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reidholic · 2 years ago

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i ain't gotta tell him (i think he knows)

pairing: spencer reid x reader

wordcount: 1.4k

summary: sometimes, you take things a little too literally. this can be both a blessing and a curse. in terms of your first meeting with spencer reid, you're not sure what to call it.

notes: based on the prompt "give me Spencer Reid telling reader, who is very literal about most things, its safer to kiss on the lips than to shake hands while introducing themselves at the Bureau for his first day and Spencer gets so surprised when he does kiss him." the reader is not gendered specifically in the actual piece, though (no pronouns or gendered anatomical language), so read as you please! this is also my first reader-insert so if you could give me some feedback, i'd appreciate it greatly :)

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“And here’s your desk,” Agent Hotchner finishes, stopping at an unoccupied seat, the only unoccupied seat, within a quad. Two of the three taken spaces are void of their people at the moment, but at the seat across from yours, you can just see the top of a head, bent over in concentration, peeking out from over the divider between the two workspaces.

“Got it,” you nod, setting down your armload of things. “Thank you, sir.”

Hotchner dips his chin in acknowledgement, and although he doesn’t smile, his voice isn’t unkind when he tells you, “You’re welcome. I’m happy to have you here with us, and I think I speak for my whole team when I say that we’re looking forward to seeing what you bring to the table.”

“Speaking of the rest of the team,” you start hesitantly before he turns to leave. He pauses, raising an eyebrow as he waits for you to finish. “Will I get a chance to meet them before our first case? I’m hoping to at least introduce myself before we see any dead bodies, no matter how interesting a first meeting that would make.” You wince and watch Agent Hotchner’s face carefully. The joke had just slipped out—you tend to run your mouth when you’re nervous, but the unit chief doesn’t seem to be the kind of person to appreciate your impulsive wit.

To your relief, you aren’t kicked out of the building. You allow yourself a brief, silent exhale of the breath you’d been holding—you had not wanted a repeat of The Incident of 2006. Instead, your boss looks at you for a moment, considering, before his gaze flicks away to something behind you. “I’m sure you’ll see them around soon enough. In the meantime, why don’t you and Agent Reid get acquainted?”

Ah. So not something—someone. Agent Hotchner had been referring to the owner of the head you had seen a few moments earlier. The person in question doesn’t seem to have noticed that his boss is looking at him expectantly. He’s still bent down over something that you can’t see, deep in his own world.

The unit chief clears his throat. “Reid?” he says again pointedly. Finally, the other man manages to tear himself away from his work, gaze leaving the papers he’s been writing on a split second after his head.

“Yeah?” he answers absentmindedly, eyes finally making their way up to see who’d been calling him. He’s young, mid-twenties at most, and lean, not built like many of the men you’ve worked with in the past. Curly chestnut hair sweeps across his forehead, a couple of the unruly strands sticking out at the nape of his neck. You resolutely ignore the urge to finger-comb the fluffy-looking locks. That would be absolutely inappropriate and more than unprofessional.

His eyes, the color of earl gray tea that’s been steeped until it’s just on the darker side, are warm when they lock on yours. He looks down hurriedly, hands twisting in his lap seemingly unconsciously. “Oh, hello. I assume you’re the new recruit? I’m Reid. Doctor Reid.” He’s speaking fast, clearly stumbling a little bit. “Um. Well, you don’t have to call me doctor. Agent Reid is fine. Or—or just Reid! Spencer Reid. Yeah, that’s me.” He looks up at you again for a second, an anxious twist to his mouth, and you feel simultaneously endeared and empathetic. You’ve been in his position all too many times before, tripping over your own words in front of a new acquaintance. In fact, you’d done that just this morning when you’d come face-to-face with Agent Hotchner, nearly dropping your box of things as you stammered out a greeting. In your defense, the man was intimidating. That was probably why he made such a good FBI agent.

Anyway, that’s beside the point. You smile at him, trying to put him at ease as you introduce yourself, giving Agent (Doctor?) Reid your name and holding out a hand over the divider. He’s stood up as well over the course of your short conversation so that the two of you are about a foot and a half apart, and you notice that he has a couple inches on you. It isn’t surprising—he looks the long and lanky type.

However, Dr. Spencer Reid decidedly does not take your proffered hand, instead looking down at it, held in between the two of you, like you’ve just offered him a whole stick of butter. Not disgusted, per se, but hesitant and doubtful, like he’s figuring out how to politely reject the metaphorical dairy product. You lick your lips, a nervous tic. You’ve never been great at meeting new people, and this doesn’t seem to be heading in the right direction. With your luck, you’ve just made a grievous error in the Unspoken Code of Social Interaction and now your new colleague will never want to speak to you again.

Agent Reid clears his throat uncomfortably, bringing you out of your despairing rumination. Your hand is still hovering uncertainly in the space between the two of you. “Actually, did you know that the number of pathogens passed through a mere handshake is astonishing?” Evidently, he’s a hand-talker—his long-fingered hands have been brought up together, gesturing vaguely as he speaks to you.

“Um,” you put in, but he plows on.

“It’s technically safer to kiss someone,” he finishes, glancing at you again to see your reaction.

Oh. You furrow your eyebrows. Well, it’s not a conventional greeting, but to each their own. Hopefully this will make up for whatever faux pas you’ve committed. Shrugging internally, you step forward and press your mouth to Dr. Reid’s, eyes falling half-lidded.

His lips are slightly chapped and taste faintly of coffee. You keep your tongue firmly to yourself—after all, this is just a greeting—but after half a second you realize that his mouth is hanging open, not to receive the kiss, but agape with shock.

What?

Wait a minute. A terrible realization dawns on you and you stumble backward, breaking the very much one-sided kiss. Agent Reid—Spencer—is staring at you, doe eyes wide and face abloom with a fiery blush.

You lick your lips again, but this time, you can taste the fading memory of your colleague’s mouth. Your voice is faint when you manage to speak again, low and husky with embarrassment. “Um. It just occurred to me that I may have taken that a little too literally.”

A wolf whistle breaks the stunned silence that ensues, and you whip your head around, feeling your face heat up.

“First day here and you’re already pulling moves on our resident genius. Who would’ve guessed?” A group of three other people have just arrived in the bullpen: a muscular Black man, a blonde woman, and a woman dressed sharply in a dark-blue blazer. Fuck, you think, but the man, the one who’d spoken, is grinning gleefully as his eyes dart between you and your new…acquaintance. The two women behind him wear expressions of shock, amusement and disbelief warring on their faces.

The dark-haired one raises an eyebrow. “Is that what the young people are doing these days? And here I was thinking I was still hip and cool.”

“It’s—it’s not—,” you stammer, not daring to look at Spencer.

“Welcome aboard, agent,” the man says, striding across the room. He looks you up and down, assessing you, before sticking out a hand. “I’d prefer a handshake, if that’s alright with you. My name’s Derek Morgan.”

Trying to regain your composure, you take his hand and let him shake it once, twice, in a firm grip. Unable to resist, you shoot a glance back at Reid. The other man is still standing stock-still where you’d left him, but he’s touching his lips with the fingertips of his right hand like he’s trying to ground himself. There’s no disgust or anger in his face; on the contrary, there’s a look of dizzy surprise, and somehow, he seems almost…pleased. Uncertainly so, but unless you’re mistaken, there’s a glimmer of delight in those big brown eyes.

It’s not real, you tell yourself, trying to focus on introducing yourself to Agents Morgan, Prentiss, and Jareau. You’re imagining things. That was completely unacceptable and you must apologize as soon as possible.

But you can’t suppress the warmth bubbling up within your ribcage when you think back to Dr. Reid’s face when you’d stepped away, flushed and dazed, the way his head had cocked ever so slightly like a confused puppy.

Maybe you hadn’t made a complete mess of your first meeting with Spencer Reid after all.

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fandomgirlz01 · 5 months ago

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Elevators

Joe Keery X Reader

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Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Fic

Rating: PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but more adult commentary or even some triggering content.

Edited: Yes

Word count: 6,015

Post Date & Time: July 27th 2024 at 12:17 AM

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Summary: Joe Keery the Readers very best friend, helps the Reader though one of her biggest fears as well as clams her anxiety until they can get the help they need.

Authors Note: I know they actually usually film in Atlanta GA, so for the sake of this Fic let’s just say she goes with him and they rent a place out. She works from home so she’s capable of going with.

You’re Pov:

“Oh my gosh, it’s really 12:00?!” I exclaim as I look at my phone.

“Umm, yeah. Why?” Natalia asks as she looks at me with concern.

“I have work on the set in the morning and don’t have my car. I need to take the bus or walk, but now I can’t do either cause it’s so late,” I explain as I pack up some of my stuff in a hurry.

“Hey. Hey. What’s going on?” Joe asks, reaching out for me as he walks over from where the guys were hanging out.

“I need to walk home. I have to be at set in the morning,” I quickly explain as I continue to pack up my stuff.

Once all my stuff is packed up, I quickly rush out a goodbye to everyone before rushing over to the door. I go to open the door, but someone pulls me back.

“Hey. You are not walking home this late at night, and while it’s storming? No way. I’ll drive you,” Joe offers as he pats his pockets, looking around for his keys.

“No, J. It’s fine. I’ll get home by myself. I really don’t wanna ruin your time with your cast members. You see me every day, you don’t see them as often as you do me. Spend time with them,” I express and he shakes his head before letting out a small ‘aha’ when finding his keys.

“If you think I’m letting my life-long best friend walk home in the rain, then you're nuts. Plus, I live there too,” he professes before turning around to the other actors in the room.

“Goodnight, guys. I’ll see you all bright and early on set. I’ve gotta get y/n home,” Joe quickly explains to the others.

“Goodnight! See you in the morning!” Noah yells out from across the room before some of the others chime in with ‘goodnights’ to the both of us.

Joe picks his jacket up off of the back of the couch before coming over to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I smile as I wave to everyone.

“Goodnight then, I guess!” I yell out and I get a few “goodnights” back as the girls wiggle their eyebrows at me, making me give them a death stare.

Joe pulls me out of the room and the door closes behind us. We head down the hallway and I start to feel a little guilty.

“Joe, really, if you want to go back you can. I’ll be fine,” I explain and he shakes his head.

“If you had your car, I’d be ok with it, but I know it’s in the shop, so no. It’s ok. Really, I’m fine to drive you home,” he informs me and I only nod before a grin takes over my face.

“I wonder why my car’s in the shop?” I joke as I nudge his side lightly with a smirk on my face.

“I wouldn’t know why…” he jokes back, playing innocent and I giggle.

“It couldn’t be because somebody backed it up into a pole when borrowing it now, would it?” I tease him again as I poke his stomach.

“I have no clue what you're talking about,” he plays coy, shaking his head and I roll my eyes.

“You definitely know what I’m talking about,” I remark with a smirk and he rolls his eyes now.

“Ok… there’s a very small chance you may be right…” he jokes as he holds his hand up with his fingers pinching together.

“A small chance?” I ask, only to giggle when he throws his arms up before letting them drop to his side.

“Ok, fine, there’s a big chance,” he finally admits sheepishly and I giggle as we come to a stop by the elevator.

He reaches forward and presses the down button before standing back upright next to me. I eye the door to the stairs for a moment before looking back at the elevator.

“Bubs…” I whisper out as I bite my lip and he lets out a small “hmm” before turning to look at me with an eyebrow raised.

“Can’t we just take the stairs?” I ask as I express my fear while he puts his jacket on.

“Y/n, we’re on the top floor of the Hampton. We’re thirty floors up, sweetheart. Do you really want to walk down thirty flights of stairs?” he asks with an eyebrow raised and I shrug.

“I don’t know… I just really don’t want to get in that elevator,” I whisper out as I shuffle my feet while refusing to look up at him.

“Don’t worry. I’m right here with you, ok? I’m right here. I promise you’ll be ok,” he promises as he pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me.

We stand there for a few minutes just hugging when we both hear the ding. We pull apart and turn to see the door wide open. I take a gulp and Joe takes a step to get in, but I freeze in my spot.

“Princess, it's really ok. Come on. I’ll stick with you the whole way down,” he explains as he turns back around to look at me.

“Joe… I… I can’t…” I whimper out and he grabs both my cheeks softly as he keeps eye contact with me.

“Hey. Hey. You're ok. You can do this, y/n,” Joe speaks calmly as he now starts to rub my right cheek.

“I don’t know, Joe, it’s gotten a lot worse now,” I explain and he looks at me, confused.

“How did you even get here earlier, then?” he asks and I try to look away sheepishly, but he just keeps my face in his hands.

“I, umm… took the stairs. After Eleni {pronounced: E-lane-ie} dropped me off from work on the set, I took the stairs,” I explain embarrassedly and he shakes his head.

“You could have just called me to come down and get you. I would have,” he affirms and I shake my head now that he’s let go of me.

“You had work today too. You must have been tired. I didn’t want to make you even more tired,” I explain and just as I finish, the doors slide closed.

“Damn, we’ll have to get the next one,” Joe mutters as he turns back around and presses the down button again.

“I don’t care if I’m tired, I still would have come down. Plus we work on the same set, just have different hours,” Joe informs me with a shrug before he turns back to look at me. I fight off the blush I can feel creeping up the back of my neck.

“I don’t get why we can’t just take the stairs…” I comment timidly and Joe lets out a laugh.

“Y/n, seriously. It’s thirty flights. You’ve already done enough stairs today. I’m not letting you do more,” he explains before shaking his head and laughing a little more.

He looks at me and immediately his face changes from amusement to worry when he sees just how frightened I am. He sighs and lets out a small ‘I’m sorry’ before he puts his arm around my shoulder. He moves so he can fully hug me now and rubs the upper part of my arm with his thumb. I wrap my arms around his waist and burrow my head into his shoulder. He holds onto me a little tighter for a moment before rubbing at my scalp to sooth me.

“I’m right here. Haven’t I always been?” he asks against the side of my forehead and I nod, making him smile.

“Yes. Yes, you have been,” I agree with him, biting my lip before pulling away from our hug.

“Well, come on, then. I promise you'll be fine,” he promises me as the elevator dings again, making me jump.

“I know you're scared, but these things barely ever break down. Plus, you're with me. I’ve got you,” he tries to reassure me again before placing a kiss to the side of my forehead and for a split second I almost forget where we are.

Soon the doors are sliding open and I feel my heart start to beat frantically, but it’s definitely not because of the happy feelings I normally get when with Joe. His hand falls from my shoulder, but he keeps it on my lower back as he softly guides me inside. I push myself as close to the back wall as I can while he pushes the lobby botton. Not even a minute after he pushes it, the doors slide closed. I take a deep breath before looking at the ceiling above me and letting a shaky one out.

I grip onto the railing until my knuckles are practically completely white as I wait for it to all start. The elevator gives a light shake before starting to go down and I move my grip from the railing onto Joe’s arm. He lets out a small laugh before pulling his arm from where I had latched myself to him and putting it around my shoulder. He pulls me into another side hug and squeezes my arm lightly, effortlessly making me feel slightly safer.

“See, it’s ok. We’re fine. We’ll be in the lobby before you know it,” he explains with a light smile and I wrap both arms around him before nuzzling into his side more.

“I guess you're right. Nothing's happening,” I sigh as I squeeze him a bit and he squeezes my shoulder back.

It’s quiet and calm for a few minutes until the lights start to flicker. I look at the screen that tells us the floor number, but it glitches from twenty-eight to twenty-seven and I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. The elevator comes to a jolting stop, making me and Joe sway back and forth as he keeps his hold on me. The lights go out, leaving only an emergency light as the only source of light. I look back up at the number to see it still glitching, only this time it’s going between twenty-seven and twenty-six. I feel my heart start to race again as I realize what’s happening and I start to shake in fear.

“Shit. Princess, it’s ok. We’ll be ok. Press the emergency button. I’ll try 911,” Joe explains as he pulls away and holds me by the shoulders before pulling his phone out.

I step forward or at least I think I do, but I really don’t. I stay where I am, frozen for a moment before taking a big gulp and walking over to the buttons. It takes me a minute of looking over all the buttons, but I soon find the one with the big red E on it. I lick my lips and press it in hopes that the lights will magically come back on. When they don’t, I panic before starting to press the button over and over again.

I only can hope that someone will answer our emergency, but my brain tells me to just keep pushing it even though nobody has. I feel a hand lay on my back and another one comes up to pull my hand from the panel of buttons. I look up at Joe and he pulls me into a hug and just holds me as he puts his phone up to his ear.

“Hi, 911. What’s your emergency?” I hear a lady’s voice come over the speaker of the phone.

“Umm, hi. I’m currently at the Hilton hotel, but uhh, I think the power must have gone out or something because we are stuck in the elevator,” Joe explains to her in as calm of a tone as he can so I won’t panic further.

“Ok. Can you tell me what floor you're on?” The dispatch lady asks and I feel him move his head to look.

“Umm, it’s glitching between twenty-six and twenty-seven, so maybe on twenty-six,” he replies and she gives a small ‘Hmm, ok’.

“Are you alone, sir?” she asks and he shakes his head.

“No,” he replies as he gives me a light squeeze again.

“Can you tell me who’s with you?” she asks and he again nods even though she can’t see him.

“Yeah. It’s just me and my girl here,” he responds back to her and my eyes widen.

He’s never called me his girl before. It’s always been sweetheart or sweets or my best friend, but never his girl.

I zone out as she asks him a few more questions and I don’t catch them at all, but soon he’s hanging up with her. He looks down at me before sighing and leading me over to the wall to lean me against it.

“Sit right here, ok? I’m going to go call Natalia or Charlie, ok?” he asks and all I can manage is a light tiny nod as a tired feeling washes over me.

I watch as he walks over to the other corner and types something out on his phone. He brings it up to his ear as his other hand rubs at his face. I feel shaky so I slip down the wall and pull my legs up to my chest before resting my chin on my knees. Hot sticky tears start to roll down my cheeks as I watch him scratch at his chin. Panic attacks aren’t a new thing for me, not at all.

They've followed me all the way up into adulthood and Joe has seen almost every single one since we were about nine. This, however, is the worst one that I’ve had since I was maybe twelve. It didn’t help that I always overthought things growing up. Joe was always there to talk those thoughts out with me as he is now. But this… this was my absolute worst fear playing out in front of me. I remember all those nights in high school where I’d text him about how my brain just wouldn’t shut off and that I couldn’t sleep.

He’d always known that was me telling him I felt an attack coming on. So he’d rush over from his house next door and cuddle with me to calm me. At first my dad never understood, until suddenly he just did. He started leaving the back door unlocked for Joe and I later found out my mother had told him how calm Joe made me.

“Hey. Me and y/n are kind of umm… stuck…” he explains into the phone, sort of snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Of course I’m fine. It’s y/n I’m worried about. She’s on the very edge of having a big attack,” he whispers into his phone and he rubs his neck as he listens to whoever he called.

“Yeah. No. I’ll be ok taking care of her. I’ve been with her through almost every attack. I know how to keep her calm,” he tells them before pausing to listen to them.

“Yes. I already called 911, they should be here in like five to ten minutes,” he answered whatever question was asked before shaking his head.

“Umm, I don’t know. Could you guys just be down there when they do get us out?” he asks and nods to a few things that are being said.

“Ok. Yeah. Thanks, man. We’ll see you soon,” he gives his goodbye before hanging up the phone.

He shoves his phone back in his pocket before turning around. He looks down at me before frowning and coming back over. He lowers himself down next to me before putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side again. I start to cry harder and he rubs my back as he coos softly to me. I basically sob into his shirt while gripping it and he just keeps massaging my back lightly while continuing to coo soft nothings in my ear.

“Hey, take a breath for me, please? Come on sweets, you can do it,” Joe’s voice comes out soft but authoritative as he still holds onto me.

“Hey. There she is…” he says proudly as he softly holds my cheeks in his hands and rubs my cheek for a moment as he gives me a soft smile.

He pulls away from me for a split second and takes his jacket off before he drapes the jacket over my shoulders. Then he quickly pulls me back into his side as he kisses the side of my forehead again, making me start to feel a little safer in his arms.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not leaving. Just pretend we’re home and cuddled up in your bed,” he tells me as he rubs his thumb in circles on my lower back under his jacket.

Back when Joe first found out he got the role of Steve, we were both so excited that his career would be taking off. Then we were sad because he had to move out of our LA apartment to go film. Not wanting to be away from me for long, he got me a job on the set as the “assistant” to the Duffer Brothers with production plans and decisions. So together we both moved to a new apartment and started our new jobs together. The girls always refer to us when we walk up as “and they were roommates!” before bursting into giggles. I schedule almost everything for Ross Duffer and sometimes I sit in meetings for him or I stay really late to help him with whatever he’d be doing on set.

I also help make sure everything on set is to the actors and actress' likings. We did keep our old apartment for when we were back in LA, but for the most part we both stay in Atlanta more times out of the year. I just have more hours and a lot of work sometimes, so Joe and I always drive separately. As of lately, though, we have been carpooling a lot of the time. My sobbing slowly starts to calm down, but as I do I start to feel dizzy. I let out a light whimper and I nuzzle my head into his neck.

“I promise we’ll be fine. I’ll get you out of here no matter what and when have I not kept a promise to my best girl, hmm?” he asks as he grips onto my hip and I jump, making him chuckle a little.

“Joe… I’m dizzy…” I groan out and he nods before placing another kiss on my forehead.

“I know. You always get dizzy after an attack. Just relax, ok. I’m not leaving you. I wouldn’t be able to leave you like this. It’d hurt too much to walk away. I love you, sweetheart,” he explains, his voice becoming breathless at the end as he pushes some of my hair away from my face.

My eyes grow wide as I look at him and he just gives me a small smile as he shrugs. He reaches up to my cheek that’s not against his shoulder and wipes a still falling tear.

Did Joe freaking Keery, my best friend since literal diapers, the guy I’ve lived with since graduating high school just tell me he loves me? No. I must just be imagining it after that attack…

“Do you wanna lay down? You still haven’t gotten your color back, sweetheart,” he asks after a moment and I nod before slowly moving.

I start to lay down with my cheek on his thigh and he lifts an arm before laying it on the upper part of my arm. I keep his jacket around me like a blanket and close my eyes as he starts to rub my head. He starts to hum one of the new songs he’s been working on and I let a light smile take form on my lips. Soon his humming stops and it grows quiet for a few minutes. I can only assume that we’re both desperate to think of a way out of this elevator, but the more I think about it the more panic starts to set in again.

“J…?” I whisper out with a hoarse voice from crying and I move to look up at him.

“What, sweetheart?” he asks as he looks down at me.

“Can you please, please, please just distract me? The silence is driving me insane and I don’t wanna overthink everything,” I admit and he smiles softly at me.

I push up off of him and he quickly wraps his arms around me, pulling me so I lean against him. I snuggle my face into his chest and he lets out a chuckle.

“Sweets, that tickles,” he notes as he laughs and I just shrug.

“Wait a minute, were you trying to do that?” he exclaims when he sees a coy smile on my lips.

“Maybe… you deserve it, though!” I joke and he rolls his eyes.

“Why! You sneaky little thing!” he shouts before he gives my side a little pinch.

We laugh for a few minutes before it goes quiet again so I slap his shoulder. He rubs at the place before shaking his head.

“What was that for?” he asks and I shrug.

“Talk to me. I can’t do the silence,” I explain and he nods his head.

“Ok. Ahh, let’s see… Do you remember freshman year homecoming?” he asks and I nod.

“Yeah. You almost did a Steve that night and got into a fight with Jimmy Kavinsky, Peter‘s little brother,” I remark and he rolls his eyes.

“I didn't turn into Steve! I would have done a lot better than my character in a fight,” he proclaims and I give him a ‘really?’ look.

“Joe. Jimmy’s always been bigger than you,” I deadpan and he groans.

“That’s not the point!” he shouts in frustration and I grab his hand.

“Ok. I’m sorry. What was the point?” I ask him calmly and he smiles.

“The point is that I was there with Sarah, but I thought you were the most beautiful girl there,” he exhales exasperatedly from how fast he had been talking, rolling his eyes at himself as I smile, squeezing his hand encouragingly.

“Then when I saw the look you had when Jimmy ditched you for Victoria, all I wanted to do was beat him and make you smile again,” he continues shaking his head as he frowns.

“It wasn’t right to me that he put a frown on your face. You should always have a smile and if anyone took that away…” he finishes off with a sigh while refusing to look at me and my eyes tear up for a second before I reach up for his cheeks.

“Awe, Joe…” I coo softly at him as I jokingly move his face around for a second. “If it helps, I didn’t want to go with him in the first place…” I remark and he gives me a confused look.

“What? But you talked about it for a week before he actually asked you,” he mutters and I shake my head, letting go of his face as I now play with a loose thread on my shorts.

“I only decided to go with him because you hadn’t asked me yet, you doofus,” I joke with him, now finally looking at him again and he still looks confused, so I sigh.

“Allison stupidly got it into my head that Jimmy liked me and that he should take me since you, and I quote, ‘oh so obviously’ weren’t going to ask apparently. So I became laser focused on him. As I do with everything I normally shouldn’t be focused on,” I explain with a light shrug and he perks up.

“Wait, you wanted me to ask you?” he asks, eyes lighting up in excitement and I giggle.

“Yes, Joe. I’ve only had a crush on you since we were ten, but who’s keeping track?” I joke with another lame shrug and he shakes his head.

“Wait, so I could have asked and you would have said yes?!” he shouts in shock and I giggle, nodding.

“Aww man, I’m such an idiot!” he exclaims as he rubs at his face, making me giggle again as I grab his hand and pull them away from his face.

“If it makes you feel better, I couldn’t stop thinking how handsome you were that night. I also just wanted to just run my hands through your hair,” I explain with a light smirk and he chuckles.

“What is it with you and my hair?” he asks me and I grin.

“What?! It’s just so cute and soft…” I murmur and he chuckles.

“It’s also not so bad when you have the Steve hair added to it after filming too,” I sheepishly admit and he smirks.

“So you have a thing for my hair, huh? Well I actually have a thing for yours too,” he explains as he reaches out to toy with a strand of mine.

“Your hair is actually just one of the many reasons I love you,” I whisper out as I look away.

It’s quiet for a minute and I decide to chance a look at him. When I do, I see his mouth slightly parted in shock and his eyes wide.

Was it really so bad that I love my best friend?

“I…I’m sorry. You probably meant-” I start to try apologizing, but I’m cut off when he slams his lips into mine.

At first I’m still in shock from being in the middle of saying something, but I slowly start to kiss back. My arms reach up and wrap around his neck as his hands stay firmly on my hips as he pulls me ever so closer. I find my hands moving up to grip his hair as he squeezes my hips.

Kissing him brings a pleasant warmth to my chest as he brings his hand up to my neck and holds me even closer. I feel his thumb rub my neck ever so sweetly, making more and more butterflies swarm my stomach. The kiss only lasts a few more minutes before we both pull away, breathing heavily.

He rubs his nose lightly against mine and I smile softly as his hand now lays on my cheek instead of my neck. He smiles softly as he pushes some of my hair out of my face and I feel a blush start to kick in so I shove my face into his neck, making him chuckle.

“Why you hiding from me, huh?” he asks as he squeezes my shoulder and I blush harder, shaking my head.

I start to say something, but get cut off by a loud ding and suddenly to our surprise, the doors of the elevator are sliding open. We both look up as they open, seeing Charlie and Natalia standing next to some paramedics. Slowly Joe helps me get up as he gets up too and he quickly hands me over to a paramedic.

“You go get checked out. I’m going to talk with Charlie and possibly the technician over there,” Joe tells me, but I grip his hand and shake my head.

“Not without you. Please…” I almost whimper, not wanting him to leave my side and he squeezes my hand.

“Sweetheart, you're ok. I promise I’ll come right back over in a minute. Natalia, will you stay with her?” he asks her and she nods.

“See, Natalia will be with you. I’ll be quick I promise, just wanna understand what happened,” he explains softly and I sigh, nodding before letting his hand go.

“Come on. Let’s get you looked at, yeah?” Natalia asks as she guides me over to a chair and one of the paramedics comes over.

“Hi. My name is Hen. I’m just gonna look you over and make sure you’re doing ok, alright, sweetie?” she questions and I nod to let her know that I’m ok with it.

“What happened in there, y/n? Are you ok?” Natalia queries as she fusses over me while I take a seat in one of the lobby chairs.

“I’m fine. Joe kept me sane,” I tell her as I look over at him and he looks over at us.

“Omg! You guys kissed, didn't you?!” Natalia exclaims at me with her eyes wide.

“No…” I reply, trailing off as I refuse to meet her eyes.

“Oh they so did,” Hen comments with a chuckle and I feel a blush creep up my neck.

“Ok… yeah, we did…” I admit, biting my lip and Natalia just grins.

“Y/n. Oh my gosh. It’s actually happening. I knew you guys would end up together. I told you,” she excitedly pushes my shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply with a playful eye roll.

Hen now asks me questions, if I could breathe properly and checks my heart rate as well as checking my blood pressure. Natalia hovers and it makes me roll my eyes with fondness at how she worries over me. Charlie and Joe stand over to the side talking with the tech, but Joe keeps looking over at us every so often.

“Well. You’re doing okay, I would just suggest that you rest up a bit after all this,” Hen informs me and I nod tiredly as I feel the exhaustion come over me.

“And here, take this,” Hen adds as she holds out some Advil for me along with a water bottle.

“How’d you know?” Natalia asks and Hen turns to look up at her.

“How’d I know what?” Hen asks in confusion and Natalia points to the advil.

“That she gets headaches after her panic attacks,” Natalia illuminates and Hen chuckles.

“A lot of people tend to. If you’ve been hyperventilating or anything that includes losing breath, you cut off circulation to the brain so it’ll definitely pack on a headache,” Hen expertly explains and Natalia nods along.

“That young man that was trapped with her asked my partner if we could make sure she got some just in case. He seems to know you and your panic attacks very well,” Hen tells us as she points over at Joe and I blush lightly.

“He’s been with me though all of them,” I shyly reply and she smiles up at me before she starts to put some stuff back in her bag.

“Well I’m glad you have someone to help you though. Not everyone does. Now get some rest, you’ll definitely feel a little drained,” Hen says as she finishes putting her stuff in her bag.

“Oh, she will be,” Natalia promises, making Hen smile softly as she stands, nodding before she leaves us be.

“He’s looking over here at you,” Natalia jokingly taunts me.

“I’m sure he’s only-” I start to again deny anything, but she cuts me off.

“Here he comes,” she excitedly tells me with a smile and I shake my head in disbelief at her.

“Hey. How’s she doing?” Joe asks her as he walks up to us.

“The paramedic said she’s doing just fine. She just suggested that she rests after the whole ordeal,” Natalia explains to him and I roll my eyes.

“Talia, I have work in the morning. Most rest I’ll be getting is an hour's sleep at the most now,” I retort with annoyance clear in my voice.

“What! But-” she goes to reprimand me, but she stops when a hand gets placed on her shoulder.

“Natalia, I got this. We’ll see you soon okay?” Joe softly asks her and she sighs before nodding.

“You make her rest, you hear me?” she asks him and he chuckles, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you worry. I definitely will be,” he promises her and she nods one last final time.

“Good. Well then, I’ll leave you guys alone. Y/n, I better not see you on set at all today, got it?” she asks when she turns back to me and I sigh, nodding.

“Good. Now go and get really rested up. I’ll see you soon,” Natalia finalizes with a smile before nodding and walking away.

“Come on. Let’s get you home. You need rest,” Joe comments as he holds his hand out for me.

“But J, I really need to just go home and change,” I reply and he shakes his head.

“Why are you so stubborn? Let’s just get going, come on,” he groans out as he pulls me up and pulls me into his side as we start to walk.

“Sweetheart…” Joe sighs out as we start to see his car and I let out a hum.

“Please just call in sick. I’m sure the brothers will be okay with it. You really had a big one and need the rest,” Joe pleads with me as we get closer and closer to the car.

“J. I’ll be okay. I’ve made it on set with only an hour’s worth of sleep before. I can live off of none at all,” I joke and he stops us, pulling my hand to make me stop.

“Please just call in sick,” he begs again and I sigh, letting go of his hand to start walking without him.

“J. Really, I’ll be okay,” I tell him as I now stand next to the car and I hear him groan in frustration.

Suddenly I’m being pulled around and I look up into his eyes. I look at him in confusion with my lips parted from the light squeak I’d let out. I stare into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes that seem to be infused with a light green that I’d never noticed before and lose all thought as I only see pure worry swirling around.

“J… I’m okay…” I whisper out and he sighs, shaking his head.

He doesn’t even say a word, but I let out a confused hum as he lightly pushes me against the car. His hands now find my waist as his lips find mine and my arms come up around his neck. He kisses me for a moment before pulling away, sighing as he leans his forehead against mine.

“Let me reword that. Call in sick, stay home with me and we’ll cuddle all day and just spend the day together letting you rest,” he pleads with me one more time and then it clicks for me.

“Okay… I think that we can do…” I whisper out and he slowly grins.

“Yeah?” he asks and I smile, pecking his lips.

“Yeah. Let’s go home,” I confirm and now all the worry has seemingly left his body.

“Ok then. Let’s go home,” he happily agrees as he goes to pull away.

“Wait,” I call out as I pull him back in.

“What?” he asks and I just smirk at him.

“I want another kiss,” I tell him as I rub my thumb along his cheek and he chuckles.

“Okay…” he agrees before pulling me back into another kiss, but all too soon he pulls away again and I’m left groaning, making him laugh.

“Come on, you nut. Let’s get you home,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“But I want more kisses,” I whine out and he shakes his head as he opens my door.

“You can steal all the ones you want when we get home,” he tells me as I get in and I grin up at him.

“You promise?” I playfully ask him and he chuckles, shaking his head again.

“I swear on my life, sweetheart,” he promises before closing my door and running around to his side.

“And you wanted to take the stairs…” he jokes with a playful roll of his eyes as he starts the car.

“Oh…! You…” I call out in my shock as I smack his arm and he chuckles.

“Hey. I’m just stating the truth,” he shrugs and I smile at him as I cuddle up to his arm.

“Oh, would you just be quiet,” I roll my eyes at him and he chuckles again as he continues to drive.

The End

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salty-croissants · 1 year ago

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Heya! Just hear me out:

When their s/o buys matching hoodies (w/ Bullfrog & Rayman/Ramon)

Thank you for the request !

This is a really wholesome and original idea of a prompt , I really enjoyed writing it :D

I apologize for the long wait , but it’s been a very , very busy week , and I’ve been feeling a bit too tired to write anything the past days … sorry about that ;(

Anyway , I hope this turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

When you come back home and show him the matching hoodies you got while you were outside , Bullfrog is definitely very surprised :

I honestly don’t think he has ever received something like this as a gift , so expect him to be especially enthusiastic .

< Merci beaucoup my dear , it looks so nice ! >

< Haha , you’re welcome sweetie !

I just couldn’t help myself : the idea of sharing some matching clothing with you sounded amazing to be honest ~ >

This frog will have the brightest smile on his face when you’re both wearing the matching hoodies …

He just can’t stop gushing about how much he likes his and just how cute you look in yours , it never fails to make you smile ://)

The other Ghosts have seen you two with the matching hoodies occasionally , and while Dolph thinks it’s … well , maybe a bit too cheesy , Jade definitely supports you both , even suggesting more matching clothing you could get …

< Oh - you guys should definitely try wearing these !

I think you’d look super cute in them ! >

< *sigh* … please don’t encourage this . >

It’s especially nice when you’re in the safety of your home , cuddling under the comforting warmth of the hoodies and just enjoying each other’s company …

< y/n , thanks again for this hoodie … I just love it ! >

< Don’t mention it … I just really wanted to do something nice for you , y’know ?

If anyone deserves that , it’s you . >

< Aw , venez ici mon amour ~ >

< Heyy - hahah , that tickles honey ! ~ >

Rayman 🧡

To say that Rayman is happy about your gift would be an understatement :

the fact that you decided to surprise him with a matching hoodie just to see him smile is enough to make his daily stress caused by his job disappear for a few precious minutes …

< So uh , do you like it ? I wasn’t sure about the color at first , I thought it might be a bit too much , but these were the last matching hoodies they had left , and - >

< Like it ?

y/n , I love it ! You couldn’t have chosen better ! >

Rayman is already a big fan of spoiling you , so as soon as he understands that you’re into matching clothing you better believe that he’s going to buy you a lot more of them in the future … maybe exaggerating a little sometimes , but he just wants to do all he can to make you feel loved and appreciated .

< Woah - Ray what happened ? You look like you just bought an entire store ! >

< Uff - it’s okay , I just gotta carry these inside … gimme a second … >

< Hold on , let me help you …

I really appreciate you getting me all these gifts honey , but maybe don’t get so many next time : I don’t want you to hurt yourself carrying them around ! >

< Heh … you’re right , you’re right …

I just couldn’t help myself : you deserve all the best things I could possibly give you . >

< Pfft … you’re always so sweet , thank you ~ >

< Anything for you , y/n ~ >

When you’re separated during the day , Rayman likes to carry his hoodie with him and keep it by his side when he’s at work : just looking at it makes him feel so happy to have a loving partner like you , you truly are the best thing that’s ever happened to him ❤️

He loves it whenever the two of you are outside wearing the matching hoodies , it’s like a nice little way of showing to everyone around that his heart belongs to you and you alone …

Also if you ever feel worried about him getting embarrassed by it , Rayman is quick to make your anxiety go away .

< That’s nonsense darling … this isn’t just any hoodie , it’s a gift from you , and that makes it all the more special : I could never get embarrassed by it ! >

Ramon 🖤

Okay , so Ramon might get … pretty worried at the thought that you went to buy something , especially without him :

he’s the one who is supposed to watch over you , plus Eden knows who you are … they could’ve taken the opportunity to capture you and do horrible things to you .

�� however , he can’t bring himself to be actually angry .

< I’m sorry Ram … I just wanted to do something nice for you , you’ve been looking down lately and I thought … >

< No - no no , I like the hoodie y/n , I do … it was very sweet of you to do this for me .

Still , please remember that Eden is on the hunt for us , you can’t just go outside without a way to protect yourself .

Just … be more careful next time , okay ?

I love you , and I can’t bare the thought of you getting hurt … >

< I love you too , sweetie … I’ll be more careful , I promise . >

Sometimes , Ramon is going to hold the hoodie and just … stare at it , quietly reflecting to himself :

you put your life on the line to get it for him … you risked getting hurt , all to give him a gift that could make him happy …

While that thought worries him , he just can’t help but smile a little in front of your sheer dedication to make him smile .

It can get very cold in the hiding place you’re both staying in , so you and Ramon definitely cuddle while wearing the hoodies :

they’re so warm and cozy … they really make those little moments of affection even better .

< Are you comfortable like this , y/n ? >

< Mhm … couldn’t be better ~ >

It’s not rare for you to stumble upon a sleeping Ramon using the hoodie as a blanket , and he just looks … so cute ;//;

He often has trouble sleeping , so having your gift so close to him definitely helps him relax … not as much as actually holding you , of course , but it’s still nice !

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lady-wallace · 3 months ago

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Whumptober Day 8: Sleep Deprivation

More Obey Me! for today's @whumptober prompt. It felt so good to write Wing fic again ^_^

Prompt: Sleep deprivation Fandom: Obey Me! Nightbringer Character: Lucifer

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Sleep Deprivation

Lucifer seems to be in a particularly bad mood lately. Maybe it has something to do with all of the black feathers blowing around. (Protagonist POV)

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It was never outside the realm of possibility to expect total chaos when arriving at the House of Lamentation, but even I had to admit that I hadn’t seen it this bad for a while.

As soon as I came in the door there was loud music playing, but even that couldn’t cover the sound of arguing.

“Who gave you the right to eat my pudding!” Satan’s voice roared from the parlor.

“You were so busy reading your book I didn’t think you wanted it!”

Mammon rushed around the corner, looking behind and under things. “Gotta be here somewhere.”

“Are you looking for something?” I called to him.

He shot up instantly, a suspicious grin on his face. “Ah, hey Helena. No, not really. Just, um, inspecting the mansion. You know.”

“Did Lucifer take your credit card again.”

“Yeah, actually about that, you wouldn’t have to have some extra money lying around—”

“For the last time, turn the bloody music down! I’m trying to read!”

The dull sound of impact followed Asmodeus screaming.

“You just made me spill my nail polish everywhere!”

“You shouldn’t be doing your nails on the couch anyway!” Satan snarled. “Now turn it down!”

I ignored Mammon and headed past him toward the parlor just in time to see Satan about to heave a lamp in Asmo’s direction.

“Hey, that’s enough!” I snapped and crossed to the stereo, turning the music way down. “What is going on here?”

“Helena, save me!” Asmo cried as he jumped off the couch.

“Put it down, Satan,” I commanded.

He made an annoyed sound but set the lamp down.

“It seems pretty early for you to be at each other’s throats,” I commented blandly. “Where is Lucifer?”

“Oh, about that,” Asmo started.

“He got mad at dinner last night and we haven’t seen him since,” Beel commented.

“Considering everything, I’m sure he had good reason.”

“Actually, he’s just been kind of crabby for the last couple days,” Mammon said from where he was peeking under couch cushions. “Have you noticed?”

I frowned. It was true that Lucifer had seemed on edge, but he was always pushing himself too hard. If he hadn’t shown up yet, maybe he was finally sleeping in—although I found that hard to believe considering the noise. Only Belphie could sleep through that.

“I guess he has seemed a little more tired than usual.”

“No, he’s just being an asshole like usual,” Satan snorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, Helena’s right, he did seem particularly exhausted last night,” Asmo said. “Maybe he’s sick or something.”

“I’ll go check on him,” I volunteered, a little worried myself now.

“Just be careful,” Mammon warned. “You know how he gets in his moods. But, if you could ask him where my credit card is…”

I ignored him and left the room, heading toward the stairs. I nearly bumped into Levi on the way. He was standing on the top of the stairs, looking at something in his hands.

“What’s that?”

“Ahh! Oh, Helena, it’s you,” he said, startling slightly. “I’ve just been finding these feathers everywhere the last couple days. I thought it was strange—I have no idea where they came from.”

I reached out and took the feather from his hands to inspect it. It was long and black, bigger than any bird feather I had ever seen….

A sudden suspicion wormed its way into my head. “Levi, have you seen Lucifer today?”

He shook his head quickly. “M-mn. He stormed off at dinner last night after yelling at everyone and locked himself in his room.” His eyes suddenly widened. “Wait…you think these might be his feathers?”

“I don’t know,” I said slowly, running the feather through my hands. “I’m going to go see him.”

“Oh, please be careful! If…if he gets really mad at you, just scream—I’ll come save you!”

I smiled. “Thanks, Levi. But I’m not afraid of Lucifer. I have a feeling he’s just a bit under the weather.”

I continued down the hall to the oldest brother’s room. As I looked down, I could see several more feathers of varying sizes collected around the gap at the bottom of the door. I frowned, worry settling heavier in my stomach as I raised my hand to knock.

“Lucifer?” I called. “It’s me…can I come in?”

There was the sound of shuffling from the other side of the door. “Helena? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I came by to help out with whatever you needed today, but I got worried when everyone said they hadn’t seen you since last night. Are you all right?”

“I’m busy,” came the curt reply.

“Then let me help you! You haven’t let me help you with work all week.”

There was a soft grunt of discomfort and more shuffling. “I just want to be alone right now.”

“Lucifer,” I coaxed, putting my foot down. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

There was no reply and the seconds stretched on interminably. Finally, I reached for the doorknob. “I’m coming in.”

“I didn’t give you permission to do that!”

The voice was slightly strained and that made me even more worried. “As your friend, and your assistant, who is worried about you, I’m coming in.”

There was a swift scramble as I opened the door and I sighed as I slipped in in, hearing the door to the adjoined bathroom close.

“Lucifer, please, I’m just trying…” I trailed off as my eyes landed on his bed. It was covered in black feathers, in fact, some of them were still lazily floating to the floor, presumably from Lucifer’s quick retreat.

“Lucifer, where did all the feathers come from?” I asked in shock.

“It’s none of your business. Now leave.”

“Not until I know if you’re okay,” I snapped, heading over to the bathroom door and standing firmly in front of it. “You’ve been so tired lately, more than usual. Are you sick?”

“No,” he snapped but the hoarse tone of his voice said differently.

I sighed and leaned my shoulder against the wall by the door. “Lucifer, please. I just want to help. At least let me see?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s nothing!”

“Lucifer, you’ve lost half your feathers, that’s not nothing!”

The door was finally wrenched open and I jerked upright, face to face with the eldest demon brother. I was surprised to see just how disheveled he looked. Lucifer was always so put together, but today he was only wearing his slacks and his black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were red-rimmed and had dark circles under them as if he hadn’t slept for three days.

But despite that, I couldn’t help but notice his wings. They drooped at his back, patchy and ragged. Since he usually hid them out of convenience, I hadn’t seen them for a few days and, well, they looked pretty bad.

“I’m molting,” he snapped, jaw tight. “That’s all. Nothing to concern yourself with. Happy?”

“Oh,” I said, realization dawning. “I didn’t realize demons molted.”

“Well, only if they have feathered wings,” Lucifer gritted out. He pushed past me and went to sit on the bed. “But it’s a very uncomfortable process and I would like you to leave me alone.” He attempted to reach behind him, scratching at one of his wings, before growling in frustration as he couldn’t seem to reach the right spot.

I stepped forward. “Can I help? It must be hard to reach—”

“I said it’s nothing to concern yourself with!” Lucifer snapped hoarsely, smothering a cough with his hand.

I frowned, noticing a slight flush to his face and boldly reached out to press my palm to his forehead. He jerked away in indignation, but I’d already found out what I needed to.

“You have a fever,” I chided.

“I am fine,” he insisted stubbornly, pressing his back against the bed post and gritting his teeth in frustration as he rubbed his wings against it. He pulled away quickly though as I continued to stare at him, glowering in indignation, hands clenching in his lap.

“You’re sick,” I stated. “Which means I am obligated to take care of you.”

“It means no such thing!” he tried to scratch at his wings again, shoulders shifting uncomfortably. He finally growled and reached for the lower wing on his right side, wrenching it around and digging his fingers into the sparse feathers. I glanced over his shoulder and saw the raw skin on his wings where the feathers had been.

“Lucifer, stop; you’re hurting yourself,” I said, reaching out to grab his wrist in concern.

“Don’t touch me!” he swatted my hand to the side.

I huffed in annoyance. “This really has put you in a bad mood, hasn’t it? The others said you yelled at all of them last night.”

“You think they didn’t deserve it?”

“I think despite what your brothers say you’re not usually this upright.”

“Yes, well, the…the itching—it’s infuriating!” Lucifer cried, digging his fingernails harder into his wing, scratching until he winced.

I reached out and grabbed hold of his wrist again. “Stop!”

He froze, both of us staring each other down, but I refused to let this one go.

“I know you hate accepting help,” I said as he continued to glower at me. “But just this once, let me do something for you.”

The staring contest continued for another long second before he finally shut his eyes and sighed heavily, his wings twitching in discomfort. “It would be more helpful if you just made sure the others don’t burn the house down while I’m…indisposed.”

I smirked. “I can do that and take care of you. Just let me collect a few things, then I’ll be back, okay?”

He grunted and I left the room. I wasn’t really sure what I was looking for, so I pulled out my D.D.D. and texted Barbatos, thinking that he would probably be the most likely to help.

After explaining the situation he offered to bring some stuff over to the House of Lamentation that would hopefully help Lucifer in his recovery.

I headed back downstairs to make sure nothing else was falling apart but things thankfully seemed quiet for the moment.

Asmo found me on his way up the stairs. “Oh, Helena, did you get to talk to Lucifer?”

I nodded. “He’s a bit under the weather at the moment. I’m making sure that he rests.”

Asmo smiled softly. “He must really like you if he’s willing to listen. I hope he feels better soon though.”

“Me too,” I replied.

I headed down to the foyer to wait for Barbatos and when the demon butler finally showed up I went to meet him.

“Thank you so much for bringing this over,” I said with a grateful smile.

“Of course, Helena, I hope that Lucifer will be feeling better soon,” he handed over the bag as he explained the contents. “It’s best to brush out all the loose feathers and once you’re done with that, there’s an ointment that will help soften the skin around the new feathers coming in. If the skin gets dry, it’s very itchy and uncomfortable. There’s also a tea that will help his fever.”

“Is it common for someone to get sick while molting?”

“Fairly common, actually. It takes a lot of energy to grow new feathers. It would be best to make sure Lucifer has some nutrient rich meals while he recovers. I’ll send over some recipes later, if you wish.”

“I really appreciate it, Barbatos,” I said gratefully.

“Let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help,” the butler said with a small nod before he left. “I’m sure Lucifer will be well looked-after in your hands.”

I first went to make a cup of the tea then brought that up to Lucifer with the rest of the stuff.

He was still sitting dejectedly on the bed, an annoyed frown on his face as he tried to reach his wings, back arching in discomfort.

“Alright, no more of that,” I told him firmly, handing him the tea. “Drink this.”

“What is it?” he asked suspiciously.

“Tea for your fever and sore throat,” I told him as I took the other items from the bag and set them on his side table.

Lucifer eyed them suspiciously as he sipped the tea. “While I appreciate you bringing these for me, you don’t need to help me further.”

“And you’re going to be able to brush all of your wings out by yourself?”

He glowered and I raised my eyebrow pointedly. “I’ll manage,” he lied.

I rolled my eyes and picked up the fluffy brush Barbatos had brought. “Not today, you won’t. I’m here to help, and you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

He looked indigent, but I simply motioned him backwards. “Why don’t you get comfortable? This will probably take a while.”

After some obvious inward struggle, Lucifer finally sighed, his shoulders slumping in pure exhaustion. “Fine. If you insist.”

He flopped into the middle of his bed a bit petulantly, wrapping his arms around one of his pillows as he settled on his stomach. I climbed up beside him and settled the first of his four wings across my lap.

“I’m going to start by brushing out the loose feathers,” I told him as I wielded the brush. “Please let me know if I’m hurting you at all.”

I started at the base of his wing, moving slowly outward. His wing twitched in discomfort several times, but the feathers seemed to be coming out easily enough, leaving a pile of black around my knees.

“How often does this happen?” I asked him.

Lucifer huffed. “Every few years. It’s…abysmal.”

He sounded so tired it went to my heart. “I imagine it’s hard to sleep, especially if they itch so badly.”

“It’s the new feathers coming in that are the worst,” Lucifer grumbled into his pillow. “It’s like cutting a thousand teeth at the same time.”

I winced. “That doesn’t sound very nice.”

I could see the new feathers coming in, little black buds breaking through pale skin. A lot of the areas looked dry, some red and irritated from Lucifer’s scratching. I tried to be as careful around those areas as possible, knowing how sensitive they must be.

Thankfully, though, Lucifer seemed to be relaxing more and more into his pillow by the time I finished the wings on his right side.

“That’s that side done,” I said, getting off the bed in a flurry of feathers attached to my skirt as I moved around to his other side and continued the process.

Lucifer made a soft sigh as he turned his face toward my direction, eyes half closed. “It actually…feels pretty nice,” he admitted tiredly.

I smiled as I continued brushing. “I’m glad I could help a little bit. Barbatos also gave me a salve to help the new feathers grow in.”

Lucifer hummed softly, eyes sliding shut. I finished up the last of the brushing and reached for the little pot of cream.

“I’m going to use the cream now, so it might be a little uncomfortable,” I told him in warning.

He nodded into the pillow and I opened the pot to an herbal smell, taking some onto my fingers. I started to spread it over the bare patches of skin on the arms of Lucifer’s wings. He flinched initially.

“It’s cold,” he grumbled.

“Sorry,” I apologized, continuing to work it in with my fingers, careful around the new buds of feathers coming through the skin. Lucifer twitched in discomfort a couple times during the process, but he seemed to relax again after a while.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

He gave a soft hum. “Not bad,” he admitted. “They actually don’t itch nearly as much now.”

“Good.” I continued applying the salve to all of his wings and finally closed up the pot and set it aside.

“Feeling any better now?”

Lucifer glanced up at me, raising his head slightly from the pillow. “I actually do.” He admitted before looking down. “Helena…thank you. I know I’m not easy to deal with but…I appreciate you and your stubbornness.”

I smiled fondly and reached out to squeeze his hand briefly. “I’m just glad you’re feeling a little better. I would be happy to come back tomorrow and do the same thing.”

His even breathing told me that he had simply fallen asleep. My heart warmed at the sight, glad he could finally rest peacefully. I pulled a blanket over him before I left and quietly closed the door behind me.

Now I just had to make sure the rest of the brothers would be quiet enough to let Lucifer sleep for the rest of the day.

#whumptober2024 #no.8 #sleep deprivation #obey me!#fanfic #wing fic #molting #lucifer obey me #original female character #obey me mc #stubborn lucifer #sick lucifer obey me #fluff

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promitto-amor · 1 year ago

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Opportunity

It's been a WHILE since I was on Tumblr, but I find myself inspired to write and Mark Hoffman reappeared in Saw X at the most opportune time...

Summary: Mark Hoffman has a special interest in the Rook at his precinct. After she blows off post-work drinks for a date, Hoffman can't let the opportunity to make a move pass by when she turns up at the bar with a familiar date.

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x Ivy Reeves (original character)

Warnings: Language!

There aren't nearly enough Mark Hoffman fics out there so this is my contribution. Who doesn't like a jealous Hoffman hmm? Ivy is mine from a fanfic I never finished years and years ago. I've brought her back for this one shot because she needed a name for this fic to work. Please feel free to insert your own name! This is pretty PG for me! Also I will forever headcanon that Adam lived. 👀

Mark didn’t like work drinks. Ever since he had been converted, the thought of alcohol always turned his stomach to lead. The temptation to once more travel down the path of blackout nights was always too great and Mark had to keep his wits about him.

He couldn’t afford to slip up. One slip up could spell the end for him.

Clenching his fist around the non-alcoholic beer that had sat in front of him for the last hour, Hoffman surveyed the throng of drinkers. Among them was Fisk, his occasional partner and first Detective on the Jigsaw case. A man that was too simple for this world, simple enough to have achieved the rare feat of never prompting Jigsaw to put him in a trap. Beside him was Rigg, a future victim, but for now Rigg could live his life in the ignorance that his time was being drained as fast as his third drink. Kerry looked how Mark felt. She’d spent most of the night staring at her gin, too down about Eric Matthews to be in much of a social mood, despite Rigg’s encouragements.

It seems that Matthews himself really was the life of the party. Too bad he’s stuck in some cell of Jigsaw’s making to join them for Friday night drinks.

The only other person who could have made the night somewhat better would have been Ivy. The youngest on their serial killer task team, Ivy had taken to staying late, volunteering to take on swabbing through the heaps of evidence recovered from the latest game. Whether this was due to a morbid fascination with Jigsaw’s modus operandi, or ambition to get ahead in her job, Mark wasn’t sure. But it certainly made the nights when he had to stay late less lonely. With his fellow co-workers becoming more despondent since Matthew’s disappearance, Ivy’s lack of inter-work relationships was refreshing.

Ivy made the best coffee in the office and was the only person to remember that Mark took his coffee black.

A body slumps down beside him, Fisk leans in close to him. “Reckon I’ll be able to get two weeks off?”

“You planning a vacation?” Mark tips back his glass and tries to finish it, but there’s too much left to down in one.

“Thinking of it.” Fisk admits, “I feel like things might be slowing down. I know we had one last week but…hey doesn’t look like anything big is planned.”

“Could just be a matter of time.”

“Maybe,” Fisk grins. “All the more reason to be out of the city when it happens.”

Mark would like to trap him for that alone, but sadly if he could have left New Jersey and Jigsaw behind, he would have been in Europe by now. There was a time when he thought about it. Around the time Ivy had become more present in the Jigsaw case, Mark had allowed himself to fantasise about starting a new life in another country. A new face and a warm smile to wake up next to. But John’s recent resilience across the border in Mexico had proved Mark will never be free until Jigsaw and his puppet apprentice were both dead.

Fisk casts a look round the bar, “Where’s the rook tonight?”

“You’ve gotta stop calling her that.”

”I know,” Fisk nods. “Force of habit, besides she is still new to the task force.”

“Even so she’ll punch you for that soon.”

“I notice you’re avoiding my question.”

Fisk is eying him and so Mark has no choice but to grumble out, “She has a date.”

“Interesting.” Fisk enunciates every syllable and leans back on his bar stool. “Any idea who?”

“No.” Mark seriously considers ordering a shot, “That’s all I know.”

“Good for her.” Fisk says, “For making sure she has a life. Important that, you know?”

Mark’s known him long enough to get the hint, “I’m fine, Fisk.”

“I know,” Fisk says again, his eyes now on Kerry. “I guess better to be single than caught up with a married colleague.”

Maybe John would allow Fisk to be trapped on the basis of being a gossip?

The bar door opens a couple of times as Fisk continues to chatter about a variety of topics. Mark offers one worded answers whenever suitable. On the fourth time the bar door opened, Adam Stanheight walks through the door. He doesn’t know who Mark is, but Mark knows the wannabe PI well.

This kind of dive bar is where he’d expect Stanheight to frequent. A place where lost souls gather to watch the same generic rock bands, play pool and eventually hook up. Exactly why Mark’s precinct usually favours it. Easy to get lost in the flow of people that gather. It is not the sort of place anyone should bring Ivy Reeves on a date.

She slides in after Adam. Rigg spots her immediately and sends her an enthusiastic wave. Ivy pauses on seeing her coworkers, whispers something to Adam and he too looks over. Adam’s eyes dart from Rigg to Ivy and on her taking his hand the two make their way to the bar. Mark notes Ivy puts as much distance between their position and her position at the bar as possible.

Fisk’s eyes are watching everything unfold, “Isn’t that-“

“Yeah.”

“From the bathroom game.”

“Yes.”

“The one that just appeared.”

Ivy had been the one to speak with a nearly dead Adam Stanheight, who appeared at the Angel of Mercy hospital at some godforsaken hour. He’d been dumped in an empty bed and hooked up to an IV with saline solution. Apparently it had given the nurses quite the scare and when all Adam could say was the word ‘bathroom’, the hospital had been quick to call in the Jigsaw task force.

Mark knows who freed Adam. He’d heard the same rant from Amanda over and over about how interfering Doctors should stay in their lanes.

On that rare occasion, Mark had agreed with her.

Ivy’s eyes track across the room and Mark hopes she might be looking for him. Taking the opportunity before him Fisk calls out, beckoning Ivy over. Mark waits for her to find him and once she has Mark offers her a small nod. She looks away and her hand subconsciously tugs at her top. When she turns back to them Ivy holds up a finger and Fisk shoots a smirk at him.

“What are the odds?”

“She can date whoever she likes.”

“Never said she couldn’t” Fisk is watching him like Mark has become his favourite TV show. “You jealous?”

“She’s ten years or so younger.”

“So?”

“Shut it, Fisk.”

Ivy accepts a drink from Adam, who hasn’t stopped talking since they arrived and takes a cautious sip. When she thinks it’s been long enough, she glances over at Mark again. He catches her eye again and this time, Ivy has little choice but to whisper in Adam’s ear and make her way over to them.

“Did you know we were coming here?” Fisk ask as soon as Ivy’s in earshot.

“No,” She says, leaning in close to hear Fisk over the chatter. “Adam knows this place, an ex-friend of his used to play here.”

“Hoffman’s been missing you.”

Mark’s definitely putting Fisk in a trap. Even if he has to lie about the reason. Ivy’s eyes slip back to him, “I doubt that. You all look like you’re having so much fun.”

“Sarcasm?” Mark asks and Ivy sends him a shy grin.

Adam sidles up behind her. He rubs the back of his neck, “Didn’t think I’d see you guys so soon.”

“How you doing?” Fisk starts up small talk with Adam, as if he really cares about his recovery. This leaves Mark the perfect opportunity to corner Ivy. He stands up and leans on the bar, blocking Fisk and Adam from her line of sight. “How’s the date?”

Ivy sips her drink. Her eyes look in all directions but at Mark as she searches for her answer. She’s uncomfortable. But for what reason? Is it because she’s out with a victim of the case she’s working? Mark doesn’t even know if that would count as a conflict of interest. Ivy finally answers in a voice low enough that Mark has to lean in, “Adam’s my usual type. He’s nice enough, made me laugh on our first date.”

Mark places his empty glass on the bar top. “But not enough on a second date?”

Ivy’s fingers tighten on her own glass, “I thought I would enjoy it more than I am.”

“What’s wrong then?”

She glances over at Kerry and Rigg, “I should say hello to them.” She glances back to him, as if asking permission.

Mark seizes the opportunity, “You knew we were going here. Did you convince him to take you here tonight?”

Mark didn’t need to be a Detective to read the guilt that washes over her. “I wasn’t feeling it much when I agreed to go out again. I thought if we came here, where you were, I’d have an easier way out.”

He presses in a little closer to her. Ivy’s eyes jump over his shoulder, like a skittish doe, no doubt checking on Adam. Mark knows he’s sizing her up, the dare evident in how he’s gotten so close to her. “Do you need a way out, Ivy?”

“No.” She balks and takes a step back. She tips her drink back, places the glass on the table and crosses the short distance to reclaim Adam from Fisk. She leads her ‘date’ over to the pool tables and Mark retakes his seat by Fisk.

“I like him.” Fisk announces, “He plays electric guitar.”

“He still stalking people and taking their pictures?”

Fisk shakes his head, “Didn’t ask, but I doubt it.”

Mark’s eyes stalk Ivy as she collects the pool cues. Adam is lining up the balls and then he’s leaning over Ivy, helping her break. Not that she needs help. Mark’s certain Ivy’s played before, judging by how she lines up her shot and pockets a stripe.

“I’m going home.” Mark announces, “Someone’s gotta be coherent in the morning.”

“Yeah, me too.” Fisk nods, “I’ll tell the others.”

Mark sidles over to the back exit, where he’ll deliberately pass by Ivy. She’s leaning against her pool cue, chalking up the end when Mark presses himself behind her to get past. “Your opportunity is leaving.” He murmurs in her ear, hands finding her waist. He knows it’s a cheap move, but Ivy tenses deliciously under his touch. He doesn’t care whether Stanheight is watching or not. Mark pushes open the back door and heads for his car, parked just a couple of feet away.

Thankful he’s made it another night without drinking, Mark puts the key in the ignition and waits a couple minutes. Just as he’s about to drive away, the backdoor opens. Ivy walks straight for his car, opens the passenger door and climbs in.

Mark leans back in the driver’s seat and waits for her to speak.

“Just take me home, Mark.”

“I don’t know where you live.”

She turns her head to face him, “Yes, you do.”

Mark sets off. He lets the silence linger between them as Ivy plays with her fingers. The small bag she’s been carrying around all night is on her lap. Mark can tell the silence is eating at her, but she’s too stubborn to speak first. When they are less than five minutes away, Mark gives her some mercy. “What did you say to get away?”

“I said forensics had found something.” She heaves a sigh and runs a hand over her face, smudging some of her mascara. She’s still beautiful to Mark.

“Why’d you lie?”

“Because I wanted to be with you.”

Her admission unsettles him as much as it pleases him. To have won another kind of game, one Mark has rarely ever let himself play is thrilling. He could see how it could become addictive, but Mark isn’t going to be smug about it. Not much. “I didn’t think you’d entertain the idea of someone like me.”

It should be more of a warning than it is. He should be pulling over, telling her to get out. Mark knows he should do everything he can to make her hate him. But Mark can only resist one temptation tonight.

Ivy doesn’t answer as he pulls up outside her apartment block. Mark smirks as the cliche, loaded question leaves him, “Do you want me to walk you upstairs or are you good?”

Finally, she looks at him, “Do you want to?”

He bites back a growl. “Of course I fucking want to.” He says, holding onto the last remnants of his restraint. “You’ve been on my mind all fucking night, Reeves.”

She reacts at once, climbing across the gearbox and onto his lap. Mark just pushes the seat back in time as Ivy settles herself. His hands don’t know where to hold, his bravado from earlier abandons him when Ivy is bearing down on him in all areas. She looks down at him for a second and then her lips are on his.

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How tempted I was to keep this going, but sometimes a tease is better than full smut no? You can let your imaginations go wild from here. 😈

#mark hoffman #hoffman saw #mark hoffman saw #saw movie #saw x #mark hoffman x original characters #poor Adam can't catch a break!#saw #saw franchise #fanfic #jealous!hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #fanfiction

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alkasden · 3 months ago

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Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

Roleplayer name: Nine

Roleplayer pronouns: She/Her

Muse name(s): Alkas & Imp Nine (TBA) / Rosie (In another blog)

▼ More under the cut cause this is a bit long.

Preferred communication: Tumblr. Unless we plot some stuff together and I’m comfortable with you then I’d move to discord but often I won’t initiate on friend requests cause I’m shy. You'll likely have to be the one to send it or bring it up.

Experience: Been on and off RPing since I was able to type on a PC, so a bit over 20+ years ranging from chatrooms to paragraph forums to MMOs to Discord to Tumblr and even some VR thrown in there. Though I’ve helped run a lot of writing groups, I led one for several years that I retired from which was aimed at helping newer RPers learn the ropes based out of an MMO. My reasoning for retiring was simply a lot of pressure as it was around 500+ members at the time and my interest in the MMO was dying out. Though I’ve recently returned to Tumblr, before the nsfw purge I ran fanfiction and headcanon blogs for various fandoms and some light RPing. So I have a lot of scattered experience in fandoms and OC works.

Preferred roleplay type: I’m very flexible honestly as I’ll mirror who I’m vibing with whether it be just dialogue back and forth or paragraphs or even novellas! I don’t mind mixing up genres either as they are welcome to respond to me at their preferred type even if I’m not matching though I’ll often try to match to not pressure them.

Pet peeves & dealbreakers: Honestly, after leading a group of teaching beginners in writing there is not a lot that bothers me. I think a pet peeve I could say that really irks me is metagaming in the sense of not letting me play my character at all and basically writing out all my character’s actions for me unless discussed upon ooc for that scene.

Deal breakers for me are pretty common ones found in roleplaying. I will not tolerate someone claiming exclusivity over me as an RP partner and not allowing me to RP with others. I also tend to play combative or villain characters so someone forcing me to change them just so they can interact is really not something I can do with the exception of censoring certain topics or content for the sake of ooc comfort!

Loose example: I will not make my character nicer just so you can bang them (this one comes from the experience of being asked this more than once in past experiences before Alkas). Gotta earn that development if you want it. Otherwise, I’m all for toxic dynamics and bad endings.~

Other than that, making sure there’s a clear line between IC and OOC is a must. I am not my character and I will dip into themes I do not always see as okay morally.

Best time to write: I work as a 24/7 in-home caregiver, so honestly anytime is good for me. I have to occasionally leave my PC unexpectedly as I’m always on call and I also am awake at odd hours that shift everyday, so I cannot predict a schedule.

Are you like your muse? Personality wise? Heck no, Alkas is almost my polar opposite which is partially the intention. She’s very rude and abrasive and combative to the point she’s unreasonable and aggressively insecure. I think I would cry if I ever acted like she does to another person.

Of course, there are some parts of myself I have in her personality like we’re both Aromantic (though she’s Hypersexual on top of that and I’m Asexual (sex-positive). We both tend to be really awkward when it comes to actual friendships and keeping up with them, too. I also did put her living life close to mine since it was a RL reference just to make it easier on myself in her birthplace and ethnicity. Though I don’t know a lot about motorcycles, I certainly am going to be getting one soon and of course, I love greasers.

Physical wise? I shamefully admit her human form (and body type) is greatly based on myself. You never see it though, so it’s fineee.

For my imp, she's the gremlin that lives in my head based on intrusive and impulsive thoughts. For Rosie, I just try to stick to canon, so kinda in the kind motherly vibe cause people sometimes say I'm like that I guess?

Tagged by: @the-delightful-temptation (Thankies for the tag!)

Tagging: ANYONE THAT SEES THIS cause I’m too shy to tag anyone aaa!! -hides-

#ninerambles #ninememe

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alastor-simp-page · 5 months ago

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The Deal/Chains Prompt Charlastor - A little peek

I feel so bad. I wasn't able to finish it in time but I gotta put something out. I'm scrambling to finish it. Yippee! It's definitely interesting...I'm trying out a new writing style.

They're a bit OOC but I was inspired. And well, you all voted for Charlie owning Alastor's soul so that's what I'm trying to craft. This is for sure steering into dubious territory.

You walked into the room as anyone does. With such a simple action as that, I can glean enough information to know what I’m walking into. Gait, pace, smile or lack of, the way your chest rises and falls. Your eyes looked everywhere but me. Curious. You were the one to ask for me after all. And here you were, rubbing your bare arm and practically stumbling over your feet.

Wearing a dress shirt with suspenders? Quite a curious thing for a lady of your stature. The way your hair falls over your shoulder tells me you had your nails digging into your scalp not even seconds ago.

I suppose being the Princess of Hell was no small feat. And meeting the Radio Demon? No wonder you’re a wreck. A beautiful mess if that’s what I could call you?

I stand, as it's the gentlemanly thing to do and put my arm out for you. I grin, “Why, hello there, darling. You must be Princess Charlotte! Correct?” You simply smile up at me, that sort of nervous one where the smile doesn’t quite reach the eyes.

“Yep, yep!” You say and quickly take my hand. Your hand is soft and warm, something that would melt in my grip if I grasped it too long. You let go far too soon, letting my hand fall back to my side. “But I go by Charlie. Just Charlie now,” You insist. I arch a brow. A name either meant to deny her parents wishes or to establish some sort of dominance in the hierarchy with a male name. I don’t pry, it's rude, after all!

The fire in the fireplace roars in agony, tinting your blonde waves in a crimson glow, the same hue of those naive eyes. “So…um,” You kick your feet, something to distract you from your words. I understand, darling. My finger swirls around the sphere of my radio cane. An unfortunate habit I’ve contracted. “My Dad set up this meeting and well, I’m sure you know what it's about, right?”

Not simply your Dad…the King of Hell, the Little Guy downstairs as those upstairs liked to call him. Of course, I knew what it was about. It didn’t take a genius to ask around with that ever so charming (and sinister) smile of mine. Your little passion project: that ridiculous hotel. Redeeming the damned! There’s a reason why Purgatory was disbanded.

I decided not to tell you that. See if you slip up or leave a few details out. I’m sure you will or you may blabber on for an eternity. “No, I have not, Charlie” is what I answered.

You let out a little squeal and start pawing through your bag. Oh dear, this may have been a mistake. My ears perk up at that sound unwillingly, those blasted things. However that little squeal, that little sound, it's so enticing. I wonder how many sounds I can entice out of you by the time I’m done with you? Don’t you think so, dear Charlie? Make you scream? Cry? Moan my name?

No, no, no. I’m getting quite too far ahead of myself. I haven’t even seen what you want. What our relationship pans out to be! Hah! Not that it isn’t hard to guess: help. Something a darling little damsel in distress needs I suppose?

You started to ramble on, “So…the Happy Hotel is all about redeeming sinners and I really…” I’m half listening to you. The rest of my senses devoted to the way you practically danced as you talked. The way you swirled and twirled, gripping the papers in your grasp, pictures drawn from the likes of a 4 year old high on Coca-Cola. It was your drawings, I knew, crudely crafted and having the right to be hung in a modern art museum. Still adorable nonetheless.

However I’m sure no drawings, no art pieces, and no paintings could ever fully illustrate you. The artist would never pick the right color for the rose of your cheeks nor capture the flow of your hair. And certainly never capture that bubble of happiness you became.

You cared. Care, love, cherish, what alien words in a world such as Hell. And no more, the daughter of Sin itself. Spawn of the Devil and of the treacherous first woman: Lilith. You wanted to help sinners. The worst of the worst. It was almost laughable, downright absurd. You? Daughter of the deviled goat man who offered the apple. Leading to sin taking a hold of the world? Guilt must be gnawing at your soul, the weight of your father’s actions falling onto your shoulders, the burden of family. Or simply because you cared? Because you wanted to help the worst of the worst have a chance to knock on the pearly gates? You’re a strange one, dear.

“So! What do you think, Alastor,” You ask. My name rolls off your tongue like it's etched there, like it belongs there. I rather like it.

I roll back my shoulders, hands twisting my bowtie into place. “It doesn’t matter what I think, dear.” It truly doesn’t. “Your father asked me to offer my services to you. So…do you require them?” Please say you do.

That bubbly demeanor of yours drops and flips your smile into a frown. “Well, I need to know if you believe in me or not.” You say. Fair enough.

I stand and cross around the coffee table. Your crimson eyes widen at the movement. I aim to surprise, I suppose. I plop myself down beside you and you simply stare at me, shifting an inch. There’s no need to be afraid of me, darling. Well, I suppose it's fair.

“Darling, what I’ve seen so far is a woman who deeply believes in her dream.” I mince my words, cutting them up in tasty pieces for you to devour. “There’s nothing more powerful than a person who cares. Truly cares about their cause. About their passion. And you seem to do just that.” I tap you on the shoulder. A small touch, nothing too much from stranger to stranger. I can see you’re listening, intently. Oh, you poor dear. Your eyes are wide, surprised. Has no one believed in you before? “Of course, I believe in you, Charlie!” I land it home, driving the stake in deep.

Oh, I can just see it through your glass porcelain face. You want someone to believe in you, don’t you? The way your rosy cheeks deepen in color tells me all I need. Hah, you’re desperate, aren’t you? Letting the Radio Demon of all people to encourage you?

“Thanks…” you say sheepishly. You’re bursting with joy. I know you are. You’re simply too ashamed to admit it. I can see it in the way you shift, look away, and how your chest heaves. You’re excited. Someone! Finally someone! You must think.

“Again, I’ll offer my services again. Your father wanted you to meet with me for…well, my popularity with my radio station, correct? Get the word out to folks?” I tell you. It is what your father had told me quite stiffly. I guess it must have been your idea, no doubt.

You rub your neck. You’re…unsure? I tilt my head. What are you about to do, dear? “Well, I said that at first but meeting you…I have a different idea.” I grin. You’re an interesting gal, aren’t you? Changing things up? Perhaps you’re less predictable than I previously thought.

“And what is that?” I lean in close and you lean away. My, my, my, you’re still a skittery little thing, aren’t you, darling?

“I think you’re a nice guy but my Dad doesn’t really like you at all. And well, he only trusts someone if they're on a leash,” You say. Oh dear. This is going in a direction that I would not go in. A leash? That only meant one thing and it wasn’t something I was willing to bargain for today.

“You are aware there’s little trust if one must be put on a leash for there to be trust,” I say. It’s true. A leash is a walking prison. Move from place to place, try as you will to stretch it and it will still yank you back.

You murmur to yourself, “I know…” However your eyes sparkle. “But I think you’re going to like my offer! A deal if you will!”

Deal? Now that’s what I wanted to hear! My specialty! My hands weave together, cracking a knuckle one by one. You stare. You’re unsure. That seems to be a theme which always etches your face. The way your eyes crinkle and how your lips twitch.

I have you just where I want you. I stab my cane into the floor, you flinch, and I rub my digit on the sphere where my good old mic blinks idly. “So, what are your terms, dear?” Words I plan to switch into: what are my terms.

Something flashes within your crimson eyes. Something beyond that naive little princess you are. I couldn’t catch it in time, it slipped just as quickly from my grasp. What was that? Perhaps nothing. I hope nothing.

You stare back. I can feel the pressure of your gaze seemingly pressing into the space between my eyes like the cold barrel of a rifle. You’re getting bolder by the minute aren’t you? You clear your throat and fold your hands neatly in your lap. How princess-y of you.

“My terms are that…” Your eyes dart away. Good. You’re nervous again. Just how I like you. “...you can assist me on a much more personal level if…” Well, go on! I’m listening, darling! We may have all eternity but all this stalling is getting rather out of hand. “...my Dad said I can only make you my hotelier if I own your soul,” You say.

(Subject to change)

#charlastor #radiobelle #hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie morningstar #fanfic #2nd person pov #hazbin hotel fanfic #charlastor week 2024 #charlie x alastor #soul deals

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keroppri · 7 months ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

ahh wickermayne!! thank you so much! ☺️🫶

i actually have exactly five published nh fics at the moment so i guess i'll promote them in the order they were first uploaded :D!!

1. A Summer's Delight

my first ever fanfic that let me express my adoration for both hinata and naruto~ the beach will forever remind me of this sweet summer love fanfic ;u; it was so much fun to write such absolute fluff 😚💖 embarrassingly sweet in the best way💕💕💕 i miss this story so much, i have nothing else to add to it but almost wish i did!! 🥺

2. Bunny and Fox

a story celebrating hinata and my first canon compliant story❤️ i'm actually nervous writing canon compliant anything in fear of getting details wrong but i do hope to write more of them soon!! i just gotta brush up on my naruto lore knowledge lol

3. thus a silenced memory

oHhhh baby, my biggest passion project to date all bcuz of my love for Jane Austen and Persuasion, and boy! how much i've learned and keep learning with this one!! it's been a surreal one to write and far more complicated than i was expecting at first so at times.. i'm struggling creatively but i have so much more to go and it's so exciting that there's so much to share!!! ch. 17 is in steady progress but i'm learning to take my time and be kinder to myself so it'll be up when it's up❤️

4. Omurice of Love

silly premise for a nh valentine's day fic, all inspired by my crazy coworkers and their thoughts on asking ur partner to be your Valentine lol another canon compliant fic! and writing pregnant Hinata was so sweet🥺 i actually... had a fic idea for mother's day but i haven't visited it since but i hope to soon💜

5. Welcome Home, Master!

my entry for NH month prompt: maid cafe ! i would have dug into it a bit more if i didn't write it so last minute but for what it is, it was really fun~ maid!Hinata was so embarrassingly awesome to write lol i loved every second of making her act that way hehe 😚🩷

welp, looking at this list means i gotta write more!!

i've been considering writing for another beloved fandom of mine so i'm excited about where that will take me when i find the chance to do so 🥰

thank you again for this!! :^)

#wickermayne #asks #naruhina fanfiction

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devotion-disorder · 1 year ago

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I'm planning on setting up an ask blog for my yandere ocs, do you have any tips for running a blog like that?

im not sure if im the best person to be asking about running an ask blog since im…frankly not doing a very good job at it, but i’m still happy to share some thoughts! take em with a grain of salt tho

I think one of the best things about running an ask blog is the collaborative aspect of it! As in, i dont often think of it as “people ask questions and i give answers” but rather “i am given prompts to deepen/ explore my characters”! So really its thanks to all the kind people who send asks to me to shape my ocs into who they are. this is kind of a horrible example but coke can Noel only became canon because of the whole small pp debacle LMAO Point is, i think it can be a fun way to figure stuff out along the way!!

With that said, its about a delicate balance of giving and withholding information. Sometimes im deliberately vague about key information to hopefully intrigue people into asking about it, eg: initially i only stated Noel has face-blindness but did not talk about how/when/why he got it or how that affects him. Once again, and fortunately, people were willing to engage with me and i get to release the lore organically bit by bit. This is not foolproof though, and you gotta lay down a foundation before others can build on it…i’ve received 100+ asks and not ONE person has asked about Kuuya’s right eye, but thats entirely my fault cause i never brought it up myself LOLL

Also i think its useful to diversify the type of content you put out! I originally planned to answer ALL asks with drawings but soon realised that was just impossible, hence i dabble in writing when im unable to draw. It also helps with burnout in general. Its a good way to keep up a regular posting schedule, which i find is very helpful in encouraging people to actually engage with you!

and lastly remember its your blog so its your rules babey!! go wild!! do whatever you want its literally your house. good luck and have fun!!

#anon #i also think very very generally 1-st person content seems to elicit the strongest responses #sorry for mistakes in this im typing this on my phone #i’ll be on the lookout for new yan ask blogs that pop out >:))

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ghoastixx · 2 years ago

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hihihihi

i have a request for you!!

Labyrinth

jareth x aromantic male reader

where it’s just the reader doing the labyrinth but their having so much fun rather than stressing like sarah did !!

so yknow when jareth asks sarah to stay with him? (i haven’t seen the movie in a bit but i think this happened) the reader just agrees because they’re having so much fun and actually enjoy having jareth as a friend 💅

Jareth x aromantic male reader

Author’s note: hi!!! Thank you for the request :)))) I love when I get requests, it makes my blog a lot more lively in my opinion. Writing for aro readers is something that I have never done, but this simply thrills me. I’d be more than happy to do this! I’m more of a romcom reader myself but would absolutely devour a friendship fic if there were more.

Like- oh my god I love this prompt so much?? This is so fun???

Warnings: none at all, just tooth rotting fluff

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As soon as Jareth sees that you are not showing a bit of interest in him, he lays off.

He may be a hopeless romantic, but no use hitting on someone who has not shown the slightest bit of romantic interest in him.. but he’s still very curious about you.

Like- who is this guy??? Why is he not panicking??? Does he not understand the intensity of this situation?????

why are you having fun??? >:|

You confuse him.. he likes you.

“He’s reached the gates.. he shouldn’t of made it this far, he should’ve given up by now.” “He’ll never give up!” “Will he?”

You’re just being so nice??? So happy?? Like- this is just a normal Tuesday for you??

Once you beat him, he gives out his little speech. “Fear me, love me, do what I say, and I will be your slave.”

Much to his dismay! You agree to stay!!

You don’t want to be his king though </3

He throws a little tantrum about it at first but eventually gets over it.

(Please we’ve all seen his hair, he’s a drama queen and we all know it)

You now play a very important part in his labyrinth. You are his court.

He’d come to you with propositions, issues, royal stuff.

He’d probably try to get you to help lure humans away with your friendly nature.

“Yo Jareth!” You stormed into the room flooding with goblins. Usually this would get the king riled up, but he didn’t care.

“Yes, Y/n?” He hummed, sitting haphazardly on his throne.

“Your runner fell through one of the holes you have in the maze.” He looked at you.

“Which one?”

“How many are there?”

“A lot.”

“Well shit-“

“Did they say anything important?” He looked at him, he seemed tired and fed up, but holding a civil conversation was very nice.

“Uh- no. Not really. Mostly just “I have to save Cleo! Oh naurrrr!” Jareth put a hand on his face and chuckled a bit.

“You have way too much fun with this-“

“I can’t help it!” He sat on one of the windows and watched the goblins run ramped, as they harassed the kiddo.

“Jareth?”

“Hm?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask- why is there a chicken in here?” Jareth looked at the other male very sternly.

“The goblins like to throw things at it.”

“HOW DID IT GET HERE!”

“I DON’T KNOW, IT’S VERY OLD.”

If he ever has time off, let him show you around the labryinth

He’d show you little secrets to lure other people through.

Look- he’s gotta make this fun for the both of you. Work is work, he’s allowed to have fun with it to.

He likes to watch you lead the runners off path, it’s very fun. You’re very convincing.

THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL TO THE RUNNER IS AT THE VERY END.

Jareth and the runner are face to face and all of a sudden, you, Jareth’s right hand man come lurking from the shadows.

Runner: shocked

Jareth: smug

You: having way too much fun.

“You’re working with him!? How could you?! I trusted you?!”

“Eh-“

You’re not evil- you did help the runner, a lot. But you need to have fun too, right?

Jareth would be a very good partner in crime.

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-Ghoastix

#fanfic #fanfiction #jareth the goblin king #the labryinth fanfic #labryinth #jareth x reader #the goblin king

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coco-bean-1218 · 1 year ago

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And then maybe 👄 from the emoji prompts to soothe the pain! Please and thank you!

Hello! Thank you for the ask!

I know that it's supposed to be headcanons, but I think it would make more sense in writing format.

WARNING: This is a "what if" idea. It may or may not make the cut into the actual story. I'm just tossing around ideas.

This was so fun to write!

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1943

It was another weekend for Easy Company, and fortunately for them, they had weekend passes. Aldbourne was a charming town, and the locals were warm and welcoming to the Americans. The pubs in the area were a cozy and intimate setting that Easy Company enjoyed visiting in their spare time.

Claire was sitting on a stool at the bar, talking with Eugene and observing her fellow paratroopers. The atmosphere in the pub was lively, with the sounds of laughter and conversation filling the air.

Most men sat at tables or booths, talking and joking with their friends. Some of the bolder ones even started mingling with the local ladies in an attempt to impress their buddies.

As she sat there, Claire couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversations closest to her. Her curious nature and enigmatic personality made it hard to resist the urge to listen in. Claire observed her fellow soldiers with a mischievous glint in her eye. She knew she had the power to make them question their own assumptions and desires. It was part of her charm, this ability to hold her cards close to her chest and leave them wanting more. Yet, she remained quiet and introverted. And she liked it.

As the night went on, Claire continued to converse with Eugene and her other close friends. However, she felt a weariness growing within her. She had been up early and would be required to rise at the same hour the following morning. Although she had indulged in a single drink, she rarely, if ever, drank, preferring to maintain a clear and focused mind, and she had her reasons to. But that didn't stop her from going out and having a good time. Claire lived life on her own terms. She didn't conform to societal norms or expectations and valued her privacy and independence.

"Alright, I'm heading back to my billet. 'Night Alley," she said as she hopped down from her seat, knowing that Eugene would accompany her. They were practically inseparable.

"'Night Claire," he replied.

As she made her way towards the door, following Eugene, she heard a commotion that piqued her interest.

She turned her head towards the noise and soon found its source - Liebgott, Talbert, and Grant.

Knowing Talbert and Liebgott, she knew it was most likely about her.

Determined to uncover the truth, she stood there silently with her back towards them, absorbing every word they spoke.

"I'm tellin' you, Grant, you just gotta do it," Talbert shouted, "Before someone else swoops in and takes her out from under you."

Grant chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Tab. I can't figure her out. She's elusive and mysterious, yet I can't help but feel drawn to her.

Liebgott smirked, leaning on the table. "That's what makes her so damn intriguing, ya know? It's like she's got this magnetic pull on all of us."

"Yeah, but you see how she is; she doesn't give any of the guys the time of day," Grant murmured, leaning in closer. "She keeps everyone, except Doc, at arm's length. Maybe I'd just end up embarrassing myself."

Talbert threw his arm around Grant's shoulder and grinned mischievously. "Look, buddy, you never know until you try. Besides, what's life without a little risk?"

"Exactly, Grant, she keeps everyone away EXCEPT Doc," Liebgott pointed out, taking a sip of his beer. "You've been dancing around her for over a year now. It's time to make a move before another fella steals her heart. And by fella, I mean Doc. Claire isn't gonna wait around forever.

Claire felt her heart start to race. Staying true to her character, a slight grin crept up on her lips as she suddenly came up with an impulsive idea that would turn heads and keep people wanting more.

She turned to Eugene, "Gene, I need to do something. Frankly, I'm tired of those three, and I think they need to be taught a little lesson. You might wanna look away for this."

Claire walked over to the trio, her head held high. As she approached them, she stared straight at Grant, cupped his face with her hands, and kissed him right there in front of everybody.

The room went silent. Talbert, who was taking a sip of his beer, sprayed it all over Malarkey, who was standing next to him at a different table. Liebgott started choking on the cigarette smoke he accidentally inhaled out of shock.

Claire looked around the room, satisfied, and tipped her head to the men, "Boys."

She turned on her heel and walked away and out of the bar arm-in-arm with Eugene, leaving everyone in a state of shock.

Grant stood there still as a statue, eyes wide, his gaze fixed on the spot where she once stood. His cheeks were bright red, his eyes glazed over, and dark red lipstick smeared across his lips.

Talbert started waving his hand in front of Grant's face, "Grant? You okay there, buddy?"

"I think he's in shock," Liebgott stated as he, too, started waving his hand in front of Grant's face.

"Hey, Tab, next time, say it, don't spray it," Malarkey grumbled, wiping the beer off his face.

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I'M LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW

#ask game #writing help #band of brothers #wbwnmh #well behaved women never make history #chuck grant #chuck grant x ofc

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sorryimananti-romantic · 10 months ago

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hey! just wanted to say i love your ateez fics! i love how you build your universes and how you use the idols.

i also have a potential prompt idea. it might be too similar to the howl’s moving castle au with mingi, but maybe beauty and the beast au with san? it could be any member you want just! just used him as i thought he would be a good fit because everyone thinks he is scary when he is literally the opposite.

doesn’t even have to be long! again love your work and keep it up! also feel free to completely ignore this :)

hi, thank you so much!!

oh, i have this in my 'ideas to write in the future' list already, i just didn't have a specific member in mind and i could totally do it for san! i imagine him as some cursed creature who retains the softness of his beauty despite being a beast of sorts and coming off as scary/intimidating. it would ofc be deeper than that (you know me i gotta make everything far too deep than it needs to be) but i love this prompt so much, thank you for sending it!

i hope i can write this soon- currently, im on a break, slowly writing whenever i can, snail speed. i have only one wip that i'm focusing on rn but you know what? this could be headcanons style too (that's me saying that if i make this a fic it's gonna cross the 20k threshold again i cannot control myself but i'm far too busy these days to think about writing another monster fic) so fingers crossed?

#look if i can't post anything soon #i'll try writing a headcanons version of this #and see where that takes me hehe this might be my next work in that case #currently tho... life is happening :)#choi san #yo alternatively what if choi san is the beauty and /we/ are the beast :(((#ateez #yumi.asks

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bunny-the-bunny · 5 months ago

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Rarepair ship week:

Day 8: Free day @ygorarepairweek

Jaden x Yugi (Kuribohshipping)

Hey everyone. Welcome to the last day of this series. Apologies for the late submission. I got busy over the course of last weekend. But I managed to get on day 7 two days ago and this last one today.

So for the last day, I got stuck between wanting it be about a vacation or something else. But I decided to use one of the prompts I didn’t get to use. That’s where games comes in. I used games for this last day because I fitted well enough for the last chapter of this series.

I just wanna say thank you all for being patient and sweet. It was an honor to join this awesome event. I hope to join it again in the future with another rare pair of mine that’s my favorite or perhaps the same one if there’s less than 40 fanfics of them out there after this.

Whether I like it or not, some of you were impacted by my fanfics. It doesn’t matter if it was fans of the ship already or new ones discovering it for the first time. I’m proud to have done this for three reasons:

1) For myself cause I always wanted to get involved doing stuff for the fandom I love.

2) Jaden and Yugi cause they’re undeniable adorable.

3) The Kuribohshippers cause lord knows y’all needed this as much as I did.

Anyways with all that stuff outta the way, now comes the question:

Will I make more Kuribohshipping content in the future?

Yes if time allows it. I love these two a lot even though my otp is spiritshipping. But stuff gets in the way like life so I gotta balance stuff.

Again thanks so much for reading and thanks to people who made Yu-Gi-Oh rare pair ship week exist. If it wasn’t for y’all, I wouldn’t have known how to express my feelings for this ship without feeling ashamed or weird. Hope to write again soon for the next event.

#ygorarepairweek2024 #jadenxyugi #kuribohshipping #free day #jaden yuki #yugi muto #thank you sooooo much #hope to do this again next year!#come talk to me about this ship some time #from the bottom of my heart #rarepair week 2024

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folliesandfolderols · 9 months ago

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Writing prompts days 96-100

From this prompt list. If you’ve read this far, I’m not sure you need any explanation, but the short version is I hadn’t written any fiction since 2019, I set a goal to write at least 150 words/day in 2024, and this list was my way to restart. Also I abruptly decided on day 2 I would write an entire Tim/Damian story connecting all the prompts, because I am Good at Judging My Limits. /sarcasm Anyway, I finished the rough draft a while ago and am now unlocking the old entries as I edit.

Read from the beginning here, or on ao3 here.

Day 95 here

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124. “Turn around.”

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Tim stalked silently across the rooftop of the abandoned warehouse where Katarina's information had indicated Falcone would be viewing the latest "shipment." God, he hated that word. He hated this entire case. Everything about it made him feel filthy. Hopefully today would be the day they cut off the head. Once Falcone was safely back in prison they would be able to take out the lieutenants in the branches and destroy the operation from the top down.

Jason, Damian, and he had enlisted the help of Stephanie and Cassandra. He knew the other two were as sick of letting people get trafficked under their noses as he was.

"Heads up, warehouse," Stephanie said from her perch two buildings away. "I see a bunch of guys with guns riding in four vans with no back windows coming toward you. Matches the description and GPS tracking of the vehicles Cass tagged leaving the harbor."

"Got it," Tim replied. "Any sign of Falcone?"

"Nope, nothing on my end. Anyone else?"

"No," Cass replied. "I'm five blocks away. There soon."

"No sign of him from here," Damian added from the other side of the building.

"Hope our intel was good or that opens a whole 'nother can of worms," Jason grumbled from his station in a neighboring warehouse. “It’s weird they only had two guys watching the place if the boss is coming.”

Tim tapped his fingers against his thighs. The nerves creeping up the back of his neck and making his hair stand on end agreed with Jason’s worries. Falcone should’ve been waiting for the arrival of his goons. “Hey, maybe he got caught in traffic,” he sort-of joked, trying to silence his own doubts. “He’s a busy guy.”

The silence on the other end told him no one was buying it.

The four vans turned into the parking lot in front of the warehouse. They pulled up at the unloading area, one man hopped out and pushed the garage door open, then all the vans drove through into the building.

Tim swung through the hole in the roof he’d cut earlier in a darkened corner, silently crawling through the rafters as the vans’ engines shut off.

“Thought the boss was coming to meet us,” one guy said as he opened the door.

“Lemme text and find out where he is,” said another goon, this one with slightly more expensive shoes. Probably in charge of the others, at least until Falcone arrived. “You guys get these folks out here and sitting on the floor.”

He pulled out a phone and started texting while the other gunmen swung open the back doors of the vans and began unloading people, dressed in filthy clothes, with dirt on their skin and despair in their expressions. Tim counted forty of them, and sixteen heavily armed men, which struck him as overkill when one of those guns could have taken out every single one of their prisoners in less than five minutes, grouped as they were.

He relayed the numbers to the others and listened.

“Says he's on his way,” announced the man in charge. “Hey, all of you come over here for a sec, I gotta tell you something.”

“I don't like this,” Jason grumbled as the goons congregated. The man spoke too quietly for them to hear even with the listening devices they'd planted inside. “Too many changes, too many unknowns. Something’s wrong. We should call it.”

“And let forty more prisoners be trafficked with minimal assurance we’ll recover them?” Damian’s tone could have cut glass. “If you're too afraid to stay, go home. I'll take care of this myself.”

Tim cut off whatever retort Jason would have made in a fierce whisper. “Nobody said they were afraid and you know it. This might be a discretion being the better part of valor situation but I'd also prefer to see if we can free them without giving away the extent that we've investigated the operation.”

“Sirens,” Cass said suddenly.

Police sirens in the Gotham night were hardly a rarity, so Tim had been ignoring their steadily increasing volume for a few minutes now. He could hear a large group of them on the main road as soon as Cassandra mentioned them, but then they abruptly went silent.

“Oh shit,” Stephanie said. “Guys, we got company from GCPD.”

"Are you sure?" Jason said, voice startled even through the modulator. "There's nothing on the scanner."

"Oracle hasn't said anything either," Cassandra agreed.

Stephanie's tone went sharp with concern. "Well, they've kept it on the down low then for whatever reason, but they are here, their lights are dark, and they are definitely headed toward your location."

"Steady, everyone, hold your positions till we get more clarity." Tim scooted closer to the group of prisoners huddled miserably on the floor.

Damian's voice had gone expressionless in the way that meant he was braced for things turning very wrong. "They're approaching this warehouse rapidly. I recognize the vehicle of one of the police lieutenants in Falcone's pay."

Tim frowned, grasping at a stray thought that whispered through his brain and was gone almost as quickly. Falcone, too many guns, human shipments, dirty cops—

Fuck.

"We need to move in now," he blurted, "Falcone sent the cops and this is about to turn into a clusterfuck as soon as they—"

But he was too late. The police cruisers outside pulled to a screeching halt in front of the building. An SUV with a battering ram on the front didn't even pause.

As a voice yelled over a loudspeaker, "GCPD! We have a warrant to search the premises!" the SUV crashed through the loading bay doors and careened toward the prisoners and their guards. The people sitting on the floor screamed and tried to run, only to be herded back by shouting henchmen firing guns in the air.

"What's the plan, what's the plan?" Jason bellowed, from the sound of it running flat out.

"Falcone's gone on a rat hunt and decided everyone in this warehouse is disposable!" Tim shouted over the gunfire. His field of vision went white for a second as his domino absorbed the flashbang's bursts of light and dispersed them. "All of you get in here now before his men kill the prisoners! Priority is rescuing them!" He leapt from rafter to rafter, trying to get above the vans that had transported the prisoners.

A section of the roof disappeared on the opposite side of the warehouse. Damian's silhouette stood outlined against the pink-gray night sky for a second before he slipped inside. "Falcone's henchmen are using the prisoners as human shields," he said dispassionately, grappling to the floor.

"Can we set up a choke point behind the building and get them away one or two at a time as they try to escape?" Stephanie asked.

"Cops are every-fucking-where, no chance," Jason replied, breathing heavily. Tim could hear him firing rubber rounds. "I'm in the building. Cops are returning fire blind through the smoke bombs, the vans look like Swiss cheese. I agree with Tim, I don't think anyone's supposed to leave here alive."

Tim grappled to the top of one of the prisoner vans, landing with a metallic crunch of the roof. Two of the hoodlums closest to him jerked around and started aiming their guns, but he was able to disarm and incapacitate them with his bo within seconds. Their prisoners screamed and crawled across the floor, trying to get away from him. He must look as scary as everyone else hurting them and there was no chance of reassurance as long as he had to be mindful of all the bullets.

"Disable the mafiosi so the cops don't have an excuse to keep firing and get what prisoners you can out of the building," he ordered. "We're operating under triage rules."

He saw the dim glitter of Damian's rope dart striking through the smoke like a snake, rapidly piercing through kneecaps and hamstrings. Cassandra and Stephanie were alternately picking up the younger prisoners and carrying them behind the vans and kicking the guns out of the hands of their captors. Jason had leaped to the roof of one of the vans and was stretched out on his stomach, aiming rubber bullets at the floor so their ricochet would repel the cops from coming closer.

"We are pinned down as long as we make ourselves responsible for the prisoners," Damian said, at his side without Tim having been aware of his approach. "I believe the police behind the building plan to kill whoever exits."

"Can we take them up and out?" Tim asked, then answered his own question. "Too many of them. Shit. All right, it's time to request air support."

"It won't be here soon enough to save all of them." Damian pointed. A bullet zinged past and nearly clipped his arm. Both he and Tim ducked and crawled farther back. "This van still looks operational. I'm going to engage in a diversion by driving through the police blockade and then circling around to garner the pursuit of those behind the building. While I do that, cut an exit into the far side of the building and lead them to escape."

"Damian, that's way too risky." Tim grabbed his bicep when he started to move away. "Don't. Your dad can get Batwing here in five minutes."

"It's unlike you to engage in best-case scenarios." Damian shook himself free and took off in a crouching run for the van he'd indicated.

Shit shit shit. Tim grasped the ankle of a woman in her forties who was too shocked to even get on the floor, and hauled her backwards toward the nominal shelter of one of the other vans. She screamed and sobbed in a dialect he recognized as Mayan but couldn't understand.

"All right everyone," he snapped. "When Shrike takes that van through the cops we're getting as many of these people out as possible. Batgirls, get those laser torches ready to cut through the wall. Hood, which of the other vans can you get started?"

The girls went running to the far wall and began cutting into it. Jason, cursing a blue streak, flipped down off the van roof and into the open driver's side window. The engine coughed a couple of times, sputtered, and then caught just as Damian careened through the warehouse in another van, clipping a few of the gunmen and several police vehicles on his way outside.

About half the cops raced for their cars and started off in pursuit. Tim by example directed the civilians who were still mobile to grab those who weren't and drag them to the van Jason had started.

"Wall is weakened," Cass reported. She and Stephanie moved out of the way.

About ten men who were the last to get on the van shoved themselves on top of the others, crouching in the open doors in a way that practically guaranteed they'd be the first shot. Tim didn't bother trying to dissuade them.

"Go, Hood, go now!" he yelled, smacking the back of the van. Jason floored the van and skidded across the concrete toward the wall Stephanie and Cass had prepped.

Tim grabbed a straggling teenage girl around the waist and fired his grapple gun into the ceiling, lifting them both above the fray. She followed him, flinching but surefooted, as he helped her to the hole in the roof Damian had left.

Once outside, they both crawled on their bellies to the edge of the building. Jason was taking the van fast enough to practically tilt it around corners as he headed for the gates that led to the main road.

Holding his breath, Tim searched for the van Damian had been driving and spotted it a few buildings down, surrounded by police. Tim cursed under his breath. "Quédate aquí," he said to the girl, hoping she spoke Spanish. Her firm nod reassured him enough to take off for the rooftop of the adjacent building.

"Batgirls, I need one of you to retrieve a civilian from the northwest corner of the building we were in." He leaped the gap between warehouses and continued at a dead run for Damian's location. "Shrike is pinned down by cops, gonna see what I can do."

"Got it," Stephanie responded.

Tim flung himself to his belly and crawled the final few feet to the edge of the roof overlooking Damian. Fear beat a rapid tattoo in his chest to match the rush of his pulse in his ears. The police were crouched behind their open doors, guns pointed at Damian, who sat very still, hands on the steering wheel. At least three of the cops had shown up in Bruce's files about Falcone. In the back of one of the unmarked cruisers sat a couple of women, tired and filthy but clearly beautiful underneath all the grime.

"Shrike! GCPD has you surrounded!" The man bellowing was the lieutenant Damian had previously mentioned. "Slowly reach out the window with one hand to open the door. Keep the other hand on the steering wheel."

Damian, for no reason Tim could fathom, obeyed.

"Step outside the vehicle! Keep your hands up!" Once Damian stood outside the van, the lieutenant continued, "Turn around." Damian didn't move. "Turn around. Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers!"

And still, to Tim's bewilderment, Damian followed his commands.

"Shrike, what are you doing?" he barked, voice taut with nerves.

No response.

"Red Robin, we've got the girl in your vehicle and are awaiting further instructions," Stephanie's voice cut into his ear.

“You're waiting for instructions? Hell called, said they need a Zamboni,” Jason said in response, and she snorted with laughter.

Tim had to remind himself they had no idea what he was seeing. He forced the dread out of his voice and far from his brain. Without a clear head more people would die. "Cass, I need you here with me." He pinged her his exact location. "Steph, wait where I parked so I can get to you without looking. This is turning into an extraction."

The police lieutenant approached Damian with extreme caution, handcuffs and gun at the ready. By the time he knocked Damian down to the asphalt and planted a knee in the small of his back, Cass materialized out of the night at Tim's elbow. Together, they watched the cop haul Damian to his feet and shove him toward a cruiser.

When Damian struck, it was so swift Tim's eyes couldn't quite follow it. One second he was walking past the car with the two women in the back, the next he had kicked the legs out from underneath the police lieutenant, hooded cape flaring in a liquid spate of motion. The other cops yelled and started to rush toward him. Hands free of the cuffs, Damian grabbed the lieutenant's gun and skidded it away. Yanking the door of the cruiser open, he pulled the women out and pushed them toward freedom.

"Fuck!" Tim anchored his grapple into an adjacent building and heard Cass do the same as he dove down. He focused on getting to Damian, tuning out every other sensory input as much as he could.

He still heard the gunshots, rapid-fire from several weapons, just as his arm locked around Damian's waist.

Damian flinched and grunted, but his hands gripped Tim's body securely. A bullet slammed into the Kevlar covering Tim's back. He gasped for breath, swinging back up to the roof where his grapple hook had landed, and immediately firing again.

"Status report!" he yelled in Damian's ear when he had air in his lungs again.

"Hit twice, once with damage," came the soft reply. He could barely hear Damian's voice over the rushing of his pulse in his ears and the wind past his face.

Gotta keep moving, gotta get there, gotta get out of here. "Batgirl, get ready to get us the fuck out of here as soon as we're all in that car. Shrike's wounded." Tim swallowed against the sick certainty that the wet warmth soaking into his side was Damian's blood.

"Just hang on, Dami," he said, quiet enough that he didn't think the comms would catch it. "I've got you."

days 101-104 here

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