#if she does she should bite Val

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: This is my boyfriend Angel, he's so smart and handsome and I'm so proud of him

Vaggie: This is my beautiful girlfriend Charlie, she's my angel and I love her so much

Alastor: this is Niffty she has rabies

[helluvapoison]

jealousy, jealousy

˚✧₊⁎ The Vees ⁎⁺˳✧༚

warnings: violence, off page murdah, suggestive themes, possessive behavior

18+ only

watch out for red flags in real life and read at your own discretion ♡

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˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• The least jealous of the three, but that doesn’t say much, does it?

• Running an enterprise goes hand in hand with being an Overlord. Vox prides himself on being everywhere at once but he knows his limits. If wants to keep this cushy life he built, and you safe, he can’t spread himself too thin. That means occasionally cutting back on distractions

• So go out, have your fun— playtoys even! He’s not worried. Vox has literal eyes on you 24/7, access to your phone and all its contents, your lifeline is constantly synced to his peripherals. Really! He’s not worried!

• The problem arises when Vox feels threatened or undermined. If he’s in the same room, no one should even be looking at you! And if some sorry soul dared to touch you!? That’d be the last time they have hands

• “I’ve been looking for you!” He says from behind as his claws creep around your shoulders. He’ll ignore the Sinner, bringing your attention to him as security drags them away. You don’t need to know how jealous he can get

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Sharing, shockingly, is not in her vocabulary! Not outfits, not credit, not the spotlight and fucking especially not you

• You’re her favorite project, she so lovingly calls you, which is a giant compliment. She dresses you every day so if— for some hellish reason— you left her side, she knows she has a visual claim on you. Vel quickly snaps and posts a pic of the two of you together before you go, just to remind her audience the fact you’re spoken for! Don’t you feel safe? And stylish?

• Unlike her partners, Velvette can multitask so having you around the studio can be an everyday treat! Unfortunately she has to split her focus, occasionally crashing the conversation to a stop so she can snap at someone

• Her eyes are sharp, they pick up on every little detail and seldom miss a thing. No one in her workshop would even think about approaching you, unless Vel asked, so it was all too easy to spot that new-nobody-model break his neck to check you out

• You’ve seen Velvette reduce even the oldest, most thick skinned to a puddle of piss in the street with her words. She doesn’t give anyone the chance to touch what’s hers. She’s shameless and loud, stopping the inappropriate behavior from across the room if she has to, “Oy! You! You’re fuckin’ fired, get the fuck out of here ‘fore I set you on fire!”

• As they run for the elevator, she debates if the clothes they’re wearing are worth keeping or not. With a glowing finger she swipes them off the model anyways, stripping them of her brand… and their dignity

• Velvette marks the occasion with a kiss to your cheek, stained with black lipstick, and another posted picture with a clever caption

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Val invented jealousy

• He handles it as well as everyone expects

• It’s not limited to you, either! Business partners, employees, friends (if he has any left), play things, he’ll be up and arms about anything that belongs to him. There’s only one way to cut the cord tethered to him, and he’s always the one to decide how and when

• Val may have a lot of toys but you’re not one of them. You’re special— precious, actually!

• He has tabs on you at all times. Tracker in your phone, jewelry with his name on it, a bodyguard if he’s feeling particularly paranoid that day!

• Val also loves showing you off. Love bites are his favorite mark of ownership, he’ll show off wherever is most recent so be prepared to swat his hands away. Everyone can look, but only he can touch. He has four hands, one of them is on you at all times in public

• No one should manage to get in spitting distance of you— but if somehow they did and had the gall to talk to you… he’ll break their nose on the spot. He’d make quicker work with a gun, but then he’d get blood on you and he doesn’t want that

• “You’re so fuckin’ hot tonight, baby, look how clumsy you’ve made this idiot!” Val cackles, poorly masking his rage, “Seriously, I think you’re trying to get me riled up.” You open your mouth to deny it but he laughs again, carefully pulling you closer with both pairs of arms, “I’m only teasing!”

• Looming over you, Val shoots said idiot a murderous glare that gives them a five second head start. He’s yet to lose this game of chase. He always returns, clean as a crappy soap ad, to shower you in gifts in lieu of an apology for disappearing

[storm-angel989]

If you have time, I'd love to see how you write Val finding his teenaged daughter in hell, who succumbed to depression before his death? Iykwim ❤️

Hi friend,

Yes, absolutely! And I know very well what you mean. Please know that you’re never alone, and my inbox (or messaging) is always open to chat. Even in your darkest hour, I promise you, life gets better. And even if you feel like you have no one, you have me! And I’m nothing more than a quick message away. <3 

<3 Mandy

Valentino’s stomach sank as he watched the images on Vox’s multitude of screens. He knew his daughter struggled on Earth, knew she missed him, his presence, even though she only knew him for a short time in life. He knew what she could never- that depression, self hatred and medicating with substances, both legal and illegal, ran deep in their bloodline. 

“When did she fall?” He demanded. “And how long has she been here?”

“Well. Oz called. Says he owns her soul, just like he does yours,” Vox replied. “So, that’s a relief. Better than one of the other sins getting their hands on her. Looks like she’s just about ready to get out of holding, if you want me to send the limo? She’s your kid, technically, so…”

“So my responsibility. I know my contract well,” Valentino snapped as he turned around. “Tell housekeeping to set up the spare room. I’ll pick her up myself.” 

With that, one of the most powerful overlords in hell swept off to pick up his daughter. As he stepped out into the same holding area he himself had been in not too far into the distant past, he grimaced. It was an uncomfortable place, and even more so for a teenage girl. He scanned the area and suddenly, his eyes fell to her. 

Reader. 

“Over here, bebita,” he said out loud. “Reader, over here.”

“Daddy?” she asked as her eyes met his. Relief flooded her features. “Daddy! You look…you look different.”

He watched as her eyes started to water and he stepped forward as he opened his arms. To his relief, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. As much as Valentino had missed the feeling of her in his arms, the fact that she was here broke his heart. 

“Daddy, you’re…they said you were dead! How…” she began.

“I know baby. It’s a lot to take in,” he said gently as he laid an arm around your shoulder. “Let’s take you to your new home. We can talk about it on the way there.” 

He kept his arm around her in the limo, and tried not to let his heart break as she cried onto his shoulder. He listened as she swore she never meant to do it, never meant to take it that far. Desperate for the relief of the mental anguish that infected every waking moment of her life on Earth, she had taken it a step too far. It pained him to hear her speak, the guilt in her voice overwhelming. He knew what she would ask before she did, and he swallowed as he tried to draw up words, anything that would offer comfort to her. 

“I want to go back home, Daddy,” she begged. “Mom, my friends, I…”

“I’m sorry honey, this is your home now,” he told her gently. “You’ll have a good home, I promise. I…I can’t take you back. I’m sorry.” 

“Daddy, the pain didn’t stop,” she sobbed into him. “I still, I…”

“The pain doesn’t stop just because your life on Earth did,” he replied quietly. “We can get you help, there are resources, and Daddy will take care of you. But sweetheart, you don’t get a second chance at life up there.” 

He knew it would take awhile for her to accept it as fact. And he knew she would need help- more than he alone could provide. With one arm around her shoulder, he sent a quick message to Vox directing him to set up appointments beginning the following day. Until then, he would do everything in his power to protect her- even if it meant he had to protect her from herself. 

The closer they got to home, the guilt that he knew consumed her slowly wrapped its way around his own heart. It took every single fiber of self control to bite back the should haves, the what ifs. Flashes of his own death, buried in the throes of depression and addiction. He held her tighter and kissed the top of her head as he gently cradled her against him. 

“It will be okay princessa,” he said quietly. “Daddy is here.”

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hi! It’s me again. Can you do a part 2 of Angel Dust x Reader (platonic) oneshot. Where the reader comforts Angel after dealing with Val. And in return, he comforts them when they are also feeling sad.

So sorry that this took so long to get to! I’ve been super busy with school and haven’t had any motivation to do anything. This fic might not be the best because of that, but I promised you all something so the least I can do is keep my word ^^

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Character(s): Angel Dust (ft. Alastor, Charlie)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Bad day, hinted depression

Style: Short story

Summary: A while ago, you comforted Angel after he had a bad day with Val. So when you yourself have a bad day, he does the same for you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

You weren’t necessarily sure why you were so pissed off… it was just one of those days, you suppose. Sure, maybe you weren’t the cheeriest. It was Hell, after all. What the hell was there to be so giddy about except no consequences for committing crimes? Not much. You tried to keep your head high for the sake of Charlie and her hotel, but all the effort you put into not spiraling was beginning to weigh on you. You swear you didn’t mean to have an attitude or brush people off. But for some reason, simply having someone talk to you ticked you off. The one that learned that the hard way was Angel Dust.

Out of everyone in the Hotel, he probably suffered the most on a daily basis. If anyone understood a bad day, it was him. He knew Hell. He knew being selfish was necessary down here. But he just couldn’t ignore you; not after all you’ve done for him. The spider’s boots clicked against the wooden floor as he walked behind the couch and bent himself over into a comfortable position, his lower arms idly gripping the backrest while his upper arms wrapped around you from behind. He didn’t quite notice the way you stiffened. “You okay, toots?”

Before you could answer with a dismissive “I’m fine,” Alastor, that creepy fucking overlord walked by. He was likely on his way to Cannibal Town or something. “Ohohoho! I’d stay away from that one today, if I were you. We’re lucky they’re not a cannibal, or they’d be biting us all! Hah!”

The way your blood boiled made you feel hotter than Hell itself. He was mocking you. He thought you were weak. You had half a mind to bite him for real… but he was an overlord, and an actual cannibal. He’d take your life or your soul in a heartbeat, or both. So you took the smart route and removed yourself from the situation; abruptly standing to make your way upstairs.

"Toots-!"

"Fuck off."

You weren't sure why you said it. It was Alastor you were mad at, not Angel. But you couldn't turn back and apologize now... so you continued your path to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. You couldn't handle the outside world right now. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry.

Angel stood right outside your door, one of his hands held in a fist right in front of the wood... but he couldn't bring himself to knock. He knew you wouldn't respond anyway. If only he had a key- oh.

...

"Angel, I'm not sure if I should give you a spare key to their room. It's an invasion of their privacy!" Charlie tried to defend you, but as much as Angel loved Charlie, he wasn't in the mood for what was right and wrong right now. He knew you werent okay right now, and he refused to just sit by and let you suffer alone.

"Damnit, Charlie, I need that fuckin'key! They're locked in their room all depressed, and I don't want them to-" He couln't even bring himself to say it. He's tried to end his own life one too many times, and he couldn't bear to think of you going through what he did all alone. "Just... please, Charlie." He tried again, softer this time.

The princess of Hell rarely sees him in such a state, and knows that whatever is going on is urgent. So she doesn't ask questions. She only sighs as she summons a copy of your room key in her hand and holds it out to the spider sinner. "Make sure they're okay, Angel."

"I will."

...

After slotting the key into the lock and turning it with a twist of his wrist, the door clicked to prove that it had unlocked. He turned the knob to push the door open and stepped inside, preparing for the worst... and let out a sigh of relief to see you were only in bed. He quickly closed the door and rushed over, climbing onto bed with you.

"Toots? I'm here for you. Please tell me what's wrong."

The night went on with the two of you lying next to each other, with the spider silently listening to all your issues. He stuck with you for the entire night, and when he had to leave for work the next day, he left you with Fat Nuggets. He even took you to a mall and blew some of his earned money on you, just to make you feel better.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

Ask about Cassandra and Valeria.

I saw the ask about the mosquito bite that looks like a hickey and I need to ask, how would they react after finding out it was just a mosquito bite and they threw the MC off the house?

If you want a more specific scenario, they got into a fight with the MC, and some time later their father comes home confused and asks "Why is the MC sitting outside? He said you kicked them out, but hey don't know the reason. "

"Didn't you see their necks?"

"The mosquito bite? Yes, I saw it, it's pretty ugly by the way. Maybe they should use some medication on the area. But what does that have to do with MC sitting outside?"

And when they realize the mistake they made, they go outside and find the MC sitting on the stairs with a thoughtful face trying to figure out what they did to make them so mad.

Aww this is so cute lmao!

Cassandra's dad's reaction depends on his relationship with MC, if he likes MC then they are like a son/second daughter to him. He would almost instantly be on their defence, "Why is MC sitting outside? He/she told me you kicked them out, what for?". He would try to gather the whole story before deciding whose side he is fully on, when Cass mentions MC's neck Alejandro would go back outside and grab MC by the collar of their shirt (picking them up like a runt by the scruff lol) and look the mark over again. Once he clearly sees the bump from the bug bite he would drag MC back in tell them to make themselves back at home, he would respond to Cass's immediate: "WTF dad?" face with a simple, "It's a bug bite, look closer. If it were what you were thinking I promise you that they would be dead already. But for now, don't kick my son/other daughter out of my house without my permission. This is his/her home too."

If he didn't like them, he would be like; "Well preciosa, while I would love nothing more for you to be done with that idiot; you do know that's a bug bite right? Just look closer at the bump. If you are going to end it, you should at least end it for the correct reason and not a misunderstanding. Tell the moron to clean the floors before coming back in and to use crema for the swelling."

For Valeria, her dad would straight up not care lol. That is your guy's business, as far as he is concerned; you both should be able to sort it out like adults. Mrs. Torres would probably be more on MC's side, wondering why her son's are chanting, "Pegarle, Pegarle, Pegarle!" which is NEVER a good sign. She hauls ass to go see what they are doing and yells at them to get MC down from that tree. Once she takes the piñata stick away from them she asks MC wtf happened and once they explain she gets the picture. She drags MC back inside and starts to fuss over the bug bite, yelling at Valeria all the while why she isn't taking proper care of her future Nuera/Yerno. Val's brothers then start to chant from outside the window, "Gritarle, Gritarle, Gritarle!".

[kevin-ibw]

Omg I love your Vees but I’m kinda curious as to how they run the entertainment district. I feel like I understand how they run the church very well and how they promote constant indulgence in sin but I’m curious as to how the Vees themself run their original area of expertise.

Does anything change with how they run stuff. Does Velvette run her fashion industry like normal does she change the algorithm to boost anything related to religion? Does Val continue to run his industry like normal or is it different too. Is Angel Dust still owned by Val and what’s his relation to the Hotel and Val with this AU and how things are ran. Does Vox do his broadcast and do they run like those 24 hour church sermon tv channels?

How the Vees run the Entertainment District

Vox: He has the most popular streaming services, so It's not surprising he'd have an ad that plays once and while that preaches about how you should trust your safety with our savior, and yes he does indeed have a broadcast dedicated to a 24hr church sermon, it's the only you can get until you pay for other cables or the streaming services.

Velvette: You're right about the algorithm thing. She runs the fashion industry as she usually does. Occasionally, Velvette will add a line of various different nun outfits that look rather explicit and scandalous. She always reassures everyone that clothes should be a freedom of expression. Velvette had threatened everyone that questioning her words is equivalent to questioning Vox's words, and you don't want to question your savior, now do you?

Valentino: Funnily enough, Val's the only one that doesn't have a religious role between the three of them. Vox is the angel, Vel is the nun, but Val? He's a mafioso leader, something that has NO ties to Christianity. The other Vees have told him that he could always be a priest but Val would rather shoot himself with an angelic bullet than ever pick up those garments of clothing.

But he does have a way of implementing some religious innuendos in his porn films. Val selectively interpret biblical passages about sex to fit his narrative and justify certain behaviors depicted in his films. He emphasizes passages that highlight the beauty and pleasure of sexual intimacy while downplaying or ignoring passages that emphasize restraint or monogamy.

He manipulates the feelings of guilt and shame associated with people's sexual desire, offering his films as a form of relief or absolution. Eventually, his viewers would indulge in lustful sinning themselves.

Val is a lot more stricter in his terms on what is acceptable for his films, he has high standards for his scripts which kind of bite him in the ass the majority of the time. "The best kind of porn is the one that has an underlying plot point, no matter how small it is." As he would put it.

One thing that seems heavily ironic to his character is that the act of sex isn't actually something that Val indulges in often. Sure he fucks and sleeps around a few times, but this is his way of relaxing from all the mafioso business, a way to display his artistic creativity.

But despite the fact that the porn gig is supposed to be his way of relaxation, he reviews several manuscripts for his films overnight and doesn't get enough sleep for it.

Angel and his relationship to Valentino and the Hotel

Being done with his family business, Angel tries to find an excuse to get away from it all by working with a moth who runs hell's porn industry, only for him to realize that said moth also runs a mafioso. Perhaps he should've paid more attention to politics.

Angel tells himself that it's fine. The guy seems decent enough so far. He's allowed to do some porn gigs and occasionally snark back at the boss without much repercussion, so he's safe so far. But then things start getting a bit complicated, and Angel gets dragged into Val's more shady business. Debt collecting, drug trading, and even deal making, and suddenly he realizes he's now into some deeper shit.

"If you think I don't do background checks on my employees, then you're sorely mistaken, Angie."

"Your father's been a real thorn at my side for far too long."

Angel tries to compromise. He doesn't exactly hate his family, but he doesn't want them double dead either, so he offers his soul as a way of exchange to live them alone. They're the only thing left he has in this shithole of an afterlife, and having something is better than having nothing.

Val considers it, Angie has been his top earner for the time he spent being employed. He's fairly skilled with guns and has a natural charm that can be used for negotiation, so he agrees. The rest is history. Then we catch up to the events of season one.

Angel: "So what's this hotel all about?"

Charlie: "We are attempting to give sinners in hell salvation so they can be redeemed!"

Angel: "... so a cult?"

Vaggie irritated: "Not a cult."

Angel sounding really unconvinced: "A cult."

Part two of Angel getting dragged into situations where he doesn't want to, he couldn't say no a gaint 10ft moth overlord, he can't exactly say no to the princess of hell and her exorcist girlfriend, ESPECIALLY when he knows what happens to the people that even lightly insult Lucifer's daughter. I guess he's now involved in her little pet project now. Doesn't mean Val is happy about it.

Because great, if Vox beinf gone for 7 years didn't make Val unhappy, hearing that his now top earning employee is now a patron of CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR's little hotel, then more fuel is just being added to the fire that is Val's stress levels.

Val: "Angie why the fuck are you associated with LUCIFER'S DAUGHTER."

Angel: "Val, I'm telling ya, I literally got dragged into this unwillingly. You gotta believe me."

Val: "Por el amor de Lucifer- and WHY exactly?" He violently hisses out.

Angel shrugs all four of his arms.

[winniemaywebber]

birthday girl 🥳

Olive’s phone illuminates the Red Cross hut, the alarm tone blaring from it. Olive groans as she reaches over to turn it off, 4am coming far too quickly. She wants to bask in the warmth of her small bunk, the darkness in the room reminding her that the sun hasn’t even risen yet. 

“I’m gonna throw that damn thing out the window,” a voice mumbles, still thick with sleep. “Why is it so loud?” Valencia throws her blanket over her head, deciding better of it after a few seconds.

“So we wake up, bright and early, to feed these boys,” Olive yawns, sitting up and stretching. 

“Bright isn’t the word I’d use, Ol,” she replies, squinting at the window. “It’s still pitch black.”

“Yeah, well,” Olive huffs, beginning to walk to the washroom. “It’s England and it’s winter. Treasure those few hours of sunlight cos that’s all we’ll be getting til February at least.”

After the pair of them have dressed and applied a little make up, Val looks at herself again in the mirror. She sighs, patting Olive on the shoulder. “Can I grab that eyelash curler from your bag?” She asks.

“Of course!” Olive replies. “It’s in my locker, behind my wallet.”

Val nods, leaving the washroom as Olive cleans up the mess she has made with her mascara wand, her hands forever shaky when near her eyes. 

She exits, finding Val holding on to a small card. “Shit,” Olive puffs, her shoulders falling a little.

“Yeah, shit, English. What’s this?”

“My driver’s license,” she squeaks in response.

“Driver’s license, right,” Val replies, her eyes narrowing as she carries on, a sarcastic tone to her voice. “And what does this say, right here, hm?” A neatly manicured finger taps upon the card, under the title ‘birth date.’ Olive is silent, eyes darting away from her friend. “I’m waiting, Olive.”

“It’s my birthday.”

“Ding, ding ding! It’s your birthday. Today. That’s today’s date.”

“Mhm, yep, well done,” she bites back, just as surly. “Good spot.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Her question hangs between them, not responded to. The silence is broken by a sigh. “I don’t like birthdays,” Olive replies, trying to keep her tone casual. 

“You liked mine, though.”

“Specifically dislike my own, Valencia.” 

Val shakes her head, tutting at Olive. She spots the clock as she does so, pulling her along with her out the door. “We’re gonna be late. We’ll discuss this later.”

“Oooh, I’m scared,” Olive says, rolling her eyes.

“As you should be.”

***

Approaching the truck, the girls spot two plumes of smoke rising above a couple of masculine figures, leaning against the Clubmobile; James Douglass and Everett Blakely had also gotten themselves out of bed at the crack of dawn, the promise of a fresh sinker, hot coffee and a sweet smooch from their respective girls the only thing pulling them from their warm blankets.

“Don’t tell him–” Olive begins to say, pulling Val back towards her by the hand as she sees her brow furrow and mouth open.

“Did you know it’s Olive’s birthday today?” she interjects, looking between the two men. “Either of you?”

“For fuck sake, Valencia, I told you not to!”

“Why didn’t you remind me?” Dougie hisses towards Val, throwing his half smoked cigarette on the ground. “I could’ve–”

“You can’t have been reminded of something you never knew in the first place, Dougie,” Val replies, looking pointedly at Olive. “She just didn’t tell us.”

“What–why?”

The look of confusion painted on the faces of Dougie and Ev would usually be comical, were it not for the risk of them being upset at Olive. Instead, she just shakes her head and begins to climb the three stairs into the truck, determined to change the subject by getting the day started, running the recipe and process over in her mind. She is pulled back from the stairs by the arm, Dougie carefully helping her down.

“Honey girl,” he says, his voice soft. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t want to,” she shrugs, casually dismissing it. 

“That isn’t fair,” James responds, his voice seeming to catch in his throat. “I’m supposed to know…”

“I don’t like birthdays, James. That’s all there is to it. It’s just me, nothing worth celebrating - one year older and that’s that, okay?”

“Not to me,” he murmurs sadly, letting her go up the stairs. She sees him pout, him shaking his head in the direction of Ev Blakely. Ev plants a kiss on Valencia’s mouth before turning to his buddy again.

“Hey, Doug, we still need to go to Kidd’s office…” his voice is forced, head cocking in the direction of the destination he’s mentioning. 

“What for?” Dougie asks, absolutely clueless. Olive sees his eyes widen and shine in realization, nodding emphatically. “Oh, right, yeah, that!”

Clumsily clambering up the stairs, Dougie kisses Olive on the cheek before winking at her in farewell, before running after Everett.

***

“Olive…” comes a stern voice from the door. “Something you forgot to tell me?”

“Christ sake, Tattie,” Olive groans, rolling her eyes. “Who told you?”

“Val and Doug as they ran off base.”

“Off base?” Olive questions, brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would they be–”

“Anyway, kiddo, you know my unofficial rule - rest of the day off.”

“I’d usually jump at the chance but seeing as I’ve got nobody to spend it with…”

“Ah, you may be wrong there, English. Blakely is waiting outside the hut for you.”

A few moments later, Olive spots her friend setting up two chairs and a small table, all procured from the Officer’s Club some months ago. He places a board on the table, along with makeshift game pieces before lighting a Lucky Strike that he pulls from behind his ear. 

“Ah, Maude,” he says as he spots her. “Glad you could make it.”

“Well, it was on Tattie’s unofficial orders, so…”

“Ever played chess, birthday girl?”

“Once or twice. Anyway, I thought you only played chess with Rosie and Croz?”

“Well, I need the extra practice - playing with them isn’t good for my wallet, and you can guess who isn’t pleased about that.”

“I think I have a pretty good guess,” Olive laughs, sitting in one of the chairs. There’s a moment of silence, Ev passing the cigarette to Olive while he sets up the chess board.

“Why didn’t you tell us, Maude?” He asks, placing each piece delicately on each square, Olive getting lost in the slow movements. She returns to the conversation as she feels the burn of the cigarette ash falling on her hand, making her jump.

“Because birthdays don’t matter, Ernest.”

“Who told you that?”

“Some arsehole I used to know,” she cringes, hoping he doesn’t pry. 

“Well, that’s why they’re someone you used to know,” he says, finishing his set up. “But that stuff sticks with you. I get it, Maude.”

“Yeah,” she breathes, eyes swimming as she draws on the cigarette. She hands it back to him, turning away to wipe her eyes.

“You know, we all love ya,” Everett says, reaching over to pat his friend’s hand. 

“I know you all do, it’s just…I’m still getting used to that,” she sniffs, turning back around and moving one square on the board. “And you should get used to losing.”

“Now, hold on!”

***

After trouncing Everett Blakely at three games of chess, it becomes hard to see in the dim evening light as the sun sets. After a few moments of the pair squinting at the board, Val and Dougie return. In their hands, they each carry a box. Dougie has the larger one in both hands, balancing it and Valencia holds the other under her arm.

“Who won?” She asks, laughing when she sees Ev’s face like thunder. 

“She told me she’d never played!”

“Erm, don’t be putting words in my mouth, Ernest. I said I’d played once or twice. You just assumed you’d win. On my birthday too, that’s sick.”

“Three games, Maude!”

“Better luck next time!” she teases, flipping him the bird. She turns to Dougie, who simply pushes the chess pieces off the board to place his box on the table. “Where did you both go?”

“We may have asked Chicky for an emergency day pass,” he quickly says, teeth gritted into an emotionless smile. 

“Tell her what he said when we told him what it was for!”

“Why didn’t ya say?!” Dougie says, replicating the Colonel’s voice. “Get outta here!”

“You should’ve seen his face, Ol, it was a picture! Here, now open your gift!” She takes the box from under her elbow and thrusts it in Olive’s hands. “Your fella here picked it, with my help of course.”

Olive holds her breath as she opens the box, gasping as the gift inside is revealed. A gold compact, with leaves etched into the top. It’s so beautiful that it has her breathless, shaking her head to try and formulate words. “T-thank you,” is all she can muster out, teardrops falling from her eyes and cascading down her cheeks. “I love it, I love it so much. So beautiful.”

Dougie pulls her up by the hand, capturing her mouth with his. “I’m glad. And, here,” he says, opening the bigger box. “I’m sorry it’s not much, but you didn’t exactly give us time to figure anything out, but…look, I couldn’t get you a cake.”

“That’s fine,” she giggles, sniffing. “But if you just got me an empty box, there might be trouble.”

“Nope, but it is donuts.”

“I love donuts. Made these ones fresh this morning.”

[basilone]

Sometimes, war is the province of women. An alternate take on the battle for air dominance over the skies of Europe during World War Two, as told through the stories of an American all-female bomber crew and the people around them.

This is a collection of standalone works that all interlock to form one big patchwork quilt of stories. It will see new additions every so often, especially because a lot of it is written to prompts. The collection on AO3 is my best attempt at organizing it in chronological order.

[click here for the WIP story collection!]

Want to know a little more about the OCs featured in this collection? Please click the readmore below!

Charlotte “Lottie” Rivers-Mayhew Fighter pilot turned bomber pilot Can fly anything, will try anything. Big mouth, little heart. Lives in the land of innuendo and crude jokes. Loud about her whole existence. Very smart, but downplays that like whoa. Julie “Jules” Langdon Bomber pilot Runs this gig and everyone else just needs to get with her program. Great at reading people the riot act. Comically unimpressed by everything that lands in her path. Nosewrinkles at any and all delays. Known for slipping people an extra bite to eat. Christina “Tiny” Heartfield Bomber co-pilot Needs five hours to get ready for any kind of social event. Silver spoon baby. Knows all the gossip and all the good songs. Gets a little bit stressed about flying in warzones. Loves a good ghost story. Eleanor “Nora” Graham Navigator The Mom Friend. Prone to giving hugs and peptalks. Bossy and quite rude when things don’t go her way. Cannot flirt her way out of anything. If you see her running, that’s just standard procedure. Valerie “Val” Hodges Radio operator Absolute poker-faced ballsy liar. Most innocent face in the whole crew. Smokes more than her job should allow. Will try to wiggle out of any lectures by offering the most inane excuses. There’s not a puzzle she can’t solve. Genevieve “Two” Hodgson Tail gunner Shows up late to everything except the war. Always chewing gum. Queen of half-hearted salutes and vague politeness. Keeps saying she’s too poor for this level of bullshit. Has a mean right hook. Madeleine “Push” Perrault Flight engineer Making lists calms her down. Can and will call you stupid in four different languages. Thinks planes are better than people. Voice like a foghorn with the attitude to match. Believes she can fix anything. Evelyn “One-Eye” Carter Ball turret gunner Happy-go-lucky baby of the group, rolling with life’s punches. Will talk your ear off. Could probably get away with murder. Best gunner in the crew. Can be painfully naïve. Dorothy “Dee” Llewellyn Waist gunner Born a pessimist. Genuinely thinks no man should ever sport a mustache. Has a limitless supply of stories about her family. Very protective. Would inspire a riot if anyone ever let her talk long enough without interruptions. Maxine “Max” Morrison Waist gunner Bold and brash and crackling with energy. Cracks more bad jokes than anyone alive. Has developed some rather complicated handshakes. Will interrupt any event or conversation. If you see her running, something’s probably chasing her. Stella “Frosty” Lombardi Bombardier Icy calm in any crisis. Can calculate any bomb drop. Complains about the food. Is a true girl’s girl and refuses to so much as speak to most men. Never wants to miss out on the fun.

Lucille Dorrance-Jones, goes by Lucy Jones Nurse The singlemost stubborn person on the planet. Thinks some injuries are fascinating. Harbors a healthy distrust of bureaucracy and paperwork. Can probably drink you under the table. Encourages anyone to sing. Cressida Dorrance-Jones Interrogator Sharp as a tack. Does not forgive, does not forget. Secretly more big-hearted than people would give her credit for. Really wants to fly a plane. Has an ongoing one-sided vendetta with Meatball. Darlene Mayfair Mechanic Cheerful and spirited. Very gifted storyteller. Turns shy when complimented. Ride or die for people and sticks with them longer than they might deserve. Marches to the beat of her own drum. Georgina “George” Campbell Mechanic Has a soft spot for strays. Suffers no fools. Is here to win a war, not ogle cute men. Perpetually fighting a losing battle against the grease stains on her uniform. The best co-conspirator you could ask for. Imogene “Genie” Chapman Clubmobile girl Very outgoing people-person. Better at giving advice than at taking it. Designated hair-cutter. Loves movies and dancing. Knows just about anybody by name. Jack Ellis OSS Doesn’t miss a beat. No-nonsense natural leader. Very determined to do what he believes is the right thing. Talks about the war in terms of “the game”. Warm and caring once he lets his guard down.

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 15

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"Pedri… Pedri, can you… Pedri!" I giggle.

"What?"

"Didn't you come to help me?"

"I did."

"Well, you aren't."

"I'm sorry. But when you wear your hair up I get too distracted. You have such a nice neck…" he says, kissing me again. "And your ears… they are so edible."

"Pedri! Did you just bite my ear?" I laugh.

"Yep. When we were in Tenerife I realized how tiny and cute they are and now I can't stop" he says before biting my earlobe again.

"If you are hungry there are cookies in the kitchen. The ones with your face on the package."

"I don't want to eat cookies. I want to eat you" he smirks.

"Not happening. We have work to do."

"C'mon, Val. Let's take a break."

"Pedri, I said no. I need to finish this for tomorrow."

"Ok, fine" he sighs, finally giving up. "What do you want me to do?"

"Make sure there is one thing of everything on each bag. Can you do that?" I tease him.

"Yes, I can, Miss Valeria" he replies, sticking out his tongue. "This is a really cute idea, by the way. My teachers never gave me anything when the year ended."

"They probably couldn't wait to get rid of you" I tease him again.

"My teachers loved me. I was a really good student, you know?"

"I know."

"You do? Did I tell you already?"

"Marina did."

"Of course she did" Pedri chuckles. "Are you ready to get rid of your kids?"

"Yes… and no. I'm exhausted and can't wait to just relax and do nothing for a while, but at the same time I know I will miss them and probably end the day crying."

"Well, you'll have Ferran with you. You can cry on his shoulder."

"Pedri, are you jealous?" I chuckle.

"No."

"You totally look jealous."

"I am not jealous, Valeria."

"Pedri… Pedri, hey, look at me."

"What" he sighs.

"I like you" I say, caressing his cheek. "You are my boyfriend."

"But everyone thinks you are dating Ferran."

"But I'm not. And if they had allowed me, I would have found a way to have you visiting the school, not him. But the headmistress insisted and…"

"And she's your boss."

"Yes. But if I could, I would have loved to have you meeting my kids."

"Your other kids you mean. I am your kid" he says, finally smiling.

"Yes, you are" I say. "You, not Ferran. So forget about him, ok?"

"Ok" he sighs. 

"Pedri…"

"I said ok. Now let's go back to work, we still have lots to do" he says, giving me a quick peck.

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"Do we have it all?"

"Yep" Ferran says. 

"Ok" I say, taking a deep breath. "Ready to fake that we are dating?"

"Ready" he smiles. "Shoulder or waist?"

"What?"

"Should I put my arm around your shoulder or your waist?"

"Neither?"

"Pedri does both, I've seen you. So if we want to make it look real…"

"Ferran, I'm too nervous already. Please don't make it worse."

"Ok, ok. Not touching" he says. But the moment we make it to the school's street, we end up holding hands while trying to walk among all the parents and kids, all eyes on us. 

"Here they are!" Beth says once we are inside the building.

"Good morning" I smile.

"So this is him, uh? The flowers boy."

"The what?" Ferran asks.

"Didn't I tell you that that's how they used to call you because of how often you would send me flowers here at the school?"

"Oh, yes, yes. Sorry. I'm a bit nervous" he says with his best smile.

"Don't be" Beth says. "We all are like family here, aren't we, Val?"

"Yes, we are."

"Come to the staffroom, let me introduce you to everyone. Did Val explain to you how you are going to meet the kids?" she asks Ferran, grabbing his arm and starting to walk.

"She did, yes."

"Perfect" Beth smiles.

"Looks like she fancies him" Emma chuckles behind me.

"Looks like she does, yes" I sigh.

"Val, are you ok?"

"I just… I don't know. I feel bad lying to everyone. He should not be the one here with me, you know?"

"You real boyfriend should."

"Yes."

"I still can't believe you are actually dating him" she laughs. "You were so against the idea, saying it was just sex, that there were no feelings involved… And now look at you. You've fallen in love with him."

"I'm not…"

"You are and you know it, Val" Emma says before joining the others. 

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"I don't understand how you can be so calm, Val. Don't you feel the need to jump at his bones?" 

"What?" I laugh.

"Men playing with children is just so… hot" one of my colleagues says. 

It's the end of the day, and after Ferran has met all the kids at the school, taken photos with them and answered their questions, he is now playing football with some of them. 

"You should have seen him with the little ones" another teacher says. "He was so cute." 

"Miss Valeria!" one of the older girls says, running towards where we are. "We need your help."

"What happened?"

"Vera and Paola are mad at each other because Vera says Gavi is more handsome than Ferran."

"Because he is" Vera says, rolling her eyes.

"But I think Pedri is the most handsome one."

"You are blind" Paola says.

"What do you think, Miss? Who is the most handsome one?"

"I…"

"Me, of course" Ferran says behind the girls with his most charming smile. "I'm her boyfriend, remember?"

"You are" Vera giggles.

"But we still haven't seen you kiss" Paola points out.

"I'm at work, girls" I say with a nervous laugh.

"But it's the last day, everyone is having fun! I'm sure the headmistress won't mind if you share a little kiss."

"I mean… I…"

"Kiss, kiss, kiss" the three girls chant.

"Ferran?" I say, looking for his help. But he just shrugs, his hands in his pockets.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss."

"They won't stop until we do it, Val" he says.

"They won't, no… Ok, fine" I sigh. "But just a peck."

"Just a peck" Ferran smiles. But he doesn't do as he says, and gives me a proper kiss. A kiss, that if you ask me, is way longer than it should, one of his hands cupping my face while the other rests on my waist. "Happy?" he says to the girls while I try to understand what the hell just happened.

"Yes!" they giggle before running away.

"Ferran, we need you!" one of the older boys calls.

"I better go, my team is losing" he says, also leaving.

"Val, are you alright?" one of my colleagues chuckles.

"Uh?"

"You look… shocked."

"Oh, no, I'm fine. I just…"

"She's just embarrassed because you all saw her kissing her boyfriend, nothing else" Emma says, coming to my rescue.

"Yes, that's it" I nod.

"Well, you shouldn't be. I also wish a hot young man would come and kiss me like that."

"Yeah… Umm… Emma, fancy a coffee?"

"Sure" she says, linking my arm with hers. "Val, what the fuck was that?" she says once we are inside the school.

"I… I don't know."

"That wasn't a peck!"

"I know."

"You don't kiss your best friend's girlfriend like that."

"You don't, no."

"Do you think Ferran secretly fancies you?"

"What?" I laugh.

"I mean, you've said that Pedri gets uncomfortable when Ferran is around you and that he didn't like this idea, that he was jealous. Maybe he has noticed something?"

"I hate you, Emma."

"Me? Why?"

"Because I'm about to spend a week with both of them in Ibiza, in the same house. And now I won't be able to stop thinking about Ferran maybe having feelings for me when all I wanted to do was to relax, finally watch Martin Garrix live, and be all over my boyfriend, who happens to be best friends with him."

"Sorry" she shrugs. "Maybe you can talk with them after Sunday's game."

"Sunday… fuck. I had forgotten about that." I promised Marina we will attend Barça's last game at the Camp Nou and take photos on the pitch with La Liga's trophy, and I can't cancel that now. She would definitely kill me. "What am I going to do?"

"Talk with Pedri, tell him what happened today. But maybe do it after the game just in case there is drama. We don't want the newspapers somehow finding out that they had a fight."

"Do you think it can end in a fight?"

"Maybe. I don't know" Emma shrugs again. "But talk with Pedri, don't make the same mistake again. If it hurt back then, imagine now that you are in love with him."

"Emma, I'm not…"

"Oh, girls, there you are" Luis interrupts me. "I need your help, one of the little ones is locked in the bathroom and doesn't want me to help them. I think the beard scares them."

"I'll go" I offer. Anything to make me stop thinking about the mess I may be in. 

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Ferran kissed you?

What?

Did Ferran kiss you yesterday, yes or no?

Who told you?

He did

🤦‍♀��

Why 🤦🏻‍♂️? Why didn't you tell me, Val?

Because I was planning on doing it tomorrow after the game. I wanted to tell you in person

That sounds like an excuse

It isn't, Pedri. You can ask Emma if you want

She knows?

She was with me. She can tell you exactly what happened, that it meant nothing

To you

What?

I knew it was a bad idea

Can we please discuss this tomorrow after the game? Or over facetime. But not like this

I don't want to talk right now

Pedri… 🥺

See you tomorrow, Val

[the-morningstar-family]

Alastor, does Angel know stuff about the drug that you were hit with? Bc you might be pregnant now

Angel: “Ah-! Holy fuck smiles, ya gave me a heart attack”

Angel puts a hand on his chest in a melodramatic gesture. He got spooked, but not that spooked. The radio demon's hanging miserably over the the toilet, looking greener that a vegetable.

Alastor, annoyed: “One's supposed to knock, Angel”

Angel: “Ya left the door a bit open, didn't see ya, sorry”

Alastor: “Then close it now!”

The spider pulls the door close, and sits down besides him.

Alastor, tense: “I was not inviting you!”

Angel: “Uhhu, ya look awful. I had some puke-y nights maself, I ain't leaving ya.”

He crosses his lower pair of arms, and using his other pair to get a cup from the drawer under the sink and fill it with water. Alastor rolls his eyes but not in the mood to protest.

Angel: “Unless ya want me ta get Lucifer instead...”

Alastor: “No need to worry him.”

Angel: “No offense, but I think he’s gonna find out ya sick sooner or lata”

Alastor, irritated: “I'm not sick!”

Angel stops, raising a brow.

Angel: “So what's this then, started to get a feel for drugs?”

Alastor, glaring: “No.”

Angel: “And why do ya think ya ain't sick, when pukin’ your guts out?”

Alastor: “....There's no pain, no fever. It goes as quickly as it comes. I can't stand the smell of my favorite coffee anymore, let alone digest it. But later on I can eat without issue. I'm sure it's just some temporary issue…”

The spider mentally goes through anything that might relate to this. Wait-

Angel: “Ya feelin’ more tired?”

Alastor, tense: “Yes?”

Angel: “How about moody?”

Al simply growls at the questions, inadvertently proving the point. The ex porn star is well aqouinted with Val's potions and if he's right that would mean-

Angel: “Holy- ‘kay, don't laugh. Remember what ya got injected with?”

Alastor, rolling his eyes: “It's been a month, I doubt it's after effects”

A sigh, Angel bites his lips. Fidgeting with his lower arms

Angel: “I think ya might be pregnant”

A beat passes. Alastor looks as if Angel might be mentally impaired. He speaks very slowly.

Alastor: “Angel. I am a man.”

Angel: “Something ya learn very quickly in my kinda work is, that with the right stuff, anyone in hell can get pregnant. Anyone. Not that it's legal for sinners...”

Another beat. Now Al's glaring. Angel silently says his good-byes, was nice knowin’ y'all.

Alastor, growling: “I'm not in the mood for jokes”

Angel, nervous: “Good thing I ain't jokin’.”

The deer massages his temples.

Alastor: “How would that even work? We never had-”

He stops short. They did. Because of the shot.

Angel: “Al?”

Alastor: “Noooooo- it's impossible”

Angel: “I got a friend to prove it -”

Alastor: “God try! But I am not falling for this!”

The false chipperness makes the spider frown.

Angel: “Ya really should take a test and tell short king-”

Alastor, radio dials: “No I don't!”

Silence, then Alastor clears his throat.

Alastor: “My apologies”

The spider hesitates. He might be more comfortable with an older friend right? And if short king's out of the running…

Angel: “Hey, wanna visit ya friend Rosie? Betcha she can help ya better than me”

Alastor: “Yes, she'll tell you this is utter nonsense!”

Angel let's out a breath. He knows he's right, but as long as he's gonna go to someone who he'll believe, he'll take it.

Angel: “If ya say so smiles”

[nkirukaj]

vVv is for Voe (9)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Innuendos; Sexual Acts

Genre: Humor! Angst!

Word Count: 3.5K

<Chapter 8

9. Depression and Ducks

The click of Voe’s heels on the marble floor rings through the lobby. She rings the bell on the desk.

“Courtney, I need to see all of them,”

Courtney turns her head “Did you want to make an appointment?”

“Call them now,”

“Got it,” she picks up the phone “Get a conference room for the Vees, Ms. Voe would like to see them,”

Voe stood there and thought about what Courtney just called her. Ms. Voe, that sounded really good to her ears.

Shortly after Velvette, Valentino, and Vox appear in the lobby looking extra annoyed.

“This better be good,” Vox tells her

“Not only is this good, this is the best damn thing ever,” Voe’s posture radiates confidence

Velvette put her hands on her hips “Do tell love,”

“Well I-“ Voe glances through her peripheral vision to see Angel Dust peering out at her from Val’s studio, they lock eyes for no more than a second “Val,” she calls him “You wanna take care of that?”

Val glares and closes the door behind him, and returns to the group.

Voe reaches into her purse and pulls out the file “I got this from the one and only King of Hell,”

Vox snatches it up and goes through it. His grin spreads to an unnatural width and his laughter grows more and more evil as the other Vees stare at him in confusion. 

“I believe we should take this to a conference room?” Voe says, 

Vox contains himself and clears his throat “Of course,”

“So what do you think? Hmm?” Voe looks over Vox’s shoulder as he combs through the file

His eyes are glued to the papers “I think…this is…AMAZING!”

Voe’s eyes brighten up and she plasters a smile on her face “So I did a good job?”

“Oh, my dear, you did a fabulous job,” he caresses her chin “In fact,” he pulls her in for a kiss, long and sloppy, his tongue filling her mouth and taking over. When he pulls away, Voe is flabbergasted and blushing but looks around to see that this is apparently business as usual for the Vees. She bites her lip. Vox was a really good kisser.

“So I guess you’ve got all your information then,”

Vox shakes his head “Oh no no no no no no no. We need more,”

“What??” the other three ask at one

“I’m sorry, clarify,” said Voe

Vox puts his arm around her “I forgive you, but we need to get personal,”

“How much more personal do you need to get? His entire life is inside that folder!”

“I know! But I need things like who he’s tonguing on the daily, where does he shit? Who has he fucked?”

Voe snorts “He’s probably a virgin,” she sneers “Wait does that mean I have to stay at the hotel longer?”

Vox puts his arm around her “Yes my dear, it does. But only a little bit longer. This next part should be a piece of cake for someone as…charming and beautiful,” he kisses her hand “As yourself,”

Voe smirks at the flattery “Sure, but he doesn’t like me,”

“Drastic times call for drastic measures, my dear. You need to fuck him. Apology accepted in advance,”

“I’m sorry??”

“You need to fuck him,”

“Why would I ever do that?”

Velvette speaks up “Well, that’s how you get more information. How’s your acting?”

“Pretty good,”

“I need you in one of my films,” Val flicks his tongue 

“Not what I meant,” she glares at Val “You need to play the part of the sappy bitch,”

“That is the opposite of me,”

Velvette blinks rapidly “That’s why it’s called ‘acting’, love,” she turns to Vox “Are we sure she’s right for the Vees?” she mumbles 

Vox shrugs “We kept Val,” they look to the moth who’s not at all paying attention, staring at one of his guns.

Velvette grabs Voe’s shoulders, Voe gets a bit stiff. “You need to make them believe you want to be there. Look them in the eyes, but not too much. You have to look uncomfortable with opening yourself up for the first time. Sprinkles some truth in with your lies, and make them trust you by making them believe you trust them,”

“Where did you learn this?”

Vel shrugs “I do that with every guy I fuck,”

Vox and Val turn to her “Wait, what?”

“Okay,” Voe starts “But it will seem very suspicious if I start being nice to him. I mean, I got in a fight with the guy,”

“Don’t be nice to him, be nice to everyone else.” she tells her “Don’t ignore him completely, just don’t engage,”

Voe opens her eyes wide “And that will irk him, cuz he hates being ignored,”

“Exactly! Little good mornings here, how do you do’s there. You know the drill,”

“Okay, I can do this,”

“Good,”

Vox steps up “So head back there now,”

“And when you get back tell them you were out on the town, thinking about your past actions and how they’ve affected people,”

“Got it,”

When Voe walks through those doors, she is immediately ambushed by Angel Dust

“You’re not working for them, are you?”

“What?”

“The Vees!”

“Don’t you work for the Vees? Why are you pressing me?”

“Do you work for them or not?”

She spins to face him “No! Okay? Vox offered me a job and I turned it down! There are you happy?”

“What about your lives?” 

“They sponsor me, but I don’t work for them! Geez,”

Angel stands with his arms crossed and Voe remembers what Velvette told her “Listen, Angel,” she puts her hand on one of his arms “I don’t want you to worry, I’m just fine, and I am fully committed to this Hotel and redemption. Okay?”

He seems less tense at that response “Alright, I’m still keeping an eye on you. Just be careful, all right?”

“I got it,”

The next morning during Charlie’s activity Voe stuck her hand straight up in the air.

“Oh Voe, you don’t have to raise your hand. Are you okay? You seem sad,”

Voe stands quietly, smoothing her dress down. She looks Charlie in the eye for a moment “I just wanted to say something to you, well, to everyone actually. I apologize for my recent behavior, there’s no better way to put it. I was a huge bitch.”

“True,” Angel comments

Voe angles her eyes downward “I’m…autistic and very low empathy, so I want to work to be kind to others despite that. I am from this moment on, fully committed to the betterment of myself and others! If you’ll allow me to try,” she looks back at Charlie who’s tearing up 

“Oh come here!” she envelopes Voe into a hug, slightly pushing her face into her boobs “Of course!” she shakes Voe in the hug. 

When she pulls back, Voe sits down and says “Thank you,” and nods once. She glances over at Alastor who is eyeing her with suspicion which she meets with her warm smile.

For the next few weeks, Voe decides to help around, attending each activity. At first, it was quite difficult to wake up at 8 every morning and engage with others, but she got used to it eventually. She found herself doing favors for people and raising her hand more and more. Alastor didn’t bother her really, he lurked around corners and stood in dark areas, like a creep. Especially when she was with Lucifer. Lucifer was the utmost gentleman she could have ever asked for, but their dates became more and more lackluster, at least from Voe’s perspective. Lucifer himself was having a blast. She somewhat missed her back and forth and fights. The sex was great, however. She somewhat wished they could just have sex and not talk. Lucifer showered her with gifts upon gifts, and she accepted them of course, but she was worried about the look in his eye that he got when he spoke to her. It almost felt…too intimate. 

Although…she thought, why was Alastor watching her when she was with Lucifer? She shook her head, he thought he was so clever and stealthy, but she could always see him, watching. She began to wonder what exactly he was staring at.

“Hello Alastor,” she spoke in passing to him

“Salutations, my dear,” he began “What’s this new game?” he asked right before she rounded the corner

Voe slowly turns around “Game?” she asks with a warm smile

“Yes, are you ignoring me now? Did I hurt your feelings?”

She turns to fully face him “I have no clue what you’re talking about, my good sir,”

He turns with his hands on his cane “How is your relationship with Lucifer doing? I’ve heard you too are officially together, at least that’s what he’s been saying,”

“Oh?”

“Is it untrue?”

“It’s not, I just wonder why it concerns you,”

He steps closer “I just can’t imagine how bored you must feel. All the compliments about your outfit that doesn’t match your shoes, or your hair with all the split ends, and your makeup that’s lighter than your skin tone,”

“It is not!”

He shrugs “Uhuh. But I guess you love that. The same every day, something like a broken record!”

“I’m sorry, what stake do you have in this?”

“Just trying to help you out,”

“How exactly?”

“Trying to save you from an endless relationship full of depression and ducks”

She steps toward him “And why would you want to save me?”

“Because I know that you are going to be terribly bored, and when one is terribly bored they explode. I wouldn’t want you to destroy our ‘fearless leader’,” he rolls his eyes

Voe snickers “Since when do you care about him? Or me?”

“Who says I care? I just find it entertaining to bother you! Nowadays, however, you’re just as boring as he is.”

“I am not boring,”

He blinks at her “Mhmm. I get bored just looking at you,”

Voe keeps her expression blank “So why are we having this conversation?”

“It’s the only fun thing to do with you,”

She smirks “I guarantee there are much more fun things that you could do with me,”

“I think this one’s the best!”

She shrugs “Well good day to you Alastor!” she waves him off

“Mhmmm!”

“And this one is named Kevin!”

“Do you name all of them?” she asked flatly

He mods and smiles “I named this one George, while this one is Georgia. They’re twins!”

“Oh wow,”

“Yeah! I made this one for Charlie’s 100th birthday! Oh, they grow up so fast! And this one is the magictastical backflipping rubber duck. That breathes fire!”

“Wow Lucifer, that’s so cool!”

He looks to her “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been talking about this for a while. Is there something you want to do?”

Voe smirks “Yes,” 

“Oh? What do you wanna do? We could watch a movie, or play some card games. Oh! I have another collection of ducks in the basement if you wanna see those. Honestly, I don’t know where the basement to this hotel is, and I-oh!”

While he spoke Voe dropped down onto her knees and unzipped his pants “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice sultry and smooth

“Y-yes,”

She pulls out his cock, thin, long, and white. She trails her fingers up and down the length of it and walks them up and down as well. “Is it okay if I put this in my mouth?”

Lucifer nods vigorously at the control she’s taken. She pumps the shaft a few times before kissing the tip of the penis and sliding it into her mouth. She bobs up and down on it as Lucifer sweats and his eyes back into his head

“Uh…Lilith,’

Voe pulls his cock out of her mouth with a loud ‘pop’ “What did you just call me?”

“Uh I uh I mean uh-“

She drops his cock and stands “I am…going to leave,”

His face falls “Yeah, I think that’s for the best,”

Did this man look her in the face and call out his ex’s name? This was the last straw, he wasn’t even interesting and the sex could be better and he dared to call someone else’s name!

Storming out of Lucifer’s room she bumps directly into Alastor’s chest “Oh my, you’re in such a rush. Do watch where you’re going, my dear,”

She sighs “I don’t have time for you,”

“Oh? Where are you headed?”

“None of your business,”

Alastor reaches out and grabs her arm “What’s wrong, my dear?”

“What?”

“What’s the matter?”

She furrows her brows in confusion “Why are you asking me that?”

“Because you are clearly distressed. Come,” he guides her to his radio tower and sits her down. Alastor turns on the radio and smooth jazz plays out of it. He sits down and turns to her, crossing his legs and putting his hands over his knees. “Would you like some coffee?”

“I hate coffee,”

He turns his lips up “My friend gave me some herbal tea, would you like that?”

She tilts her head “I would,”

He stands, humming to the soft jazz as he brews the tea. He bends over and the bottom of his coat raises a bit. Voe chuckles at the sight of his tiny butt and is shocked at the sight of something furry above it. Was that a tail? His handing her the tea broke her focus. She smiles and takes it, sipping gently and small. He sits back down. For a few moments, the only sound in the room is the music and her sips.

“Are you going to speak?”

“I was waiting for you to tell me what’s wrong. But we don’t always have to talk. We can sit in nice silence,”

The silence felt comfy, not at all like what it was with Lucifer. There didn’t have to be words; this was just fine. She continues to sip the tea. “Why are you suddenly interested in my feelings?”

He shrugs “You seemed upset, so I wanted to know what was happening,”

“So you’re a gossip?”

He grins “Guilty,”

Voe places the cup of tea to the side on an empty desk “If you must know, Lucifer and I were….intimate-“ Alastor chuckles and she glares at him playfully “And he said the former Queen’s name,”

Alastor begins laughing openly “Wow, he is much more pathetic than I thought,”

“I was quite insulted, as you can imagine,”

“Well you were in such a hurry, anyone could tell!”

“Well, now you know what was wrong,”

Alastor sits in silence and then speaks “I believe I should apologize to you for being so…..rude,”

“Oh?”

“I should not have said such rude things, and you were right. I don’t know you. And I think I might like to,”

“Really?”

“Yes really,”

Voe finishes her tea “How delightful!”

“I don’t think it’s that delightful. It’s very hard to apologize,”

“Well I’m not the one apologizing,” she grins

He grins back “Yes, it is very hard for me,”

Voe laughs “I do hope that if you are getting to know me, then the offer is turned the other way as well,”

“What do you mean?”

“I’d like to get to know you,”

“Fair enough,”

She crosses her legs “Wonderful, I have a question now actually,”

“Mmm, so eager,” his tone suspicious

Voe waves him off “Do you have a partner?”

Alastor blinks “I do not,”

“You don’t? Why not?”

He chuckles “And why do you care so much?”

“Well, you were interested in my love life,”

He sighs “I don’t see the point in having a lover. What would I do with them? I prefer to have friends,”

“Oh just ignore romance,”

“Oh, romance! Romance turns into betrayal and that turns into a messy situation,”

“A cynic, are you?” Alastor shrugs in response “So you’ve never engaged in anything, physical?”

He shakes his head “It never seemed to interest me,”

Voe leans back “Ask me something,”

He thinks for a moment “What do you do when you’re not here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you work, go for walks, or run errands?”

She nods “I like to walk and spend time alone, so I can properly think. It’s hard to when everyone is around and talking all the time and all at once,”

“Hmm, how strange. What is autism?” Voe smirks and doesn’t answer right away “Earlier you said you had it,”

“Autism is a developmental disability that affects how people learn, behave, communicate, and interact with others. It’s caused by brain differences,”

He thinks about it “Ahh, you’re like a little changeling!”

“No,”

“But that’s what changelings are,”

“Changelings are not real,”

“Of course they are! My mother used to tell me stories about them all the time! Fairies come in the night and replace your baby with one of theirs! My cousin was one!”

Voe gives him a blank stare “No, changelings…are not real. They are what uneducated people called autistic children,”

“Hmm! Well, I never knew that!”

“Now you know! Anything else you’d like to ask me Alastor?”

“Is Voe your real name?”

She chuckles some more “No,” she smirks

“What’s your name?”

Voe gives him coy eyes “Vera,”

“Oh! I think I like Vera much better,”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugs

“May I say something?”

Voe sits forward “You may,”

“You are quite a beautiful lady,”

She blushes slightly and smiles “Thank you,”

“Anytime,”

“You’re not so bad looking yourself,”

“Tell me something I don’t know!”

She laughs at his wit “You can be very funny when you try,”

“I am hilarious,” he grins, his teeth on full display

Voe leans forward “May I say something to you?”

“Sure,”

“I may or may not enjoy our little ‘tit for tats’”

His eyes widen and so does his smile “I knew it!”

“Yes, I must say that I do enjoy somebody that doesn’t just let me be right,”

Alastor sits back “Ah yes, you enjoy the struggle and the fight. Well my dear, with me you will struggle for the rest of your life,” he smirks wide “At least until I say so,”

“Oooh until you say so? You think you have that much control?”

“I know I do,”

Voe takes the elevator down to Vox’s office, he’s focused on his screens when she appears “Vox!” she sings when she approaches him

“Yes?” he asks not looking away from the screens

“I was right, he’s a virgin!”

Vox begins to cackle as Voe puts her hands on his shoulders “Good,”

“Good what?” she starts massaging his shoulders

“He’ll be easier to destroy. Everyone knows virgins are sensitive little bitches,”

Voe continues to massage Vox’s shoulders as he moans into the feeling “How does that feel?”

“Pretty good,”

“Would you like me to keep going?”

“Yes, keep going baby girl,” he turns around and pulls her onto his lap to straddle him “Tell Daddy what else you found sweetie,” he bites his lip and closes his eyes as he places his hand on her lower back to keep her 

“Well, nothing yet,”

Vox grabs her face “Hey, what’s going on? Why is the process slowing down huh?”

“Well, I thought we were done,”

“I wanna tell you something, just because the project is finished, doesn’t mean we don’t prepare for other projects. Do you understand?” Voe nods “I’m sorry, you don’t know how to use that pretty little mouth of yours?”

“Yes,”

“Good. You’re such a good girl. You’re doing so good,” he wraps his fingers around her neck “Don’t make me have to punish you,”

Voe bleats in response “Okay,” her voice trembles

“You’re gonna get more for me hmm?”

“Yes,”

“Doesn’t sound very convincing,” he drags his tongue along her shoulder and up her neck

“I will,” her voice sounds stronger

“Good, because I’m serious. These little games, they get tiring. Get me the information I need, your else I will finger you so hard that I will fuck up your internal organs, then fuck you so hard you’ll rip in half. And I mean that, literally. Okay?”

“Okay,”

“Huh? I can’t hear you,”

“Okay,” she says louder 

“Okay? Okay, what?”

“Okay Vox,” her lips and thighs are trembling as his grip on her throat tightens

“You’re so hot,” he whispers into her ear before biting it

“Thank you,”

“Did I tell you to speak?” Voe doesn’t know whether or not she is meant to answer this question, as Vox leaves kisses on her arms and chest. “You’re so rude to talk when I’m talking,” She nods as he cups her breast and plays with it like Play-Doh. “Be a good girl and stay quiet,” and she nods once more.

Chapter 10>

[glittter-vamp]

CHAPTER 6

Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of homophobia.

Word Count: 3.1k

Driving to Joe's felt like the longest drive in the entire world for Val, despite it being only a 15 minute drive. She had no clue what she was going to say to him, her emotions were all over the place. They both fucked up and hurt one another. She knew she had to mentally and emotionally prepare for the worst. Its been two days since all of this and even though Joe immediately wanted too see Val, she just wasn't ready to face things so they decided to give some time to each other before taking to one another and gather their thoughts.

Val pulled up to the familiar house and took a deep breath before shutting the engine of her car off and getting out of it. Usually she would use her key to let herself in but after everything, she felt weird to do so, so she just rang the doorbell instead. She waited nervously at the door for a moment before the door opens revealing Joe. He looked as sleepless as she felt, in his infamous colorful sweats he always wore.

"You could of used your key." Joe gives Val a small smile.

"Would of felt weird at the moment." She awkwardly shrugs as Joe lets her in the house.

"I uh...do you want something to drink?" Joe asks, Val could tell he was nervous about the conversation that needed to take place.

"I'm fine, we should just talk about everything and rip it off like a bandaid at this point." Val shakes her head.

"I...don't even know where to start here. I fucked up badly and I know you must hate me for it." Joe shakes his head running his fingers through his hair.

"Well I wasn't innocent either here and I don't hate you." Val sighs the conversation starting already in a manner that she didn't like.

"Yeah but you wouldn't have done what you did if I wasn't such a piece of shit." Joe shakes his head with regret written all over his face.

"I didn't know about the model until the morning after Joe, I got too drunk and let Summer dance like that with me." Val admits.

"So, you didn't get with her out of spite because of what I did?" Joe asks and Valeria shakes her head no.

"I bumped into Summer at the club, after we went back to my place, I guess we made out and I passed out before anything else happened. I then woke up the next morning in bed with her... mostly naked, freaked out but Summer told me that we didn't have sex and that's when I found out about you and the model leaving the club together in Miami." Val bites her lip.

"Do you have feelings for her?" Joe asks which caught her off completely guard. She didn't think that would be the next thing to come out of his mouth.

"No! Of course not?! Joe...why would I have feelings for her when I haven't seen her in years and I'm in love with you?" Val scoffs annoyed that he would ask that.

"I'm just trying to understand what's happening to us." Joe sighs shaking his head.

"I...think we might have move on from each other." Val bites her lip not even wanting to admit that herself, but she knew Joe wouldn't make this type of move.

"No." Joe says sternly crossing his arms and Val snorts sarcastically.

"No? What do you mean no? Joe, our relationship has gone no where these past few years and then all of a sudden it just plummeted because we both cheated!? So no isn't really an option." Val scoffs not believing that Joe would straight out just say no the way he did.

"It's not that bad! We can still fix this, You didn't even sleep with Summer and I...technically didn't really sleep with Sofia..." He says making Valeria confused hearing the last part.

"What does that even mean and don't piss me off, just be honest" Val rolls her eyes at Joe.

"She left my hotel room pissed cause...I couldn't... perform." Joe says embarrassed which almost made Val laugh but she managed to keep her cool.

"So, having erectile disfunction is the only reason why you didn't fuck her? That's not making me me feel any better cause the only reason you didn't fuck her was because you had limp dick & not because you didn't want to." Val snorts shaking her head in disbelief on what she was currently hearing. She couldn't believe this conversation right now.

"I couldn't have sex with her because I was thinking of you! You know I've never had that issue with you in bed but I just couldn't stop thinking of you. I know I was making a huge mistake and my anger towards myself was driving me to do what I was intending! " Joe snaps back clearly getting angry now at Val's reaction to what he was saying.

"You were thinking of me so much & mad at yourself that you brought a famous drop dead gorgeous model back to your hotel your room to fuck her. Thank you so much, that's exactly what every girl just dreams of!" Val says sarcastically.

"Val...I'm trying here. I'm being as honest and transparent as I can. We both fucked up, and I truly believe we can still work on this, we love each other to much not to." Joe practically pleads.

"Work on what Joe? Before this whole cheating thing, we both didn't talk to each other for 10 days and before that--our relationship was basically us being each others booty call cause we live separately and hang out in public once every 4 months to keep the 'we're just friends' narrative going...what could we do to fix this at this point? We've both have been on different pages this whole time on our relationship...what is there to fix or work on?" Val says exhaustedly, she was tired of repeating herself to Joe and reminding him of how fucked yo their relationship truly was.

"So that's it, you're going to just throw all these years together away? Just like that?" Joe scoffs which annoyed Val.

"I think we owe it to ourselves to put ourselves first right now. We both need time and to figure things out." She shakes her head.

"So you want a break?" Joe sighs.

"It seems right, we need to think about what we want and come back." Val nods.

"What if we end up wanting different things? Or you simply want to break up for good and I don't?" Joe asks.

"I don't think either of us deserve to be in a relationship where either one is in it for the wrong reasons Joe." Val sniffles feeling the emotions start to her. They both look at each other with sad heartbroken looks but Joe nods in agreement.

"Do you...want your apartment key back?" He says holding his emotions in as best as he could.

"We can deal with that later unless you want yours--No. It's okay, I'm...not ready for that. I can only handle so much right now..." Joe stops her as Val reaches for his house key on her keys.

"Well if you want it back, just uh, let me know." Val nods.

"Can I still...text you from time to time? I really hated not talking to you everyday and want to at least make sure you're alive and stuff." Joe asks seeming nervous to even ask the question.

"Sure, I don't mind." Val nods as they stand there awkwardly for a moment looking at each other and seeing each other trying not to break down in this moment.

"I should...get going." Val nods knowing Joe wouldn't dare ask her to leave.

"Wait um...does this mean we're suppose to be dating other people? I just ask cause I don't want to be surprised like I was this past weekend with what I saw online." Joe says. It was a valid question so Val couldn't even be mad at it.

"If that's what you feel like you need to do...go for it." Val shrugs pretending saying those words weren't hurting her.

"I'm not planning on it." Joe says but Val doesn't buy it. At the end of the day he's a famous football player with the looks and body of a god, a break means free game. She knew Joe was going to take advantage one way or another. Val just nods not commenting on what he said and she heads for the front door, Joe following behind.

"I'm real sorry Val. I still love you & whatever you need, I'll be here." Joe sighs once she opens the door and steps out.

"Me too."

**********************************

A Few Days Later:

Val was at her store a few hours before regular hours because Kade and Elsa wanted to brainstorm some ideas with her. She got them their coffee orders & some bagels before coming in, trying to care for her employees with even the little things. They stood at the front register talking a bit about personal stuff a little bit before they started on the store conversations.

"Okay, so can we start with the idea's now?" Elsa smiles excitedly.

"Yes! Please." Val nods in agreement.

"Okay, so...I'm not trying to over step here or disrespect you at all but... I think you should use what happened in the tabloids this past weekend, to your own advantage." Elsa says confidently. Val raises an eyebrow at her wondering where she was going with this.

"Pride month is next month, two and a half weeks away exactly and though we always have a section with all of the proceeds donated to LGBTQIA+ causes on certain items...this is now officially a LGBTQIA+ owned business and you should market to the community and go all out for Pride month." Kade suggests.

"How would we get merchandise orders in time, other than what we ordered a few months ago for Pride? Two weeks isn't nearly enough time and before you'll know it the month will be over." Val shakes her head before sipping her coffee.

"I made a few calls and if you tell me by noon today...all this will be here by today, next week. Kade helped me with the budget, it's doable and you'd make record profit if you jump on that attention wave you're receiving right now. Online orders will boom!" Elsa smirks showing Val all the Pride items printed out on a few pieces of paper.

"This would also mean breaking donation records." Kade nods adding his two cents. Val looks over everything they had both gotten together, it had seemed like they had both done their homework on this in the short period they had.

"Fuck it. Might as well!" Val agrees making Kade and Elsa high five each other.

"Great! Next year we can talk designing actual pieces for pride but for now this is a great way to use something bad to your advantage and get some good out of it." Elsa smiles.

"We do however... need to be prepared for any Karen's or Ken's, I've deleted a lot of mean comments on our store instagram page." Kade reminds everyone. That part made Valeria nervous a bit, she was still getting very homophobic hate comments from people, all to which don't even follow her and never had. It was tough to see but she was blocking people like crazy and limiting comments on most posts especially on the store ones. Her group of friends were also not holding back with defending her which she appreciated. They talk a bit more about the Pride collection and how the display should now work with the extra stuff that will be ordered along with marketing strategies on social media.

The day then goes on and since Dani was out for the week Val had her hands full with restocking and cleaning around the store while Kade stayed on the register and Elsa did shipment orders in the back. Val didn't mind though, she was happy that she had something to try and keep her mind busy and off Joe, though it wasn't working like she wanted too. She hadn't talked to him since she went to his house to talk about the dumpster fire that was their relationship. She still had mixed feelings about everything, she adored Joe & cared for him in ways she couldn't even describe but they both cheated on one another. She also couldn't leave out the fact that she spent years hiding the fact that Joe was her boyfriend and him doing the same to her. As much as she loved Joe, she knew she couldn't do that for however many more years. Val gets pulled out from her thoughts when she hears Kade call for her and she turns around to see two very unexpected guests in her store at the moment.

"Hey...what are you two doing here?" Val asks awkwardly at the two men in front of her.

"Uh, just wanted to know if you've heard anything from Joe. We've been trying to reach him cause he hasn't made it to last practices and that's not really like him. Even if they're not mandatory. We decided to see if you could help us out here." Ja'Marr says.

"Yeah, we know you two are really close friends so we thought you might of heard something or known something." Tee says awkwardly making Val snort. Ja'Marr and Tee both knew about you and Joe. They were the only guys on the team other than the head coach that did so seeing Tee trying to make it not obvious was quite funny.

"I uh, I'm sorry but can't help you here boys. Maybe he's in Athens or feeling under the weather lately, I haven't talked to him in a few days myself. I know just as much as you do. " Val shrugs trying to play it as cool as she could but Ja'Marr eyes her suspiciously.

"Y'all break up?' He blurts out and Tee sucks his teeth in annoyance smacking him in the arm. They both look around and notice that thankfully no one was around to hear what he just said.

"We might be...going through some troubles but I still don't know where he is. It's been days since I've last heard of him. " Val shakes her head telling them the truth.

"Are you doing alright though? We saw... the thing on TMZ, you good?" Tee asks.

"Yeah, for the most part. But uh, I should really get back to this, I have lost to do afterwards. I hope you guys are able to track him down though, he shouldn't be ignoring you like that." Val says pushing a smile on her face.

"Yeah, I'll uh, see you later." Ja'Marr nods.

"Thanks anyway." Tee smiles.

They both say goodbye to Val and walk out of the store. Val lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in and then took another deep breath getting back to her work, pushing whatever just happened out of her mind. Though she tried hard, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Joe. He never was the type to mope around, miss practice and ignore his teammates due to personal life troubles. Val fought her own thoughts on reaching out to him, they agreed on being on a break and giving each other space. She also thought about what if he actually just used the guys too spy on her & see how she was doing. They were acting a bit odd but she knew overall she had to just leave it alone and focus on her.

**************** It was late in the evening now and Val was making herself some dinner. Shrimp Alfredo to be exact. As she was adding the sauce to the noodles & shrimp there was a random knock on her door. She checked the time on her Apple Watch and it was too late for anyone to be delivering packages so she walked to her door checked the peep hole wondering who it could be. She was very shocked to see it was Summer. She opens the door and Summer immediately greets her with a warm smile. She was holding a bouquet of flowers. Pink Roses to be exact.

"Hey! I hope you don't mind me dropping by like this... I uh, wanted to talk to you." Summer bites her hip.

"Uh, yeah sure come in. Sorry if it smells like food, I'm making dinner at the moment." Val says letting her in.

"Smells great actually!" Summer smiles.

"Thanks, I'm making shrimp Alfredo if you want some! There's plenty, I always over make food for myself." Val nods going back to her stove and mixing it up to make sure all the sauce was spread out evenly.

"I could eat!" Summer nods.

"It'll be ready in a few." Val smiles.

"Great! Um, I wanted to come by and apologize for the way I acted the day after we went to the club & how I acted in the store that day in front of you and Joe. I wouldn't have done any of that if I knew you weren't a single woman." Summer says handing you the beautiful flowers which made you blush.

"Well, I appreciate that a lot but it's really not your fault. I fucked up and wasn't honest but these flowers are so amazing. Thank you." Val gives her a warm smile and she then smells the flowers before making room for them on her breakfast bar.

"I hope things are okay between you two now... I know he probably doesn't like me very much after that video." Summer chuckles awkwardly.

"Um, we're sort of... taking a break at the moment. He wasn't so faithful either and our relationship hasn't ever been perfect. So we're both taking time away from each other to figure things out." Val nods.

"Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that." Summer responds giving Val a reassuring smile.

"Thanks. But uh, why don't you go sit down. I'll make you a plate." Val smiles.

"I wish I would of known you were cooking, I would of brought dessert... or wine." Summer says taking a seat at the dinner table.

"I have cookies and cream ice cream in the freezer & also a bottle of white or red, choose your poison." Val respond back as she gets some plates out from the cupboard.

"Definitely the red & we can never go wrong with cookies cream." Summer smirks.

A/N: Joe and Val have a Ross Geller and Rachel Green moment happening, how do you think this is gonna go for them?

[corazondebeskar-reads]

Fic Recs - Other

Fic recs featuring media other than Star Wars and The Last of Us.

Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = rough/bdsm elements, 💀 = dead dove do not eat

Mind the warnings, and please read responsibly. you control your own media consumption.

All Fic Recs

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels - "Kingsman: The Golden Circle"

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Dieter Bravo - "The Bubble"

Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried (series, complete)

summary: dumped and drowning in a summer storm, you duck inside a coffee shop to hide from your broken heart. Covered in plants and hand drawn images over exposed brick, it seems like a slice of heaven. The owner brings you a blueberry muffin and a promise; you’ll fall in love with him before the new year.

Red Herring by @nothoughtsjustmeds (one-shot)

summary: red herring (n.): an unimportant fact, idea, event, etc. that takes people's attention away from something important.

Dave York - "The Equalizer 2"

⛓🏴The Violence of You by @whataperfectwasteoftime (oneshot)

summary: You’re so fucking predictable. You have a bad night, and you come crawling to him, the only person who can take all this pain inside you and do something with it.

Black Jaguar by @oogaboogasphincter (one-shot)

summary: dave returns home from a job and can’t wait to indulge in you.

⛓ the dress series by @janaispunk (ongoing)

summary: You’re having an affair with Dave York. When he takes you on a week-long vacation, you realize that you have deeper feelings for him than you should.

⛓ Penance by @max--phillips (one-shot)

summary: dom!dave and boot worship

Ezra - "Prospect"

⛓B is for Bathroom Control by @max--phillips (oneshot)

pro-dom Ezra and piss play

I Forget About Time and Space by @psychedelic-ink (oneshot)

summary: you cook for ezra's guests, and seeing the sight of you being so domestic awakens something in him.

⛓ Plaited and Braided by @bonezone44

summary: Ezra gets a hold of a supersonic whip (aka bullwhip) and tries it out on you. There’s aftercare and then there’s sex.

Francisco "Frankie" Morales - "Triple Frontier"

🏴⛓ A Little Mishap by @lincolndjarin (oneshot)

summary: you and frankie return to base camp after an unsuccessful mission, each of you blaming the other for the outcome.

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Verse)

distracted by @cool-iguana

summary: reader is sick of Miguel playing video games and not giving her attention, so she does something about it.

Max Phillips - "Bloodsucking Bastards"

i wanna do bad things with you by @chronically-ghosted (series; ongoing)

summary: you ask him to bite you, but he has some reservations. you agree to work up to it and test his limits.

Javier Peña - "Narcos"

Paranoid Heart by @goodwithcheese (ongoing)

summary: Maybe reckless hearts come in pairs.

Moon Knight

⛓ Be Lost by @juneknight (series; ongoing)

Marc Spector

summary: after a series of failures to find a dominant, your long time best friend Marc offers to give topping you a shot.

Crossovers

Welcome to the Carnal-val by @covetyou

ft. Dieter Bravo & Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

summary: Ladies and gentlefolk, adults of all ages, come one, come all, to the Carnal-val. Witness the most spectacular sights, jaw-dropping feats of depravity, and awe-inspiring liberties taken with Pedro characters.

[mahimahi713]

Hello, all. Here is ME bringing a crossover no one asked for. And it’s probably the worst crossover idea to date. I see a bunch of ideas and fics for DP and DC crossovers and that’s fine. But I prefer Marvel. The shows especially.

Specifically I’m talking a Sam focused DannyPhantom and Punisher crossover. So what happens is is that Danny is critically injured in a ghost battle. He’s taken into the ghost zone to heal. The GIW somehow find out. Tucker and his family are able to go into hiding with Jazz and Danny’s parents (they know in this fic) and so does Dani and Val and her dad.

But who doesn’t? Sam and her family who are on vacation. Sam didn’t want to even go on vacation. But Jack and Maddie convince her as tbis may be the last time Ida can travel like that and because Danny is safe and sound in the GZ and is being taken care of. For whatever reason (still need work it out) they can’t reach the Mansons to warn them the GIW are coming or they can’t because the GIW reach them at the same time.

So Sam along with her parents and Ida are all captured.

It gets dark because the GIW are really terrible in this crossover and they aren’t above torturing Sam.

To try and get Sam to tell them where Danny is and how to get to him they threaten her parents and Ida who also refuse to talk and are ultimately killed in front of her. They also tell Sam to not say a thing.

I don’t know how Frank (this is specifically the Punisher from the Netflix show) winds up at the HQ where Sam is, but he does. And he sees that they’re torturing a teenage girl. And he’s not letting that slide. I get it is Punisher but he doesn’t just swoop in and kill them all and save Sam. He gets caught and thrown in a cell and he and Sam get to talking (maybe, might change this).

But then things really take a turn where the guy who’s been the one torturing her the most and has made all the plans for it basically is like “as a man, I have a way of breaking a girl” and he obviously means what you think it does. Maybe that is too much. It doesn’t happen. But the guy goes in there to do it but Sam has been stewing in rage so she pretends to be unconscious and with what strength she has when he comes into her cell is tap into every self defense lesson she’s ever had and stick her thumbs into his eyes and bite down on his nose as hard as she can. She’s running on rage, anguish and adrenaline.

It’s then she’s able to get out, gets Frank out and they (mostly Frank) fight off/kill the GIW and escape.

They know that they can’t just be out in the open. Sam recognizes where they are and knows that they’re not too far from a cabin her family owns that her parents bought in recent years that the trio went to pretty frequently. It’s stocked with shelf stable food and even has ghost fighting weapons. Sam is able to patch up Frank as well as herself and she gives him stitches and obviously he’s wondering why TF she knows how to do that. She tells him she just was curious and googled it and then got stuff online to practice at home. She could tell him the truth but she’s not so sure if she should. He also sees her fire off a bazooka while they were still at the GIW HQ that the giw stole the idea from the Fentons so he’s like “wtf even are you??” And then they go to her cabin and she’s got weapons? Like custom made specialized weapons.

Daredevil would come in eventually. Idk where the series ends but I’ve got a couple more episodes of season 3.

But I might make it so Matt represents Sam. Or even Foggy. And they get her charges from the giw dropped. She just acted in self defense and the giw tortured a minor and killed her family. They abducted her and imprisoned her. So they get the GIW shut down and defunded.

Of course it’s not the end of Sam’s problems because they shitty members of her family when the news went out that Sam and her family were missing, tried to get their hands on the vast wealth they have and Sam is set to inherit. And they suck and don’t back off because Sam is back.

This is just an overview.

Just a little self indulgence because I love marvel shows and DP

And I think the dynamic between Sam and Frank could be interesting and even comical at times (on Sam’s part)

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To Fall and Fall to Rise Pt.2

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tw: emotional manipulation, child abuse

It’s already dark by the time he drives into his old neighbourhood and nothing’s changed. He sees the only school in the area, memories of never attending and wondering why why why flitting through his head like an old grudge. There are the shops right across it he always passes, never going in unless Amala has an errand for him.

He wonders again, so many years later, if he would’ve made friends then.

Val drives past the school and the shops. He goes along the streets he still knows like the back of his hand, all the joys and horrors remembered. There is only a spattering of people out, all in their flimsy attire and stupid sandals, where they can wiggle their toes with a sigh in the snow.

Snow is something else. Kea and the others who look at him with a curious eye always try to dare him to touch it, but he always refuses. He’s already ice cold, they reason. What’s the harm in getting colder?

Val just smiles at remarks like that until they feel uneasy enough to shift the conversation. But it makes sense, their arguments. A little more cold wouldn’t hurt, right?

That’s easy to say for people who’ve never felt cold in their lives. It’s easy for anyone who’s never almost been part of the wintry landscape if Amala hadn’t rushed out to find him. The feeling of being surrounded by the very cold he emanates is not like death. Not exactly.

It’s like sleeping and what was scarier than that?

Val comes upon the local playground and slows down. There’s a familiar face. Rolling the window and coming to a stop, he shoots the figure his first genuine smile of the day.

“Hey, old man,” Val says in greeting. The vendor shuffles to a stop. The old man frowns before shuffling closer. It takes only a moment for recognition to finally spark in those dark eyes.

“Von Brandt!” He says, laughing. Val returns the laugh, his smile getting wider by the minute. “That your ugly mug, you brat?”

“Says the idiot old man who’s walking the streets all red-faced,” Val said, sniping back good-heartedly. He threw a coin the man swiftly caught. “What, you cooking those sweet potatoes on your face, Lailo?”

“Brat,” Lailo says with a grumble, but still dutifully opens his steamer. With deft hands unafraid of the concentrated heat, he plucks out a sweet potato wrapped in tinfoil and tosses it over.

As always, Val pretends to fumble with it, hissing hot hot hot if only because it makes the old man chuckle. Three years later, and it still does. He unwraps the tinfoil and sighs as a puff of heat went at his face.

He missed this. The best steamed sweet potato always came from Lailo’s cart.

“So,” The old man starts after Val had taken some bites. “You came for ol’ Amala, huh?”

Val’s hands around the sweet potato twitch, but he nods, staying silent. He keeps eating. Lailo gets enough of an answer from that. The old man always seems to have an affinity for reading him too easily. He seems to know well enough he should let the matter go because he dusts off the snow on his cart.

Val looks at the old man he’s formed a friendship with and wonders. He looks at the gloves, hat, scarf, and all the other layers Val himself had adorned hours before. All he knows of Lailo was the old man was just like him.

Val wonders how much Lailo Croaker knows about him and his mum.

“She’s about to burn out,” Val says and he watches, closer than he’s ever had, how the old man he’d treated like a brother reacts to the news.

Lailo keeps on cleaning his cart.

“That so,” Lailo says, their dark eyes knowing and the sweet potato turns to ice in Val’s throat. “You better head on over soon then, brat.”

And with a heave, he pushes his cart and was on his way again along the streets.

Val … should’ve known. He really should’ve because of course, Lailo must’ve known everything that goes on in this town. Of course, he knows everything. Val had helped with that.

He understands and knows he doesn’t have to, as he throws the sweet potato out into the snow where it belongs.

The snow’s falling heavily outside, but Val gets out of the car, anyway. The few bites of steamed sweet potato make him ‘warm’ enough to only need a coat compared to earlier.

Earlier. What a curious thing to think about those hours of listening to professors as ‘earlier.’

He thinks it’s a lifetime ago. It feels like it. It’s as if the long road from his university to here crossed the boundaries of time and opportunity. Being here at the playground he always went to worsens the feeling settling over him. He feels like the swing’s a pendulum, reversing the hours and days he’s been away. Being here worsens the feeling of wanting to forget. It makes him only want to remember the good things and none of the bad, which made him leave.

Hard not to drown in these thoughts and feelings when everything’s the same—the sandbox, swings, and the playhouse with its slides. The little paradise for the little Von Brandt.

“Val?”

Val blinks. Someone’s calling. No one should be. It’s late at night and his neighbourhood’s never had much of a nightlife. The most obvious reason is no one knows him well enough, save for Amala, Lailo, and—

Someone’s walking towards him. They’re wearing the same flimsy attire as everyone else—all thin fabrics and floppy sandals. Their steps are hurried, steam rising from the snow-covered path that Val himself has taken just moments before getting to the swings.

Then the figure comes into the light and Val wishes he stayed in the car.

“Val?” Mrs Sorge says, breathless and with awe in her delicate voice. It’s the same voice he remembers. “Oh, gods, it’s really you.”

Val offers a polite smile.

“Mrs Sorge,” He says and stops before he gives more than he should and wants. The woman who had gracefully aged seems to catch on and she shuffles closer. Her hurried steps from earlier are now hesitant, as if she doesn’t know if the welcome is still there.

Mrs Sorge looks into Val’s face and the welcome’s there. It’s always been from when she first found him hiding near her house. She sees the welcome from when she promised she wouldn’t say and mind telling me what’s the problem, love?

It’s there. Of course it’s still there and Mrs Sorge sobs and cradles his face. Her kind eyes look at him like he’s still the boy who shared whispers with her and that he didn’t—

“Oh, my boy,” She says with a sob, love and regret burning off of her so like the day she left, leaving him promises never met. “Oh, my boy, why are you back?”

Val let something of the truth show on his face. He reckons it’s like a sheet of ice falling off, crashing into dagger shards at their feet. It might hurt her. It might not. Might, might, and all the possibilities. This, he shows her when he lets himself lean into her touch before pulling away.

Val smiles for real this time. Something cracks like the chipping of ice. He wonders what else will break today. Will she? For him? Mrs Sorge’s hot tears are still flowing down her cheeks and he wipes them away.

“She called,” Val says, and that’s a truth he doesn’t need to explain. Not to the only person who tried to get him out and away and free.

Her tears, he thinks, are as warm as he remembers.

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I don’t think Jon and Sansa will get an ideal ending either, but at the same time, I think Sansa will at least marry Jon secretly because this moment—

Reads like this to me:

In which the voices of her abusers tell her to despair, and she does, only for the reader to realize (and Sansa too, eventually), that they’re wrong. There are heroes:

And of course, we have Brienne telling us there are true knights as well. I have to think, if Martin wrote into AGOT that moment only to specifically refute that fear later in the series, he’s likely written Sansa’s other low-point into the series with the same intent--to restore her faith/hope. To me, that speaks to Martin's plans for Sansa, and is one of the strongest arguments for canon Jonsa.

It could be a rushed marriage, before war or before Jon goes South, or a secret wedding since Sansa is technically still married to Tyrion, but I think there's good reason to believe that line is set-up for a later plot point.

I would also argue that just as Jon is presented with the opportunity to marry Val to unite the North with the FF, only for us to know that he has developed an understanding of the FF, to watch as the FF swear loyalty to him, to see the potential for him to be the means to maintain peace, I'd say that is likely being matched with what is happening in the Eyrie ie Sansa winning loyalty there from Royce who recognizes her, and from Robin who is obsessed with her. In fact, I'd say securing the alliance via a marriage would undermine this passage:

Last of all came the Royces, Lord Nestor and Bronze Yohn. The Lord of Runestone stood as tall as the Hound. Though his hair was grey and his face lined, Lord Yohn still looked as though he could break most younger men like twigs in those huge gnarled hands. His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa's memories of his time at Winterfell. She remembered him at table, speaking quietly with her mother. She heard his voice booming off the walls when he rode back from a hunt with a buck behind his saddle. She could see him in the yard, a practice sword in hand, hammering her father to the ground and turning to defeat Ser Rodrik as well. He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me? The war is finished and Winterfell is fallen. "Lord Royce," she asked timidly, "will you have a cup of wine, to take the chill off?" Bronze Yohn had slate-grey eyes, half-hidden beneath the bushiest eyebrows she had ever seen. They crinkled when he looked down at her. "Do I know you, girl?" (AFFC, Alayne I)

which leads us to think the idea will be holding up the significance of Sansa, even though she has no expectation of it, not the dude she marries. I think that pertains to fighting forces as well as food, and that's before we get into the Jonsa implications of this passage:

Our best hope may be the Eyrie. The Vale of Arryn was famously fertile and had gone untouched during the fighting. Jon wondered how Lady Catelyn's sister would feel about feeding Ned Stark's bastard. As a boy, he often felt as if the lady grudged him every bite. (ADWD, Jon IV)

I did want to add something about songs/Martin’s love for tragic romances, but while I transcribed his comments on that once I can’t find it rn so I’ll have to revisit that later.

How Jonsa will happen?

Most likely like Sansa predicted, in Book One:

"I love him, Father, I truly truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, as much as Jonquil loved Ser Florian. I want to be his queen and have his babies."

In Case no one knows it, these love stories are inworld Songs about tragic and unfulfilled Love. Naerys was the Wife of Aegon IV and gave him Children, although she loved their Brother Aemon (according to this Song) and Jonquil and Ser Florian are Songs which are described as Sad in AFFC. So when Sansa says this in Book ONE, she thinks she is in Love with Joffrey, but given her relatively naive Outlook on Life, I would say she is more in Love with the thought of being in Love than with Joffrey.

I expect Jon and Sansa to happen with the realisation that their Love is not for the Best, in the middle of Winter, during a Food Crisis, with the Others on their Way, etc. And that won't miraculously change. And no, Daenerys won't be the solution to that problem, because what Jon and Sansa need is Food and/or Money, Daenerys has neither. So the best and easiest solution would be Marriage. Sansa marrying someone who can solve their problems, either someone with Money or someone with Food. The ideal would be both but in Westeros, there are either People indebted or soon will be indebted because Food will be needed and most likely will be bought.

And Sansa will marry someone, with one of these Things (I expect Littlefinger will be long dead by that point, so no luckily for all of us, this Creep won't be it) If Littlefinger dies without issue (because Sansa is revealed as Sansa stark and not Alayne Stone), it is most likely that Sansa will marry Sweet Robin, because, I think Harry the Heir will die, but Sweet robin will survive (mostly because Robin is the Reason that Baelish has Power in the Vale, not the Harding-Boy)

And because the Wall will be totally destroyed and never be rebuilt, Jon won't be at the Wall at the End of this Story, he most likely will become either Sansa's or Rikkon's Sworn Sword something similar to a Kingsguard. And what that means, I won't describe, but it will be very bitter-sweet. And Sansa will be in Love unfulfilled and married to someone else. And Jon will have his family back and only father Bastards, the very thing he never wanted to do.