid plan, if they were teachers.

Instead, you were met with two very strong, very angry looking men, who were glaring at you and Nancy. In the heat of the moment, the two of you made a wordless decision to split up, and ran off in opposite directions. Dashing through the school, Thief One got on your heels, you had known that your only sanctuary would be the old janitor’s closet.

It was easy to miss. Tucked just around a corner, outside the gym and hidden because of the angle of the wall, Thief One would totally not notice it if he didn’t know about it. And if he did know about it, you just hoped he would believe the stories about it being haunted. Which, in hindsight, were probably true.

It came down to a split second decision, and you went for the closet. Choosing to go for the supply closet, willing to risk ghosts over crazy thieves who want your head on a stick, you flung the door open...

...And ran right into a mildly familiar fluffy-haired boy. Apologizing profusely at a whisper, you’d closed the door behind you and shushed him. The closet was smaller than you had remembered, and Ace basically had you pinned to the door. Holding a finger to your lips with a pleading look in your eye, you waited for the footsteps.

They came soon enough, pounding on the floor by the door as he rushed past. You could hear the man open the back door, which was his fatal mistake. Never open the door. Security systems exist. The alarm started blaring, which meant that the cops got called. You let out a sigh of relief, tilting your head back against the door.

“What’s going on?” Ace had watched your expression relax, and he’d noted how breathless you were when you burst in. He was impressed, to say the least, and really curious.

“Tell you later,” you whispered hurriedly, bringing a hand to his mouth. “Don’t let him hear us.” Chest still rising and falling rapidly, you try and catch your breath. Ace nods and you remove your hand, focusing on your breathing.

A few more silent minutes had passed and then the cops had arrested the man outside your closet. You and Ace had come out quietly, seeing Nancy with Chief McGinnis, and two officers watching the two men you and Nancy had accidentally caught.

After seating you in the police car, shouting at Carson for letting you break into the school, McGinnis had to decide what to do. He ended up dragging you, Nancy, and Ace to the station, only to later send Ace home. Nancy got front seat privileges because she had more of an explanation than you. Which resulted in your dad snapping a picture of you and Ace in the backseat.

Ace got sent home as soon as you all got to the station, but his interest had been piqued.

“I remember that. You busted into that supply closet and nearly killed me with the door.”

“It’s not like I meant to, I was being chased by a criminal!” You give him a gentle smack on the back of the head, laughing. “And if I remember correctly, you were still flirting with me for weeks after that.”

“Well that was just uncalled for.” He pretends to be offended, which makes both of you laugh again. “But yes, when you broke into that closet, it was game over. No one else was ever going to compare to you.”

Your face burns at the compliment, and you try and hide your smile. A soft giggle escapes your lips despite your efforts to stop it, and Ace lifts your chin.

“I mean it. You’re something else, Y/n Drew.” He glances down, distracted by a picture from May of your second year of high school. That’s when you and Ace first got together. It’s a picture of you and him, sitting on the hill out behind the school.

It was over when Ace had taken his first look at you. He fell hard and he fell fast. He was so painfully obvious about it too. Not that it bugged you, ever since he’d had you pinned against that door, all you could think about were his piercing blue eyes and his sly smirk. The two of you started hanging out more, and the rest is history.

By the end of your sophomore year, you were dating Ace. Not to mention head over heels for him. Same went for him about you. You guys were inseparable. Are inseparable.

On the hill, you took out the camera. Ace grinned, knowing exactly what he should do. You flip the camera, pointing it to capture you and Ace, caught completely off guard when he kissed you. The timer ended and it snapped the photo, but you were too wrapped up in the moment to realize.

You put the camera down and leaned in more, fully embracing the moment. Ace was, and still is, everything you could ask for. When the pair of you had pulled back, it was pretty clear that no one else would ever stand a chance.

Both of you smile at each other, and you kiss Ace softly. Smiling happily, he pulls back, still holding the album in his hand. He flips a few pages, and there’s a picture of when you went to prom. You’re sitting next to your mom, Ace standing behind you. Despite the sadness in the air, everyone was smiling. It brings tears to your eyes, and Ace glances over to see if you’re okay.

“I, uh, I forgot we had this one,” you whisper. He pulls you closer, and you lean against him for a second, remembering the night.

After pictures, you and Ace had separated from Nancy. She wasn’t your biggest fan anymore, and she had never really gotten along with Ace in high school. Something about weed and the fact that he almost went to prison, who knows. Columbia was her priority.

You and Ace had only spent a little while in the gym, you bailed about two hours in. The room was hot and sweaty, and you and Ace had other plans anyway. The plan was to make a quick stop at home and pick up some cash and a phone charger, then take off for a date night. If you guys had time, you’d pop back into prom for a while.

When you got home, your mother was dying. Ace was there for you and your dad, and your mom, in a way. She saw him protecting you and Carson, and you know how much peace of mind that must’ve given her. She slipped away, and you sobbed into Ace’s arms.

“Did I ever thank you? For... For that night?” You look up at Ace, wiping away a tear.

“Thank me? Why would you thank me?”

“You were there for me.”

“I’d be there for you no matter what. No thanks necessary,” he says softly, brushing another teardrop off your cheek.

“Well, thank you, Ace. For everything ever. Because I love you.”

“I love you.” He shifts slightly, rolling you over him. You laugh at the sudden movement, and before you can truly process, you’re snuggled against his side, both of you laying comfortably on the couch.

He picks up the album again, flipping to the last photo. This one is beautiful. It’s yours and Ace’s hands, fingers interlocked. You can see the edge of the bluffs in the background, and the clouds lining the sky are a mix of deep and light greys.

Neither of you say anything yet, both of you are wrapped up in remembering the moment.

A few months into your senior year (Ace’s gap year), there was a rough patch. Ace had gotten this idea, that he was dragging you down. You were this perfect girl, Y/n Drew. Your father, Carson, the top lawyer in the district, and Kate has been just about the kindest woman in Horseshoe Bay. Not to mention that your sister was (is) some crime fighting genius. And when you had decided to be a nurse? He’d realized he was right.

The rift had started, and you felt it. The idea of losing him scared you shitless, so you sat him down to talk about it. It was a nice moment actually, walking up the path to the bluffs. Literally all you did was remind him that he was good enough. That he’s some techno genius and that you weren’t going anywhere far, not with your Dad and Nancy in the place that they were. Not with the loss of your mom. Besides, you never wanted to leave Horseshoe Bay. The hospital needed more nurses. So it’s not like you’re gonna leave him, and it’s not like you think he’s not a good guy. Man, the look on his face when the words-

“I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Ace. Forever.”

-had come out of your mouth were priceless. That night stays one of your most cherished memories. The night you and Ace dished it all out at sunset on the bluffs. You reminded him that he was good enough and that you needed him. He reminded you that he had your back.

Each of you reminded the other that you loved them. That’s why that night is so important.

“I remember that. I can’t believe I ever thought I was dragging you down.”

“Me neither. Honestly, you make everything so much better, all the time.” You shift your gaze to his face, smiling slightly. He smiles too, how could he not? “Ace, I need you to know how much you mean to me.”

“I know. You mean so much to me, too,” he whispers. You feel his grip on you tighten slightly, making you realize he’s nervous.

“Why are you nervous?”

“I’m not.”

“Tell.”

He knows what that means. It was established a long time ago. Both of you know what a ‘tell’ is, mystery solving is common for you, so knowing when someone is lying is important. You and Ace say ‘tell’ whenever it’s obvious the truth is being avoided.

“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?”

“You’re dumb,” you laugh. “Obviously not.”

“Thank god,” he sighs in relief.

“I’ve thought about how to say this a lot and I really don’t want to freak you out, but the idea of seeing someone else makes me sick. I love you Ace, and I don’t see myself loving anyone else like this.”

“The idea of losing you hurts me more than anything else I can think of,” he replies. “You and me, that’s what makes all of this worth it.”

The room falls silent for a second, and you trace circles against his chest with your finger. He rubs your arm with his thumb, hand splayed over your upper arm, still from before.

Ace shifts slightly, moving the album onto the table, but something falls from it. An extra photo. From when you moved in together.

You and Ace moved in together after your first year of college. It was funny, finding an apartment between Horseshoe bay and your new school was so easy. No one else wanted to live in the middle, but it’s perfect for you. Ace could go to the Claw, you could go to school.

“Ace, is this for real?”

You’d looked around in awe. All of your belongings were in your new home, the one you shared with Ace. It was perfect. You wouldn’t change a thing.

“This is for real,” he reassured you.

The pair of you had spent the night organizing your cupboards and shelves, a task most people would call tedious, yet for the pair of you it had been one of the best nights ever.

Now it’s your last year of college, and so much as the thought of losing Ace makes you sick to your stomach. He’s perfect. He’s the sunshine on your cloudy days, the left to your right, the anchor of your ship, the rock to your roll. The two of you have become two halves of a whole. You’re his and he’s yours, and neither of you want it any other way.

Ace laughs, pulling you back to reality and away from your thoughts. He holds up a picture from after your first week of school. You’re absolutely knocked out on the couch, exhausted from school.

You’d lived with Ace for two months. And it was fantastic. Your decision to be a nurse was finalized when you lost your mom, and the idea of staying nearby stemmed from the state of your family. Nancy’s downward spiral and your father drifting were signs for you to stay close.

So you did. You went to (and still do go to) the university one town over from Horseshoe Bay, and your apartment is right smack in the middle. Ace could still get to the Claw, major props to the reliable Florence for that, and you could still get to school.

It was perfect. Studying to be a nurse was exhausting, and trying to protect your sister was so hard. She never wanted any help, she was so focused on pushing everyone away. It was hard, but Ace was there for you. As he always was (and is).

When you woke up the next morning, you were in your bed, snuggled up with Ace. Honestly, if you hadn’t already known he was the one, you did then. He’s caring and sweet, funny too. Not to mention he’s super attractive.

And that year was one of the best you’d ever had. It had been relatively uneventful, aside from finally reconnecting with your father. And any day you spent with Ace, those were always an adventure. But it was amazing. And that was the year you and Ace really locked in your future together.

Late night talks, dinner dates, lazy Sundays, even the silly arguments. All of it was irreplaceable.

You smile at the thought, and Ace holds up the picture you’ve been searching for. Two Halloweens ago. You almost wonder why your dad, Carson, wants it, but when you really look at the photo, you know. You and Ace look so happy in your stupid costumes.

“Tell me the two of you aren’t dressed up as those kids from that stupid fairy cartoon.”

“Why would we tell you that, George? We clearly are.”

The pair of you had laughed. You had thought the pink hat on Ace’s head and your outfit made it obvious. Bess, on the other hand, was loving the outfits. The lot of you were hanging around in the Claw, waiting for Nick to show up so you could head to the party. The joys of carpooling.

“Are you dressed as Timmy Turner?” Nick had walked through the door wearing a really fancy looking suit, and come over to join the group.

An interesting combo: Ace and Y/n as Timmy and Trixie from the Fairly Odd Parents, Nancy as Sherlock Holmes, as usual, George as herself- which she was calling Kim Possible (but you all knew she just threw on a close enough outfit because didn’t really want to dress up), Bess as Cher from Clueless, and Nick as a magician. So yeah. Wacko. But now that Nick had shown, you could head out to the real party.

“Hey, hold on!” You held up your camera that you’d been keeping in Ace’s car (Florence). “Come on guys, pictures before we go!”

You set up the timer and took a few different group shots, then decided to head out. You handed the camera to Nancy, who had a purse on her. Little did you know that she had taken a snapshot of you and Ace talking.

The party was crazy fun, aside from a guest appearance from some girl with a surprisingly realistic sea ghost costume. No one ever really talked about that again, for some reason.

When you headed out, you and Ace had decided to spend the night in your childhood home. The drive was just too long for that night, since it was already so late. When you and Ace had curled up on the couch, Nancy handed you the photo.

It was perfect. You and Ace laughing about having the same favourite cartoon, your expressions were pure joy.

“Are you really the kids from that stupid fairy show?!” You make fun of George’s comment. “Coming from the one who didn’t dress up,” you finish with a laugh. Ace laughs with you, shifting slightly so he can glance at your face. It’s a little awkward because of the way you’re laying, but cute nonetheless.

“That night was crazy. Do you think sea-ghost-girl was Dead Lucy?”

“I never thought about it.” Your eyes widen, and you pause. “You think?”

“Nah,” both of you say with a laugh, brushing off the idea. You sit up, setting the Halloween photo aside.

“We’ll make a copy for Mr. D, yeah?” Ace props himself up on his elbows, half sitting up. He fully enjoys the view of you, fully immersed in looking over these photos. You’re so entranced with the memories that it’s like your in another world. He sits up all the way, pushing back your hair.

“I’m sure my dad would love copies of all of these,” you say softly, eyes settling on some old photos of you and your mom, Nancy and your mom, or even you and Ace with mom. “Oh- Maybe not this one!” You laugh as you slip a more scandalous photo out of the album, handing it to Ace.

He blushes profusely, running his hand through his hair with a chuckle.

“Oh god!” Ace looks down quickly, probably imagining your dad seeing. “If he saw this he would kill me!” Both of you laugh, glancing at each other.

Ace planted a kiss at the base of your neck, and you laughed as you tried to finish writing the answer to a question on your notes.

“Ace,” you mumbled. He didn’t respond, he was wrapped up in the moment. You took his chin, pulling his face so that his eyes meet yours. “Can I finish this sheet?”

“No.”

He gave you that look, and you gave in instantly.

“I mean, I don’t have class tomorrow.” You glanced at him, and he was smiling like an idiot. Without a second thought, you grabbed the camera off the coffee table and snap a photo of his stupid grin. Both of you laughed as the flash illuminated his face, and you went to put the camera down.

“Nah,” Ace had whispered softly, leaning in. “Bring it.”

Then he swung you into his arms and carried you toward your bedroom.

When you manage to compose yourself and bring your thoughts to the present moment, you can feel the heat of your face. You just hope Ace doesn’t pick up on it, because he’ll tease you about this for days.

“Hey, you better keep that somewhere that no one will see,” you laugh.

“Oh I fully intend on doing that.” He tucks the small photo into the chest pocket of his shirt, giving it a pat once it’s hidden in the fabric. “Hey, it’s not that late yet. We may as well drive in tonight and hand deliver the photos.”

“That sounds so good,” you say with a smile, looking over at Ace. “We’ve still got like two hours of daylight left. Plus we could maybe stop at our spot for sunset. We haven’t done that in a while.”

“We should, it’s been like six months since we spent sunset on the bluffs.” He gazes over at you, watching as you stack up the photos. You glance over and he pretends he wasn’t just staring at you. Obviously you know he was, but you think it’s adorable that he still has his shy moments.

“Can I drive?”

“No. You can take a nap in the front seat, because I know you’re tired.” He kisses your cheek, standing in front of you.

“You just don’t want me to drive Florence,” you laugh.

“Not true.”

“Is too!”

“Nah-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“No-“ he cuts himself off by kissing you. You kiss back, of course. You weren’t seriously arguing with him, just playing. “You’re telling me you don’t want a nap?” He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes.

“Oh I definitely want a nap. I’m just being funny,” you tease.

“Alright then, you’re hilarious.” He rolls his eyes playfully, and you pretend to be hurt by his faux-annoyance. “You wanna head out now?” He takes your hand, dragging you off the couch. You stand in front of him, glancing up slightly.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

After you get changed and Ace puts away the dishes, the pair of you make your way to the car- sorry, Florence, and put the box of photos in the backseat. Before long, you’re on the road, Ace’s playlist drifting through the speakers of the car. You try to stay awake, but you’re just so tired. As absurd as it sounds, you fall asleep to an AC/DC song that he likes.

Ace wakes you up nearly an hour later, and as you wake up you realize where you are.

“Dad’s place?”

“Yeah. I made a stop and copied the photos in town so you could sleep,” he tells you quickly. “Come on, he doesn’t know we’re here. I want to surprise him.”

It doesn’t take you long to fully wake up. There’s a sort of salty smell to the air, the water of the bay blowing in on the wind. It’s the energy of Horseshoe Bay that you’ve missed so dearly, and it has you awake in an instant. You stretch, looking around quickly. Nothing on the street has changed since you left, and that’s comforting. Ace leads the way, envelope full of the copies in his hand.

The door is opened before you even reach the stairs. Carson Drew stands in the doorway, a bright smile written on his face.

“What are you guys doing here?! I thought you were busy until the end of the month!”

“We had some spare time tonight and our weekend plans fell through,” Ace says happily, walking up the stairs. You follow, only a step behind. “It’s great to see you, Mr. D!”

Your father has the pair of you wrapped in a warm embrace before you can even greet him. He’s overjoyed that you’re home, especially with how busy your life has been lately. He’s happy that you’re taking a weekend off.

“Hey dad,” you say softly. He lets you go, and Ace steps back so that you can enter the house first. “It’s good to be back.” You walk through the doorway, Ace and your dad following.

In the house, you give your dad a proper hug before you spot your sister, Nancy, on the couch. Ace and your dad start talking behind you when you’ve let go of him, and you head into the living room.

“Hey, Red.” You use your old nickname for your red-haired sister, a smile tugging at your lips.

Nancy’s head jerks up at the sound of your voice. A grin spreads over her face and she removes her headphones. Standing quickly, she yanks you into a hug.

“You’re back?!”

“Yeah. Weekend off,” you explain, hugging your sister tightly. It’s nice to actually hug her again.

The last few times you were in Horseshoe Bay she was off trying to find some missing jewellery, or solve some sort of embezzlement mystery? You don’t really remember. Ever since things have been good with you and Nancy again, she’s been busy. Not that you’re complaining, you’re just glad she’s back to liking you.

“Hey, what’s Ace got?” She glances over at the kitchen and you remove yourself from her embrace to follow her gaze.

“The picture dad asked for. And some extras.”

“Right. Did you guys bring the Christmas one? Dad was looking for a duplicate of it the other day.” Nancy looks at you, watching you admiring Ace.

“Uh, I think we keep the Christmas ones separate, we didn’t look at them today. Which one was he looking for?”

You glance over at Nancy, and she picks up her phone, flipping it over. There’s a Polaroid in her case. You can see because she has a clear case, the picture sits sandwiched between the phone and the plastic of the case.

This photo is of you, Ace, Carson, and Nancy on Christmas. The four of you are standing in the front yard, which is covered in snow. Everyone’s bundled up and there’s a bunch of sleds around Ace.

“Come on, please?!”

“Y/n, we’ll be late,” your dad chuckled, walking over to where you want everyone standing despite his remark. He never seriously objected to photos anyway. He likes having keepsakes.

“Aw, come on Mr. D, we’ll add you to our Christmas card!”

“Ace, we don’t even have a Christmas card!” You set up the camera against the fence, laughing at your boyfriend as you set a timer. You turned, taking in the scene for a split second before you rushed to join them.

Carson stood with an arm around Nancy, and Ace was beside them, four sleds leaning against him. You chuckled slightly, jogging over to join them. You’d have called it running, but the snow slows you down. You threw your arms around Ace, laughing as he dropped the sleds to catch you. The camera clicked, and everyone was smiling.

When you fetched the camera, you ended up with a beautiful photo of you and Ace laughing with sleds on the ground in front of you, and Carson and Nancy laughing at you, leaning against each other. It was perfect. It was your family.

Sledding at the local park is an annual tradition in Horseshoe Bay. There’s even a race on the 23rd, two days before Christmas. That’s where you were headed.

The four of you were walking, the hill was attached to a park not far away from your Dad’s house. Ace and your dad were talking about your dad’s work, Ace always was genuinely interested in the whole lawyer thing. You’d just been watching contently, glad that Ace got along with Carson.

“Y/n,” Nancy said quietly, bringing your attention to her.

“Yeah?”

“I know you’ve only been out of our house for like a year, but I had a lot of time to think.”

“That’s never good,” you tease. She rolls her eyes but continues.

“When mom died, I pushed you away. I forgot you were losing someone too, and I was horrible to you and dad. I’m sorry.”

“Nance, you never have to apologize to me. I’m your big sister. I’m here to protect you and forgive you no matter what. It was rough for all of us. I understand why you felt like that.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Nope. Of course not. I’m your sister. We’re good. We’ll always be good.”

“Thanks, Y/n.”

“Love you, crapface.”

“Love you too.”

Nancy pretended to be exasperated with the nickname, but you both knew how happy she was that you weren’t upset. She’d let you back in, and you’d taken the opening that was offered. That Christmas was the first one since your mom died that you and Nancy were fully on good terms.

“You still have that one?” You look at your sister, who nods. She doesn’t say anything, just watches your face. When she notices that you’re still thinking, she speaks up.

“I, uh, keep it in my phone case so that I can have you and dad close. Whenever I’m stuck on a case, I ask what you’d tell me to do. It always helps.”

“Of course it helps, I am a genius, after all.”

“Shut up!” Nancy gently punches your arm. The two of you laugh, sitting on the couch to catch up.

After maybe an hour of everyone talking and catching up, Ace stands. You check the time, realizing it’s eight o’clock. The sun is setting.

“Oh, sorry guys. We actually have one more thing we need to do,” you tell your dad and sister, standing to join Ace.

“We’ll be back before too long,” Ace reassures them, taking your hand.

You find it odd that Ace is reassuring them, given that he seems nervous today. Especially right now. You shrug it off as stress, deciding to just enjoy the night. You can ask about it tomorrow. You almost don’t notice the nervous glance Ace throws at your dad before you go out the door. You still do notice, but choose to ignore that too. You will have a nice sunset date at the bluffs, and that’s that.

Apparently, you’re actually going to have a windy sunset date at the bluffs. It’s still beautiful, and the sunset is the clearest sky you’ve seen from the bluffs in years. It’s just a little windy.

“Hey, smile.” Ace pulls his phone from his pocket and snaps a photo of you, smiling cheekily. You reach over and knock the hood off his head. He pretends to be offended as he sits back and scoots close to you. “You cold?” Ace puts an arm around you, feeling goosebumps on your skin from the wind.

“It’s not that bad, just the wind.”

He doesn’t really listen though, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over you. Not that you’d complain. The dark jacket is comfortable and warm, and smells like Ace’s cologne.

“You know, one of the things I love about you is that you’re an awful liar.” Ace watches as you slide your arms into the jacket.

“Oh really? What about that time I lied us out of getting arrested?”

“Okay, That was different. And we were just breaking and entering. They weren’t actually gonna hold us.”

“Fair enough,” you say with a laugh.

“Another thing I love about you is that you care about everyone. And you’re not selfish.”

“Neither are you.” You look over at him nervously, wondering why he’s telling you this. Your vision is slightly spotty from staring at the sunset, and you have to blink a few times to make sure you’re seeing correctly.

Ace is kneeling beside you, in his hands. A gorgeous ring fills the spot in the velvet box, but honestly, that’s almost the last thing you care about right now.

“Oh,” you gasp, genuinely so shocked that this is happening. Yeah, you and Ace have been together for years, but for some reason you’re still surprised.

“Y/n Drew, you are the bravest, kindest, smartest, coolest, funniest, cutest person I know. You’re beautiful beyond words and I love everything about you. I love how you take pictures of everything, I love the way you see the world. I love that even after a long day you still come home happy.” Ace takes your hand in one of his, and you scoot closer.

“Ace,” you whisper, a smile spreading on your face.

“I love that whenever anyone mentions love I think of you and me. Y/n, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You launch yourself into his arms, kissing him passionately as the mist of the bay blows against your faces.

When you pull away, he slides the ring onto your finger, before kissing you again. The pair of you watch the rest of the sunset, wrapped in each other’s arms.

You were so glad to finish your third year of university. The stress was over and you could finally hang out in Horseshoe Bay for the summer.

The first night you and Ace arrived was spent with your friends, and part of the night with your dad, telling him about everything that had happened in the last couple weeks of the school year.

The second night was you and Ace on the bluffs, watching the sunset. The mist was blowing in slightly, dampening your faces. It was welcome though, the day had been so hot and you were both sweating.

As the night went on, the wind picked up slightly, leaving you shivering. Ace had of course offered up his jacket, and you ended up wrapped up in it. The pair of you watched the sunset together, like you had so many times before, snuggled up against each other.

You take out your phone as it starts to really get dark and you turn on the flashlight. When you swipe back to the home screen, you see the photo of yours and Ace’s hands, intertwined with the cliff and sunset in the background. The photo from the moment you were just thinking of.

“What are you smiling at?”

“My screen.”

“Should we head back? Everyone’s gonna go crazy.”

“Sounds fun,” you chuckle. “Ace. I love you.”

“I love you.” He kisses you for possibly the millionth time today (not that you mind), and helps you to your feet.

“Hold on,” you tell him, pulling up the camera on your phone. You take his hand and replicate the pose on your lock screen, taking a photo with the flash on.

Instead of the sunset, the night sky is in the background, but it’s just as beautiful. There are so many stars visible that it looks like the sky is glittering, and the flash makes the ring sparkle. You smile at the picture, more than happy with the results. More than happy with everything. You’ve got Ace, your family, your friends, and you’re well on your way to graduating nursing school.

Soon enough you’re back in Florence, headed back to your childhood home. Your favourite song is playing over the radio and you and Ace are singing obnoxiously loudly and horribly. But it’s amazing. The pair of you have never been happier.

When you get back to the house, you and Ace walk in the door, met with your sister and dad in the living room. Nancy and Carson watch you intently, and you extend your hand.

“Did you do it?! You did it!” Your dad pulls you into a crushing hug, before doing the same to Ace. Your sister makes her way over, smiling widely. She glances proudly at Ace before taking your hand to admire the ring.

“I thought he’d chicken out,” she laughs. “I’m impressed.” She pulls you into another hug, and you savour the embrace. It’s a feeling you’ve missed, the true warmth and happiness that you’re feeling right now. It’s good to have Nancy back.

The night progresses, and Ace drags you all to the Claw so he can show off to his friends. And so everyone can celebrate. You suppose they’re your friends too, but they’re closer with him.

“Hey! They’re here guys!” Nick turns to the door as you and Ace walk in, and you see George and Bess standing at the bar. They smile when you come in, deciding to come over when you stop to visit with Nick.

It’s hugs all around, even from George. It’s been a while, so even though she hates to admit it: she missed you. Bess is more than happy to admit she’s been missing you, and she nearly breaks a rib (your rib) when she hugs you. Nick’s hug is soft but secure, and when it’s Ace’s turn to embrace Nick, Nick goes for the bro hug. Ace isn’t having that and engulfs him in a full on bear hug, which results in laughter from everyone else.

It’s good to really see everyone again. Time really gets away from you with school, so it’s hard to get out to Horseshoe Bay. But when you manage to get out here, it’s always great.

The door swings open suddenly, getting everyone’s attention and in walk Ace’s parents. Your heart swells at the sight of Ace’s mom and Thom. They come over to where you sit and you embrace each of them before they take a seat.

“I felt like it was only fitting to announce it here because so many of our best nights were here.” Ace takes your hand, pulling you against him and showing off the ring.

“We’re getting married!” You grin widely, watching as everyone except Carson freaks out. He pretends to be surprised and he’s clearly truly happy, but it’s so obvious that he already knew.

“Oh my god! We need to celebrate, let me go see if we have any good food!” Bess takes off, headed to the storeroom.

“I’m gonna make sure she doesn’t break anything. It’s been awhile since she waitressed.” George heads the same way as Bess, and you turn back to your remaining family and friends.

Ace’s mom is ecstatic and crushes you into a hug, sobbing about how happy you’re making her son. How you’re soulmates. Thom also hugs you, but he’s more gentle. Like he’s afraid to break you. He’s in disbelief, he didn’t think Ace would ask you so soon.

“Welcome to the family,” he signs. You smile, nodding gratefully. Gently taking Ace’s hand, you move it away from yours.

“Thank you, Thom,” you sign back, “I’m honoured.”

If Thom wasn’t crying before, he sure is now. Last he saw, your ASL was a work in progress... but like before it was really a work. It was rough. Baby steps. You’ve been practicing though, and Ace is mind blown.

“When did you learn that?”

“I’ve been practicing.”

Ace watches you in awe for a second as you smile at his parents again. Thom pulls you in for another embrace, teary eyed. You chuckle gently, tears welling in your own eyes, before pulling away from Ace’s dad. You look over to your dad and Nancy, who are smiling like idiots. Not that your face is any different.

“Okay, bad news, there’s no good food.” Bess returns, George in tow.

“Good news, we found a groupon for The Bay Bakery.” George holds up the ticket, displaying the bakery’s logo.

“Sounds good,” Ace agrees with a laugh.

“You kids have fun,” Carson says. “We’ll sit this one out.” He gestures to himself and Ace’s parents, a smile still on his face. Your dad pats your back slightly and you smile at him.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

That’s that. You and Ace lead the group out the door, and the four remaining pile into their vehicles. It’s all smiles and laughter and it’s decided that you’ll all meet there in a bit. You and Ace climb into his car, sitting in a happy silence for a second.

“Ace, there’s one more person I want to tell.”

Next thing you know, you’re kneeling in front of a slab of rock. Katherine Drew is carved gracefully into the stone. Ace kneels beside you, putting an arm over your shoulder. It’s peaceful. Chilling, but peaceful. Not what you expected, especially since it’s dark out.

“Hey mom,” you whisper. “I, uh, still don’t know if you can hear me or not.” You pause, letting out a small chuckle and trying to blink away the tears brimming your eyes. “I mean at this point you’d think I’d stop leading with that. But nope. Old habits I guess.”

You pause, glancing up at Ace. He cups your face in his hand, brushing away a tear with his thumb.

“Keep going, I’m sure she’ll want to hear.” He gives you a reassuring smile and presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“Mom, Ace proposed to me. We’re going to get married.” It’s odd not hearing a response, but you put your hand against the stone for a second as if it will connect you to her energy once again. Strangely enough, it comforts you. “I miss you, mom.”

“I miss you too, Mrs. D,” Ace adds softly. You let out a small laugh at the nickname, leaning against Ace.

“I’ll visit again soon mom, okay? We’re going to go celebrate right now. I just wanted to tell you first.” You feel a little silly, explaining yourself to a rock, but you know that if your mom is out there somehow, if she could hear anything, this is where she’d hear it.

A short drive later, you’re reconnected with Bess, Nick, George, and Nancy. They’ve already collected some delicious looking snacks and taken a seat on the patio. The employees inside are cleaning up for closing, and the patio is softly lit up by the fairy lights around the patio.

You and Ace sit, joining them in their conversation. You laugh and sit back, a smile burned onto your lips. You’ve got your friends, your family, your Ace. You’re well on your way to finishing school. You’re ready to marry Ace and you’re more than happy. Everything is perfect.

Life is good.

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ashesandhackles · 4 years ago

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Harry and Tom: Parents, Love and Death

Ever since I read re-read HBP earlier this month, I wanted to explore parental rejection/abandonment as concepts related to Voldemort and his subsequent relationship with death vs Harry's. It was also sparked off by Ralph Fiennes saying he wanted to play Voldemort as a very "human evil" with "rage against the world" as opposed to an idea of evil. Fiennes also noted that when his nephew took the role of young Voldemort, he sensed a "loneliness" about him and he wanted to be able to play that. So to tap into the humanity of Voldemort, I wanted to chart his idea of his parents vs Harry's.

Infancy

Voldemort's mother died an hour after she gave birth to him. His father obviously neither knew nor cared what happened to him. The child who is born is essentially abandoned and rejected by both his parents. In stark contrast, Harry spends a year fiercely loved not only by his parents who died for him, but their friends too. All of this affects your brain development.

At age 11

While Voldemort is conscious of his powers and has, for his age, immense control over them, Harry is usually on spot for accidental magic. Voldemort shows instincts for power, control, and uses his powers to bully and terrify other kids in orphanage. He has no trouble believing he is "special". Harry, on the other hand, is almost always using powers for self preservation and quite accidentally. Aunt Petunia gave him a bad haircut? Hair grows back. Aunt Petunia giving him a horrible jumper? It magically shrinks until it no longer fits him. Dudley chasing him? He is somehow on the school roof. Dudley elbows him aside in zoo? The glass vanishes and boa constrictor is free. In fact, I believe Harry's instinct for fighting his way out of tight corners, as Snape puts it, comes from here - a decade of escaping or hiding from his cousin, his uncle, and being quick to react to protect himself (because no one else will). Therefore, Voldemort's response to his environment is to seek wider control, while Harry's is for simple self preservation. Harry, of course, can't believe he is a wizard so quickly.

Belonging and Friends

Harry points out in DH that Voldemort would have seen having an account in Gringotts as a "symbol of belonging to wizarding world". This is something Voldemort covets.Him coveting trophies with magical histories and hiding them in places like this is a sign he understands desire. His own personal history is a vast disappointment, so he will create his own. Again, in contrast, Harry's sense of belonging is validated with the gold his parents left him. They both think of Hogwarts as home. Harry immediately makes friends, while Voldemort, a self hating bully, would attract people because of his immense power.

Fascination with parentage

Both Voldemort and Harry are fascinated with their parentage as teenagers. Harry's is, of course, fueled by the knowledge that his parents died protecting him whereas Voldemort has no idea about his father and believes his mother can't possibly be a witch because she died. Voldemort keeps his father's name, even though he dislikes it because it's too common, until he finds out that his father was a Muggle. This comes after a lot of painstaking search for his father in school records. After accepting that his father may not be the magical one, he finally looks into the ancestry of the woman he thought was weak - his mother. I think these are the beginnings of his relationship and understanding of death. As a child, I wonder if his mother's death constituted as rejection for him. I wonder if his fear of death and his painstaking steps for immortality is also a way to make himself different from his "weak" mother. Both of his parents disappointed him in different ways and Voldemort sought himself to make himself different from both : rejecting his father by shedding his name, playing up his mother's ancestry and rejecting his mother by attempting and "going further than anybody" for immortality.

This is, again, huge contrast to Harry who is repeatedly shown to have longing to meet his dead parents. Harry has the knowledge he is loved, and Voldemort doesn't and I wonder if it contributes to his inability to understand it. Harry expresses desire for Resurrection Stone and scared Hermione and Ron with his talk of living with dead people. He has a guilty desire in Book 3 to hear his parents voices and he has to really get a grip on himself to learn Patronuses. He visits Mirror of Erised until Dumbledore stops him. He and Luna were also among the few who could hear voices beyond the Veil in Book 5 - and I wonder if it means that Harry believes he will see the people he loved again, or believes in a certain kind of afterlife. It seems to be why he was comforted by Luna at end of Book 5 saying that "they were just hiding, lurking out of sight, you heard them". This is why, when Harry drops the Resurrection Stone in the forest - his biggest longing and temptation - it's a huge deal for his character who is haunted by the loss of people he loves. Harry is not only accepting his own death, but also of the people who died defending and loving him the most. Voldemort rejects and fears death. It is an unknown he cannot control.

The fathers

Both Harry and Voldemort looked to their fathers first, as young orphans looking for a masculine ideal to emulate in life. However, when Harry's ideal of his father is dashed, Harry , through his father's friends and his father's own death to protect him, is able to reconcile with the idea that his father is imperfect. Most of Harry's father and mentor figures are put off their pedestals and Harry learns to reconcile their humanity with his own projections of them. In short, he grows up.

Voldemort, on the other hand, learns more of his father from his uncle. And whatever version of the story his uncle told him, Voldemort seems to have believed. As he says to Harry in GOF - he believes his father abandoned his mother after he found out that she was a witch ("He doesn't like magic, my father"). Which, as we know, is not the true story. For Voldemort, however, coupled with his rage of being abandoned and rejected, his father essentially left him to rot in an orphanage. His Muggle ancestry is just one strike too many. He killed his father and his family, his source of rage and shame. He sheds his father's name, and becomes someone else, only known by his "special" magical lineage - cutting off that undesirable part of himself.

Harry, in contrast, finds his father "inside himself" through his Patronus. ("Prongs rode again last night" as Dumbledore eloquently put it). Tom sought inanimate objects and notorious titles in wizarding history in order to reject his "ordinary" self and magnify his self importance while Harry sought connections in friends, and created found families with his father's friends to connect with his own personal history and move forward.

There are many other subjects to explore with two of them - especially with how they deal with a sense of aloneness, trust and secrecy. But this is a big enough post for now.

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 4 years ago

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Star Wars - Boba Fett x Reader: Eyes of Starlight

Author’s Note: Wow, am I late to the Boba party, or what? Back when Mandalorian S2 was brand new, tumblr blew up with Boba Fett, and I was so down for that, except the majority of the fics I came across were smut, so I didn’t get the Boba content I was looking for. Alas, I finally decided to write my own smut-free Boba moment.

In this, Boba is younger in this than in the Mandalorian.

Warnings: Action, a fight scene, nothing graphic in my opinion. Reader does encounter intruders, so if that is a trigger then be cautious.

The evening was anything but quiet, yet it was the lack of silence that made it so peaceful. Bugs and frogs chirped a sweet song of the warm spring that had arrived. You stood barefoot on the balcony off your room, hands resting on the railing as you enjoyed the time alone. The moon was only a sliver, but the lack of blue light made it easier to see the sky of stars. One in particular was twinkling many colors like a cut gemstone reflecting light.

A pair of eyes that held a similar gleam flashed in your mind.

You shook your head. The one who those eyes belonged to was the last person you wanted to be reminded of. He could be so smug at times. Annoying. Sometimes even condescending. Most of the time he was gruff, but every now and then he’d wear a smirk that got under your skin even when you couldn’t see it behind helmet of his.

He was Boba Fett, the greatest bounty hunter there was, and he was hired to protect you; a fact that he would not let you soon forget.

You thought back to one of your earliest exchanges with him months before, when you nearly collided with him in the hall and he regarded you with a raised brow as you waited for him to step aside as most of your guards usually did. He hadn’t moved.

“You know, around here it’s polite to let the princess pass.”

“Princess _________,” he sighed. “ I’m being paid a handsome credit to protect you, not coddle you while you play palace. Besides,” he paused, shooting you that look as you stepped to the side to let him pass, “I’m not from around here.”

His words were absolutely infuriating.

Sure, you realized from the very beginning that this Boba Fett was not impressed by titles, and perhaps you’d been asking for it by trying to pull rank. It was just a test, a nudge to get a feel for this renowned bounty hunter.

That glint in his eyes flashed across your vision again. Even though you were in the farthest corner of the estate, it felt as if he were right there with his gaze boring into yours. It made you feel hot despite the cool breeze that ruffled your nightgown, whether the heat was from frustration or perhaps underlying feelings you’d been denying, you weren’t sure.

A single slide of a foot on the stone balcony a few feet away caught your attention. You whipped your head around to get a look at what it may have been only to see a figure dressed in dark clothes with their face covered, and they stood as if they had just crawled onto the surface of the balcony, their gloved hands still grasping the railing. You let out a scream and made a dash for your bedroom, but the intruder had reached an arm out to grab and pull you away from the door leading inside.

You recognized the insignia on his glove. He was part of the group Boba had been hired to protect you from. They had launched an attempt to raid the palace and steal priceless artifacts belonging to your people to sell illegally, and they had succeeded in taking a few. For safety, you and a few other artifacts were moved to an estate of the royal family, and Boba was assigned to protect you.

Just as the intruder tried to put his gloved hand over your mouth to prevent a second scream, Boba burst into your palace quarters. He immediately shot at the assailant while you sank to the stone floor, frozen in place while he faced his opponents.

More of the intruders were climbing over the railing after scaling the estate wall. Boba fought off several of them, but they kept coming. At one point, he had knocked most of them down, save for one he was engaged in hand-to-hand combat with and another that sought to sneak up on him from behind.

Sure. He could be smug, annoying, and even act condescending. His smirk got under your skin even when you couldn’t quite see it through his helmet. He was Boba Fett, the greatest bounty hunter there was, and he was hired to protect you; and not a day went by that he didn’t remind you of that fact with his actions or words.

You could not have predicted the fear that clawed at your chest at the sight of some low-life attacking him from behind while he was preoccupied by another.

It was like your body unfroze and reacted on instinct. Your hand snatched up a nearby blaster pistol and aimed it at the figure. In a matter of seconds, the intruder was lying on the stone floor while Boba’s visor turned toward you.

Your chest rose and fell with each breath as you stared wide-eyed at the floor. You barely registered his footsteps as he crossed over to where you sat. It was only when you felt the blaster lifted from your hands ever-so-gently that you snapped out of your stunned state. It had surprised you, how slow and careful his movements were when grasping your shaking hand in his gloved one and helping you stand. Considering how he carried on and bantered with you, you half-expected him to yank you to your feet in a quick, unceremonious way and tell you to pull yourself together.

“Pull yourself together.” Though he didn’t yank you to your feet, he spoke firmly through the visor. “It’s over.”

Well, alright then. Perhaps you did know Boba fairly well by now.

Firing back a retort would be useless at the moment. Besides, you were too shaken up to try. Instead, you focused on taking deep breaths until your heartbeat slowed to a steady pace. After a few minutes passed in silence, you spoke.

“I can’t believe they found us. We took so many precautions...coming here without any guards even, to not draw attention...”

“That’s why your parliament hired me. These scum pose a serious threat.” He spoke over his shoulder as he walked through the sea of unconscious invaders.

“I’m...I’m going inside.”

He gave no reply and only knelt down to search one of them. You released a sigh and walked indoors, sliding the door to the balcony shut behind you. No tears fell. No sobs escaped your lips. You stared at the roomy bed in front of you that had been made by handmaids, not even feeling like collapsing into it. You were still on edge and unsure of how to shake it off.

Part of you wanted to head down the hall to the library and sit quietly with a warm cup of (favorite hot drink), but what felt like an invisible steel cable kept you from wandering. You didn’t like the thought of being too far away from Boba. Just in case.

So you settled for pacing around the room idly, your mind running through the event over again. You wished you had gotten a few punches in or managed to kick the trespasser where the suns don’t shine. You’d been caught off-guard and didn’t react the way you thought you should’ve. Even so, it was something you could learn from.

The door slid open, and Boba stepped inside, removing his helmet and setting it down on a side table. You were relieved that he didn’t appear injured. “I’ve contacted authorities. This group will be handled from here.”

“Do you know who sent them?”

He gazed at you for a few seconds, and at first you didn’t think he would answer. “I have yet to figure that out.”

“Oh.”

He was still staring at you, and your instincts kicked in when he took a few steps toward you. The dim yellow light of the lamps that lit your room glowed on his face and reflected in his eyes as he neared you. Your heart thrummed so quickly, and your body may still have been feeling the effects of the event that had transpired only minutes before. You flinched when Boba raised a gloved hand. It wasn’t a fast or sudden movement, but when he saw your reaction, he paused nonetheless.

Still spooked, you sharpened your tone in irritation. “What are you looking at?” That’s when the emotion finally crept in your voice. Your vision blurred with the forming of tears as your face twisted in a look of frustration as you returned his gaze with a new fire.

He didn’t look the slightest bit phased, but you noticed his expression lost some of its intensity. Boba reached up again to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger, carefully angling your face toward the mirror on the wall to your left. You saw the eyes that haunted you each day and the man they belonged to staring at your reflection. Then, your gaze traveled to his gloved hand and up to your own eyes which gleamed in the lamplight. Finally, they rested on a splotch of blood on your cheek.

Your hand immediately reached toward it, but Boba caught your wrist with his other hand. His gentle touch kept surprising you. It was very different from what you’d expected.

“Do you have supplies for this?” he asked.

You simply gave a nod and extricated yourself from his light hold to retrieve the first aid you kept tucked under the bed. His eyes never left you, and you caught his gaze as you walked back over with the small box. Boba had removed his gloves by the time you found a disinfecting swab. He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger so delicately before taking the swab and dabbing your cheek. The sting was mild, but just enough to make you wince.

“Hold still,” he told you.

“You know, I am capable of doing this myself. This isn’t exactly in the job description of you protecting me and the artifacts.”

Boba didn’t respond, only leaned in to inspect the minor wound. You didn’t want to allow yourself to enjoy the moment, but there was no stopping the way he flooded your senses and filled you with a sense of calm. His masculine scent put you at ease, and the way he treated you so carefully as if you were made of glass evoked a quiet sigh from your lips.

When he was done, there was only a trace of the scratch that needed a few days to heal.

“There,” he stated, retracting his hands. You immediately missed the warmth. Even so, you maintained your composure as he leaned in once more. “Is there anything else I can help you with, Princess?”

“N-no.”

“Really?” That smirk touched the corner of his lips as he took on an almost intrigued expression. “No complaint? Not even a comment?”

“Well-” you began, and he chuckled.

“Ah, there it is.”

“Now you won’t get to hear it.”

“Fine by me.”

You sighed. “I was just going to say you should let me tend to your wounds. There’s no way you walked away completely unscathed.”

He paced over to where his helmet still sat on a table and knocked at it with his knuckle a few times. “It’s called beskar.”

“Alright then,” you tsked as you began to put the first aid supplies away. “Your loss. Let me know if you do need anything after all.”

His brows perked again. “There might be one thing.”

You paused before tucking the first aid box under your bed. “What’s that?”

“I do feel a little sting,” Boba said. “Right here.” He gestured to his lip. You rolled your eyes, but humored him by bringing the box back over and leaning in to get a better look. There were a few scars, but definitely nothing fresh.

“A sting?” you repeated, taking another step. “I don’t see anything.”

“Maybe you should look closer.” His eyes gazed deeply into yours, and you found it nearly impossible to look away. So you didn’t.

Not until your lips were on his. Then, you let your eyes flutter shut.

The kiss was, like his manner toward you before, gentle. Only after you relaxed into it did he kiss you back more firmly, his arm wrapping around you to pull you closer to his armored torso. When he did pull away, you nearly chased his lips with your own before you remembered yourself.

You had been the one to close the distance and kiss him.

You kissed Boba Fett. He had kissed you back.

Your handmaids and some security arrived on the scene, and Boba left you in their care without a word. Sure, he was annoying and smug sometimes. This man had been a mystery to you for the months that you’d spent under his protection. At first he had regarded you with similar annoyance, but perhaps things had changed. Perhaps you had started to grow on each other through the banter.

You hadn’t anticipated this. You hadn’t thought that you’d care for the bounty hunter so much. It was only after the kiss that you were finally able to accept your feelings. They went beyond professional, even beyond mere attraction. Did you dare to venture into the territory of love? You weren’t quite sure about that yet. All you knew was those eyes, his voice, and now his kiss, would haunt your dreams.

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Rabble Drabble #VI: Advances 2.0

Colin fends off advances from his drunken wife.

A/N: This was too good not to write out. Enjoy Colin’s misery.

Colin checked the clock in his phone, thumbing through Daphne’s text messages. Right after, his eyes lingered on his wife’s gleeful expression on the background picture of his phone before he locked it. They should be close, he mused.

It was girl’s night out. Rare as it is, sometimes his sisters and the other Bridgerton wives get together and do something fun. Usually, it’s a spa day but today was an unusual one. Sophie had connections with a promoter at a new club downtown and invited all the females for lady’s night.

Colin, and the other men in the family, had some reservations about the ladies going by themselves but his complaints dissipated upon seeing Penelope’s excited face. He shut his mouth, difficult as it was, and wished her a good time. She gave him a searing kiss, jumped into the limo that Simon rented for them and waved him goodbye.

He fretted the entire night.

He constantly checked his phone for an errant text message from his wife throughout the night. The smudge marks on his phone screen became more prominent as hours passed by. But he persisted in his test of patience. Penelope deserved a night of fun and time for herself. And he trusted her wholeheartedly.

It was the other men, who might leer at her, he did not trust.

The ring from the doorbell interrupted his thoughts. He dashed to the door and opened it. Penelope stood, swaying dangerously. She looked up, eyes roaming at his body as they traversed upward. She grinned, that breezy smile which he loved to see, brightening up her features as she recognized him. Before he could greet her, she grabbed onto his shirt and pulled with all her might to slouch him down to her level. It was quite a bend since he was a couple of inches taller than her. She easily captured his lips and slipped her tongue in his mouth.

He almost lost his balance from the shock, if not for her pinning him to the door. He was fairly aware of the hoots and hollers from the limousine, Eloise being the loudest, but he paid no heed. Not when Penelope was intent on exploring every crevasse of his mouth.

Colin responded instantly, and even hiked her up, his arms securing her firmly. He was mindful enough to cover her almost exposed bum as her skimpy black dress also hiked up with her movement. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, all the while not even breaking away from his lips--a feat he was absolutely enthralled with. Her hands toyed with his hair, pulling slightly with every flick of her tongue on his.

He twisted and stepped away from the entryway, pushing the door to close with a sound kick. Penelope pulled away, eyes twinkling in mischief.

“Hey, good looking,” she greeted happily.

He preened at her flattery. He prided on the fact that his wife was unconditionally enamoured by his face. He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Back at you, hot stuff. Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?”

Her cheeks, pink from inebriation, further blossomed into a pretty reddish hue. The way she shyly peered at him sent a bolt of giddiness to his heart. He loved making her blush.

She rested her head on his shoulder, stealing tiny kisses on his neck.

“Did you have fun?”

She nodded. Her kisses traveled upward to the smooth patch of skin under his ear. He tilted his head to give her a wide berth. He felt her smile against his skin.

“How much did you drink tonight?”

She gave a noncommittal shrug. That usually meant she drank more than she should have, most likely under Eloise’s bidding. He cradled her closer to him. He got a whiff of alcohol from her breath but refrained from commenting on it. She sighed in response, her lips now on the tips of his ears.

He almost wobbled as he walked up the stairs when she gently bit his ear. He had sensitive ears.

“Ah...my love. Maybe don’t do that when we’re climbing the stairs,” he pleaded. He re-adjusted her on his arms before walking faster toward their bedroom since she did not relent. Even more, her tongue teased his earlobe, making him shiver even more.

He plopped her down the bed as gently as he could. She whimpered at the loss of contact, pouting petulantly at his action. And she just endeared herself more to him.

Colin proceeded to take off the elaborate straps of her heels. “Let’s get these off first, yeah? Then you can go to sleep,” he said while fending off her grabby hands that were aiming for his shirt.

“Did you know that you have a face that’s begging to be sat on?” she whispered seductively at him. Penelope pulled on the pin in her hair keeping her riotous curls together, setting her fiery red hair free flowing as God intended it to be. She pulled her foot from his hands, now on all fours on the bed and giving him ample view of her lovely cleavage.

His eyes bulged as his jaw slacked. His Penelope was no shrinking violet when it comes to carnal affairs but she had never been as aggressive as this. It’s kinda turning him on.

He stammered her name helplessly. Her seductive smile turned sinful, then she started moving toward him like a lioness going for a kill. He was mesmerized by her lithe movement, or maybe he was just ogling the way her breasts swayed with her every action.

He honestly can’t tell anymore.

She bit her lip. The immediate contact of her red plump lip against her white teeth sent a sharp bolt to his groin. She stopped inches away from him, daring him to touch her willing body. Before he could place a hand on her, she pulled her flimsy black dress off her body.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath as he gawked at his wife. Her matching brassiere and underwear were not only extremely flattering on her, they were also very see-through. It was times like these that he wished he had Benedict’s talent for painting. The vision of her as a tempting minx would be forever seared into his brain.

His hands itched to touch her pale skin. Maybe he should explore sculpting instead. But Eloise’ words on the concept of consent rang loudly in his head. Penelope was drunk. He should not partake.

He closed his eyes shut and stepped away from her. “I’m going to get you some pajamas,” he squeaked out as he ran away. He ignored her affronted gasp.

When he came back, Penelope was already under the covers. He almost tripped on her high heels scattered on the floor then he noticed the lacy undergarments on the floor. When he let out a loud exhale, she giggled heartily.

“Pen, come on,” he called out as he pushed some clothing in her direction.

What he didn’t calculate was her hand pulling him on the bed and her gloriously naked wife straddling him. Her hands roamed along his chest, one hand purposely dipping past his stomach.

He choked out her name in alarm, which she answered with a wink.

“We are going to have fun tonight,” she promised after she kissed the tip of his nose.

He swallowed nervously. His hands clutched on the cotton beddings desperately in fear of being in contact with her lush body. Sweat beaded his forehead. “Probably not tonight, my love. Maybe when you’re sober?” he hastily asked before she could kiss him again.

She wriggled her hips in defiance, earning a low groan from him. Her eyebrow lifted up in amusement.

“This is so hard,” he muttered, feverishly praying to the gods of chastity, whoever they may be.

“Oh good, we can start,” she impishly exclaimed. She tried to pull off his shirt but he latched onto it like a drowning man to a lifesaver.

“Pen...Pen, my love,” he cried out in vain as she ignored his shirt in favor of his pants. She was about to successfully take off his sweatpants when he turned her over, pinning her on the bed with his weight.

She smooched his jaw, the touch featherlight to tease him into oblivion. And damn her, it’s working.

“Let’s take a minute, okay?” he panted. Colin’s breath was haggardly thin from the sheer effort of not jumping his drunken wife. He was so stressed he thought he developed multiple ulcers.

“Okay, but on the next round, I go on top,” she said with a slur, then added, “I want to ride you.”

His lips pursed into a thin line. Maybe if he pumped her with enough caffeine, she’ll sober up in the next few minutes? No...no, what was he thinking? She needed sleep. He caught her hands pulling at his shirt and plainly commanded her, “Sleep.”

“Are you serious? I’m naked.”

He pulled on the pajama he brought earlier and placed it on her chest. “There you go.”

“But...but,” she looked discombobulated from his refusal. It’s just not done. He never said no to sex. It’s usually her who begs off sex. Colin was a little proud at his exemplary show of restraint.

“Come on, love. I’ll get you some water and aspirin.”

Before he could get off her, she snaked her hands around his torso and buried her face in his chest. He was about to pry her off when he felt a patch of wetness on his shirt.

“Pen?” he asked gently.

She sobbed quietly. He felt her body shudder in time with her hiccups. His heart flopped pathetically. It physically hurt him to see her cry.

“Why are you crying?” he inquired again as he wiped the tears from her face.

“You don’t think I’m attractive anymore,” she accused him through her sobs. “ Are you done with me now? Are we going to divorce?”

“That is not true,” he denied vehemently, “I worship your body. Look at you. You are fucking amazing, and insanely hot and astoundingly gorgeous. I’m a lucky bastard for managing to convince you into marrying me. If you think that you can get rid of me so easily, you have another thing coming. Even in death, I will haunt you from ever marrying again.”

His words seemed to placate her slightly. “Then why?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you in your inebriated state,” he explained, placing a tender kiss on her temple. “If you’re up to it, definitely a raincheck for tomorrow morning.”

She stared at him before she nodded slightly. “I’m sorry,” she apologized in a small voice.

He kissed the tip of her nose, then her lips. “For what?”

“Acting like a bobcat in heat.”

“I quite like you acting like a bobcat in heat,” he teased her with a laugh. She swatted his arm. She shifted in the bed, draping herself across on his side.

“I love you, Colin,” she murmured as she gave in to the lethargy.

He pulled on the blanket to cover them both. “I love you too, Pen.”

After a few seconds, he heard her soft snores. He sagged even further to the bed in relief. He did really well today. Maybe sober Penelope would give him a reward. In fact, he looked forward to it.

He was about to fall asleep himself when his wife shifted again. This time, her leg sprawled over his leg and on top of his groin. He closed his eyes, willing the southward rush of blood away. He tried pushing Penelope’s leg away but it was as if her legs were welded on his lower body. He tried waking her up but she was dead to the world and to him.

Colin cursed heavily. It was going to be a long night.

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