#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.”

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 6: troublesome

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

your POV: Earlier this morning Alastor had made breakfast again and Charlie called everyone over, heading out I take a seat next to angel, a plate waiting for me. Alastor had made French toast topped with powder sugar, I don't quite remember the last time I had French toast, picking up my fork I cut a piece off taking a bite letting out a satisficed hum in response. while everyone was eating angel was talking about wanting to go to a nightclub later today "angel the point of redemption is to clean yourself of sins" "oh cmon its just a bit of drinken, I promise I wont do drugss~ y/n you'll come with me wont ya?" stopping mid bite I put my fork down "uhm angel... I haven't been out to drink in a while and besides I'm not very good at holding my-" "nahh it will be fun trust me, ill take care of ya!" "I- I mean I guess" "great later tonight, dress in somethin sexy, ya never know who might be there~" I roll my eyes as I finish my food.

Alastors POV: a night club? I would have never taken y/n for a person who enjoys such activity's...especially with angel, that could be troublesome. "angel perhaps you should take somebody else with you, wouldn't want another mishap like last time~" "now how the fuck did you know about that!!!" "I know everything angel..." "your fucken creepy" "you could be more clever with your words" "whatever well be fine Val wouldn't be there, I hope..." not very convincing "well its none of my business what happens to you, just don't drag others along when something does"

your POV: Alastor left the table leaving everyone else to finish there food. during the evening I help niffty with some cleaning, husk threw up on the carpet from drinking to much and she needed help cleaning the stain. after what felt like hours the floor was clean and it was time for me to get ready for tonight. walking back to my room I rummage through my closet seeing if I have any nice outfits or dresses, I stumbled upon one dress that was all black, it had an open back stopping above my tail with thin straps and a semi deep V line, it was long enough that it covered but one wrong move and its over, putting it on it was well fitted, hugging my waist nicely. I never had time to do my makeup so I went to angels room to help with my hair and face "well babes you look good enough to eat~ if I liked girls" "thanks angel", while he did my hair we laughed and talked, "if you don't stop moving while I'm doing ya eyeliner were gonna fight" "its to close to my eye!" "its eyeliner!!!". eventually we were done getting ready and he dragged me to his bathroom mirror, "angel I- I look so..." "hot?" I huff out a laugh "yeah ok" "ill meet you downstairs?" I nod heading out of the room to the lobby.

Alastors POV: Charlie and I were discussing her idea about hosting a "party" for sinners who are interested in redemption but she described it more like a ball. it wasn't bad idea but I'm sure people would only be there for the food. this idea lasted in my mind for a short while before Charlie let out an ear wrenching squeal "Charlie dear please do not-..." y/n walked into the lobby in a dress that I was not to keen on letting her leave outside with but my she looked beautiful. "y/n you look amazing!!!" "oh thank you Charlie, I'm not quite used to dressing like this..." "well my dear it is an interesting choice of clothing but you look wonderful" you look like I'm gonna have to murder a few people later "thanks alastor" "of course my dear, now if you excuse me I have some business to attend to"

your POV:

seeing angel walk out "alright babes you ready to party!!" "angel please please pleaseee!!!! be safe" "well be fine Charlie well be back before ya miss us" as we walk out of the hotel we head to the club that angel frequents at.

Alastors POV:

watching angel and y/n leave I turn to the hallway seeing my shadow grinning at me "follow them" with a nod it leaves, I'm not letting her out of my sight, especially looking like that...that's asking for trouble I will not allow

your POV:

walking into the club the music was so loud you could hear it from outside, the place was crowded and reeked of alcohol and cigarettes'. holding onto angels hand for dear life we finally manage to reach the bar "what can I get you to hotties" looking at angel I shrug, not knowing this place all to well "ill get a sex on the beach and shell get a margarita thanks~" "a margarita?" "oh cmon gotta start off strong" "your paying for my funeral" as the bar tender slides over our drinks we both clink glasses as we start off our night.

one hour into the night and I have lost angel, the effects of having to many drinks to count starting to kick in, pushing my way past the crowd looking for angel I bump into somebody tall somebody familiar?....wait no that's- "is that the little conejita I see~ well isn't that a surprise, what brings you to my club? back for a job~" "V-Val oh uhm I'm not-" slurring my words he drags me to a booth sitting me on his lap "somebody's had to much to drink today~" "no I have to go I'm looking for-" "now now leaving already, sit and stay a while let me treat you for a bit" trying to slip off his lap his two bottom hands have me held by the waist and I knew drunk or sober, that I was in deep shit...

because I was a day late I will be posting 2 chapters today so stay ready for the best ideas I have to bring to life I love you all hope you enjoyed and stay tunned~

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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[hypervoxel]

Jumble of headcanons in no particular order about Vark because I need to write them down somewhere to pretend to be organized

He started off sooo cute and tiny, like the size of a guinea pig. And he made laser noises like a baby Cuban crocodile.

He was so so tiny. He did not stay tiny.

Sharks sense electricity! He's naturally drawn to Vox when Vox is taking in or letting off too much power. He naturally interrupts Vox's overstimulation and warns about seizures, so Vox trained him some actual medical alert tasks.

Service shark Vark 🐕‍🦺

On the topic of electricity, I also headcanon him as having some aspects of an electric eel as well. A fantasy eel. He can take in some of Vox's excess energy, and isn't bothered by the sparks Vox throws off.

I'm chewing on the idea that Val bought Vark for Vox as an apology gift.

Now I'm just quoting myself directly from discord: I keep thinking of how I can include this (Vark being a gift from Val) in my one fanfic where it obviously does not fit bc Val hates Vark in it. Maybe he's jealous that Vox cares way more about Vark himself than the fact that Val gave him a gift. So unappreciative, didn't even have make-up sex over it bc Vox was too busy practically having a breakdown over how adorable Vark is. Val realizes that this was a mistake and he should have picked a very different gift instead

Vark is such a well behaved good boy when he's working, as a service shark. When Vox is in distress, Vark is so focused on trying to help with all the power of his tiny shark brain <3 Outside of that tho? He's a terror. He's so excitable. He canonically (in the old Voxtagram art) jumps on and knocks people over. This ties into him previously being a tiny adorable little thing. It was sooo cute when he jumped on your leg, back when he was the size of a large potato. It stayed cute up until they realized he was going to be so much bigger than they ever expected.

(It's like a bottle raised bull. The cute things they did when they were a little baby calf are no longer cute now that they're so large they are going to hurt you on accident just trying to be friendly and playful. RIP.)

Other service dog tasks for Vark: deep pressure therapy (of course. Interrupting behaviors such as when Vox is getting overwhelmed. Blocking to stop other people from getting too close to/touching Vox when he would shock them. I am forgetting so many things and will continue writing this list later

Vox doesn't do public access with Vark. This ties into my headcanons for Vox that he is deeply ashamed of himself and he cannot let anyone know he has problems ever.

Unfortunately, I am evil. So I also like the idea of Vark as an owner-trained service animal who is hmm not the perfect candidate for the job. In the same way shepherds aren't recommended for anxiety work, he can feed too much off of Vox's own emotions and has issues with guarding aggression that at times cause him to become reactive. (*points at my fanfic where he bites Val*)

I love bad representation.

Alsooo I don't like hammerhead sharks or animals that are too cartoon-y for me to understand as a real creature, so I'm making up a new design for Vark

Based on a Bonnethead Shark! Fun fact about Bonnethead Sharks: they are omnivorous! They eat seagrass :)

So Vark is omnivorous but unfortunately he's also like a tiger shark in that he'll eat anything even if it's not food. Tiger sharks have been found with license plates, tires, and other trash in their stomachs (sad)

Don't ask Vox how many times Vark has needed emergency exploratory surgery after eating something he shouldn't have. He doesn't want to talk about it.

Vark chews on wires like real sharks biting at undersea fiber optic cables. Chomp chomp

When Vark was a tiny baby, Velvette dressed him up in silly little outfits to post online. She doesn't do that anymore because he has mostly outgrown his cuteness stage for her: she only thought he was cute when he was little.

[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.

[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.

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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.

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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

[winniemaywebber]

Hi Winnie! Can I get 27 [orange segments] from the November prompts for Olive & Dougie? 🤍

hi nonnie! I decided to make this a mini sequel to this prompt from a few weeks ago 🥰

November prompts list - inbox open for more!

“You're still scowling?” Val cackles, placing her sunglasses on her eyes. Olive is swishing water around her mouth, the remnants of the D-Bar she had tried an hour before still clinging to her tastebuds.

“It won't go away!” she shudders. “The taste won't leave me. Does every candy bar in America taste like that?”

“Oh, stop,” Val sighs. “I'll change your mind about chocolate once we're home. Mama has all the good chocolate that her sister sends from Sicily.”

She flicks open her magazine, a new issue of Screen Romances that came in the same box from their friends back in the States.

“Go on, then, regale me. What's the hot Hollywood gossip?”

“Nothing much, honestly. Jimmy Stewart is still flying, Gable is back at home.”

She is met with silence as Olive puts her own sunglasses on, now able to see two figures walking up to them in the distance.

“Why read about handsome flyboys when we've got two of our own coming up right now?”

“Finally!”

***

“Hello, darling,” Olive greets, kissing her man on the cheek as he takes her hand to heave her off the chair. “How was it?”

“Easy as pie,” he smiles. “What did you get up to?”

“Val gave me a D-Bar and then we took a nap.”

“What did you think?”

She scowls again, shaking her head and faking a shudder. “Hated it. But Val said good Sicilian chocolate should change my mind, so–”

“And why hasn't her Ma sent us any of that?” Ev huffs, eyes narrowed at Val.

“Wanted to save it til we got home!” Val replies.

“Hm, great excuse. I won't be forgetting that any time soon.”

“How was your nap?” Dougie asks, kissing Olive’s forehead.

“Oh, it was lovely. Never much cared for them, as you know, but it was actually needed.”

“Good!” he smiles, digging in his pocket. “Brought you something.”

“You did?!” she grins in surprise, tucking herself under his arm. “Hope it's not a D-Bar.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You'll be happy to know, it's not.”

He struggles to pull whatever it is out of his pocket, Olive needing to place her hand in the opposite end to assist. She already knows by the feel and texture of the dimpled skin what it is, and she feels her eyes light up with excitement.

“An orange!”

“Yeah! I know you love them, and you probably haven't had one in quite a while.” He hands it over to her, and Olive gives the flesh a little squeeze. It feels like one of those tough, yet incredibly juicy ones that she'd crave on hot summer days and beg Pearl to buy on every grocery trip.

“My favorite,” she breathes, laying her head on Dougie's shoulder again. “You wanna share it?”

“Sure!” he replies, watching her begin to stick her fingers into the peel. “Wait!”

“What, darling?”

“Let me get that.”

Breath catches in her throat as her heart softens at the gesture, barely able to stop smiling at him. He pulls a segment off and places it in front of her mouth for her to bite, juice bursting and running down her chin the moment she does. He runs his thumb under her bottom lip to catch it, laughing fondly.

“Good?”

“The best.”

[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"

it tastes like acid by @psychedelic-ink (oneshot)

summary: he came by every wednesday to ask for your services, he's a broken man, you can tell. however, you didn't expect him to break you in return.

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.

[ruleroftheimps]

(TW: Implied/referenced cannibalism and vivisection)

Enter password – – > ************* Verifying... Welcome back sir. You have one (1) unread message in ‘Bumblevees’ from ‘Red Velvette’. What would you like to do? – – > Read message Message reads… ‘what the hell Vee??? we had a deal’ – – > Respond What would you like to say? – – > ‘I dont like cameras.’ Two (2) new messages from ‘Red Velvette’ in ‘Bumblevees’ – – > Read messages Messages read... ‘wait, shit, really??? next time tell me that Vee. i wouldn’t have pushed if i knew.’ ‘also, r u drunk?’ – – > Respond What would you like to say? – – > ‘why do you say that?’ Two (2) new messages in ‘Bumblevees’ – – > Read messages Messages read... ‘amrcito if you aren’t spelling everuthing properly it means you’re dfunk or injured’ ‘what Val said. the deer had better be there with you, or im kicking his ass’

~*~

Vox snorted softly, one hand resting under his boxy screen while the other lightly spun his drink. Alastor glanced over from where he was resting on the edge of the roof, one eyebrow raised. “Whatever is it now, darling? Another secret you were reminded of?” Vox shook his head as he closed the program.

“Nah, just something Vel said.” Alastor hummed in response, leaning forward slightly. The two were perched on the edge of one of the many giant towers in Envy. They had been an addition by Vox, massive buildings that rose out of the ocean. Partly because it made it easier to see what was going on above the ocean that covered all of Envy, and partly because they looked cool. Okay, mostly because they looked cool. “She threatened to fight you if you ditched me while I’m drunk again.”

“The doll?” Alastor’s expression was a mix between confused and insulted. “Dear, does she really think she can take me on?” Vox laughed softly again, shifting so that he was next to Alastor.

It was always a gamble with him. Somedays, Vox couldn’t get Alastor to let him go, not that he ever wanted Al to, and other days, being within biting distance was enough of a reason to get a cracked screen. Today, it seemed to be more like the former, based on how Alastor reached up and wrapped his arm around Vox’s shoulder. Although, to be fair, that could just be because he was worried Vox would fall and break his screen.

“And,” Alastor continued, not waiting for a response, “not to mention, I would never leave you alone when you are intoxicated. Not after what happened last time.”

Vox lightly batted at Alastor’s hand that was holding his drink. “That was not my fault,” he protested, pouty expression clearer than usual. The static that was constantly playing across his screen and obscuring his features was gone for once. Mostly because Vox lacked the mental capacity to keep it up and not fall off of this building, and he knew Alastor would laugh at him about it for the rest of their afterlives if he fell. And also never let him drink again.

“Darling, you walked into a trap and got kidnapped. You knew it was a trap, and you walked into it. You sent me a message saying it was a trap and then you walked into it. I had to abandon my tea with Rosie to save you, you insufferable picture box. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get my attention.” …maybe. “Not my fault,” Vox insisted playfully, taking another drink from his cup. “Anyways, questionable choices and amusing threats aside, any new information I should know?” Vox was totally not recording anything, how dare you accuse him of attempting to use his best-friend-slash-technically-enemy-slash-who-the-fuck-knows to get more information on what was happening? That was just rude. Shame. Shame on you.

Besides, Alastor knew exactly what he was doing, and he still hung around so it was fiiine. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.

Alastor rolled his eyes, lightly tapping the casing of Vox’s head. Yeah, he totally knew what Vox was doing. “The usual. A few demons and angels got cut apart- really, the diversity of the anatomy of human souls is quite amusing, especially when you throw in their different reactions. The taste varies greatly too- mostly because some idiotic group of angels decided to try to attack Cannibal town again. Oh, not to mention Micheal ‘found’ a lead on Leviathan's location, so that’s an absolute joy. Thank you for that.” Yeah… Vox grinned at that, totally feeling guilty as he took another sip. Totally. Hey, he won’t get involved in the fight, but giving Micheal little leads and watching the ensuing chaos, well, that was good television. And maybe he had something to gain if the Sin of Envy got killed. Maybe. “Mm, I suppose the only real new thing is that Micheal decided to send me to ‘check up’ on his niece’s hotel.” Vox choked on his drink, coughing a few times as his vents flipped on to try to accommodate for the sudden lack of air. Okay, he had not been expecting that.

“What?! Wait, wait, wait, Micheal’s sending you, his second in command, to the hotel owned by Lucifer’s daughter?? Fuck, did you piss him off or something?” Alastor just tilted his head, his permanent grin more of a smirk now.

“Why, Vox dear, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were worried about me. Whatever happened to ‘trust no one’?” Vox very maturely turned off his screen completely to hide his blush and gave Alastor the middle finger, earning an unhinged cackle from the deer.

“See if I ever do anything nice for you again, bastard. Never. I’m never going to be nice to you ever again.” Alastor didn’t stop laughing for a few minutes, and Vox’s screen remained off. Otherwise, he was pretty sure his entire screen would be tinted purple.

“Oh, dear, don’t worry,” Alastor teased, Vox immediately shoving him off the building. Not that it did anything, Alastor just immediately caught himself with shadow tentacles and laid there cackling. A few, annoyingly long minutes later, he finally managed to calm down, maneuvering himself closer to the rooftop. “Haha, really, it’ll be fine. We both know Micheal’s not the type to send soldiers on missions they won’t return from. Although, I may use you as a shield. I mean, nobody’s willing to kill you, for reasons unknown to me.” Vox’s screen flicked back on as he smirked.

“Because they know all of their secrets will be revealed, and wouldn’t that fuck up about… mm, all of the sides?” Alastor laughed again, although it was less of a cackle and more of a giggle as he sat back down next to Vox. That was how they worked, wasn’t it? They’d shove each other away, and the other would come right back. “Mm, but actually, I have almost nothing on the princess, and it would be useful…”

…damn it, Al really knew how to play him like a fiddle.

“Fine, I’ll come be your meat shield,” Vox said, rolling his eyes. Alastor’s grin widened, and he lightly poked Vox’s head. “Why, thank you dear. I have the feeling this will be most entertaining! I mean-” Alastor suddenly cut himself off, expression changing slightly. Vox tilted his head, an eyebrow raised. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what was going on. The amount of times he’d randomly gotten a vision of Micheal, courtesy of Gabriel’s powers, was annoying as all hell. Seriously, just text him, like a normal person? Fucking- Alastor was more accepting of modern tech that the Archangel. The deer in question blinked a few times, before standing up. “Vox, how much of Envy is covered by your cameras?” Vox leaned back slightly, propping up his leg as he did so. “Uh, all of it. Why?” “I need you to find somebody.” ~*~ (Ahhh, this took way longer than I wanted it to T-T. But, yes, in this AU, Alastor is Micheal's second in command for... reasons.) Eternal War AU First || Prev || Next

[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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Essential 7

Life 4

Party 3

Codex 8

For both enaste and eriwen?

Essential:

7. How do they dress in their downtime, while fighting, in formal settings, etc.?

I wish I had matching commissions for them, but unfortunately I do not. :( Eirwen Surana first:

Both of these are from @Limpstella! Eirwen prefers multiple layers and thick sweaters. She's always cold. Her traveling/fighting clothes are similarly heavy, and she adds Warden blues to signal who she is. She dislikes formal wear, in-general, but will typically wear whatever a more fashionable person tells her to --or, depending on the circumstances, her Warden uniform.

As for Enaste Lavellan:

She dislikes the cold as well, but unlike Eirwen, will simply cast a warming spell if it bothers her too much. Enaste doesn't like heavy clothing, not when she can avoid it, and used to dislike feeling restrained. Now though, after getting tossed around so much in battle, she finds the support built into her vest surprisingly comfortable. 'Formal wear' to Enaste is rather different from formal wear to her advisors, as she sees long, colorful silks draped around the body much more beautiful than the heavy dresses she sees in Val Royeaux. It is not a hill she's willing to die on, though, and in formal situations she wears either her armor or whatever Josephine and Leliana tell her to.

The mod for her casual wear is here, and the one for her armor is here. Her hair is from this mod.

Life:

4. Describe their family. Who were they close to? Were there any particular childhood friends?

Eirwen is biologically the daughter of a Rivaini sex worker and one of Solas's elvhen agents. It was not consensual. Before Eirwen was born but after she was conceived, her mother met and fell in love with Faron, an exiled member of Clan Lavellan. Eirwen does not know this, however, and depending on the verse she's in, very likely never will. A tragic --though complicated-- sequence of events meant that she grew up in the orphanage of the alienage in Denerim, where the other children were cruel to her for being 'strange.' She spent much of her childhood without friends, though she sometimes met with spirits in her dreams. When her magic manifested, she was bound and gagged and dragged to Kinloch Hold. It was only there, under the watchful eye of the Templars, that she finally had some semblance of companionship among her fellow mages. She knew Cullen, and they were close. It would not be inaccurate to say that Eirwen never really had a family until she met Morrigan and Alistair. Despite Morrigan's prickliness, and some very rocky moments, Eirwen considers Morrigan her sister, and loves her more than anyone else in the world by the start of Inquisition.

Enaste's story is less dramatic, though not without its hardships. She has a younger brother, an uncle, and many other family members in Clan Lavellan whom she loves dearly. By contrast, her relationship to her only living parent is tense and distant. Her mother died of an infection when she was young, and her father began an illicit relationship with a human woman soon after. Enaste, then ten-years-old, discovered their meetings and told the Keeper. Enaste saw this as a betrayal of both their family and their clan, and judged him harshly for being involved with someone who was not an elf. The Keeper let him choose whether to stay with the clan or with his lover, and Enaste told him he should leave. He did, and though her opinion on elf-human relationships in-general has long since softened, she struggles to forgive her father for his decisions. In the intervening years, they have spoken only enough for her to know she has two human half-siblings in Antiva.

She also lost a dear friend to a snake bite while they were in their mid-teens. She was the type of in love with him that makes teenagers do very stupid things. Keeper Deshanna helped her cope with the loss, but such a tragic event destroyed her willingness to engage in romantic relationships for a long time. She now wonders if it's too late for her to meet someone to spend her life with. (It's not, she's 30. She would have been fine if she picked literally anyone besides Solas.)

Party:

3. Which companions (or advisors) do they like to spend time with when they’re not travelling?

Eirwen always loved being with Alistair and Morrigan, but separately, for obvious reasons. Her relationships with the two of them evolved very differently: Eirwen and Alistair got along right away, and their relationship progressed into something more with surprising ease and comfort, given the circumstances. Meanwhile, Eirwen also thought Morrigan was the coolest person she'd ever met and wanted to be friends with her so badly it made Morrigan uncomfortable. She came around eventually, however, and the two are still close friends long after the end of the Blight.

Enaste has no faith in her human allies initially, and takes weeks to defrost with any of them. At Haven, she seeks comradery with both Solas and Sera, but is genuinely hurt by their comments on the Dalish and finds herself feeling cripplingly alone. By far her closest companion in the early weeks of the Inquisition is Varric, who treats her as a person and gives her what she believes is generally good advice. The first of her human companions that she gets along well with is Blackwall, though mostly because he isn't especially weird about her being an elf and is content to sit next to her in silence at the tavern. In time she comes to trust Dorian more as well, and even takes a liking to Josephine. She and Cassandra never really see eye-to-eye, and Enaste finds Leliana's religion too frustrating to form a relationship with her. Curiously, Eirwen felt the same way.

Enaste's relationship with Solas becomes less antagonistic after spending time fighting together in the field. She finds his studies genuinely interesting, and he is less of a dick to her about her background after a few conversations. He saves her life countless times in battle (though admittedly Blackwall saves them both far more) and takes to training her in Spirit magic. These experiences training and fighting together eventually lead to an ill-advised mutual attraction that inevitably leads to tragedy.

Codex:

8. How do they feel about the Deep Roads?

Eirwen HATES them. She has never forgotten the fucking poem she heard down there. Yet she fully believes it is her ultimate grave, and sees a return to its labyrinth as inevitable.

Enaste has never been there, and is only familiar with them in the abstract. When she does inevitably visit to investigate the earthquakes, she will likely find the Deep Roads hauntingly beautiful, probably because she doesn't see any broodmothers.