#how to check alkalinity

[trashycosmos]

finally got the hang of making potash down and i probs could have stopped a hell of a lot earlier but... i like playing with fire

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

Perfectly Misaligned

Vi x reader

Summary: Vi has always been protective over you ever since you moved in next door to a less than savory part of town. Nevertheless though she still tries to play things cool though and not cross any boundaries. Whenever she hears the way your friend really talks to you though from the other side of the door, all bets are off.

Contains: very very au! still kind of new to the arcane/LoL universe so this will not be following canon or anything at all (obvs because it’s fanfic but still), sweet and soft vi, protective vi, depictions and discussions of abuse (physical and emotional), injuries, hurt x comfort trope, fluff fluff and more fluff!! <3

basically a vi version of my first jb one-shot but I still included some differences! once again my first time writing for her so please be gentle! i hope you like it 🥹🩵

(PSA: i’m writing this from experience! if you are in an abusive situation like this please take care of yourself 💙)

“Jesus, have you ever managed to recall a single thing right?!” My best friend seethed, someone who should’ve been my best friend at least as she slung an already chipped dirty plate across the dingy kitchen.

I should’ve kicked her out at the first sign of violence. I shouldn’t have even invited her over to think of it. Somewhere in my stupid brain I thought that talking about it in person would help us work things out more. Maybe because in some way I thought she was more biting over text messages so it wouldn’t hurt as much in person either. Every moment of rationalization got stupider by the second.

“That never happened! I never said any of that! You’re doing just what you always do! Pointing the finger and making me out to be the villian! You really think you’re the innocent one in all of this?!” I yelped as soon as she slammed her hand down on the emotional support water bottle I was currently clutching onto until it hit the floor with a loud thunk.

The sound of a knock on the door made me flinch again, the tears burning my eyes until they started to ache. “Hey, y/n? It’s getting kind of loud over there, are you okay?” The voice followed from the other side of the door. Violet, probably the best neighbor I could’ve asked for in one of the trashiest apartments. It was definitely a rough part of town we lived in, the only thing we could afford really. She always checked in on me though.

I hated how pathetic I felt hugging myself, eyes wide as I peered up at my ‘friend’ as if I was fucking asking for permission. Permission she clearly wasn’t giving me. “Didn’t know you two were so close. Is this someone else you’re hiding me from? Someone else you’re probably painting the worst picture of me to?”

“Y/n, I’m coming in.” Vi echoed, fuck I had almost forgotten I’d given her a spare key for whenever she needed it or just wanted company.

The moment the door swung open though I could feel the weight of my ‘friend’s push shoving me towards the ground. The sting of broken glass biting in my skin as I yelped in pain, bits of blood now streaking across the ground. And Vi had seen every second of it.

“Did you just put your fucking hands on her?” She practically growled as she made her way into the apartment, thick combat boots kicking aside broken glass to make a path.

“Oh c’mon, do I really look like I would hurt somebody? She clearly fell-”

“Yeah, you do. Because that’s all I’ve been hearing you do since the moment I came home and thank god I got here whenever I did-”

“Vi, please don’t-” I squeaked out with yet another wince of pain as I tried to push myself up to a sitting position. I knew how she was. The way she stayed bandaged up and covered in bruises didn’t hide exactly how she made her money. But I had never wanted to see that side of her myself. I didn’t think I could.

The words were lost to me though, lifting my hand as if to latch onto her own only to see a piece of glass protruding from the muscle below my thumb. Vi only took one wide look down at me before shooting a sea of daggers towards the culprit’s way. “I’ll give you a headstart before I break every last finger that you laid on her? How about that?”

“Vi-” I tried to protest again, but I should’ve known better than to believe she’d actually try and stand up to someone like Vi. Towering over both of us with a plethora of tattoos in black ink and enough muscles to put a bodybuilder to shame, she’d be intimidating to anybody. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had stumbled out of her apartment the day I moved in with a hopeful grin on her face as she offered to help me carry things upstairs I probably would’ve been intimidated by her too. But she had charmed me from day one.

“Damn it, doll, what’d she do to you?” She whispered, kneeling amongst the glass without a single care of it scraping her up too. “Is it safe to pull that out?” She wondered, bandaged and bruised fingers gently taking my wrist into her hand to examine the damage on my palm.

“I think so… it isn’t too deep.” I spoke, sucking in another yelp of pain as I yanked the glass from my hand and shakily tossed the now red piece aside. “It’s not that bad- she- she just pushed me.”

“No, y/n-” It was the first time she directed that glare towards me and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me wince at first. Only seconds later though I watched her icy expression soften with a shake of her head. “You can’t excuse it this time, doll.”

I didn’t say anything, even knowing she was right, she stared down at my scraped and cut knees while the tears dripped down my cheeks until they landed on the open wounds and made them sting. Knowing I would probably find some way, some reason to excuse what had just happened. I always did.

“C’mon, baby, let’s go over to my place and get you patched up.” She sighed, almost with a hint of disappointment before sliding an arm around my shoulders and another underneath my knees. I sucked in a breath of pain as I was separated from the pool of glass, microcuts now hitting the air as the pieces that had embedded themselves into my skin clinked to the floor.

My eyes felt heavy, my head already lolling to the side the moment I felt her sweeping me up with ease. My head ached from the amount of arguing, almost worse than the stings of the open wounds. Vi shoved open the door to her apartment next door, still the same chaotic mess it usually was whenever she invited me over. She never showed it, but sometimes I think she felt lonely. She was just the kind of person you could tell even by first glance that she had been through a lot. I never asked though. It never seemed appropriate to get too personal. She was a private person, and I respected that. Or tried to.

“This might sting a little.” She whispered once we made it to her tiny bathroom, leaving me propped up on the sink as she rummaged around for her first aid supplies. I tried to mask my expression of pain the moment she touched the antiseptic to my bloodied knees but ultimately failed as a whimper tumbled from my lips.

“I’m sorry.” I spoke through a sharp breath, “That y-you have to do this. I shouldn’t have gotten you involved in our shit.” I lifted a shaky hand to try and wipe at my eyes, tears that seemed to have miraculously remained at bay until now.

“No, y/n, I got involved on my accord. Because it seemed like somebody needed to.” She shook her head, and I never knew that hands that looked so rough could be as gentle as hers were. Pulling them away from the wounds only to hold my chin in between her thumb and pointer finger. “Has she ever put her hands on you before, doll?”

I shook my head almost immediately, watching her expression harden, eyes icy enough to freeze. “Are you lying?” She asked again, a quiver setting into my bottom lip as she seemed to see through it all. Her anger was unmistakable, the way she pulled her hands away from me only to clench them into fists. Shoulders set like she was about to swing at something, anything. And still somehow I wasn’t afraid of her.

“Vi, Vi please… please don’t go after her right now. Please just- just stay with me. For a little bit, please.” I reached out to slide my hand around her bulging bicep just before she could put her fist through the wall.

I felt her swing around to face me, an arm sliding around my shoulder, fingers knotting through my hair as she held me to her broad shoulder. “You’re more important.” She finally spoke with another long breath that felt like she was loosening every muscle in her body. “She’ll get what’s coming to her though.”

“Promise you’ll be careful.” I begged into the fabric of her tank top.

“I can’t ever promise that, but I’ll always do my best.” The feeling of her fingers running through my hair was almost enough to pull the tears from my eyes again. Gentle touches I wasn’t familiar with. Gentle words I wasn’t used to hearing I almost couldn’t believe them. The feeling of safe muscular arms holding me to her warm chest as I clung onto her like I hadn’t ever done before. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I heard her softly shushing me from above, her chin propping up on top of my head. “Shhh, I’ve got you now. I’ve got you. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

She was careful whenever she inched away, gently drawing my body from hers. Calloused hands drawing down my bare arms as if checking for anymore tiny cuts the glass might have left. “Let me finish patching you up, and then I’ll hold you as long as you want me to.”

She wrapped my knees and hand in her bandages and placed little bandaids on every small wound. Whenever we made it back to my place though she didn’t hesitate to sweep up every last bit of the broken glass too before finally letting herself sit down.

“You didn’t have to clean everything, you know? I could’ve taken care of it.” I spoke into my lap, face drawn down as if in shame.

“I think you’ve cleaned up someone’s mess a few too many times.” Vi sighed before stretching an open arm out as if beckoning me in. “C’mere doll.” I was already moving into her arms, taking in her musky scent with just a tinge of iron that she always had whenever she returned from work. “I’m sorry I didn’t wash up first, I just heard the yelling and I came running and-”

“It’s okay.” I said with a shake of my head just before nuzzling into her chest. Her body could’ve swallowed me whole if she wanted it to, I felt like nothing more than a ragdoll curled up into her arms. And I normally would’ve hated it. But with Vi I felt like I could finally be small and sensitive and fragile and I’d be safe. It was just a matter of not having to be on guard 24/7.

Vi cleared her throat from above me, her fingers brushed underneath my chin as if nudging me to look at her. Blue eyes that I felt like were gonna send me into cardiac arrest, and with my hand bundled up into a ball against her chest I swore I could’ve felt her own heart kicking into gear. “Y/n, you know I really care about you, right?”

“After tonight, yeah, I- I think I do.” My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and all I wanted was to hide my face into her shirt again. But with the grip she had on my chin I knew she wouldn’t let me. “I- I care about you a lot too.”

“I know you do, I just feel like a lot of people don’t return the favor, you know? So I just… I want you to know that. I’ve got you. Regardless.” A long breath was shuddered from my lungs at her warm words. Feeling her cracked but soft lips drifting downwards to brush against my forehead just before she finally released my chin.

It felt like they held a lot of weight to them. Almost more than what they let on, than she wanted to let on. At least for now. They were enough though. Enough to get my eyes to tear up pathetically again as I burrowed my face back into her chest with a small sniffle.

“You’re my best friend, Vi.” I muttered just loud enough for her to hear.

She delicately slid her fingers around my wrist, softly stroking my pulse point until my teary eyes fluttered shut, “You’re mine too, darling.”

[formulawolff]

✧˖° golden girl & her star boys ✧˖°

hello everyone! ♡

as part of the alkaline series, i felt that this was necessary. i’m going to give a little bit of background on the readers’ relationships with the other drivers on the grid! (i also just love to yap. that’s the real reason!)

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✧˖° williams ✧˖°

alex albon — one of her best friends and teammate. basically like her older brother who is constantly giving unwanted advice. they banter and argue CONSTANTLY. however, she deeply appreciates his ability to be 10000% honest with her at all times. she’s definitely cried on his shoulder numerous times.

he was the first person to accept her to the f1 scene with open arms. he is constantly defending her name and likeness to the media. although he won’t admit it directly, he has a deep respect and love (sibling sort of love!) for her. he wouldn’t want anyone else to be driving alongside him at williams.

✧˖° mercedes ✧˖°

lewis hamilton — they are friendly with one another, but not super close. lewis is super friendly and inviting, she is just a little intimidated by him. he has this powerful aura, and since he’s always been one of her role models, she has a hard time approaching him. the conversations they have had, she’s always been grateful for his encouragement and advice.

sometimes he will make fun of her for being so “american.” (lots of yeehaw, stereotypical jokes about the u.s.) she laughs it off though, usually countering back with her witty humor.

george russell — as we know… these two do not get along. he’s polite, but does not necessarily enjoy her bold and brash personality. he thinks that she’s a little “too much” at times, especially with how opinionated she is on social media. lewis has to often remind him that he needs to be friendlier, considering her contract is up at the end of the 2024 season. and he knows toto is scouting for a new driver, so she may be potential option.

begrudgingly, george will sometimes compliment her. it’s not super nice or over the top, but they are compliments!

✧˖° red bull ✧˖°

max verstappen — he adores her! he has a ton of admiration and respect for her, often complimenting her techniques or good laps. they are somewhat close, checking in with one another during breaks. he is also protective of her likeness, often reminding journalists that her gender doesn’t matter. she’s a worthy competitor and an exceptional driver. (since you know, she’s a contender for the champion slot but we won’t address that yet!) they often do interviews together with the other guys!

he thinks her american slang, accent, and mannerisms are cute. he has a slight crush but is also somewhat scared of her. it leaves him feeling confused yet bewildered at times.

sergio perez — the two are friendly. sort of like coworkers who work in different departments but are cordial with one another. since she’s so young, checo thinks that she has a lot to learn. he does offer advice, but not often. he does believe that she is a talented driver and deserves her spot on the grid. he is well aware of max’s little crush and teases him relentlessly for it.

✧˖° mclaren ✧˖°

lando norris — one of the besties! he’ll often ask her to come on to his livestreams with him during breaks or the offseason. they snap one another frequently, often using the weird and funny filters. he loves to hear about her perspective on the f1 world, considering her position as the first american female driver. they’ve met up a few times between races to hang out or he’ll bring her and alex food to the paddock. he knows that she loves peeled apple slices so sometimes he’ll bring some to her the morning of race day.

he is a firm believer that she’s going to be a first female world champion in the next few years.

oscar piastri — another one of the besties! they’re close but not as close as reader & lando. he also enjoys hearing her perspective on everything f1 related. he’ll tag along with lando quite often to bring food, snacks, and drinks to the paddocks or hang outs. one of the first few drivers on the grid to approach and befriend her. (he couldn’t help but notice how anxious she looked, and he wanted to give her some comfort)

✧˖° ferrari ✧˖°

carlos sainz — one of the besties! is very willing to do funny bits for social media with her, no matter what it entails. he enjoys her fiery personality and her ability to stand up for what she believes in. he’ll often join her, lando, oscar, and charles for hangouts between races. sometimes he’ll list her as an emergency contact because he knows how much she’s on her phone. he teaches her spanish from time to time, just the basics so that she can get by when they’re traveling. (although sometimes he’ll tell her the wrong things on purpose, just because it’s hilarious)

charles leclerc — one of the besties! he will often join her and lando on livestreams, especially if they’re sim racing. he’s very competitive with her and tries to beat her in every game possible. he loves when she helps him with english, as he often has troubles with the language. he is fascinated by the idea of texas roadhouse, and wants to go to one with her, carlos, lando, and oscar sometime. additionally, she’s the first one he goes to when he needs help understanding a specific social media trend. or help buying gifts for his girlfriend.

✧˖° aston martin ✧˖°

fernando alonso — endearingly refers to himself as her padre. loves to tease her about anything and everything, in the way a father would to his daughter. they have lengthy discussions over a variety of topics, ranging from opera music to what they had for breakfast that morning. she has a deeply rooted admiration for him, and views him as a role model.

lance stroll — one of the besties, but not as much as lando or oscar. they’re very friendly to one another, lance’s father often asking her if she wants to reconsider williams and join aston martin in 2025. she usually says smiles and says no, much to his father’s dismay.

✧˖° alpine ✧˖°

esteban ocon — the two do not really speak a whole lot, but they’re friendly and polite! like many of the other drivers, he enjoys seeing a new face and getting to know her!

pierre gasly — very friendly with one another! he enjoys having a fresh new face to the grid, and a new perspective that comes along with it. he’ll often taunt her in french, laughing when she gets frustrated that she can’t understand what he’s saying. he’ll compliment her when she has a good lap or a great race. he respects her boldness and how she is not willing to let the press paint her as someone she’s not.

✧˖° haas ✧˖°

nico hulkenberg — they do not really speak, unless it’s at an event or something press related. she does respect his seniority over the younger drivers! additionally, he respects her and wishes her well before races.

kevin magnussen — a similar situation to nico! they do speak to one another from time to time, often chirping greetings in the morning. he does tease her for really only knowing english, telling her that she needs to “hop on that owl app or something.”

✧˖° alphatauri ✧˖°

daniel ricciardo — the mf bestie. this man knows a little too much about her. besides alex, he was one of the first people to welcome her to the grid with open arms. when he was the third driver for redbull in 2023, he found himself bored often. so, he would wander into the williams paddock, searching for her. since they have a very similar sense of humor, they feed off one another, often laughing so hard they have tears in their eyes. they were often attached to the hip throughout 2023, james having to shoo daniel away at times.

during breaks or at night, daniel would often find himself in her williams motorhome, snuggling or eating food together. they would often pair up to do press events, conduct livestreams, special events, or bits together. due to their close nature, rumors and speculation made their rounds across social media.

daniel deeply respects and admires her, finding her unapologetic nature extremely attractive. additionally, he just found her to be his go-to person, for anything. she was his comfort when he found himself missing racing.

at the end of the 2023 season, daniel found himself in a predicament, as he was falling in love with her. however, as time progressed, and as he signed with alphatauri, he realized that their lifestyle would not provide them a happy and stable relationship. so after her win in jeddah, he knew he had to face the facts and tell her how he felt.

things are a little weird now, but he wants to rekindle their friendship, hoping things will return to the way they once were.

yuki tsunoda — since the two have very similar personalities, they often find it hard to be in the same room together for long periods of time. however, they are polite and cordial to one another. they will tease one another at times, and she does follow him on social media.

✧˖° kick sauber ✧˖°

valtteri bottas — they do not really speak. when they do, it’s really only at the beginning of the season for press related events. she does respect his seniority, and loves hearing his stories of his time at mercedes with lewis.

zhou guanyu — they do not really speak. it’s a similar situation like valtteri. they do bond over being relatively new to the f1 world. she also loves the pictures he shares of his cat.

[whatitsdecending]

Alkaline (IV Oneshot)

IV x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Meeting a random stranger at a club wasn’t exactly something you did, but for some reason this was different and it ended up being the best decision you ever made.

Content warning: reader!switch, dominant male, use of toys, restraints, overstimulation, feelings of insecurity, drinking

“… I’m caught up in her design, and how it connects to mine. I see in a different light, the object of my desire…”

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The bass of the music thumped through your back as you leaned against the outside wall of the club. You waited with your friends as the bouncer meticulously checked each person’s ID as they entered the club. It took forever especially since just one guy was working, so you just tried to patiently wait until it was your turn.

A warm breeze kissed the exposed skin of your thighs, sending a flutter of shyness through you as you remembered just how short the dress you were wearing was. Your friends convinced you to try something new and not be as modest as you typically would be when going out with them, and so far you’ve blushed too many times to count each time you noticed someone staring at your exposed legs.

The line slowly inched forward and you were finally the next person to get their ID checked, your friends behind you excitedly whispering about the night ahead.

“Next.” The man said, his voice deep and stern as he stared down at you. You put your ID in his hand, heart racing as he examined your birthday and compared the ID photo to your face. He handed it back to you, “You’re good to go.”

“Thanks.” You smiled and hurried to the doors, stepping in and going to the side to wait for all your friends.

They came in one at a time and you all waited for the next. Once you were all together, they immediately pulled you to the bar. As you quickly walked over there, you kept trying to pull the skirt of the dress down a little as it crept up your thighs each time you moved.

Your face was red hot once you reached the bar, your friends putting in orders as you kept shyly trying to hide the fact that your dress was so short. In this room full of people, it was a bit more nerve racking as you looked around at everyone. You know you shouldn’t care about what others think of your outfit, but you could not help how nervous it made you feel.

Your friends were all so confident and wore some of the skimpiest outfits when you went out but you kept it more casual than they did. It was hard putting this dress on because of how much it extenuated and exposed. You practically felt naked.

The bartender was quick with all of the drink orders and soon you were following your friends as they maneuvered around the crowd. The booth you usually sat at was open (thanks to your friend Taylor’s amazing charm and flirting skills) and you immediately slid in, wanting to take a break from all the peering eyes.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Erin pulled at your hand as they all disappeared into the crowd.

You shook your head. “I’m gonna stay here for a little bit, I’ll come find you!” You shouted to her over the music.

Sadness flashed in her warm eyes. “Honey you look amazing, I promise you’ll feel good once you start dancing.”

“It’s okay.” You gave her a tight smile. “I’ll go when I’m ready.”

Erin nodded. “Of course, text me if you need me!” She blew you a kiss and headed into the crowd, leaving you at the booth where you can sip your drink in peace.

You quietly sang along to the songs that played and watched people dance around. Some grinded on each other and some bounced around with their arms in the air and smiles on their faces. This was probably your favorite thing about going out; seeing people let loose and forget about anything going on in their lives.

You rolled your eyes when you realized that you’re doing the exact opposite.

The drink you’d been sipping at was suddenly downed in just a few giant gulps as you moved your way out of the booth. You took out your phone and texted Erin, letting her know you were in the crowd.

Bodies pressed around you and you ignored each little bump into you as you squeezed through the crowd, inching your way to the DJ booth where you knew Taylor and Monica frequented. The crowd parted and you got a glimpse of the bright red hair that Monica had done recently and you pushed towards them.

Her eyes brightened as she noticed you coming over to her, arms opened wide for an embrace. “I was wondering when I was going to see you so we could dance!” She expressed over the music.

“Well we need a good song to dance to first.” You smiled at her as she gave you one quick look over before turning to the DJ and muttering into his ear.

She turned back to you and smirked. “He really likes me so after this song he’ll play one for us.” She pulled you in closer to her. “You look so good, Y/N! Like your boobs and ass are out of this world right now.” You blushed at her comment and laughed with her.

“Just feels odd being dressed like this.” You shrugged.

She patted your shoulder. “It took me a bit to get comfortable in something like this,” she pointed to the small band of fabric around her chest and tiny denim skirt. “But I stopped caring about what others would think and thought about just how hot I look. And you my dear, you look smoking.”

You smiled wide. “Thanks Monica, you always know how to make me feel better.” She blew you a kiss and then squealed as a new song started playing, the one song that always made the two of you dance like no one was watching: Yeah! by Usher.

You laughed as she dragged you to the center of the dance floor, the two of you immediately moving around as the beat of the song flowed into you. With the alcohol in your system, your body just swung around in ways you never imagined. Confident, you felt so confident as you rolled your hips with Monica and sang at the top of your lungs along with the song. People danced with you two, screaming the words back and forth with you.

It was probably some of the most fun you’ve ever had, and as the song ended you decided you needed another drink and broke away from Monica while she flirted with the man who currently danced with her.

You filtered out of the crowd and back to the bar, leaning over to shout your drink order to the bartender and waited patiently as he made your drink.

A man came and stood next to you, ordering a drink for himself and then waiting as well. You glanced at him and quickly looked away when you noticed how handsome he was.

“You’re quite the dancer.” He said, loud enough for you to hear but not to the point where he yelled the words. You noted the accent, British maybe or something else in Europe.

“Thank you.” You say, glancing again at him. He observed you, eyes a bright blue as the lights in the club bounced off his face.

He smiled. “My name is IV, what’s yours?” His eyes glimmered as he waited for your answer, the smile on his face never faltering. He was kind, this man was going to be kind.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you!” You stuck out your hand to shake his, only to be met with him gently holding your fingers as he kissed the top of your hand. Your cheeks turned hot at the gesture and you looked away so he couldn’t see the blush across your face.

He chuckled. “You’re a shy one aren’t you?” You forced yourself to look him in the eye, a gentle glimmer of amusement met your gaze.

“Um, not usually. Just- today is different.” You said, thanking the bartender as he handed both of your drinks to you. You sipped yours and he did the same.

“Why is today different?” He asked after a moment of silence. You took a deep breath and shifted around on the chair, subtly pulling at the fabric that rode up your thigh.

You brought your gaze back to him. “I’m a little out of my comfort zone tonight.”

He raised a brow. “Is this your first time at a club?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ve been here many times, but…” Heat rose again through your body as the embarrassment made itself apparent. “This is not what I’d usually wear and as the night goes on, I try to tell myself I look good and not to worry, but I just can't let go of the feeling that everyone is judging.” He’d sat there and listened, nodding as you expressed yourself. Not once did his eyes rove over your body, the exposed pieces of you that you had always felt like needed to be kept a secret. “I’m sorry that was… a lot.”

“No, no. Don’t apologize.” He said and leaned forward. “It’s probably the last thing you want to hear, especially from a man, but you look ravishing.” A blush heated your cheeks as he smiled gently at you. “I’ll admit I couldn’t take my eye off you as you danced, but that’s only because of the smile on your face and the fact you were practically glowing out there.” Your heart pounded wildly at his words and you stared into his eyes, searching for the gleam that told you he was speaking truthfully.

And there it was.

Your body relaxed once you found it and you leaned back into the chair. “Thank you, IV. That’s very kind of you.” He nodded his response and took another sip of his drink. “So tell me, where are you from?” You leaned against the counter of the bar, closer to IV now that you felt comfortable near him. He smirked and set the glass back down, the words spilling out of him as he spoke about where he was from. Answering your questions as they came and even questioning you about your background. The conversation flowed effortlessly like the two of you have known each other for years. You laughed and laughed, a weight lifting off your shoulders as it came so naturally.

After a joke that you had rattled off and sent the two of you into another fit of laughter, he quieted down and glanced over at the dance floor. “Would you care for a dance?” He extended his hand out to you, waiting for your response.

“I’d be a fool not to dance with you.” You said and took his hand, leading the two of you away from the bar and onto the dance floor. You weren’t familiar with the song that played but you found the beat and moved with it. You dared a glance at IV noticing how he watched you, amazement flashing in his eyes as he danced with you.

He leaned forward, lips near your ear and his breath whispering across your skin. “Is it okay if I hold you here?” He asked over the music, tapping a finger on your hips. He pulled back to see your face as you nodded, a simpler response since you could not muster the words as your heart raged on. His hands were gentle as they rested on your hips, not faltering the movements you kept up as the song transitioned to something with a more intense beat.

You threw your arms in the air as you danced and danced, losing yourself to the rhythm of the music. You smiled as you glanced around to everyone around you as they danced. At this time of night the floor cleared out as people got tired and started heading home, leaving more space on the dance floor for everyone else to really let loose. And that’s what you watched; people living out a night like it was their last.

IV’s beautiful eyes came into view once again as you turned back to face him. His cheeks red as you smiled at him, either from dancing or the alcohol, you couldn’t tell. But you took a step closer to him, his hands still resting on your hips as if you were a valuable piece of fine porcelain that he was afraid to break.

You held his stare as you took small steps towards him, lifting your head ever so slightly the closer you got. Your heartbeat grew stronger as your chest pressed against his and felt his uneven breaths brushing along your face; he was nervous.

You stared into the ocean that was his eyes and glanced at the pink of his lips. “Can I kiss you?” You spoke so softly, as if all the music had been turned off and you didn’t need to raise your voice anymore. But he heard you and nodded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gently lifted yourself up onto your toes, thankfully not as much as you usually would because of the shoes you wore, and IV angled himself down meeting your mouth with his.

Clichés were not anything you had dreamed of or even searched for, but the moment your lips met his, you understood every word that would describe a cliché: It felt as if you were floating, the world around you drowned out as every piece of you focused on this.

IV pushed more into the kiss which allowed you to plant your feet back flat on the ground and for the kiss to deepen. It was passionate but gentle, he kissed you in a way that made your stomach flutter. You kissed and kissed, until a light flick of his tongue against your bottom lip had you parting your lips for him to enter. Your grip around his neck tightened, somehow managing to pull him even closer to you.

The taste of whiskey and a hint of nicotine laced his tongue, driving you mad as you drank in the taste of him. You realized another part of you wanted more. Desperate aches sang through your body as you held on tightly to IV, a thought wondering through you if he’d be on the same page as you are.

He pulled back and his pupils were blown with lust. You blinked a few times as you tried to compose yourself. A glance around at your surroundings and you noticed the stares, some nodding in approvement and others staring like they wanted more to happen on this floor.

IV noticed this too and made quick work of pulling you to him and hiding you from their eyes. “I’d like to know you better,” he whispered in your ear. “But not here. I’d rather it be more private.” Your toes curled in your boots as you realized what he meant, exactly what you were wanting too.

“Where to?” You asked, staring up at him and a shiver went through your body as you noted the way he looked at you. Tonight was about being outside of your comfort zone and trying something new. This, this was something you’d always refused. But you also never had someone make you feel as comfortable as IV did, you knew you could trust him.

He brushed the hair from your face. “My flat is right up the street, if that’s okay with you?” His thumb rested against your cheek as he stared down at you.

You nodded. “That’s good with me. Let me text my friends first and then we can go.” He let you fish your phone from your pocket and waited as you sent a quick message to the group chat, no responses right away since those three always ended up being occupied at this time of night. “Let's go.” You put your phone back into your pocket and took his hand as he led you out of the club.

The air was still warm as it brushed over your skin when you left the building. IV draped his arm over your shoulder with your fingers laced between his as you walked to his apartment. A short walk from the club to his place, how nice that must be each weekend.

You followed him up some steps and into a building, his arm rested lazily around your waist as you stood waiting for the elevator. It dinged and you stepped inside while he hit the button for his floor. The doors closed and you were utterly alone with him, this handsome and kind man who made your body feel like liquid without even laying a finger on the places you wanted him to. You wondered if you were dreaming.

As if he could read your mind, he stalked up to where you stood. He pressed his hands on either side of your head as your back laid against the wall of the elevator. Your hands flew up to his head and you crashed your lips against his, desperate for the softness and taste of him.

He groaned into your lips. “I will stop this goddamn elevator if you keep kissing me like that, Y/N.” His voice was gravely, eyes wild as he stared you down.

“You better keep that same energy when we get to your apartment.” You smirked at him as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to the floor.

“Believe me,” he said as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. “I will.” A squeal came from your lips as he sauntered out of the elevator with you over his shoulder. God, he was strong. You blushed deeply at the thought of him so easily throwing you over his shoulder, what else was he capable of?

He stopped, grabbed his keys from his pocket and had the door open in two swift movements. You did him the courtesy of closing the door for him and was just barely able to reach and lock it. He thanked you with a small slap on the back of your thigh.

From your spot over his shoulder you couldn’t see much of the apartment besides the light colored floors and some bits of the furniture he had. IV walked quickly to what you presumed to be his bedroom, steps never faltering as he carried you.

You entered another room and before you knew it, IV lightly tossed you onto a bed. You laughed in response when you collided with the mattress. He smiled down at you, not with the kind eyes from before but with ones that were fueled with desire.

“This is a view I could get used to.” He said. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched as he walked over to the dresser, opening the top drawer and fishing something out. “Would you be okay with me using these on you?” He turned around and handcuffs dangled in his hands. Your body went hot and your breathing ragged as you stared at the metal devices.

“I-I’ve never used those before.” You swallowed at the thickness in your throat.

He nodded. “That’s okay, we won’t use them.”

“No,” you say. “I want to try it out.” He turned back around with a smirk on his face, the kind of smirk that told you he was going to ruin you and enjoy it.

IV kneeled on the bed next to you and tapped your arm. “I’m only going to restrain your arms since this is your first time.” He firmly held your forearm as he clasped the handcuff around your wrist, then lifted your arm over your head to secure it to the bedpost.

“Tug at them a bit.” He instructed once he finished securing the other side. You pulled and was immediately met with resistance. “Good.” He stepped off the bed and walked back to the drawer. “Do you use any toys on yourself?”

You laid there smirking at the back of his head. “Who doesn’t?” He turned and you beheld the vibrator in his hands. You had the same one (and probably so did millions of other women) just in a different color, so you knew exactly how that thing worked on you.

He waltzed back over to you with his eyes fixated on your body sprawled on the bed. The mattress sunk under his weight as he climbed onto the bed, sitting himself where your feet lay. “I’m going to take your clothes off now, let me know if I’m going too fast.”

“Okay.” You breathed as he ran his hands along your bare legs, up to where the button and zipper of your skirt were. You felt his fingers undoing each part and lifted your hips slightly as he began to remove the skirt from your hips. You breathed in deeply as he observed the panties you wore and traced the fabric with his fingers.

IV moved to linger over you, a smile crossed his lips as he met your eyes and his fingers now worked on undoing the buttons on your top. You giggled as you watched his eyes widen at the sight of your breasts as they settled into their respective places when the top was undone, going braless was Taylor’s idea.

He ran his fingers along your skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch. His callused skin brushed against your nipples and your back arched at the sensation. A grin was plastered on his face as he watched your reaction. He bent down and kissed you right over your heart before he moved back by your feet.

“Are you staying clothed the entire time?” You asked, pointing to him.

“I’ll take my shirt off for now.” He said and worked on removing his top. You took in every inch of his torso, eyeing the necklace that he must’ve kept tucked under the fabric as it now dangled over your panties. “Better?” He asked and kissed just above your panty line.

You sighed at the contact. “Much better.” He really was handsome, every part of him was perfect. Well, at least all that you have seen so far.

He smiled up at you and laced his fingers beneath the fabric and pulled it down your legs, the air hitting your slick core now that it was exposed. IV’s eyes seemed to darken at the sight of you naked in front of him. He devoured every part of you with his gaze.

The buzz of the vibrator coming to life disrupted your focus on his face, now watching as he brought the toy closer and closer to your core. “If it’s too much, just tell me. But I do want to see how much you can take, if it’s alright with you.” You squirmed as his hand brushed against your thigh as the toy neared your body.

“I understand.” You say, making eye contact with him. “I’ll do what you want.” He smirked at your words and then pressed the head of the vibrator to your clit, the sensation running through your body as he pressed more and more. Your body shook and you pulled at the restraints, gripping your hands so tight together that your nails left marks in your palms.

“Good.” He purred. “That’s a good girl.” You squirmed under the vibrations that rolled through your body.

Your moans became louder as the knot built in your stomach. The more apparent it came, the more you ached to feel IV and have your hands roaming around his body. He ran his hands soothingly along your thighs as your muscles tensed up as your orgasm racked your body, shaking as the wave of pleasure soared through you.

“Oh fuck.” You cried when he did not remove the vibrator from your clit as your orgasm hit, only pressed it down more as your body shook. He placed a kiss on your thigh as you wriggled around, the handcuffs clanked on the bed posts as you pulled at them. “IV, please… oh my god.”

“Hmm?” He hummed against your skin.

“So… fuck!” You couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling that settled deep into your bones. “I need you.”

He circled your entrance with his finger. “What exactly do you need from me?”

“Everything.” You whimpered. His finger slipped in with ease and your hips bucked up at the new sensation.

Just as a second orgasm was going to hit, IV removed the vibrator from your clit and a desperate whine escaped your lips. He only chuckled in response as he fingered you and eyed your body as it relaxed.

“Oh please, you think I was going to let that toy do all the work?” A cocky tone laced his words and he pressed his lips against your clit, his tongue then making contact and swirling around the bud. You strained harder against the cuffs as the urge to grab his hair and push him as far down as he can go filled your mind.

Another finger slid into you as he pumped in time with the movement of his tongue. You were practically melting under his touch, funny how a stranger at the club bar ended up being so good with his tongue.

Your orgasm hit you harder than the first. You cried out his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear as your body convulsed.

He had moved away from you as you finished, gently stroking your shin as he watched. You stared up at him breathless as he smiled. “How was that?”

“Good.” You breathed.

“Just ‘good’?” He asked, angling his head to the side.

You smirked. “Would’ve been great if I got to touch you.” He chuckled and turned to the cuffs that held your feet, undoing them slowly just to piss you off.

He leaned over you as he went to undo the cuffs on your wrists. Once you got free reign of your limbs again, you grabbed hold of him and had him flipped onto his back as you straddled his lap. A look of surprise was plastered onto his face as he stared up at you. “Didn’t expect that now, did you?”

“Didn’t realize the shy girl at the bar had a dominant bone in her body.” He said. You felt his shaft harden beneath you and saw the blush on his chest and cheeks.

“But you like it, don’t you?” You toyed with the necklace he wore.

He stared you down and his hands roamed to your ass, gripping you hard and pushing your hips down as he grinded up into you. “We’ll see how this turns out if you want to play the dominant role.” You moaned at the feeling of his jeans against your sensitive clit.

It was hard not to back down and lay against the mattress once more for him, but you were already here and had been aching to make him whimper your name all night.

So you edged off his hips a bit as you undid his belt, throwing it to the side where your clothes were and worked on his pants. You slid his jeans down his legs and straddled him again, leaning your chest against his. “You never gave me the chance to taste myself.” You whispered against his lips before closing the space between you.

Your tongue was in his mouth as soon as his lips parted, taking in the taste of you still fresh on his tongue. His moan rumbled into your throat as you ran a hand along his hard shaft beneath his briefs. You palmed him for a while as you fought his tongue in his mouth. His breath was ragged and his hips bucked up at your touch, but you never gave him what he wanted. You wanted him to beg.

You pulled away from his mouth for a moment to take in how he looked. His eyes held the plea for more in them as his breathy moans echoed through the room. “Y/N… please..” He whispered.

“Please what?” You teased him more and slowly moved your palm against his shaft.

“Please just fuck me already.”

You smirked. “Hmm, I guess I can do that.” He watched with desperation as you pulled his briefs down, his aching cock springing from the fabric and letting you get the full view of it.

You positioned yourself back over his hips, your fingers taking hold of his cock as you lined it up with your entrance. He watched your every move as the restraint flashed in his eyes. You kept eye contact as you slid down and his cock filled you, both of your moans echoed through the room at the connection.

You took a moment to adjust to it. Once you were good with it, you placed both hands on his thighs and began moving. Your hips slowly rocked back and forth, finding a rhythm that would send him over the edge. You let him rest his hands on your hips but didn’t let him move them, hitting his hands gently each time he tried.

The moment he threw his head back and moaned was the moment you kept your rhythm exactly where it was. Not too fast, not too slow. But enough to where he was quickly losing control. His one hand flew between your legs and he circled your clit with his thumb, an unexpected but a very welcomed surprise.

You looked down at him and he looked at you with a devious expression and before you knew it, he had you flipped onto the mattress. Never losing the connection between the two of you and keeping your legs wrapped around his hips. He pounded into you hard and fast. Your nails dug into the skin of his back as he fucked you, the sound of skin slapping skin now echoed over your moans.

He grunted as his grip on your hips tightened and the thrusts became sloppy. He was close. You glanced to the side and saw the vibrator from earlier, reached for it and immediately placed it onto your clit and turned it on. From where you had it positioned, it was going to touch IV as well and from past experiences… This was always a popular demand.

“Mother fucker.” He gritted out as your own orgasm was beginning to crest. You grinned up at him as you let go, screaming his name as he fucked you through it.

And as yours settled, his came crashing through him. He pulled out quickly and released his cum all over your stomach, panting wildly as he did so. You unwrapped your legs from his hips and he sat back on his feet, staring at you as you both settled down from your release.

“I’ll get you a towel.” He said, rolling off the bed and striding to his bathroom. You laid there taking deep breaths as you glanced at the time. It was late, and getting a ride home was going to suck especially when you’re going back alone.

He came back from the bathroom with a damp towel. He wiped carefully at your stomach, then took the other end of the towel and cleaned you up gently below.

You excused yourself to the bathroom to take care of that business, and when you came back he had pulled a new pair of briefs on and handed you a t-shirt. “Didn’t know if you’d want this to sleep in or not.”

“Oh… I was gonna just get an Uber home.” You say.

He shook his head. “It’s 3am, I’m not going to let you go home in an Uber by yourself.” He smiled. “I actually want you to spend the night with me.” A warm feeling drifted into your heart at the genuine gleam in his eyes.

“Okay.” You say and pull the shirt over your head. It smelled of him, light but still there. “I’m exhausted.”

He pulled you to him and kissed your head. “Me too. Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” You nodded and climbed into the bed, watching as he turned off the lights and then climbed in next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you in close to his chest, your hand rested on the softness of it.

Just as you were about to doze off, he said, “You really thought you’d be able to dominate me that whole time?” A chuckle vibrated his chest and you smacked him.

“Usually the men I fuck let me, unlike you.”

He kissed your head. “Sorry, didn’t expect the beautiful woman at the club to fuck me like that.”

“Was it up to your standards?” You asked, tracing lines across his chest in the dark.

“Surpassed them, actually.” He said.

You smirked and closed your eyes again. “Well, you’ll just have to let me show you just how good I can fuck you.”

He chuckled again. “In the morning, Y/N.”

(part two if you all want it?)

Taglist: @artificialstardust

[the-artist-grimm]

stopping by to say a few things. one, i love your crimson angel au. it's a fun and different take on how things work with canon and how things can be changed accordingly. two, love your art style. i can't explain it, but i just really like the way everyone's drawn. three. AWWWW short lamb! no worries anthea, i'm short myself, so you have good company! four. has anyone challenged anthea, nona or narinder to a cook off? five. fave type of music for everyone? like ballads, etc/ have a good day!

First off, thank you so much!!!!!!! I'm glad you're enjoying my stuff :D And hehehe-the idea of someone super short taking on and winning against 5 massive gods is just very funny for me, I like tiny but mighty protagonists

Now hm a cook off-I think no one would dare trying to face off against Nona-cooking is her domain. Probably only Heket eventually would try, and even then lose to the old lady's might.

Music (Just doing the cats and the lamb for simplicity's sake XD. Also adding links so people can you know...check out all the reallyyyyy good songs hehehe):

The Lamb, Anthea: Indie-Folk (Anything Crane Wives (Never Love an Anchor, Allies or Enemies) Alternate/Indie Pop (Live Cinema, Espresso, Cabo, Snow) Vocaloid-y? Like the kind of depressing/sad-ish tracks you come across in vocaloid type songs (Kokoronashi, Rest in Peace, Soundless Voice) Narinder: Progressive Metal and Rock. I personally think he'd love Sleep Token with how heavy their lyrics are, Euclid, Atlantic, and Alkaline would likely be some of his favs. The band Starset too with Perfect Machine, Alchemy, and Die for You. Aym and Baal: Nightcore and especially Vocaloid. They're 11 year olds that's like starting middle school age, there's a reason they were Rin and Len for Halloween XD . When I was in middle school I'd just discovered Youtube and was recording those songs onto my 3Ds via the camera to listen on car- trips since I didn't have an MP3 LOL. For specifics: -Aym: Leans to more edgy/loud tracks but sometimes the sillier ones too. Tokyo Teddy Bear, Matryoshka, Death Should Not Have Taken Thee, Ghost Rule -Baal: Leans to more happy and energetic tracks. Popipo, The Snow White Princess , Tell Your World, Drop Pop Candy

...I definitely didn't just give them all my music tastes what are you talking about (trips and falls over playlists)

Anyhoo...have a good day to you as well! (and my apologies for the delay KEKW)

[neoarchipelago]

Hello, I don't know if you're taking requests but I loved your bunny and werewolf price fic. Could you maybe do werewolf könig and bunny reader? 👉🏾👈🏾 I'd love you forever. Thank you!

A/N: I'm just... Going to... Scouch over here.. shh...We've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty... JK, loved writing this. As always this was supposed to be a simple one shot but my mind keeps trying to write full fucking series so this is long... My bad. Did not proof read, too excited to share it with you

Warnings: ADULT CONTENT 18+ KONIGXF!READER , SEX WITH WEREWOLF, BLOOD, GORE.

Kinda Sub!Konig, cuz the thought of a whiny whimpering mess of this man is just... Damn...

Sleep token - Alkaline

I know I am what I am, the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb.

Konig integration to squad 141 had been quite stressful. As a lone wolf, entering a team, entirely constituted by a pack of wolves, he had been anxious. Fortunately, Price and the others had been kind, and after the first few days of weariness, especially from Ghost who clawed to his mate Soap like a demon hungry for a soul, he had settled in. When he realized Konig had no interest in him, he had calmed down, though Konig tried to remain a good few steps away from Soap through discussions. 

So after six months, Konig could say he was part of the team. He felt quite at home. Price as the leader of the group seemed to put him at ease, his usual lone wolf demeanor kept in check. He had been thrilled to see that Price had found a mate, after coming back from a long solo mission. Konig had remained respectfully away as well, making sure that the remaining mating frenzy of Price wouldn't overspill. 

No, what he hadn't expected, was that with her being part of the pack, she'd introduce you. A dear friend who just transferred from another base. They sat in the common room, everyone laughing and eating snacks. 

Konig sat beside you, the big man towering you. You threw a few glances at him once in a while, glances that he could feel on him. He tried to glance at you once in a while too. He was having a hard time focusing on the current conversation. You… smelt so sweet. He wondered how you'd taste- Konig's eyes widened. No! What was that? 

"Konig?" Price called. 

Konig snapped his head towards the captain, blinking. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, a glint of something in his eyes. 

"Ah, ja! I'm alright" he quickly answered, German accent tainting his voice. He rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward laugh past his lips. 

That had been the first distraction. After a good week of settling in, where he had watched from far away, sniffing a few times your scent that made him want to pop out his tail and frantically wag it. So he had tried to simply step back. He was acting like a pup in rut, and it simply wouldn't do. 

He walked into the empty common area as he closed his eyes and sighed. It took a fraction of a second to have your delicious scent ensnare him. He immediately looked at you as you sat on one of the couches, book in hand. You had glanced up and he nodded curtly at you before going to grab a cold drink from the fridge. 

"Konig?" 

He froze, eyes staring inside of the open fridge. You had called him. By his name. His ears almost popped out at the sound of you standing from the couch and stepping closer to him. He immediately straightened himself once he could feel you close enough. You looked up at him, arms crossed. 

"Konig…" you repeated. 

"Yes liebling?" He blushed under his hood at the pet name that had rushed through his mouth quicker than through his brain. 

"I.. why…" you tried to find your words. He closed the fridge, fully turning to you. "Did I do something wrong?" 

He blinked. 

"Bitte?" You frowned, confused at the foreign language. 

"Hum.." 

He noticed. Chuckling a bit. 

"I.. you didn't do anything…" he answered finally. 

"But. You've been avoiding me… is it… that you don't like me?" You tried again. 

His beautiful blue eyes widened. How could he possibly tell you that he was avoiding you because your scent made him want to cuddle with you as you pet him. 

"N..no… I'm sorry. I've been… distracted. You're okay.." he reassured. 

You seemed to relax, throwing a soft smile at him before turning back towards the couch. He watched closely how you rolled into yourself, your legs underneath you and you picked up your book. He had a hard time thinking. The lingering scent of you, the sight of you adorably sitting on the couch. He had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality. He picked up a cold drink before taking a long sip. 

So, after that. He went back to talking to you. He'd love to walk beside you, watching your small frame by his side as your voice blessed his ears. Oh god he loved it. It quickly became obvious that you two were close. Sometimes you'd even slip into his dorm to watch a movie with him or simply read on his bed as he worked on a report. It felt odd to watch him, sweatpants and t-shirt. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants before quickly looking away, embarrassed. 

After a good two months you were almost inseparable. If someone needed one of you they knew they'd simply had to find the other. Konig had grown fond of you. You had both gotten more touchy. You'd hug him often and cuddle while watching movies. You had fallen asleep in his arms a few times in his bed, Price scolding the both of you, calling you both an HR nightmare. It didn't stop you from sneaking into his room. Konig had first been hesitant, refusing to put you in trouble but nothing a little nuzzling couldn't convince. 

The first time you had popped out your black dotted ears and fluffy white tail Konig had almost looked at you through a trance. 

"K-konig?" You worried. His pupils had dilated as he watched closely your ears twitch. His eyes quickly wrinkled, a huge smile forming underneath the hood as he begged to touch them and pet them. You had complied and he had absolutely been addicted to the softness and smallness. It made you giggle. You often found yourself letting them show as much as you could in the privacy of his dorm. 

Him, however, it had been a slip of control. You were both on the bed, a movie on the background as you wrestled for the last chocolate bar. He could easily take it, but he found the way your small hands touched him and his large ones roamed your body was too tempting. He has ended in between your legs, hovering you as he tickled you, your laughter filling his ears. You had started kicking away, trying to turn and roll away, but in a synchronized movement your hips and his met, his obvious large member grinding against your clit perfecty. 

A startled moan had escaped your lips. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth as you looked up at the mountain of a man with wide eyes. You were both frozen, eyes staring into each other's, just your quickened breaths. You had blinked before realizing two things poking at his hood. You had relaxed, curiosity taking control as one of your hands rested flat on your chest and the other reached up. 

It had the effect of a cold shower for Konig as he instinctively grabbed your wrist before your fingers could think of the touch. You had yelped from the strength of his grip. His eyes flashed dangerously, red shine in them, something rare even for a werewolf. He eyed you like a prey before rolling his hips against you again, making you whine before biting your lip. 

"Konig…" you called. 

It seemed to make things worse as he rolled his hips again, grinding slightly now, is cock only hardening. Your legs tightened around his waist as you tried not to moan. No.. he had to snap out of it. You felt the fur of his tail at your feet. 

"K..Konig, snap out of it!" You called, louder. 

His tail wagged at the sound of your voice. You weren't exactly scared. God you even felt the way your body warmed under his touch, your cunt growing wetter under his grip and the grinding. 

"Konig!" Your voice rang louder. 

This time, a growl that resembled a roar echoed in the hallway, making Konig blink. His eyes had immediately fallen back into their beautiful blue as he looked shocked by his own actions. He let go of you as if your skin was burning magma. Abruptly stood to take various steps back. 

"es tut mir wirklich leid…" he quickly spoke before exiting his room in a hurry. The smell of Price in the hallway was strong as you closed your eyes. 

Konig was furious at himself for letting himself lose control so much. He had scared you, he was sure. Price scolded him, growling in his voice that showed dominance, trying to reason with Konig. He had decided to avoid you for a while until a mission fell on the table. Fortunately you both knew that you could remain professional. Talking to each other for nothing more than missions briefings and gear Control. 

It was hell for him. And unbestowed to him, it was also hell for you. You wanted to reassure him that it was ok. He hadn't hurt you or scared you. That deep down you kinda wanted it too. It was simply… too soon. Perhaps the fact that you both avoided gazes and voices was what created the upcoming chaos. 

The battlefield was a dangerous place, but you were both used to it. No. What was not usual was how much Konig had his mind set on you. He kept gazing at you, making sure you were ok. It wasn't exactly compromising the mission. It was simply making his beast claw at the iron bars of its cage. 

"Konig, focus!" Ghost hissed at him. 

Konig frowned before turning his head forwards. Yes. He had to focus. Until you found yourselves in an empty building, just him and you. Until that enemy jumped on you, combat knife in hand, so close to your throat. It was pure instinct, sheer force that rushed through him. He had turned in a flash, throwing the man across the room. When the man's team arrived he lunged at them, claws and teeth ripping through skin and flesh. When every single one of them laid as corpses on the floor you gently spoke. 

"Konig… it's over." You called out. 

He had turned to you, remaining far away. He looked terrifying. Blood coating his maw and claws. Splatter tainting his fur. Your strong, frightening beast. You had raised your hands towards him to invite him closer to you as you still sat on the ground. He had closed the space to you, wrapping you in his arms as he lifted you into his lap. His deep low growl was constant, fear and rage making his heart pound in his ears. His beautiful blue eyes were gone, red irises fixated on you. 

His head had lowered to your neck where little droplets of blood lingered from the enemy's blade. Long licks against the wound made you shiver. 

"Konig.. I'm ok.. it's nothing, I promi- ah~" the end of your sentence was lost in a moan as he nibbled softly. A shock of electricity ran through your nervous system. He was so close. So close to marking you. 

"K..Konig…" 

He was lost again. But this was the fear of losing you. His mind wasn't set on marking you, you knew it. But that's all you had in mind. And you needed to hide it from him.

Thankfully the team arrived quickly after, founding the big beast holding you close in the middle of a massacre. Price had to coax him out into letting you go as you promised him you'd stay by his side for the rest of the time. You had the Intel in any way, all you needed was to evac. He had turned back but his eyes were still red, fangs still poking out. You had never left his side as Price and the team constantly kept an eye on him. 

Returning from the mission, Konig had been presented in front of Price and Laswell. He had been suspended for a few weeks, which he completely understood. He had remained with price after Laswell left. 

"I know you're close to her. But is there something more?" Price asked. 

Konig didn't answer, simply staring at the pen on Price's desk. 

"Konig." He called firmly. "Are you imprinting on her?" . 

Konig swallowed. Was he? No… he couldn't. You deserved better. So much better than just a monstrous beast like him. 

"It doesn't matter… I'm going to step back." Konig mumbled. 

Price sighed loudly. 

"If you imprinted on her, walking away isn't going to help at all." Price reminded. 

"I know. But as long as she's not imprinted on me, I'll be fine staying away." 

Price shook his head but the conversation ended. Konig had gotten up and left the base an hour later. 

You were furious when you saw him from across the bar. It had been two weeks. No text, no calls, no nothing. You finally fell eye to eye in the middle of a team's night out. You had watched him stand from the booth when the boys walked towards it. You had stopped in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. You headed for the bar instead, sitting on a stool. 

Price had noticed the hurt in Konig's eyes immediately. He wanted to smack the large man for being so stubborn. He was scared to hurt you, yes. Price had been scared to hurt his mate too. But sometimes it is so much worse to stay away. 

The night went on as smoothly as it could. Konig kept throwing glances at you at the bar where you sat with Price's mate, your friend. 

"Konig, just go see her mate," Gaz said. 

Konig looked at the men sitting before shaking his head. 

"You're so stubborn." Ghost added. 

"You should listen to them…" Price's mate said as she approached the booth, closer to her man. "Before another tries to mark her…" she finished. 

Konig's head snapped towards where you sat. A boy was talking to you, smaller than him. He was about to stand when Ghost and Price pushed him back down. 

"Calm yourself down." Price's eyes flashed yellow. 

Konig realized his eyes were back to their hunting shade, fangs grazing at his lip. He was losing control again. 

"She's not yours." Ghost added. 

Price glared at Ghost as Konig instantly pushed past the both of them to walk towards you. 

You noticed the chaos arriving from the corner of your eyes. Konig striding towards you as Price and Ghost tried to catch up with him. You could see the red shiny eyes under the hood. Shit…

You took a step back from the man who was trying to find his friend in the same bar. Konig stood next to you in a flash, his hand, a hint of claws, gripping at the back of your shirt. 

"Konig." You warned. 

His bright eyes fell on you. You felt yourself crumble under the predatory gaze. God did you feel warmer all of a second. 

"Sorry.. I… was just looking for…" the boy stuttered. You put your hands on Konig's chest. 

"It's fine. Your friend is in the bathroom, went there a few minutes ago." You told him, the man nodding before walking away. 

You turned to Konig, crossing your arms. 

"What are you doing?" You asked with a frown. 

"Why were you talking with him?" He asked, soft growls behind his words. 

Price and Ghost remained far enough to not listen to you two but close enough to intervene. 

"He asked me a question." You glared. "What's it with you who I talk to anyway?" You snapped. 

"Y/N.." he started. 

"You left. Why do you care?" You snapped again. 

Price shook his head, knowing exactly where this was going. 

Underneath his hood, Konig clenched his jaw. God he wanted to show you. Make you understand how much he cared, how much you meant to him. How unbearable it had been to be away from you, how he only came tonight because he knew you'd be here too. 

"You know what. Whatever. I'm going home captain." You said, grabbing your coat before walking away. 

When you walked through the door, Gaz stood behind Konig. 

"Konig, I swear to God if you don't ask her out I fucking will." 

Konig glares at him before something in his mind clicks. Images of you in someone else's arms, kissing another's lips. Letting another's cock- 

He rushed past the boys, hoping to catch up to you. As soon as the air of the night hit him he looked around, seeing you on your phone, probably calling for a cab. He walked to his car, jumping inside, speeding to stop in front of you with a screech. 

"Get in the car." He ordered through the open passenger window. 

You frowned, crossing your arms again. You were going to say something, brat at him, but he purposely growled softly. 

"Don't make me step out of the car to bring you in." He warned, German dripping in his voice. 

You swallowed, something about that growl making you shiver delightfully. Konig was a sweetheart. He'd cuddle and pamper you with anything you need, anytime. But this part of him. The one he let out on the battlefield, it made something kneel deep in you. 

You rolled your eyes, pushing the car door open before sitting in. Konig lunged forward grabbing your seat belt and putting it on, tightly pulling on it to make sure it was secure. It made your heart skip a beat. That, and the way he raced away towards your place. 

"Konig. What are you doing?" You scolded again. 

"I'm taking you back to your house." He stated. 

"Why? What if I wanted to go somewhere else?" You crossed your arms. 

He took a deep breath, hand slightly shaking on the steering wheel. 

"We need to talk." He said, keeping his voice steady. You remained silent, waiting for him to continue. 

"I.. Scheiße…" he cursed. 

"Konig. Pull over…" you asked softly. He obeyed, the car coming to a stop, as he killed the engine. 

"I… care. For you." He tried. You felt your heart swell at his words.

"Why did you leave…" you asked in a low voice, hurt lacing the sound. 

"I… was out of control. I got, suspended. I thought that, maybe, walking away would be better. You. Deserve better…" the last words lost in whispers. 

"I wasn't scared." You stated, Konig's head turning to you in shock. "I know you'd never hurt me. Ever." You turned to him with a smile. 

"Never." He growled. 

You smiled. 

"Do you… will you let me… court you… liebling?" He asked, looking away. 

"That's all I want Konig…" you answered, relief washing over you. 

A second later, two things poked under his hood, making you crack a chuckle. 

"Gottverdammt…" he mumbled. 

You chuckled again, leaning towards him. He kept his eyes on you as your hand rose to his head. Your fingertips touched his ears underneath the fabric as they twitched, Konig whining a bit. You smiled, not pushing further. 

"Let's go…" you said softly. 

The thrilling sensation of finally being able to take you out on dates and cuddle with you non stop made Konig giddy. After that night, he went to Price, asking him for advice on how to keep control with you next to him. Price had been a mix of happiness that you two were finally letting yourself go for it, and worried because he knew trouble would be brewing. Something along the lines of a Soap-Ghost, was about to start again. 

You were on cloud nine, it was amazing to be able to have Konig back next to you, finally letting himself show you how much he cared. At first he had refused too much physical contact. After a little while, he started with the small touches, hugs and cuddles. Something Price told him must have made something click in his brain, he was now much more controlled when you spoke. A simple 'stop', even lighthearted, made him freeze and step back. It almost made you miss the beast. 

You'd also spend a lot more time with the group, now taking your rightful place on Konig's lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Price and Ghost still eyeing Konig once in a while. If there's one thing that they noticed, it was the dark looks sent to Gaz when he sat slightly too close to you, or joked around too much. Something about the comment he made in the bar must have stuck to Konig. 

And it was true. Konig felt a ping of jealousy and possessiveness every single time Gaz looked at you or smiled… 

You were oblivious. You hadn't heard the comment. It was probably not true either. Gaz probably said that to make Konig realize how much he needed you, but the words kept circling in mind every time he was in the same room as you. 

And it had poisoned his mind. He'd cling more to you as time passed. He'd find himself nibbling at your neck without even realizing before you called out to him. He noticed the way your cheeks flushed a delightful pink. He tried to stop his painful erection every time. Too soon. He didn't have enough control on his wolf. Not with you. 

In the middle of that mess, you felt safer letting your tail and ears out. Only accentuating his fixation on you. He had also let his ears and tail out a lot more. You were so happy every time and he'd let you pet his ears, making his tail wag. He wasn't ashamed anymore. He'd be your perfect little puppy if that's what you wanted. 

Until it happened. After a very long and annoying two day field training with new recruits, Konig had walked into the common rooms, grumbling. The sweet scent of you immediately relaxing his tense shoulders. When he looked up he froze. The instincts and reaction was on the spot. His eyes flashing red at the scene before him. The way Gaz hovered over your shoulder, looking at the file on your lap. His mouth was so close to your neck. You could probably feel his breath on your skin. 

The growl erupting from his chest wasn't controlled. And it immediately caught your attention and Gaz's one. The boy took a step back immediately, hand raising in the air as surrender. You stood, skipping to Konig. 

"Konig…" you called softly. 

His gloved hand tangled in your hair, pulling softly as he nuzzled your neck, eyes glaring at Gaz. Gaz simply looked away. You decided to avoid the storm brewing by pulling Konig with you into the hallway straight towards his room. Cuddles would help calm him down. The door almost slammed shut behind the two of you. It made you shiver and bite your lip as you turned towards Konig. His hands met your waist, pulling you up before slowly bringing you down on the bed. 

You giggled, watching him pull off his hood. His beautiful face made you warm up. It had been a couple of weeks now that he felt comfortable enough to take off the mask and reveal himself to you. 

"Why was he so close to you… did he touch you?" He growled against the skin of your collarbone. You stifled a moan. 

"Of course not… Konig… he wouldn't dare… he knows I'm yours.." you reassured. 

"Not… fully…" he mumbled. 

You blinked, heat rushing through your body. 

"K-konig…" you stuttered. 

He rose from the bed, pulling you up to sit as he brought you to the edge. You watched in awe as he kneeled in front of you. 

"Bitte liebling…" he whined, hands on your ankle as his teeth grazed the skin of your thighs. Your stomach twisted at the sight, feverish shiver and wetness pooling in between your legs. The bunny in you wanted nothing more than to offer itself to his beast. 

"Let me.. mark you. Bitte…" he looked up, blue begging eyes. "Ich bitte…" 

You inhaled a sharp breath, hand meeting both sides of his face as your thumbs caressed the skin, soft stumble underneath your fingertips.

"Yes…" you whispered in a breath. 

His eyes lit up, red flashing at you as he rose to his feet to pull you back up on the bed again, taking his place in between your legs. 

"Are you sure schatz? I… I'm not… I…" he looked anxious for a second, the fear of losing control and hurting still lingered underneath the scorching need to have you. 

"Yes Konig… you're all I want… I need you to mark me…" you whined. 

His hand hid your eyes, making you gasp. You felt the way he transitioned, claws and fur now tickling your soft skin. It made the bunny react, tail and ears popping out. He removed his hand, letting you see his enormous frame. God he was large in human form, but the sheer size of him as a wolf was terrifying. 

You dropped a soft kiss on his maw, your ears plastering back. He whined, licking at your cheek, jaw, avoiding your neck to go for your collarbone. 

"Can… I..?" He asked, how voice graveled and claws pulling at your clothes. 

"Of course…" you giggled. 

The fabric tore to shreds, as he whined and his tail wagged frantically. You felt yourself burn. The mating frenzy overrides anything else in your mind. He lapped at your skin, traveling to your legs, thighs. He softly bit the plush flesh, not drawing blood but earning a gasp from you. He used his large maw and head to spread your legs, giving him access to your aching core. 

"K..Konig…" you begged. 

He licked softly at your cunt, not applying enough pressure to dip in your folds. 

"Konig!" You scolded, impatient. 

He obeyed, tongue pushing past your lips to lick at your wetness and lapping at your clit. 

The moan of relief and pleasure that escaped your lips made Konig's erection react, cock twitching.

His tongue didn't hesitate pushing at your entrance, making sure to stretch you slightly as you squirm underneath his large hands. He could break you. And the thought made you open your legs wider for him. You were already so close to your orgasm. He could smell it in your scent, feel it in the tremble of your body. His tail wagged happily, the thought of you cumming from his tongue making him feel proud and thrilled. Your hand dived down to his head, grabbing at the fur in between his ears as his ears fell back. He whined, tail now slamming on the bed as he wagged. 

Your breath quickened as you felt yourself so close to the edge. One last long lick made you throw your head back, a loud moan erupting from your throat. 

Konig let out something in between a growl and a whine against your squeezing count that made you jolt through your pleasure. He didn't stop, lapping greedily. You giggled in between moans and gasps. 

He finally stopped, straightening himself to hover over you. He still happily wagged his tail, his ears back as he licked his maw. You blushed and smiled as your hands met the sides of his neck. 

"Good boy…" you let out. 

He whined again, this time grinding his hips forwards as his hardened cock rubbed against your clit. You moaned. He was big. God… so large. He looked down at you, awaiting your orders, trying to hold himself from ravishing you. You rolled your hips against him, the friction making him pant. 

"Bitte schatz… bitte bitte bitte…" he whined. 

You bit your lip, nodding. 

"How… Do you want me?" You asked, unsure of which position would be best. 

"On your tummy…" he growled against your cheek, nuzzling you. 

You giggled again, rolling over. He licked at your back, small bites at your tail and ears before his hand snaked underneath your hips to pull you up to your knees. 

He looked down, his tip at your entrance, making sure to coat himself. He pulled away, opening his maw to let his drool fall on top of his member and your ass, watching it drip down to your entrance as your skin filled with goosebumps. When he finally put himself at your entrance, tip just slowly probing at the entrance he froze, waiting for you. 

"You choose… take your time…" he said, one hand bracing himself, the other on your hip. 

You wiggled your hips, his member in between your folds. When you felt yourself unable to resist any longer, you pushed back slightly, hit tip dipping into you as you gasped closing your eyes. You took your time, small movements forwards and backwards to ease himself into you, each inch only stretching you further. Konig whimpered above you, his hips trying their best to remain still and to not buck into you, his claws ripping at the bedsheets next to your head. You lowered your front, hips up and back arching to take him better. 

He finally bottomed out, you closed eyes, your lungs trying to keep up with your blood flow. When you finally felt yourself adjusted enough, you bucked back into Konig, a whine escaping him. 

"Please… Konig…" you whined as well. 

He struggled to fight himself, hips pulling back slowly before pushing forwards to dive into your drenched pussy again. You could feel how hard he was holding back. 

"Konig… please…" you urged. 

He allowed himself to slam himself slightly harder into you, making you moan loudly. He increased his pace, hips slamming into yours, the bed shaking. His hand underneath your front, right in between your breast, his hand clenching at the sheets right underneath your face. 

"Bite… if .. you need to…" Konig tried through moans and whimpers. His other arms were firmly wrapped underneath your hips so he had better access to you. You could feel yourself clench around him, count filling so full, Tip hitting your cervix in a mix of pain and pleasure. You felt the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach ready to burst. You glanced to the side, eyes catching a divine view. There in the mirror, you could see you, sprawled forwards on the bed in Konig's strong grip as his hips slammed into yours, his ears back and tail curled against his legs as drool fell from his maw, eyes flashing in between red and blue as he looked drunk from the mating fuck. 

It made you burst, eyes closing shut as you crumbled in his arms, orgasm washing over you again. 

"Oh… good… so verdammt gut…"  he moaned in your ear. 

You felt the tears burn your eyes, overstimulation ensnaring your senses. Your ears barely picked up the sound of a worried Price calling for Konig at the door. Barely picked up on the ear piercing growl Konig produced as an answer. A deadly warning that if one of them dare to enter to interrupt his marking and nearly fucking breeding he'd tear them apart. He was too lost to care. Fuck the rest, it was you. Your scent, your pretty moans of his name, the smell of your salty tears and the way your perfect pussy squeezed him. 

You didn't hear Price ask the rest of the team to evacuate the rest of the building. Cursing that this was the second time this year and Laswell was going to yell. No. The feeling of Konig pounding you mercilessly was making you lose all sense of reality. The next orgasm creeped up on you, almost painful blurring your vision and making your ears ring. Everytime you could feel him wag his tail, almost beeping with joy that you were cumming around his cock, just for him. 

You were drooling yourself, the sound of him whimpering and moaning your name telling you he was close. He was going to mark you, the thought made your pussy clench tightly around him. His hips faltered, pounding your mercilessly. 

"Please… bitte bitte… ich bitte… can I cum… pleasepleaseplease…" he whimpered against your neck. 

You cried out a yes in between hiccups as he slammed roughly into you now. If he wasn't holding you firmly by the waist you wouldn't have kept in place. Your orgasm was nearing, creeping again around the corner as Konig panted loudly, cock burying itself so deep in you, you almost felt him in your belly. You chanted his name, both of you ready to release as he lunged forwards, teeth sinking into your neck painfully as you both came. You felt yourself lose focus, the world spinning around you at the force of your pleasure, only doubled by the marking. 

His hips bucked into you a few more times as he licked at the blood on your neck. You didn't register him pulling you with him to lay on your side. On the way he wrapped a blanket around you, more than him. He cuddled you tightly to him, cock still buried deep inside you. He whispered and mumbled nonsense German in your neck that only made you smile. You felt yourself drift off to sleep as the last thing you heard from Konig roared through your whole body. 

"Mine.." 

 

In the morning you didn't get up. You had tried but your aching muscles and the soreness made you unable to stand. Konig apologized profusely. He had gone back for a few rounds again during the night, having you mewling for him. You were so full of his cum your thighs could feel the stickiness and wetness in between them. You felt like he had gone through the mating and the feeling of breeding you all together. 

He had been absolutely adorable for the entire day, bringing you snacks and drinks, cuddling with you. Price had made sure that everyone avoided the common rooms and dorms, letting the freezing come to a stop while he dealt with angry HR's breathing down his neck. 

But you couldn't care less. As you laid down in konig's arms, his piercing blue eyes looking down at you full of love you couldn't care less about the rest of the world. 

"Konig…" you whispered. 

He hummed happily, eyes squinting. 

"I love you…" you let out in a breath. His eyes widened in shock before he hugged you tighter. 

"Oh liebling… I love you…" 

[fritz-federleicht]

His robe/ Vessel x reader

Summary: your hands are cold during the video shoot to Alkaline, Vessel makes sure you're warm

Words: 840

FLUFF

Fortunately, the shoot takes place late in the evening. That means you could sleep in comfortably and prepare. Not like Vessel. He had to be on set two hours ago, giving instructions and getting ready.

When you arrived on set you were greeted by him, he was under pressure and could only talk to you briefly. Still, he had enough time to steal a kiss from you. After that, he quickly moves on, into a large dark room.

You look around. III and IV didn't show up for the shoot, they aren't in the video after all. They probably prefer to sit at home and play video games together.

Only II apparently couldn't miss it. He wanted to make sure that Vessel is doing well, he tells you as he stands next to you and greets you with a friendly hug.

His eyes are constantly checking the situation, keeping everything under control. A silent observer.

First shots are taken. Vessel sits on a chair, only dim light from the fireplace behind him fills the room. He wears his robe and his closed mask. In each shot his hands move, contort.

Next to you, II nods. "He's doing really well." He whispers so as not to disturb the recording. You agree with him, murmuring.

"Okay Vessel. We'll take a short break." Says the director. Immediately II leaves the place next to you and goes to a person. Probably to discuss some small details.

You look at Vessel who is coming towards you.

"It's going pretty well so far, isn't it?" You ask.

Vessel wraps his arms around you. "It's going perfectly love." You touch his chest, he shivers slightly under your fingertips.

"Wait." His hands settle on yours.

You look up at him. "What?"

"Why are your hands so cold? Are you not feeling well?" He asks you worriedly. He ignores the fact that you are standing at night in an old abandoned house that happens to have no radiators.

He loosens one hand and touches your forehead. "You don't have a fever." He says thoughtfully to himself.

"Stop it. I'm fine." You laugh and push his hand off your forehead. It slides to your cheek. "It's just really cold in here." You look around the old room. Plaster is crumbling off the wall, piling up on the floor. Knocked-over cabinets stand in the corners.

"Why aren't you freezing, anyway? You're wearing a lot less than I am." You push your free hand against his chest.

He doesn't move a bit, ignoring your question and continuing to speak. "Are you sure you're okay?" He cups your face. "I need to know that you're okay?" His mask touches your forehead. His hands roam over your shoulders and clasp your hands. You notice he's trying to warm you with his body heat, through his chest and his hands tightly enclosing yours.

"Honey I'm fine." You assure him.

"Really?"

You nod against his mask. "Yes."

"All right. But go to II. Tell him to give you my other robe, I always carry a second one. Won't need it today anyway." He pushes his mask up slightly so that only his mouth is visible. "It's so big you can probably wrap it around your little body twice. Snuggle into it okay?"

You barely catch what he's saying, instead staring at his exposed lips. The lips that show you every time how deep love can go. The lips that have tasted you in so many places, places where no one has ever kissed you so lovingly. Exactly these lips are now forming into a light smile.

"Baby, please respond." He squeezes your hand, bringing you out of your trance and back into the real world.

"I'll go to him in a minute."

"Good. I don't want you to get sick. And if you do, we'll do it together." He says softly and leans in. He releases your hands and caresses your cheeks. His kiss is short, demanding and affectionate at the same time. He pulls back.

You look at him, flushed. "Ves, I'm not sure that's how it works."

"It does." He asserts, pulling down his mask. "Now go to II. Break's about to end." He turns you around.

You smile and walk toward II, focusing on him so as not to lose him in the throng of people.

You reach him and ask him for the robe. He gives it to you, you put it on. Immediately you feel warm.

During the next break, Vessel comes to you. Before he even speaks to you, he grabs your hands. When he feels that they are warm, he exhales with relief. "That's good... even if I would have liked to spend the whole day in bed with you." He says cheekily.

"We can do that anyway." You grin at him.

"I'll gladly accept that offer, my love." He answers, brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it through the mask.

[treason-and-plot]

Anita has always distrusted her chin; it has a bad reputation for making her look fat and slovenly in the mirror and in photos, even when the rest of her has been slim and svelte. And since her last birthday it has found an even more evil way to torment her -by randomly sprouting wiry black hairs!

So in an effort to tame her recalcitrant chin Anita spends approximately three hours a week at Raffaela's Beauty Clinic where she has the fat molecules under her chin destroyed using revolutionary High Intensity Focused Ultrasound Technology, and the hair follicles zapped using Medical-Grade Laser Technology. Today Raffaela also talked her into having an Alkaline Wash Treatment to reduce the downy hairs on her face, and an eyebrow shape and tint. Total damage to Anita's credit card: §575.

When she arrives home at dinner time Joël is stirring something in a pot on the stove, and Alice is in her high chair eating her dinner of mashed pumpkin and potato. Anita kisses Alice on the forehead and goes over to check out what Joël is making, lured by the smells of bacon and fried onion and black pepper and garlic. It's some type of creamy pasta dish.

"That looks and smells sublime, darling," she says to him. "How was your afternoon?"

"Alice and I had a great time," says Joël. "I read her three different books and then we took Brutus for a walk and she fell asleep in the stroller for about half an hour and then we hung out at the park and she helped me feed the ducks. Hey, did you know there are turtles in the duck pond? I took some photos, if you want to see them later-"

"Of course, I'd love to see them," says Anita. "How was the job hunting?"

"I'll have a look tomorrow," says Joël. "I was too busy with Alice today."

"You didn't even browse the job ads?" says Anita, trying to keep the dismay out of her voice.

"I said I'll do it tomorrow," says Joël. "Hey, Alice has finished her food. Do you want to get her cleaned up and put her in the playpen? I'll give her a bath after we've eaten."

"Okay," says Anita. She has always been able to justify what she spends on her beauty treatments, but that was when Joël was earning a good income. She is attacked by sudden guilt over the §575 she spent today. Ugh, guilt is such a useless, crippling emotion. And even worse, she's sure it causes wrinkles!

[dexdpup]

So I often spend a lot of time dabbling into the fine art of crying uncontrollably over Music. For years these have mostly been selective songs, collected from various discographies from artists all over the World.

But Damn it holy fucking shit Sleep Token is not good for my poor tear ducts.

It started about two years ago, when I randomly overheard my then best friend talking to a friend about this song they just discovered, and how it "made them feel unholy things".

This song, was Jaws.

I didn't give much thought to it initially, but decided to check it out anyways. I was doing a lot of rp at the time, and while writing a 4000 word essay on a character stabbing another violently I had put on Jaws as background noise. Aaaand than the Chorus happened:

Show me those pretty white jaws

Show me where the delicate stops

Show me what you've lost

And why you're always taking it slow

Show me what wounds you've got show me love

So I don't know about you, but this didn't make me horny, it broke me. I am of the conviction that Trauma makes you get a perspective on life, that either elevates experiencing emotion, or completely destroys it. When I heard Vessel sing these words I straight up froze in my seat and stopped writing.

I just listened. For... An hour? The same song in a loop. To me this was a song about a person attempting to rebuild another from the trauma they experienced - most likely sexual. A song of a human being falling for the deep rooted scars left in the fragile minds of a stranger.

The person who is traumatized is coping with it in their own ways, the "eyes of a predator" not referring to lust, but the natural desire to protect oneself.

When vessel talks of "prey unattended" he is referring to the victim left behind by their abuser. But this lyrical Persona Vessel represents here is in no way a saviour in the sense of trying to heal their muse, it feels more like someone trying to capitalize on the trauma to further their own cause.

Now I do not claim that my interpretation of the song is right or better than another. But it is how I heard it, that day. That's what my ears picked up and my brain read into it.

And this... Hit. Like a truck. I was sucked into Sundowning and TPWBYT (with TMBTE not released yet) and didn't stop listening for many hours. I cried my eyes out multiple times, Atlantic, Alkaline, Bloodsport, Higher, Levitate, the Love you want. All of this was something i hadn't yet experienced.

Fast forward around half a year and its TMBTE time! The album released and my emotions were shattered by Chokehold and Are you really ok. I sobbed a bit, but I wasn't hit as hard as back when I first listened. And than, Ascencionism happened.

It broke me.

I was crying like I never had before, releasing more emotion than I thought I had in me. Another song that I instantly, deeply connected to my trauma. A hatred for my abuser I still find whenever I hear vessel scream:

You're gonna watch me ascend

A desire to payback, but most importantly the desire to disappear into nothingness. I was numb for the Title track. It was only when Euclid ended that I realised I had found the band that I would connect my mental health to all over again. Just like 2012 when I first discovered MCR and Fallout Boy. I was stumped and honestly... Happy.

Fast forward another year, I am writing this about a week after their show in Nürnberg. My second time there and I can inly say one thing.

I worship Sleep.

[fallouthomestaedau]

food in the wasteland

this post is inspired by @newvegascowboy 's post on food in the wasteland (go check it out if you haven't read it, its wonderful), and it got me thinking, much of the world in fallout has one characteristic, in one way or another, there is always some group grasping onto the past, and i wondered how that could affect food

lots of folks hold recipes and family tradition close, and at the end of the world that's all some folks have, and with that thought i started wondering how culture would affect food and food would affect culture

a couple notes first, if yall will humour me

i wont be covering fallout 76 or prime (for now) as i have next to no knowledge of them

the Nuka world dlc will get its own post because of unique circumstance within the setting

this wont be all encompassing, it is a collection of thoughts and notes (which yall can use as a basis for any ideas)

yall are wonderful and enjoy

comonwealth

go to meats/eggs

radstag (doe,buck,etc)

brahmin (also used for leather, milk, fertiliser)

yao guai

deathclaw

deathclaw eggs

commonwealth fish

horseshoe mirelurk (young and adult)

mirelurk hunter

mirelurk eggs

(supposedly iguana and squirrel)

clam/oyster (farharbour item called oyster bucket, implies shellfish in general area (all other animals drop meat but it is less appealing or too much effort for everyday people)

major crops

mutfruit

razorgrain

tato

gourd

melon

carrot

corn

tarberry

all fresh variants aswell

foraged plants (food/medicine)

hubflower

bloodleaf

brain fungus

wild carrot flower

glowing fungus

wild gourd blossom

wild tarberry

wild razorgrain

wild mutfruit

wild corn

thistle

wild tato blossoms

silt bean

wild melon blossom

ash blossom

mutated fern flower

theoretical cooking components

butter

cheese

seed oils

tallow (brahmin or yao guai)

maple syrup/sap (maple trees are found in the commonwealth)

pre-existing recipes + theorized realworld components

noodles (ramen made by takashi): razorgrain noodles (alkaline water+razorgrain flower) cooked in broth (brahmin likely), may have additions

molerat chunks: cubed molerat fried in seasonings

radscorpion omelet: radscorpion egg mixed with milk, fried and filled with preference

stingwing filet: fileted and fried stingwing

yao guai roast: yao guai meat, cooked in a thin layer of water in a covered pan, cooked with chopped carrots and tatos (maybe some kind of seasoning or something)

radstag stew: cubed radstag, stewed with cubed gourd and chopped tatos, cooked with a splash of vodka (maybe other seasoning+carrots)

squirell stew: chopped squirell, stewed with chopped tato and carrots, seasoned with bloodleaf

mirelurk cake: chopped mirelurk mixed with mirelurk egg and day old razorgrain bread, fried in thin layer of oil

deathclaw wellingham: heat milk, razorgrain flour, and cheese in a pot till melted and thick, dice/grate tato's, after which mix them in then put to side to cool, mix deathclaw eggwhites till stiff, and fold into cooled-down mixture, place in can and bake

vegetable soup: cook vegetables and seasoning of choice till water becomes broth and vegetables are soft

deathclaw omellet: mix together a deathclaw egg and milk, dice carrots and or mutfruit for filling, fry and fill

sweetroll: mix milk, butter, razorgrain flour and an egg of your chosing, and bake into a small roll, cover with a sugar based glaze of choice

mirelur omelet: mix mirelurk egg with milk, fry and fill with prefference (like mirelurk)

pretty much any meat: fried/grilled/poached (use common sense)

moonshine: bobrov secret recipe

possible local foods

marinated roast beef

"lobster" roll

clam chowder

baked silt beans

clambake

yankee potroast

baked fish

boiled mirelurk

maple anything

fried clams

seafood soups

homemade razorgrain bread/rolls

new england boiled dinner

homemade doughnuts?

vodka

mutfruit cider/wine

wines made from most fruits

cornmeal breads

gravies

mashed tatos

boiled tatos

cooked/boiled vegetables

vibes of the food

hardy food, mostly local with a lot of proteins and carbs, stuff that lasts, especially through the winter. diamond city and goodneighbour have more high end food, good cuts of beef, venison and even deathclaw are found in the markets, takashi toils over hardy broths and succulent mirelurk paired with glowing fungus, fresh breads and high end cooking, down south and along the coast, theres lots of fish and mirelurk on the menu, small house gardens, while to the north there are many orchards, and fields, small by prewar status but mind blowing to folks who come from dc way, central boston is home to more merging of the local diets, but much more pre-war food, folks scrounge for food more than grow it. the food is almost reminiscent of the colonial days, lots of dried or canned goods

the island

go to meats

rad-rabbit

erratic/island radstag

yao guai

fog crawler

hermit crab

mirelurk

mirelurk hunter

commonwealth fish

mackrel

haddock

angler

barnacle

dolphish (dolphin creature)

wolf

clam/oyster (farharbour item called oyster bucket, implies shellfish in general area

crops (most likely to br grown on island)

corn

tatos

carrots most crops are likely shiped in, as growing conditions are rough

foraged plants

aster

black bloodleaf

blight

cave fungus

lure weed

raw sap (maple)

wild gourd (blossom)

wild mutfruit

wild carrot

hub flower

wild tato (blossom)

wild corn

silt bean

mutated fern

razorgrain (found growing feral)

theoretical cooking stuff

tallow

dolphish blubber

syrup (made from sap)

pre-existing recipe + theories of contents

chicken noodle soup: chicken thigh cooked with chopped carrots, razorgrain or cornmeal noodles and seasoned with black bloodleaf

ground molerat: cooked ground molerat meat

gulper slurry: gulper innards stewed with carrot and tato, seasoned with black bloodleaf

wares brew: alcohol distilled from sap

the captains feast: yao guai roast cooked with tato and carrots, cooked in vodka and seasoned with black bloodleaf

sludge cocktail: mix condensed fog, blight and water

seasoned rabbit skewers: fried rabbit and skewers seaoned with aster, black bloodleaf, lureweed and blight (fried in oil, oil coated rabbit as its cooked)

resilient sludge cocktail: condensed fog, bloodbug meat and rad-x

mirelurk jerky: dried mirelurk coated with tarberry juice

wolf ribs: rib meat of a wolf, seasoned with lureweed as cooked

possible recipes

chowder

cooked clam/oysters

boiled mirelurk

"lobster" rolls

ployes

clambake

needhams (made with tato)

mirelurk cakes

"indian pudding" made with syrup not molases

homemade "cornbread" (more bread like}

baked fish

fried fish

boiled fog crawler

cooked meats

homemade stews

fried eggs

homemade gravy

roast chicken

homebrewed alcohol

baked (silt) beans

razorgrainmeal (oatmeal stand in)

food vibes very hearty but humble, lots of seafood, meat heavy meals are meant for special occasions, salted foods are common, lots of preserved foods, very dense foods, very filling, typical of a town where you have to worry about fish people and ancient sea gods, it is the food of people who think that an easy week is half a day off after a full 50 hour work week, imported foods like mutfruit jam is saved for the guests kinda food

washington

meats

brahmin

molerat

yao guai

mirelurk

radroach

possibly iguana (iguana bits)

possibly squirell (squirell bits)

crops/plants

apple

pear

carrot

potato

mutfruit

crunchy mutfruit

cooking components

butter

cheese

tallow

pre-existing recipes + components and stuff

mirelurk cakes: mirelurk meat, eggs and potato starch, fried in oil/butter

noodles: potato starch noodles boiled in a simple broth

squirell stew: made with squirell, potato and carrots

cooked meat

possible recipes

boiled mirelurk

apple "jam"

potato bread

food vibes desperate and despair, most soil is unfarmable due to all the bombs, people eat what they catch, brahmin are sickly and produce precious little food, its inventive in a sad way, even with cleaned up rivers the fish are still unfit to eat, and will be for a while, the soil will take lots of tlc and hydroponics can only do so much, its a wasteland

the mojave

go to meats/egg

bighorner (used for milk, wool and hides)

brahmin (used for milk, fertiliser, transport and hides)

deathclaw

deathclaw eggs

gecko (used for hides too)

gecko eggs

perch

minnow

suposedly iguana and squirell (iguana/squirell bits)

molerat

crops (some imported)

crunchy mutfruit

fresh apple

fresh pear

fresh carrot

fresh potato

jalapeno

maize

mutfruit

pinto bean

foraged (and farmed) plants

barrel cactus

bannana yucca

broc flower

buffalo gourd

cave fungus

honey mesquite

nevada agave

pinyon nuts

prickly pear

white horsenettle

xander root

possible cooking components

butter

cheese

tallow

oil

chile oil

pre-existing recipes + components

brahmin wellington: brahmin steak, wrapped in ant egg puff pastry

caravan lunch: cram, instamash and pork and beans

desert salad: xander greens, topped with sliced barrel cactus, thin sliced dried brahmin meat and pinyon nuts

gecko kebab: gecko meat marinated in jalapeno and banana yucca

noodles: cornmeal noodles cooked in a broth

ruby's caserole: cornmeal crust filled with chopped molerat marinated in jalapeno and radscorpion venom

trail mix: fresh apple+pear, pinyon nuts and sugar bombs

wasteland omelet: deathclaw eg mixed with brahmin milk, filled with a mixture of blamco mac n cheese, mutfruit and lakelurk meat

possible recipes

Chateaubriand

onion rings (the strip)

ribs

cornbread

grits

tortilla

chicken fried steak

baked potato

mashed potato

homemade gravy

green chili stew

mutton stew (bighorner)

sagebrush salad

quesadilla

stuffed peppers

chile

sauted corn (corn, chiles. seasonings)

stews -soups

tamales

grilled maize

fried fish (near lake mead)

cactus fries

nopales

jalapeno poppers

sopapillas

homemade bread

homemade rolls

food vibes western-new mexico, the strip has more high end food but most of the mojave has more rural staples, very flavourful, kinda ranch food, keeps you going all day and makes you glad to come home, really homecooked vibes, lots of variations, like never ask for a recipe in a crowded room cause it will start a fight over whose grandma had the better recipe, lots of meat and vegetables, very little fish, not a lot of "pickyness" over food

zion canyon traditional

meat

perch

rainbow trout

yao guai

gecko

mantis

bighorner

molerat

plants

cave fungi

daturana

sacred datura

xander root

prickly pear

spore plant pods

bannana yucca

honey mesquite

pinyon nuts

cooking components

tallow

recipes

stews

fried meats

fried xander greens

fried fish

fried mushroom

roasted pinyon nuts

food vibes not highly intricate but somehow nostalgic, very traditional indigenous, simple in an uncomplicated way not a bad way, some of the best quality ingredients around, clean food and clean water, smoky flavors, food isn't meant to be showy or fancy, its meant to leave you full and happy as you spend time with family, its meant to be honored and not wasted

new California republic

meat

brahmin

deathclaw

deathclaw egg

gecko

gecko egg

fish

various wild game

crops

potato

onion

cabbage

maize

green mutfruit

fava bean

apple

rice

tomato

carrot

foraged

seaweed

recipes

shi rice: cooked rice served with a side of seaweed or fish

brahmin, any cut of meat grilled or fried

cornbread

grits

tortillas

cabbage soup

chile

cabbage salad

mashed potatos

baked potato

sauerkraut-coleslaw

pickled veg

jerky

mashed potato

baked potato

stews

soups

food vibes very diverse, lots of regional staples, San Francisco has lots of seafood while towns like Modoc have mostly brahmin meat and veg, Klamath has gecko, its very locale dependent ¨(out of character, fallout 1-2 is super bleak and sparse) food is often a matter of survival more than fancy, with the exemption of larger settlements and cities where imports are available and you can afford to experiment with food

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Crack Ship War - Round 1 Side C

Condoribou edit made by @alkaline-noodles

IzSmo art made by @braindeadmaggot

Propaganda under the cut.

Condoribou: The New Biggest Ship In One Piece.

IzSmo: They go so well together! Listen. Smoker being this grumpy but righteous guy, he knows what justice is. He knows pirates can't be trusted. He knows pirates are the enemy and even getting slightly friendly with one is not good (but sometimes temporarily necessary). He would NEVER fall for a pirate. But Izou? Izou is something else entirely. Izou gets under his skin in the best way possible. Izou is that dangerous, forbidden fruit that just keeps tempting him. He's so pretty, so hot, so badass, and knows just how to push the right buttons... Smoker has fallen before he even realizes what's happening. And Izou just can't get enough of his own little (yes Smoker is taller) Marine Vice Admiral. His own grumpy cat that he loves to death. - Check out these fics about them! Of Gods and Heroes (sfw, but read warnings before proceding), a mythology au where Izou is a god and Smoker the hero and leader of Logue Town. A New Shade of Black (NSFW), an urban fantasy/horror-ish au. Or the short story collection Smokey Eyes (sfw).

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 6

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink @ajmiila02 @liquidsmoothdomme @shady-the-simp @that-one-persons-posts

TW: Self Harm, Blood

Y/n knew that tonight was Mayhem's first show and as much as she wanted to be there for support, she knew she had to work. She had tried to call and wish him good luck but she got the voicemail. Since he lived with the band, she decided against leaving a message and just hoped he would come by and tell her how it went.

When they all piled into the restaurant, face paint half smudged off and louder than normal, Hammed started taking orders as quickly as he could. Y/n couldn't really interact at the moment as she was working the line instead of tables. The amount of drinks she had to uncap hurt her hands but she made sure to stack them all on a tray to be dropped off to them. Once Hammed got tired of taking orders, he switched onto grill and Y/n was able to greet Oystein.

"How did it go?" She asked brightly seeing little bits of his makeup still on the corners of his eyes and mouth.

"It went really well. Wish you could have seen it." He smiled back taking his food.

"Maybe someday." She knew it wasn't her scene but she would tough it out to see Oystein play.

"You didn't stick around for the party. I looked for you but they said you took off pretty early." He looked disappointed.

"I was still on the clock so I couldn't really stick around. I figured you wouldn't even have noticed surrounded by groupies." Y/n tried to keep it light but Oystein screwed up his face.

"Hardly. I don't give a shit about groupies." Y/n felt a slight uptick in her heart but she didn't want him to know it. She took a napkin and leaned over the counter to rub some of the smeared makeup away from his eye.

"I'm definitely going to need a shower at some point." Oystein laughed.

"I'd say so. I can't believe you brought your stench in here with that crew of misfits." Y/n finally noticed Pelle sitting in a chair with his head down.

"Ey he might need some more tape." One of the guys shouted to Oystein.

"Hey do you have any duct tape?" Y/n cocked an eyebrow.

"Um we should. Let me check the back." Oystein nodded and went to sit his food down on the table. When Y/n found the tape, she walked of the door and immediately say Oystein trying to help Pelle pull tape from his bloody wrists.

"Fuck!" Y/n's eyes went wide pushing the swinging bathroom door and seeing what they were doing.

"What the fuck happened and why are you putting fucking duct tape on it?!" Y/n looked at Pelle who was paler than normal.

"It's not as bad as it looks." Oystein said stupidly. Pelle made eye contact with Y/n and she walked back out of the bathroom towards the office. She grabbed the first aid kit and her purse from her locker. When she returned they had gotten all the tape off and she was staring at how scarred his arms were.

"Grab me a chair from the table please." Oystein ran out to grab the chair and Pelle was shaking.

"You don't have to-" Pelle started.

"Listen, I'm not here to judge you. If you want to die or feel or whatever, its your life to have or end but you can't come here and expect me to serve meat sandwiches when you're bleeding out in a booth." Y/n wasn't trying to scold him. She had a brother who battled terrible mental illness so she knew the anguish someone must feel to do this to themselves but she knew Hammed would lose his shit.

Oystein sat the chair down and she pushed Pelle into it. She knelt in front of him and Oystein watched her clean his wounds up, disinfect them and attempt to put bandages on them.

"These are only butterfly band aids but you need fucking stitches, Pelle." Y/n was about to open her second box of band aids.

"Dead....my name is Dead." She clicked her tongue against her teeth annoyed.

"You know, these stage names are starting to piss me off." Y/n looked at Oystein in the mirror. She put a long gauze pad on his wounds before getting up from the floor.

"Take him to get stitches as soon as you can." Y/n said as Pelle walked past her as if she didn't just stitch up his gapping wounds.

"He'll be okay. I'll make sure to get him stitched up." Oystein assure Y/n as she cleaned up the bloody gauze and bandage wrappers. She felt a hand on her back and she tensed.

"Hey...it's fine. He's done much worse than that." Oystein's words made her turn around.

"I can see that but that doesn't mean he's fine. If anything he's furthest from fine Oystein." She felt a weight on her chest like she wanted to cry and he could tell she was upset. He pulled her to his chest and she dodged it as the door swung open again.

It was the guy who was lurking around at the party the other night.

"Hey I wanted to say you guys were very good tonight...at your gig. My name is Christian-"

"Do you see I'm a little busy here?" Oystein snapped. The way he spoke to Oystein gave off much different vibes than she would have thought. She assumed it was a friend but he came off more as a fanboy. He backed out of the bathroom leaving them both standing alone. Y/n quickly scrubbed her hands in the sink wanting to be out of that confined space.

"Y/n.." Oystein reached out again.

"I've got to get back to work." Y/n wiped her face and pushing past him. They continued to cut up and eat for another 20 minutes before they finally left. Y/n felt so tense and uneasy, all she wanted to do was scream.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

i assume you'll be coming for blood (that makes two of us)

Chapter 2

Ao3 | 3.5k words | Sweetheart's POV

Things go from bad to worse, and all of it's Sweetheart's own doing. - Fooliverse Sweetheart faces off with that first shade. They already know Milo, but things are a lot more complicated than they might have been, not least because of their own stubbornness and pride. Hopefully that pride won't get them killed. Hopefully.

TW: violence, mentions of sex, the Department, illness, arguments, general toxicity

Jet had a handful of not so kind words for you when you finally showed up to work the next day, first for being late and then for not seeking medical attention the night before.  

“If you are unable to handle a single threat independently,” Jet had seethed, emailing medical about your impending visit as he spoke, “then you might consider a change in title.”  

You didn’t say a thing in protest. You ignored the orders to report to medical, and instead made your way back to your desk in the bullpen, pulling up the open case file on your shitty, ancient desktop computer. You added new notes to the shade’s file, new findings on its abilities and appearance, and drafted an email to a magical expert on Death. Unfortunately, that expert lived in Tanzania, so you would have to find someone who could translate your message to Swahili, and his back to English for any of it to matter.  

You missed lunch entirely, too focused on the work in front of you to glance down at the desktop clock or the silver watch your father had given you last Christmas that you wore invariably. You only recognized that it was nearing one in the afternoon when a hand tapped your desk, drawing your attention away from your investigation for the first time in hours.  

Dr. Collins was an intimidating man. You weren’t afraid of him, per say, but you certainly didn’t want to end up on the bad side of his death glare. When you looked up, recognizing his Department emblazoned white coat and the irritated crinkle in his brow, you shifted your gaze from his silver eyes to the bridge of his alkaline nose.  

“Investigator,” Collins’ drawl clipped his words particularly aggressively, “care to tell me why I received a memo that you were reporting to my office hours ago only to find you at your desk, looking like you just got dragged back from Hell?”  

Doctor Sam Collins was one of the rare vampires employed by the Department’s medical division. He oversaw the onsite infirmary, headed the magical/medical research in the Department’s underground labs, and liaised with D.A.M.N. concerning their healing courses. The only reason he was afforded those positions, of course, was because of his incredible power pre-turning.  

I was a wolf, Milo had said. You wondered if Collins had that same sort of grief in his voice when talking about his power.  

“Probably because I was, Doc.” You shrugged, stretching your back for the first time in hours. A series of loud, obtrusive cracks echoed out through the nearly empty room. When had everybody else left? You checked your watch. Lunch. Right. 

“I told you you’d find them here.” An indignant huff from behind you. You whipped your head around, your neck popping audibly at the sudden movement. Cam was standing at the entrance of the bullpen, his hands on his hips. You’d never seen him look annoyed before. His face was usually blank and serene.  

“You were right.” Collins shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re lucky your friend has a good read on you, Investigator. I was fixing to sick your supervisor after you. And I’ve worked with Jet long enough to know how unpleasant that would be.”  

You groaned, your head falling back to rest against your stiff office chair. God, your head was pounding. Your throat felt like something had clawed its way out of it. Your stomach was still uneasy. Your muscles ached.  

“You look terrible.” Cam said, suddenly much closer to you. You jerked at his nearness, nearly toppling out of your chair. The Doctor’s unnatural reflexes saved you. All of the annoyance leaked from him at once as he knelt to begin examining you. His hands were cold when they rested on your forehead, tilted your face this way and that. You wondered if it was a result of his vampiric condition, or if it was because he was a doctor.  

“Double whammy.” You muttered, your eyes slipping closed.  

“You’re delirious.” Collins replied. Healing magic sparked around you, warm and bright like sunshine. You let it wash over your skin, not fighting against Collins’ assessment or Cam’s gentle, soothing touch.  

“Are you making me calmer?” You asked Cam, more accusatory than anything. He huffed, offended.  

“I wouldn’t without asking.” Cam assured you. “I think... you’re just too tired to fight back.”  

“Something got its hooks in you.” The Doctor added. Cool hands hovered over the skin of your neck. “I’m gonna touch, just for a second. Let’s take care of these bruises.” 

“Bruises?” You croaked, just as Collins’ hands slid around your neck. His magic swelled around you, and you swung out, pushed at his shoulders to try and get him away. Your heart began to race, your body suddenly awake and alert. You stood, pushing your chair away and stumbling back from Collins and Cam.  

“Easy!” The doctor said, his hands extended in front of him like he was surrendering. Cam had a strange, sad look to him. Pity. Your stomach turned.  

“I’m sick.” You snapped, shaking your hands out at your sides. You were suddenly filled with anxious energy. “The flu.”  

Cam said your name, so soft and cloying. You knew that tone. He was talking down to you, treating you like you couldn’t handle this. You could handle this.  

“I should go home.” You said. “Since I have the flu.” Doctor Collins squinted at you. Those silver eyes nearly pulled you in. Your hand twitched to your phone. You should call Milo.  

“Let someone take you.” He ordered. “I’d do it myself if the damn sun wasn’t still up. You’re lucky you work on this side of the building, or I wouldn’t have been able to come up and see you in person.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, his body sagging a bit. He looked exhausted all of a sudden. What a waste, you thought. He can’t help me.  

“I’ll be fine.” You said, shaking your head. “I’ll get an Uber or something.”  

“Please wait,” Cam said, stepping forward, a hand outstretched towards you, “let me take you home.” 

“It’s fine, Cam,” you sighed, “you’ve gotta get back to work.”  

It was raining by the time you stepped outside, and the late-summer, early-fall chill left you shivering and soaked. You hadn’t bothered with a jacket when you came stumbling into work, and you hadn’t bothered to snag the umbrella you kept in your desk’s bottom drawer for days just like this. Summer in Dahlia meant sudden rainstorms and that damp sort of air that hurt to breathe.  

Well, breathing hurt in general, at that moment. You stalked down the sidewalk, soaked through, and tried to decide where you were going.  

Home was in the opposite direction, but you refused to turn back and be seen as wandering from the Department’s windows. You kept moving, calling up your known paths through the city, trying to remember where you could double back.  

A car pulled up beside you, low to the ground, shining, and blood red. You ignored it, crossed your arms over your chest, and kept moving. You had learned by this point in your life not to give catcallers the time of day.  

“Hey Sweetness,” the voice of this particular catcaller got your attention. You stopped short, turned. Milo’s car halted its crawl. The sedan behind him honked impatiently, but Milo paid them no mind. “Whatcha doing out here in the rain? Not that I’m complaining about the wet shirt part.”  

“Asshole.” You whispered, but you opened the passenger door and deposited yourself inside, dripping all over his leather interior. 

“Woah,” Milo said, his voice suddenly concerned, “you weren’t kidding about the flu. You look like shit.” 

“Gee,” you rolled your eyes, “you flirt. You sure know how to make someone blush.” 

“Hey,” Milo put his car into drive and peeled off of the curb, merging dangerously fast with traffic. He swerved skillfully between cars going too slow for his liking. Your stomach lurched. “I’m expressing concern over here.” 

“I don’t need concern.” You hissed. “If everybody would stop pitying me it would make my fucking day.” 

Milo’s mouth snapped shut. His anger was palpable. Good. You preferred anger to whatever else he was cooking up. Anger you could deal with. Anger was familiar. 

“I’m taking you to my place.” Milo said after a long silence. “I’ll… make you soup. Or something.” 

You sighed, resting your head back against the seat. Your head pounded. You didn’t fight sleep when it pressed against the back of your eyes. 

When you woke, you realized that Milo must have carried you inside. You were in the center of his sinfully soft, sinfully giant bed, tucked into his billion thread-count sheets. You sat up and groaned as your migraine made its presence known. You couldn’t have at least slept that off. That would make your life a fraction easier, and that wasn’t allowed. 

When you got your legs under you, shaky knees and all, you found yourself clad in an oversized tee and boxer shorts. They smelled like Milo, even if you couldn’t imagine him wearing something so casual and you knew he didn’t frequent underwear at all. Or maybe he just went commando when he knew he might get lucky. Either way, he’d gone through the trouble of pulling these out for you, undressing you, re-dressing you, tucking you lovingly in bed. The sentimentality of it all made your stomach flip. 

You could smell something cooking and followed your nose down the stairs and through the twisting halls of Milo’s giant house. Said giant house included a kitchen that gave you a stab of jealousy when you first saw it. Milo wasn’t using it, not for much, anyway. He had an extensive bar cart in one corner, his giant, state of the art fridge was stocked entirely with blood, and his walk-in pantry had one corner filled with sugar snacks. He seemed to only keep food for his fuck buddies. You shivered at the idea of anybody else utilizing those. You would have to start keeping track of them, just to be sure. 

Milo was standing over the stove, a brand new wooden spoon in one hand, his phone pressed to his ear in the other. 

“Davey,” he hissed, “I’m not asking for a lecture. I’m asking how to make it just a little more palatable.” You could hear a deep voice rumble on the other side, but couldn’t make out any words. “Jesus Christ, I should have never called you! I’m not gonna make a fucking bone broth when Cambles so helpfully provides soup in nice little cans.” His eyes flicked to you, whether it was your heartbeat or your snickering that gave you away. He extended one finger to you, as if to say I’ll deal with you in a minute. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, you pretentious asshole.” He hung up. 

“House member?” You asked, crossing to the large island that filled up the middle of the spacious kitchen. There were plastic bags from some pharmacy or another littered around it. You poked around, nosey as ever. Generic painkillers. Three cans of chicken noodle soup. A dozen Gatorades of different flavors. A smattering of cold and flu medicines. Cough drops. He must have grabbed anything he thought might help. Cute. 

“Old friend.” He corrected, turning back to the little pot on the stove in front of him. “Davey doesn’t believe canned soup is a valid form of food. I thought he might have a few ideas on how to improve it. Turns out all he was interested in was telling me off for even buying it.” 

“I can eat canned soup.” You shrugged. “It’s all the same stuff.” 

“Exactly.” Milo huffed. He turned off his burner and started to pour the soup from the pot into one of his sleek, black ceramic bowls. Even his dishware looked expensive. “You get it.” 

He walked the bowl over to you, handed you a spoon, and directed you to one of the stools pushed up under the island. You sat down heavily, snagged a green Gatorade, and downed the soup like a starving man. 

“There’s more.” Milo said, sitting next to you. “And some stuff in the pantry. I just grabbed a buncha’ shit. Don’t know what you like.” 

“You didn’t have to do all that.” You shook your head. Milo refilled your bowl before you could blink. You didn’t protest. 

“Well, you looked like you needed it.” He shrugged. He was trying to act casual, but you could feel him observing you, taking in every detail, like he was waiting for you to keel over. 

Funnily enough, once you scraped your bowl and went to stand, your knees buckled. He caught you, of course. He bundled you into his chest, your cheek pressed against the exposed skin of his peck. Stupid, silken shirt unbuttoned to his navel. Stupid pretty silver necklaces, cold without any body heat of his own. Stupid little shake in his chest as he steadied you. 

“Easy, Sweets.” He said. “Just- will you take it easy? Let me help you.” He was exasperated. Frustrated. 

You pushed back, stumbling away from him. 

“I don’t-“ you shook your head, pressed your hands into the kitchen island and braced yourself. “I’m fine.” 

“Bullshit.” Milo spat. “You look like death warmed over. I can help! Let me help!” 

“I don’t need your help!” You shouted. Your voice rose out of you, anger and stubbornness filling you with newfound energy. “I can handle this! I don’t care what bullshit they put me through, I can handle it!” 

Milo was quiet. He held your gaze. You held his. Your brain screamed to look away, but you couldn’t. He hadn’t even tranced you, but you were trapped. 

“Did-“ he pursed his lips. “What did D.U.M.P. get you into?” 

He read you like a book. You gave too much away. 

“Where are my clothes?” You asked instead of answering him. He huffed, his hands falling to his hips. His stupid, pretty hands. His stupid, muscly hips. You didn’t know if you wanted to hit him or kiss him. 

“No.” He shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“What do you mean ‘no?’” 

“I mean I’m not gonna let you go back into whatever the fuck you’re dealing with alone.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he extended that finger again. You didn’t care for that one fucking bit. “And I know you could handle it, Sweetness, you are a force of fucking nature. But you’re not being given the resources you need, and it’s clearly affecting you. So tell me what you need and I will give it to you, Sweetheart!”

“What I need,” you spat, “is for you to stop calling me that!”

“What?” 

“Sweetheart.” You poorly imitated his accent. He huffed out a short laugh. “Sweetness. All those stupid, cute nicknames.”

“Oh, so you think I’m cute?” He crossed his arms over his chest. His face smoothed over into a smile, but you could see the tension in his body. He was giving you an out, a way to step away from the argument before you said something you would regret. 

Fuck him. You would say what you wanted to say. 

“You’re not my boyfriend.” You growled. “And I’m not your mate.” 

It was a calculated killing blow. You knew as it left your tongue that it would hurt, that it would cut him to the bone. The two of you had fucked a handful of times, talked even less, but he, for some goddam reason, had shown you the parts of him that still bled. You hadn’t wanted to use them against him, but you had no choice. Your own weaknesses were so obvious, so clear to the eye, and anybody could use them against you. He was luring you in with all coddling and sweet talking. He didn’t care about you. You wouldn’t let him back you into a corner when you knew how to get away. 

Milo’s face went slack, his whole body rearing back from that word. Your gut twisted with something like guilt. You wouldn’t have that. You twisted your fingers into the collar of his oversized shirt and held on for dear life. This was survival, simple as that. Nothing personal. That was something that Milo of all people would understand. 

“Out.” He hissed finally, breaking the silence that had overtaken the kitchen. Milo’s eyes were dark, darker than they usually were. His pupils had blown to encompass his silver irises. His face went horrific in a split second. Your body reminded you that you were facing down a monster. 

He moved very suddenly, disrupting the air in the room. Your breath caught as his hands landed on you. Your clothes were pulled off before you could protest. Your heart seized in your chest, but as that word pressed at the back of your teeth, you were redressed in the blink of an eye. Your work clothes, still warm from the dryer, were buttoned and tucked before the cool air of Milo’s kitchen could touch your skin. Your shoes were on your feet. Milo’s hands landed on your shoulders and he began to steer you towards the door. Even this angry, his touch was gentle, feather light, like he was afraid to hurt you. 

And fuck, if that didn’t make you that much more angry. 

You were out the door, unsure if you’d even managed a single independent step. Milo’s touch left you immediately. Your phone, keys, wallet were in your hands. You spun around and saw your shitty sedan parked next to one of Milo’s six priceless sports cars in the driveway. He must have picked it up while you were sleeping. Your stomach flipped. 

You turned back around. Milo was hovering in the doorway, shadows cast across his face from the low light of his house. His eyes were glazed over entirely black now. His fangs were extended, pressing into his pretty, full lips. 

“I shared that with you,” Milo said, his voice tinged with something animalistic, something wild, “as a show of trust. I told that to you because I know that I have a lot of power. I told you something that I knew could hurt me, because I know it’s not easy to do that.” His face twisted up. You were terrified, for a moment, that he would cry. “Fuck you. Fuck you for using that to hurt me.” 

“You could hurt me without even trying!” You seethed. You wrapped your arms around your middle, trying to hold yourself up. 

“Yeah.” Milo nodded. “I could. But I didn’t.” 

The door shut in your face. You stared at the stained mahogany like it might have answers for you. You screamed until your chest gave way to stuttered, panicked gasps. You got in your car and drove away. 

Your desk was waiting for you when you made it back to the office. Jet’s office was darkened, and only a handful of other investigators remained at their desks. It was late evening, bordering on much too late to be here. You sat down anyway and started working. 

By the time morning came round, you had far more information than you did at the start of the day before. For one, you had a rudimentary understanding of Swahili, and had managed to properly convey what you needed from your expert using a few online dictionaries and whatever Google Translate had to offer. He was a pleasant guy, if your translations were correct, and had affirmed that he would send a statement your way within the next few days with everything he knew about shades broken down into simple enough terms for the Department to work with. 

Your back ached and your stomach was still in knots, but you felt much better than you had the day before. Whatever affects the shade’s life-sucking-bullshit left its victims with wore off with time and rest. You added it to your notes, and sent a quick email to Collins to report your improved health. The sun had started to rise when you received a message back. 

Report to medical for field clearance. Don’t make me sick Jet on you. 

You sighed, scrubbing at your tired eyes. You knew it was pointless to resist. Collins would get you down there eventually, one way or another. It looked better for you if you went voluntarily. 

There was a whole floor to the medical department. Half of it was dedicated only to Dr. Collins’ medical research and the seminars he taught for D.A.M.N.. The other half made up the Department’s extensive infirmary. Staffed by Dr. Collins’ loyal group of doctors and nurses. They were a vicious bunch, too smart for anybody’s good, and skilled beyond all reason in both mundane and magical healing. Collins expected nothing but exceptional skill from his staff, and he wouldn’t settle for anything less.

[roguerinzler]

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[starboy-acer]

“alkaline” [polypirates]

[check out alkaline by sleep token, it’ll cause u to have a better appreciation for this cuz that song is basically their thoughts abt jay]

the crew had just come back from another run-in with a giant sea beast. everyone had seemed to be fine, but jay happened to be harmed more than the others and absolutely exhausted. immediately, she went to rest as chip and gillion stayed up, per her request. chip and gillion had gone to the kitchen with the rest of the crew to relax and quench their hunger. eventually, the crew was satisfied and left to go do their respective duties on the albatross while chip and gillion stayed at the table, glasses of orange juice in their hands.

the boys were both thinking about the same thing, jay ferin. they don’t often have moments where she’s not around and they’re not occupied. often times, they would have time to each other while jay was sleeping or busy with another project of hers, but it was still daylight and jay wasn’t busy, so this was absolutely unusual for them.

not to mention, chip and gillion were starting to develop a certain feeling for jay. they almost couldn’t pinpoint it, but they knew that they only had felt that feeling for each other before. they know that they both wanted to be more than friends with her, but they had no clue how that even worked. they had discussed it briefly before, but never discussed it with her.

“i miss jay.” gillion spoke up first with slight fake, dramatic sadness in his voice. he glanced at chip and he decided to be significantly more dramatic.

“i miss jaaaaayyyyy!” chip cried like a toddler. neither of them were actually upset because she wasn’t there, they were capable of being without her, but both of them were dramatic men and took every opportunity to be so.

“chip, i miss jay more than usual. my heart almost… pained when she’s not here.” gillion sighs. he wasn’t ever good with feelings and it took chip confessing for him to realize his feelings for him. now, he’s experiencing these feelings again for another person and doesn’t know what to do with them.

“you too?” chip said with a slight chuckle, “i’ll never tell her, but i genuinely miss her when she’s not around.” chip was also fairly bad at feelings, but he was different than gillion. it wasn’t that he didn’t know his feelings for her, it’s that jay was intimidating to him. he would never in a million years admit it to her, but he so desperately wanted to.

gillion chugged his juice and set the glass down. “i’ve only ever felt this way for you, chip. i don’t know what to do with these feelings. i don’t want to tell her and she doesn’t feel the same.”

“i feel ya on that,” chip took another sip of his juice. “seeing her fight just… i don’t know. there’s something about her and her gorgeous red hair and her blue eyes and her-“ chip stops himself and gillion stares at him. his face turns red and he shrinks down to almost hide from gillion’s gaze.

“i see… so we feel the same way about jay.”

“yeah… yeah, we do.”

“what do we do about this now?” gillion asks. he knew the answer, he knew they had to tell her.

“i think—“ chip starts, hesitating. “i think we have to tell her.”

gillion groans and puts his head in his hands. “i knowww.”

“should we just go and get it over with?”

“we should.”

chip nods and stands as gillion does the same. he turns to look at gillion and plants a kiss on his cheek before walking out the door.

when they get to the deck, they see jay ferin leaning against the railing on the side of the deck. the setting sun illuminated every feature of her’s beautifully. it accentuated her gorgeous tangerine-colored hair. the light reflected off of the water highlighted her aquamarine eyes. the wind blew her hair to the side in a way that made her face perfectly visible. she glanced over at the boys and gave a warm smile. everything about her was warm and comforting in this moment. usually, she intimidated chip and sometimes gillion. not because she’s mean or cold, but because she’s skilled and powerful. however, in this moment, she was just a girl on a ship. she was a beautiful girl on a ship. chip and gillion clearly saw that. they weren’t used to seeing her as warm as she was right now, but they loved to see her like this. she was the sun to gillion’s moon and chip’s stars.

“hey gill, chip!” she waved, beckoning them to join her.

a light rose tint covered chip and gillion’s face as they slowly walked over to her. gillion leaned on the railing to the left of her and chip on the right. they looked at each other and then at her, trying to gauge who would talk first.

“so jay—“ they said at the same time.

“chip, you can go.”

“no no, you go, babe. i insist.”

“ladies first.”

“IM NOT A LADY?!”

jay laughs and stops them, “guys, one of you go first!”

gillion gestures to chip, but chip violently shakes his head. gillion decides to speak up first. “jay, we have something to talk to you about.”

jay turns to gillion with a confused look on her face. gillion just looks out at the water. “chip and i have been discussing some… feelings we have. we decided it was a good idea to inform you.”

jay begins to get worried. she doesn’t know what this could possibly be about. chip looks down as gillion looks out and he decides to be speak.

“god, i don’t know how to say this. basically, we… we— uh…”

“jay, we have feelings for you and not friend feelings.” gillion spits out.

jay’s eyes widen and she looks between chip and gillion. she’s never been approached by people like this. usually, she’s approached by women and now she’s being approached by two men. she had no clue how to feel but she knew, in her heart, that she reciprocated the feelings. she had realized that she developed slight feelings for gillion. she doesn’t know when or how. they just appeared. then she noticed herself looking at chip more, admiring his charm. she started laughing at his jokes more, even if she didn’t think they were funny. she laughed because she liked him, not his jokes.

“your silence is scaring me so bad.” says chip as jay snaps back to reality. she doesn’t know who to look at, so she just looks out.

“i think… that i have feelings for you guys too.”

chip’s heart almost jumps out of his chest before calming down. he laughs as he takes a deep breath. gillion smiles and looks at chip then at jay.

“so what now?” jay asks the question that they’re all wondering.

“do you want to be our girlfriend?” chip asks.

“obviously, yeah. of course. but how does that work?”

“i think like a normal relationship except we’re all dating each other instead of just one person.” gillion says. “i’ve seen some undersea societies that do that and they seem pretty happy with it.”

“yeah, yeah that sounds fine to me.” jay smiles before holding gillion’s arm and planting a quick kiss on chip’s cheek.

as the moon began to rise, the captains went down to their sleeping quarters. chip and jay ended up pushing their beds together (minecraft reference) and gillion moved his barrel closer. before actually sleeping, gillion cuddled up between chip and jay. his head laid nicely on chip’s arm and they were all close enough where chip could mess with jay’s hair. jay held onto gillion’s arm and kept swatting chip’s hand when he tried to do something stupid like poke her face. eventually, chip and jay both kissed gillion goodnight as he went to his barrel and the two cuddled up together before falling asleep snd having dreams about nothing but each other.

“wait so…” ollie looked at chip with his arm around jay while gillion is training. “you’re dating miss jay AND gillion?”

“you’re absolutely right, ollie.” chip smiled and pulled jay closer.

“but your whole thing was that you don’t get bitches and now you have two!!” ollie exclaims, genuinely confused.

“WHAT? AND HEY, LANGUAGE.” chip is just baffled at ollie’s statement and jay is practically on the floor laughing.

“WHAT! ITS THE TRUTH!”

[formulawolff]

ive been reading the alkaline series and ive been checking your account for constant updates or blurbs that you post and IM INLOVEEE

plussss ive also been thinking about your introduction of yourself and how you have a cat, what if gg also has a cat(or any pet that she grew up with) and introduces it to toto and how the pet will react to a new member of the family

can i also please be added to the taglist of alkaline or if you have a main taglist thank youuuu

AHHH I LOVE THAT! TSYM!! <3 i'm just as obsessed with what you guys say! i appreciate and love everything that has come my way! :')

and of course i'll add you to the taglist! <3 i am thinking of creating a master taglist for all of my fics if anyone is interested in it :)

i very briefly mentioned the concept of gg having a pet or cat in the first chapter of alkaline. while i think travel is hard on any animal, i feel like toto would gift her a kitten or puppy (depending on your preference) for her birthday or christmas or something

just an animal she bond with, love, and snuggle while he's away :')