#like he holds open doors for him and stuff and turns to roman like ''see i can be a gentleman!!''

[acapelladitty]

a lesson learned

Summary - After a failed attempt to escape being owned by Roman Sionis, he brings in the infamous Scarecrow to help correct such behaviours. (2.1k words)

(tw: sexual slavery, non-con, sa, whipping, mentions of previous abuse, restraints, open for a sequel)

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Trying to escape Roman had been a foolish dream at best and Violet’s panicked eyes took in the scene before her as she struggled against the hard wood of the ‘x’ shaped restraint she had been placed against and strapped into. Her head throbbed, a delayed pain of the earlier blow which Roman had delivered to her skull, and her vision was bleary as her gaze darted between the two men who observed her with sadistic glee.

"Stupid bitch needs a lesson in manners." Roman spoke, directing his words to the man who stood by his side - his impressive height looming over Romans’ own. "She needs to know never to fuck with me again and I thought you would be the perfect solution to help 'correct' her bad behaviour, Dr Crane."

"Of course, Mr. Sionis." In full costume minus his mask, Jonathan Crane cut a terrifying figure and Violet sobbed into her fabric gag as she listened to them speak. "I'm always happy to lend my professional assistance with difficult patients. This one is even prettier than the last. How would you like her?"

"Broken and obedient, but not totally fucked up like the last one. She had to be sold at a reduced price because of all that babbling that your chemical shit snapped her into."

Ignoring the criticism, Crane nodded. "Modifications?"

"Eh," Roman shrugged, blowing out a puff of smoke from his cigar, "nothing nasty to look at. Maybe just the usual stuff that will make it hard for her to see herself as anything but a fuck toy to be used and abused.”

"Simple enough, Mr. Sionis. And I trust you will be joining me to assist in my work?"

"Of course. Maroni is up to some shit these days so I've been needing to keep an eye on him. I could use the opportunity to blow off some steam by listening to this stupid bitch scream.”

"Perfect. Then I suppose I'll begin my initial examination now."

Having been forced to listen to their entire exchange, Violet’s body shook violently. The last month had been a living hell, her forced abduction as she travelled home from work being only the beginning of her torments – a fact which quickly became known to her as she awoke in some kind of holding pen which housed two other women. They had been the ones to tell her of her new reality, a reality of her being little more than a sex object to be trained and used by anyone her new owner saw fit.

It was information which had sent her into a spiral of despair, her body thrashing and screaming out as it pummelled the iron door which kept her from freedom. In fact, she had kicked up such a fuss that her new owner had personally come to pay her a visit and check out his latest merchandise.

Roman Sionis, alias Black Mask.

He had been terrifying, standing tall as his goons dragged her from her holding cell and took her to one of the training rooms – an experience which still made her shudder to this day as they each took turns in using the various tools and instruments which Roman has collected to discipline his toys. It was an encounter which broke something within Violet, their abuse of her body and use of her various holes leaving her a sobbing, aching mess who had then been unceremoniously flung back into the holding pen as the other woman glanced at her with open fear.

But still, despite it all, after weeks of being forced into the most degrading and painful sex acts as an amusement for Roman and his various friends, Violet had gathered the strength to attempt an escape and had barely managed to make it past the second security door before she found herself taking a harsh baton to the stomach. A blow which winded her in an instant and made her drop to her knees, unable to do anything but struggle to breathe – it was almost a relief when the dark boot of the guard collided with her head and knocked her clean out.

The bliss of unconsciousness didn’t last forever though and awaking tied to this cross – her entire body nude and on display for the two master criminals who stood before her – had been almost as terrible as everything else she had been forced to endure.

She knew who the Scarecrow was, everyone in Gotham did, and to have him bearing down on her for a ‘medical’ examination made her heart stutter in her chest as the gag in her mouth held back her desperate pleas.

His hands were gloved, the digits long and thin as they pinched and groped at her body – sizing her up like a fresh slab of meat, like cattle at a market. He paid particular attention to her tits and plucked at her nipples until they were aching and reddened as she trembled in place.

“Lovely tits, don’t you think?” Roman interrupted, palming his cock through his slacks as he pulled a fresh cigar from his inner pocket, quickly lighting it up as he watched Crane with a cruel expression.

“Quite the specimen,” Crane agreed and Violet’s body stiffened in place as his thin fingers dropped from her tits to thrust unceremoniously up her sex, the two fingers feeling rough and extremely uncomfortable given her lack of preparation. “Receptive and responsive too,” he continued as his fingers pumped within her cunt for a few moments before pulling out just as roughly.

Crane’s fingers, the same ones which had just been within her, gripped at Violet’s chin as he forced her to meet his gaze.

“Do you think we should allow her to choose?”

“Nah, fuck her. Use the cable,” Roman replied, blowing out a thick puff of smoke as Violet thrashed against her restraints at the words.

The cable was a thin piece of wire, folded over on itself to create a loop which stung like hell as it tore into the skin of its victim and Violet had only experiences it once, the day after she arrived, as Roman – in his own words – gave her a taste of her life to come.

Seeing the cable in Crane’s hand as he picked it up from the table which housed all of Roman’s toys, Violet sobbed as he approached – stuttered pleas for mercy falling onto deaf ears as Crane paused for a second to drink in her misery before beginning her punishment.

The swish of the folded cable registered for only a moment before pain exploded across her thighs and she cried out, the sting of the wire red hot against her exposed skin. With no time to recover, she screamed as the cable struck again and her ankles pulled against the unforgiving restraints.

Miserable, Violet’s own sobs almost choked her as she thrashed against the cross. Crane was meticulous in his work, painting everything from her thighs to her tits and stomach with his swings – the exertion making him pant as he shifted his body to achieve new angles and reach new skin. Fire flashed across her skin, every targeted area an inferno of agony and heat as the thin wire instantly welted her flesh. Lost in the unyielding sensation, at one point she swore she felt something wet trickly down her leg and she knew the skin there had broken under the assault.

Crane stopped eventually and Violet fell weakly against her restraints, her body limp and roaring with agony as she observed her welted flesh through teary eyes. Her body hadn’t been whipped in some time, enough for all the previous marks to have fully healed up, and the fresh skin bore the brunt of her punishment without mercy.

Loose against her restraints as her body wavered on the edge of consciousness, Violet didn’t have long to wait though, as Roman moved quickly.

His hands were firm as they ripped the restraints free of her wrists and ankles, his nails clawing into his skin as he pinned her skin in place to get the metal free. Now free, Violet dropped to the floor with a solid thud but any attempt to scramble away from their punishments was impossible as Roman immediately fell on her like a rabid dog.

Violet shuddered as he entered her, his cock immediately sinking deep into her cunt without any care for her comfort. It hurt, his rough fucking almost like he was trying to drive her though the floor as he took the opportunity to grip her hips so hard that she knew the skin there would be bruised. It was just another humiliation and the chill of the ground was welcomed against her heated face as she slammed her eyes shut and held as still as she could.

Her face pressed against the floor, Violet could only endure as Roman brutally fucked away at her stinging sex, his every thrust igniting fresh heat in the whip marks which littered her body as her skin was dragged across the cold flooring.

“You want some sloppy seconds, Dr?” Roman snarled as he plunged his cock without mercy. “Or you could fuck her ass if you want? She won’t mind.”

“As tempting as your offer is, I will decline at this moment.”

Thankful, Violet turned her eyes far enough to catch Crane’s face but any hope that he was a better man than the monster fucking her was snuffed out in an instant as she took in the tent of his groin and the amusement in his gaze as he watched her suffer.

With a stuttering groan, Roman came and Violet shuddered as she felt the heat of his release filling her while he scored his nails across her welted skin. Anything to cause her more discomfort as she whimpered and squealed under his punishing hands and cock. But he pulled free just as quickly as he had entered her and she groaned in discomfort as she took in the ache of her sex and the stinging heat of her whipped skin.

Violet lay out on the floor, unable to move and much too afraid to even attempt it and her eyes slammed shut as she heard the steady movement of feet and the zip of Roman’s fly as he tucked his stained cock away.

“Y’know, if she wasn’t such a tight fuck, I’d probably have sold her off to Valentin or some other freak for her disobedience. She’s one lucky cunt and I don’t even think she appreciates it.”

“Spare the rod, spoil the child, Mr Sionis.” Violet heard Crane agree. “I think you’re more that capable of correcting her behaviours and I am always delighted to offer my services.”

“Speaking of which, I know you’ve still got to get your cock wet so let’s get going.”

Two pairs of hands wrapped around her quivering body and Violet screamed in surprise as both men pulled her to her feet and slammed her against the cross which she had only just been released from. The wood was rough against her back and Violet only tried to struggle once against the hands, a movement which was immediately put to rest by Roman’s gloved hand as it cracked hard against her jaw – sending her head ricocheting to the side as she howled in pain.

Violet felt the cold metal of the shackles as they once again fully restrained her to the cross. Her sore pussy continued to leak Roman’s release and it spread messily across her thighs as she writhed in place against the wood. She had been punished and her skin bore the brunt of those marks, not to mention the aches which littered her face due to the various blows which Roman had previously delivered.

“Pl-please let me go?” She asked once more – knowing the words were meaningless to both men but being unable to help herself as Roman stepped back from her position. “Please? I won't run, won't be bad again.”

At her request, Roman laughed and the cruelty in his voice made her heart drop into her stomach.

“Let you go? Oh, you are one stupid whore. More stupid than I thought,” Roman chastised as he drummed his gloved fingers along the wooden table which housed his various tools of torment and toys. “You think a little light whipping and a good fuck are all the punishment you’re getting? Dumb cunt.”

Throwing up a casual thumb which indicated off to the side, Roman smirked viciously and Violet followed his direction to find Crane standing with an equally sadistic expression. Eyeing up the small pot of thin needles which Crane held within his hands with utter horror, Violet screamed and screamed until her lungs started to burn as she understood that far from being over, her time with both men had barely begun.

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

I feel like when Virgil said he used to be scared of Remus he meant he was scared but would try to get a long with Remus. (While keeping distant lol)

Then Remus is madly in love and tries to get close to Vee no matter what lol

Yess

Whenever I think of them I think of that trope of a huge dark insane character that goes all dopey with heart eyes when that one character (who is usually much smaller than them) as much as lightly touches their hand (or, in other words, they are Morticia and Gomez)

I also like to think that in the past Virgil used to like listening to Remus' rambles every once in awhile because sometimes they involved things he likes (spiders, darkness, vampires, etc), and that was enough for Remus to decide that he was Good™

[jewelsli]

DC X DP X Captain Marvel/Shazam (Part 2)

Before I continue, here’s a real quick Headcannon for this, so when Danny became the ghost prince, it was a pretty big deal, but since he didn’t want to deal with all the fame stuff he made sure only the people who needed to know were informed(this includes the champion of magic and the lords or order and chaos(they don’t know exactly who he is just that there’s a new ghost prince)). Sam is the new fright knight (the old one is training her), Danielle and Dan are also royals, Tuck and jazz are helping in different areas too (tuck is a kinda judge and jazz is helping new ghosts and getting everyone some therapy). The Champion of magic and Ruler of the Infinite realms interact a lot and are two of the greatest forces in the universe, they also help each other to stop entire universes from dying(Infinite realms is the stuff between universes and the Rock of Eternity connects every universe and supplies it w/ magic), anyway with that out of the way…

here’s the next part! (Once again I am not the greatest writer so don’t expect anything to amazing)(also I mostly know about billy through fanfics and have yet to read the original comics)

(oh also Danny looks his normal age here, he lets a bit of his eldritch form leak into him so he looks older at the JL)

Danny glanced around the room that the meeting was taking place in, it was different from most of the infinite realms, in a way that it just felt more… it felt like how pop rocks taste, sweet but sharp. It was different from the spiky citrusy(or maybe metal?) feeing that most of the realms had. Clockwork had told him it was because they were in a pocket dimension between the infinite realms and some place called the Rock of Eternity(wait hadn’t marvel mentioned something like that?), so there was more magic here then usual. The sound of a door opening caught his attention and he swiftly turned to see the door opposite to the one he had come from open as a small figure stepped through.

A small figure with a very familiar aura(I can’t remember the word I want to use so whatever) stood in the doorway.

After the door closed and the harsh backlighting disappeared he could see more of the kid(who looks his age), they were wearing golden sandals with what looked like wings on the sides, a robe? Thing??? Whatever they called those back then, which was white with golden edges(think how cap’s cape looks), he also wore one of the golden leaf crown thingamajigs around his head. The kid was holding a lightning staff that was taller then they were and had a matching lighting bolt amulet. Overall they looked like some sort of Greek or Roman royal, or at least how he would imagine them.

The champion seemed to be surveying him in the same way, from his crown of black fire and ectoplasm, to his cape of stars, why yes he was extremely fashionable, thank you for noticing! He cleared his throat before holding out his hand to the kid, “Danny Phantom, prince of the Infinite Realms.” He introduced, the kids eyes widened for a moment before they reached forwards and shook his hand, he saw the Lichtenberg figures tracing along his arms, similar to his own scars from the portal, but while his were an ectoplasmic green, the other’s looked like they were inlaid with gold. “Marvel, champion of magic,” he finally introduced.

wait-

They both stared at each other for a few moments, finally the other kid spoke up. “I knew you felt different from a normal ghost!” He exclaimed with a smile, letting go of his hand as Danny paused for a moment longer. “So THATS how you knew there was a new prince!” He said with the same smile as he put the pieces together, he had thought it was strange for a random leaguer who was only supposed to be mildly magical to know. Said kid laughed as he nodded, “Nice to have another kid on the league then, assuming you aren’t actually an immortal who just looks like a kid at least.” Marvel commented. Danny was struck by inspiration and(before his brain remembered that he was supposed to be acting all princely or whatever) quickly said, “We’re just like that Spider-Man meme!!!” And thankfully didn’t have to immediately regret it when Marvel seemed to agree. A noise if someone clearing their throat startled the boys.

“I’m glad to see that you two get along with one another,” Clockwork said with a sigh of exasperation, “But in case you forgot you are here to discuss the fact that a recent use of magic by the Sorcerer Supreme In Earth M-A73 has destabilized the universe and nearby realms.” Marvel looked surprised by his appearance but by now Danny was used to it. “Yes Clockwork we know.” He said in as annoying of a polite tone as he could manage, the entity sighed and faded away, he turned to the Champion ready to discuss the problem-

“WAS THAT CRONOS?!?!” He asked… maybe Earth M-A73 could wait for a bit.

[caramelcleopatraa]

MEET AND GREET

word count: 1.3k

x: my belated post for my favorite birthday boy <3 whipped this one up in a couple of hours. hopefully you enjoy! please comment..... I love comments. btw, Elijah is your son and this story takes place on may 24th :)

content: suggestive themes, fluff, meet and greet scenario, reader is a mom

Elijah could barely sit still on the way to your destination. You had never seen him so excited other than the time you took off work to take him to Crown Jewel. Or the few times you gifted him Roman Reigns T-Shirts. He wore his favorite today in particular, coated with “Greatness On A Different Level” on the front in white with “MODE” at the bottom in bright red lettering. It should be no surprise that he’s such a fan since Roman’s your favorite wrestler as well. You were dressed in black sweatpants, crisp white air forces, and a “Levels Above” black hoodie. Your favorite hoodie. You would have dressed in a regular black shirt, but Elijah begged you to wear your merch as well. So here you guys were, pulling into the vast parking lot with a good amount of cars scattered everywhere. 

“Alright we’re here. Get your stuff ready to get out of the car.”

“Ok!” Elijah shifts around in his seat restlessly while you back the car into a parking spot near the entrance. Seeing him so excited made you happier than ever. Putting in extra hours at work to make this meet and greet was definitely going to be worth it.

After going through security, they directed you two to an empty room with many chairs and a background for pictures, assumingly. “Mom! It’s gonna happen! It’s gonna happen!” You couldn't help but laugh at him. He was looking at every door, waiting for Roman to walk in at any moment. You give him a couple of head pats, making sure not to mess up his new twists. “Relax Eli, it's supposed to be a surprise when he comes in, just talk to me for now.” He huffs and relaxes into the seat, wearing the most adorable pout. “I see you're excited,” You say, checking the time on your phone. 1:58. Two more minutes until he comes in. “I’m super excited! I’m gonna get him to acknowledge me!” He has a smug smirk on his face, puffing out his chest and pointing his thumb at himself. “Hah, suuure you are,” You say, looking at all of the doors around the room. Oh God. You were nervous.

“Hey! You said not to look at the doors, you’re cheating.” You sigh, feeling your heartbeat speed up. “Sorry Eli, just wanted to scope out all of the exits-” The double doors in front of you loudly open, letting in a large gust of warm air into the cold room. A man walks in the room, making Elijah jump to his feet. His “Greatness Amongst You “ hoodie and commanding aura.

Roman Reigns

Elijah jumps up and down with the widest smile on his face. Roman reaches his hand out and says, “How are you doing little man?” Eli’s hands fit in his like puzzle pieces. He was in his own world with his favorite wrestler. Talking and rambling about any and everything that came to mind, and Roman answered with jubilation. Discussing Roman’s career. Talking about shared interests. Giving Elijah warm words of advice. You knew he wasn't going to forget this. 

They took a couple of pictures together, and you turned around to return to your seat with a serene smile. “Mama! Come take pictures with us,” he called out, making you turn back around. “You sure?” He nods frantically and introduces you to Roman.

“This is my mama.” Roman nods and looks at you, holding his hand out towards you. “Hello mama.” Your eyes go wide, laughing nervously at the nickname and shaking his waiting hand. “Hello Roman,” You say standing next to him while Elijah prepares his pose for the picture. A sudden weight around your waist pulls you closer to Roman, touching shoulder to shoulder. He had slid his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The beat of your heart was so loud, and your body became hot. Even though you were both in hoodies, you were sure he could feel the heat radiating from you. His hand felt so nice on your waist. Strong, but gentle. He gave you room to adjust, but you weren't getting away from him in this picture. The photographer counts down several times, taking several pictures in several different angles and poses. When his camera went down, Roman’s arm left as well, the space around your waist replaced with emptiness.

“I like your hoodie,” Roman says, motioning to your hoodie. You notice his joke fairly quickly and laugh. “Ha ha very funny. Of course you would like your own hoodie.” Elijah taps Roman and motions him to get down to his level to whisper something to him. You stuff your hands in the hoodie pockets, your hands feeling ice cold compared to the rest of your body. Roman comes back up with an amused look on his face. His eyes scan you up and down, tilting his head and taking his time to look at every part of you. His eyes gravitate back to your face, taking in your beautiful facial features. You look down at Elijah and he has a mischievous smile on his face. Oh no. “Elijah just told me you are a fan too, huh?” You smile and look around the room to avoid eye contact, swaying from side to side. “Maybe.”

“Well we gotta take some pictures mama,” He says. “Do you have your phone on you?” You nod and pull your phone out of your side pocket and open the camera app. He takes a few selfies of himself, clicks a few buttons, and writes something on your phone. It takes him a minute, but after that, he raises your phone high, capturing you and him in frame. You keep your distance, throwing up a peace sign and your signature kissy lips. But he doesn't take the picture. He smirks at you through the camera and says, “Come closer mama, I don't bite.” You step up to stand right next to him, and he whispers ever so faintly, “There you go,” before taking several pictures.

He puts his arm down and hands you your phone back. “How long have you been a fan?” “About four years.” He smiles at you and grabs your hand. “Thank you, for your support, beautiful.” You look at your hands held by him as you get flustered. “D-don't mention it.”

The same double doors open again, and a woman comes in that you recognize. Oh, right. You had scheduled a tour for him to see backstage before showtime. “Elijah, your tour is ready,” the woman states, waving at him and shaking his hand. He looks for you and waves at you and you wave back, watching him leave the room with that permanent excited smile. “Can I take you somewhere?” You look at Roman, still holding onto your right hand. You look at him in question.

“Where are you taking me?” 

“To my dressing room.” ‘His dressing room???’

“You see, my birthday is tomorrow,” He says, walking you out of the cold room, guiding you with your hand in his around the crowded backstage area. “Oh, happy early birthday then.”

“Thank you sweetheart, but I'm gonna need more than that.” He lets your hand go and knocks on a brown door. No response. You looked at the door closer to see the name on the door in a white, bold font. Roman Reigns. He opens the door and faces you and says something you didn't expect.

“I want you to be my early birthday present, and I want to unwrap my present right now.”

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[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - The Box™

The idea of the TV comes from @ancha-aus and it was too funny to be left in a reblog, so I had to write it :D

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ALSO because I forgot to say it in the first drabble- Nightmare doesn't have his tentacles summoned because it's a waste of space and it makes his back hurt so he only summons them in very rare occasions

Dust woke up with the sound of metal kitchenware falling on the ground. He sighed.

- Please be a cat...

He pushed the covers aside, grabbed his jacket, put on his sweatpants, and walked to his bedroom door, stopping right before grabbing the handle. What if he went back to bed ? He heard metal clanking.

- Oh for God's sake.

He opened his door and was met with Cross holding Killer by his arm, the roman was sitting on the ground and holding a fork in his hand, the other kitchenware laying on the ground with the drawer they were previously in being opened. Dust stared at the two, and they both stared at him. It was nine am. Dust didn't want to deal with that at nine am. He turned to Nightmare to ask him if he could tell Killer to stop looking through his stuff but he stopped himself when he saw that the noble was still sleeping. Strange, he thought that nobles woke up early ? He was almost ready to see him judging him for sleeping in to be honest, but it seemed that instead he was the last one still asleep as Dust could see Horror looking at them from outside. Right, he should probably go open the door for him, not sure the viking knew how to open a sliding door.

He let Horror in and closed behind him, he saw Cross letting go of Killer who quickly assembled all the kitchenware to put them back in the drawer, because looking was a thing but making a mess was another, and Dust was his host, it wouldn't please the gods if he made a mess in his host's house. Dust was really wondering how Nightmare managed to sleep with all that noise.

- So, uh... ya'll slept well ?

As expected, none of them understood. Dust went to grab his phone that had finished charging overnight and went back on Google Translate, using the vocal command for French and Latin and letting Horror read the Old Norse as there wasn't any vocal sample for that. They all nodded.

- Good. Well.. I'll just make myself some coffee, and uh.. and we'll see from there, I need coffee first.

He declared as he went to the kitchen.

- Move.

He said to Killer, pointing at the livingroom. The roman looked at him for a minute before understanding and going back to his corner in which he apparently installed the lava lamp to make it more cozy. Dust sighed and turned the coffee machine on while he opened the cabinet above the sink, but before he could climb on the counter Horror grabbed a cup, by simply lifting his arm, and handed it to him. He didn't notice him following him.

- Oh, uh.. thanks ?

He said, quite confused, but took the cup to pour the coffee in it. Did Horror do that because he felt bad about last night ? He had made thumbs ups, he thought he would have understood it meant no hard feelings... well, at least he didn't have to climb his counter this time.

He looked through his cabinets as he sipped on his coffee, he was low on food, it was enough for him but he had five mouths to feed now, and what he had clearly wouldn't suffice. He'll need to go grocery shopping, which meant either take them with him or leave them alone in his apartment, and he didn't like neither options. He couldn't take them with him though, because monitoring them here was a thing, they couldn't go too far, didn't have much to do, didn't have to worry about people, but monitoring them outside ? In the middle of a crowded store ? When no-one spoke their language and they surely didn't even know what a store was ? Dust would die from stress before he could grab a cart. Plus he didn't have any clothes to lend them, the only ones being roughly his size being Killer and Nightmare, but he doubted Nightmare would agree to take off his fancy clothes and Killer didn't seem to know what pants were and Dust really didn't want to dress him up. He also didn't have the money to buy them all a new set of clothes, so he'll have to leave them here. Maybe he could put on a movie for them to watch ? That would keep them untertained.

He put his empty cup in the sink and went back to the living room to look through the drawers under the TV, searching for long movie so he would have time to shop in peace. He had a five hour long movie about the French Revolution but he doubted it would have been a good thing to show Nightmare, he didn't want to give him, well, nightmares, so he eventually settled on The Lord Of The Rings, which was three hours long, with the shop being fifteen minutes away, that left Dust with two hours and a half to shop, which was more than enough.

He got up to put the DVD box on the table and noticed that Nightmare had woken up and sat up straight. Saying that he looked disoriented would have been an understatement, his mind was clearly foggy. Dust checked the time, it was almost ten, Nightmare must have been exhausted to sleep that late. He went on Google again, just in time for Nightmare to speak, still sounding quite sleepy.

- Pourquoi ne pas m'avoir réveillé... ?

He asked. "Why didn't you wake me up ?" The translation said.

- Why would we ? You were tired, so you slept, 's as simple as that.

He answered, using the vocal command so Nightmare could hear it in French. He looked up at him confused, like he didn't understand that sleeping was made to rest when tired and not just to pass the night. That made Dust wonder at what time he usually woke up ? Surely around seven am, when the sun rises. Did they have alarm clocks at that time ? Or did his servants, because he surely had some, wake him up every morning ? Did he ever sleep enough by the way ? Maybe that would explain why he slept in and why he got so confused on why they didn't wake him up. Well, good for him, Dust thought, at least he got to rest.

Dust looked at the time again. If he went to the store now he would come back near one pm, so he would have time to cook and they could eat between one and two pm, which wouldn't be too late, and he would have the afternoon to make more researches.

- Okay everyone here !

He called, gesturing for the four to come closer or simply listen to him.

- I'm going to grab some food, so you will stay here and watch a movie on the TV while I'm gone, do not make a mess and do not fight.

He first translated in into French, then into Old Norse, which had some words missing because they didn't exist in that language, such as TV and movie, but Horror still understood that Dust would be out, probably hunting, and they had to stay here and be calm. Dust looked at Nightmare, waiting for him to translate for Killer, Cross having understood the general idea already. Nightmare rubbed his eye and focused for a bit before coming up with a translation, not knowing either what a movie was, but he figured the "TV" was this big flat black mirror behind Dust.

- Emit cibum et rogat nos ut hanc nigram cistam videamus dum abest.

Dust wanted to steal his knowledge, just open his head and take it, how was he so fluent in a language that had been dead for centuries ?!

He decided to leave it for now, having more important things to do, and just put the cd in the player before turning the movie on and going to put on his shoes to go outside. Cross looked at him for a few seconds before letting him get out of the apartment.

Dust sighed when outside, finally being alone. He grabbed his headphones and put on some music on his was to the store. French songs. To try and learn some words. Maybe choosing L'Assasymphonie as a starter song wasn't his best idea as it had quite a lot of complicated words, but the song slapped, so he kept it anyway.

It was the first time in his life that Dust had been happy to go grocery shopping, and also the first time it took more than two hours, he really wanted to appreciate some time away from everything, but he had to come back now, the movie was almost done and he didn't want them to make a mess the second they would be left without a distraction.

He opened the door with one hand, the bags in the other, and was surprised to see that Cross wasn't standing guard anymore. Well, surely he had joined the others to watch the TV. Dust came in, and just had the time to close the door before Killer litteraly jumped at his feet to hold onto his waist.

- Wh- ?!

- Quaeso ne nos in arca pone ! Bene erimus ! Promitto !

He begged as if his life depended on it. Okay what happened ? Dust looked up, inspecting his appartment, but everything was in order, the credits were rolling on the TV, Nightmare was on the couch, Cross was standing next to it, Horror was standing near the bay window, and, oh... they all looked at him frightened. Did he put a horror movie by accident ? He was pretty sure he grabbed the right box but the cds could have been mixed up. He recognized the names of the characters on the credits though, so he did put the right movie. But why did they look so scared then ?

- Killer, let go.

He pushed him, but Killer tightened his grip around him. He sighed, picking up his phone again to ask Nightmare what happened.

Nightmare flinched when Dust "talked" to him. Weird. He looked at him for a while before answering, seeming unsure.

- Allez-vous nous emprisonner dans cette boîte également... ?

Dust looked at the translation with incomprehension: was he going to lock them in the box too ? What box ? Why would he lock them in a box ? He looked up at them again, then at the TV.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Of course they didn't know what a film was, of course they would think it was real people, hell even he thought that when he was a kid, before he learnt about special effects and cgi, he thought it was all real, that people were really dying, so of course these four would think that real people were trapped in there, the only thing they knew was theater ! What Dust just did was basically show them his collection of enslaved people in boxes who he forced to perform elaborated scenarios where they would get hurt and possibly die. That couldn't be more terrifying and if he had been in their place he would have felt very threatened.

He quickly typed an explanation and translated it in all three languages, praying that the translation would be correct, to tell them it wasn't real, that these people were actors and these were simply the images of what they played, that they weren't trapped here and they weren't really getting hurt. He saw them relax a little, but they still seemed quite chocked, which was understandable.

- I'm, uh... going to make food then.. ?

Dust said awkwardly as he managed to make Killer let go of him, but the roman still followed him in the kitchen to sit by his feet. He didn't chase him, thinking that chasing him now would just make him think that Dust would lock him in the TV, or the box as they seemed to call it, so he just prepared dinner with the skeleton waiting on the floor. He heard Cross go back to the door.

- You can take a break you know.

Cross looked at him.

- You know, break, how do you say... pause ? Arrêter ? You can stop ?

He tried to translate from memory. Cross frown.

- Eo ne poez mie. Eo doi monter la warde.

- Yeah you already said that, but that's okay, you did a very good job, uhhh.. un bon travail.. ? So you can.. you can pause ? You can stop, bon travail, take une pause.

He managed to blurt out in a broken French with a smile, so hopefully Cross would understand. The knight looked at him before quickly turning away. Dust could have sworn he saw a faint purple blush on his cheeks. He wanted to ask him but the timer went off at that moment. Food was ready.

Horror helped him set the table, putting spoons for himself, Killer and Cross, and forks for Nightmare and Dust.

Cross avoided Dust's gaze during all of dinner while Nightmare kept eying Horror who was sitting next to him, surely to make sure he wouldn't touch him, Dust thought, as the noble seemed quite cautious of the viking, even though for now Horror was clearly not the dangerous type. Whatever, as long as they didn't fight, Dust wasn't going to force them to become friends.

He had a good feeling about Horror though, he was helpful and didn't look at him weird when he came up with broken translations. He kinda liked him. If they ended up being stuck here for a while he wouldn't mind him as a roommate.

He still hoped they would be gone soon though. He really didn't have enough money for all of them.

His bank account was almost empty already, and it wasn't even past the first half of the month.

He'll need to save money. Like, really save money.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Jimmy Uso x Reader●

Summary: You and Jimmy get in some trouble backstage together, which leads to Roman making you accompany Jimmy to his match.

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Being apart of The Bloodline can be a powerful thing. It can also be very nerve-wracking as well. I have been apart of The Bloodline for a few months now. Anyways, I am sitting in The Bloodline locker room playing on my phone when Jimmy flops down next to me basically leaning on my side. He lays down putting his head on my lap and I make a disgust face at him. He looks up at me raising his eyebrow.

"What's up pretty lady? Why you making that face at me?"

"Jimmy. Get off of her."

Roman walks in with Paul and Solo looking at us. I push him off my lap, standing up and looking at Roman.

"Good afternoon my tribal chief."

"Good afternoon Y/N. Jimmy, you should be more like her."

We shake hands, I sit back down on the couch and Roman sits down on his chair. Jimmy rolls his eyes at what Roman said to him leaning towards me again. Roman turns the TV on watching what is going on out in the ring. I get up and walk towards the door.

"Where are you going Y/N?"

"Down to catering. Would you like anything my tribal chief?"

I turn around looking at Roman.

"Could you please get me a water and whatever sandwich they have today?"

"Of course."

"Oh. And take Jimmy with you."

I sigh looking at Jimmy.

"Let's go Jim."

He jumps up off the couch, runs over to the door and holds it open for me.

"After you, my lady."

I roll my eyes and walk out the door going to catering with him right next to me. I look over at him as he is rubbing his hands together.

"Do you have to wear everything red all the time?"

"Oh cmon baby. You would look hot as hell in one of my no yeet shirts."

I scoff rolling my eyes than I see Michin, Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows standing off to the side. I make a disgust face and give them the middle finger causing Jimmy to laugh and point at them. Karl and Luke hold back Michin who wants to charge after me. Me and Jimmy continue walking towards catering. Jimmy puts his arm around my neck pulling me into him.

"That was really funny Y/N. Let's taunt them some more after we bring the tribal chief his stuff."

"We will taunt them more. Now get your arm off of me."

He takes his arm off of me as I walk up to the table grabbing Roman his sandwich and a water. I grab a few extras just incase and Jimmy grabs some food for himself. We head back to the locker room and I give Roman his stuff. Me and Jimmy go for a walk backstage looking for the OC again. We come around a corner to them still on the same spot we saw them last time. There is a camera infront of them as they are cutting a promo. Me and Jimmy walk up behind them doing L's on our heads for losers and laughing at them. They turn around looking at us. We quickly stop what we are doing looking at them.

"What do you two want? Come to annoy us again?"

"Well duh. Annoying you losers is to easy and really funny."

Me and Jimmy laugh together making L's on our heads again. Luke and Karl charge at Jimmy while Michin grabs my hair and starts swinging at me. I start swinging back but she hits me hard in the back. She grabs my hair and shirt and throws me into the metal garage door. My back hits the door hard and I drop to the floor clutching my back. Karl throws Jimmy into one of the production boxes. They laugh at us and leave. I start crawling over to the box Jimmy is laying on and pull myself up to my feet. I look at him with a pissed off face.

"We are going to see Roman. Let's go."

I walk towards the camera man and push his camera out of our faces. We walk back to the locker room and Roman is standing there with his arms crossed.

"I told you two no goofing off anymore. But you stay goofing off. Now Jimmy, you have a match against Karl tonight. Y/N, you are going out with him. I already talked to Nick. Now go get ready. Maybe put on something to match Jimmy. Goodbye."

I leave the locker room not saying anything and Jimmy follows right behind me. He puts his hands on my shoulders rubbing them a little.

"Let's go get your bag than go grab you a No Yeet shirt."

I sigh rolling my eyes. He looks at me putting an arm around my neck.

"Cmon. You can even customize it how you want to."

"Fine."

We make it to my car and I grab my bag out of the trunk. Jimmy closes it for me and we head back inside. Jimmy sticks right next to my side the whole time. I am kinda liking the feeling of Jimmy always around me. We head to the spot to get merch from, Jimmy grabs one of his shirts and hands it to me. I grab it rolling my eyes and we head off to the women's locker room. We stop at the door and I look up at Jimmy.

"I will go get changed and meet you in gorilla. Okay?"

"You sure you don't want me to wait for you?"

"I think I can handle myself."

"We will see."

He bumps my chin with his hand than leaves. I roll my eyes, walking into the locker room and ignore all the stares I am getting from everyone. I go to the bathroom and get changed into my red and black wrestling gear. I grab the no yeet shirt and sigh looking at it. There is a knock at the bathroom door.

"You can come in."

I look over seeing Natalya come in smiling at me.

"Hey Nattie. Could you please help me with this shirt? I gotta wear it tonight."

"Are you wrestling tonight?"

"No. But I wanna make sure Michin doesn't do anything out there."

"I gotchu!"

"Thanks Nattie."

She grabs the shirt and starts customizing it for me.

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*at gorilla*

I am standing in gorilla fixing the laces on my boots when Jimmy walks in.

"Woah Y/N. I told you that you would look hot as hell in my shirt."

I roll my eyes smiling slightly still fixing the laces on my boots. His music plays and I look over at him.

"Let's go."

We walk out to the top of the ramp and hold up our ones walking down to the ring. We climb in the ring and hold up our ones standing against the ropes. We stand in the corner as Michin and Karl Anderson make their entrance. Jimmy puts an arm around my neck and I roll my eyes watching Michin. They come into the ring and Michin walks up shoving my face. I go to run after her but Jimmy grabs my waist holding me back. I keep fighting against his hold trying to get to her.

"Woah my little firecracker. You will get her when the time is right."

I look back at him and calm down a little seeing his face. I sigh and climb out of the ring in Jimmy's corner. The match starts.

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*nearing the end of the match*

I am standing next to the ring stairs near the announcers table when Karl and Jimmy spill out of the ring onto the floor. Karl grabs Jimmy, throwing him into the ring stairs, and I gasp, watching. Karl goes to grab him, but I step in front of Karl, blocking him. Karl smirks and points behind me. I turn around as Michin attempts to do a hurricanrana to me, but I stop her halfway through. I lift her up, walk over to the announcers table, and powerbomb her through the table. I scream, looking at Karl, who is shocked at what just happened. Jimmy stands up and super kicks Karl right on the chin, making him fall to the ground. Jimmy picks him up, rolls him in the ring, and covers him for the win. Jimmy stands up as I roll into the ring and walk over to him. I put my foot on Karl's chest and raise Jimmy's arm in victory, smirking at the camera. We roll out of the ring, soaking in all the boos from the crowd. Jimmy stops me at the end of the ramp, putting an arm around my neck.

"I didn't know you were that strong. That was impressive and really hot."

"Can we talk when we get to the back?"

"Sure Thang hot stuff."

We start walking up the ramp with his arm still around my neck. I shake my head at him, smirking a little. We make our way to the back and Jimmy pulls me to a dark hallway. We stop at the corner and he looks around for anyone.

"Jimmy. I need to ask you a question. It's been driving me crazy."

"What's up honey?"

"So is all these pet names and flirting with me, just an act?"

He crosses his arms looking at me like I'm crazy. I look up at him worried. He laughs and puts his hand on the wall next to my head.

"Everything I have ever said to you has been genuine and real. I have the biggest crush on you, and I ain't afraid to show it to anyone."

"Oh Jim."

I grab his face and kiss him. He puts his hand on the back of my neck, kissing me back.

Not an act.

[hilziger]

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ( 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝟖)!

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WARNINGS: [ polyamorous/ open relationship scenario [with Roman Reigns], Jey being an absolute sweetheart 🥺 unprotected sex (f receiving) rough love making, smut.]

"TAKE ALL

OF ME

I JUST WANNA BE THE GIRL

YOU LIKE

(GIRL YOU LIKE)

THE KIND OF GIRL YOU LIKE."

[ BUCKHEAD, GEORGIA]

The full moon burned with luster, and the light slipped into the women's loft just two blocks away from the Phipps plaza, small stroking sounds of her laying on her blush were the only thing to be heard in the room.

10:00 pm

The lightly lit phone screen read as the women looked out to the beautiful moonlit Friday night, this was her favorite day of the week the most important to her at least, her thoughts left her as her boyfriend was fixing his tie in front of the big body mirror next to the bathroom. "I'll be home tomorrow night babe, Paul and I have a few business meetings and then we have to be in New York for the auction" he turned his head to see you getting all dressed up in the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen.

A white lingerie draped her body, but she was covered up with a black sheer robe, the trim was black feathers and her skin glistened with that fenty glitter bomb stuff he knew she loved. " okay just make sure you're being safe, love you Ro" she kept it short and sweet like every Friday night when he had to go, she chuckled as she placed the finishing touches on her blushed up cheeks, she looked at the Samoan man once more before standing up and looking at her phone again.

10:30 pm

She was so ready for him to leave and with that, it's like he read her mind as he nodded making his way towards and out the loft doors, she sighed with annoyance as she tapped her phone turning on Insecure by Brent Faiyaz.

The idea of an open relationship, or polyamory was never her idea until Roman brought up his wife and he didn't want to necessarily stop seeing you.

The lying, the constant leaving he would do at certain times of the day or certain days in the week, so once she caught him she felt as though it was only fair, she instantly proposed they do it under her terms, her brown orbs looked at herself through her vanity mirror, she was getting all dolled up for another man, her midnight lover, and his cousin.

Jey Uso.

"Jey... mhm" she breathed out in almost a whisper, even her saying his name got her warm and her heart fluttering a thousand beats she felt.

He was the most beautiful man she ever laid her eyes on, she met Jey through her friend's cousin who worked for him and his brother as a manager.

conversations being had and here they were two months into their relationship, of course, Roman had no knowledge of this for that would end in complete chaotic violence, but tonight she desired his touch and him like always as he did for her.

11:30 pm

"Perfect.." a sweet smile was plastered on her face as she looked at the setup she had planned for the two of them, she placed the last few white roses she had in her hand on the bed before the ding of the stove echoed in the living room, she walked out of her room tapping the stove top putting her pasta on low before a soft series of knocks were placed upon her door. She placed her wooden spoon down and walked towards the door standing in front of it, " who is it?" she asked there was a deep chuckle to be heard as there was shuffling of bags before the voice revealed themselves.

"Y/n it's me, baby, open up "That voice only belonged to one man she knew, her excitement no longer contained as she unlocked the door to reveal the man of the hour. "Mhm did I just die and go to heaven? you look so ethereal baby" Jey looked at her in admiration but with lust sparkling in his eyes as he stepped into the loft and placed his bags down.

He was quickly met with Y/n body jumping onto his, his big hands firmly holding her ass up as she had this beaming smile, " Jey! " was all she could say, he couldn't help but laugh and slightly blush at the excitement that radiated off of her. "someone's happy to see me, you look so good, mama " his tone was sultry and husk as he took in his women, her thick thighs tighten themselves around his torso once she leaned in capturing his lips with her glossed plumped ones.

She eagerly but slowly kissed him as he moved them both towards the counter placing her down on it as his lips moved in sync with hers, his massive palms gripped her waist as his head swiftly pulled away and placed small teasing kisses against her burning lips.

"you smell sooooo damn good" A low deep grunt emitted from Jey as the floral yet warm scent danced around his nostrils; giggling at how needy he was being she moved her neck some to give him more access, " Thank you handsome, I could say the same about you" she could smell the Dior savage on him as their bodies were so close to one another, his gold chain dangled with ease against his plain black shirt, Jay lifted his head before his brown orbs met hers causing them both to smile.

"I smell food as well, you didn't have to cook for me, bae I know how tired you are after working with clients all day" his hand softly kneed her soft foot for a moment as he looked up at her, she rolled her eyes playfully almost taken back by his statement." shush boy I wanted to cook because A I was hungry and B I like cooking for my man, besides it gives us a chance to decompress and catch up about our week".

she hopped down quickly grabbing two ceramic plates from the cupboards, Jey's eyes followed her thick figure as he watched her maneuver her way through the kitchen as she prepared dinner for the two of them. The chicken Alfredo with broccoli was placed onto the plate with a small side salad to accompany it, she began to take both plates into her hands until Jey swiftly took one of the plates out of her hands.

"Thank you baby this is all so sweet.. but I got it from here mama" A light smirk graced his face as he grabbed her chair pulled it out and watched her stare at him for a brief moment, he had her stuck at his sudden yet smoothly embedded dominance he began motioning her to sit down, she took her seat as told feeling him push her into the table.

"Im gonna pour your drink cause I see you have this wine in this bucket of ice" Jey quickly washed his hands and dried them before pulling out two wine glasses from her cupboard, he popped open the red wine and poured a reasonable amount in both glasses taking his seat again placing her cup across from him making

Y/n giggle quietly at the gesture.

"Now, tell me about your week beautiful" Jey began to dig into his plate as Y/n sipped her wine smiling ear to ear.

☾

Drunken laughs and conversations filled the room between the two as Jey was now washing the plates clean, while Y/n was too busy leaning against the counter as she indulged in her third but smaller cup of wine listening to Jey go on about his week. "it's just been feeling like every week they got me on air but I'm not complaining my merch has been boomin'" now finished with the last plate he washed his hands drying them.

" I'm not complaining either I get to see your sexy ass every Monday on my tv, mhm" a soft moan emitted from you as your brown orbs scanned Jey taking another slow sip from your glass. Jey moved from the sink and behind your body chuckling deeply as his large hand rubbed softly on your ass.

"Enough about me though... I wanna get into you" That statement alone had your panties ruined, the husky raspiness of his voice made it no better as he quickly picked you up placing your body on the counter and spreading your legs apart with his body in between. His coffee-colored iries felt like lasers burning holes into your face as he stared at you with hungriness.

"Say, baby, where did you get this lil set from?" his hands ran themselves near her core and ripped the delicate fabric before you could even form an answer. "Fro- Jey what the fuck!" she squealed embarrassingly leaking slowly onto her counter, Jey held the panties into his hand as he held a dark sinister-like smirk on his face.

" haven't even touched you yet and you're so wet, don't worry I'll buy you some new ones" his lips crashed into yours roughly, and two thick fingers slithered their way between your soft thighs immediately making contact with your dripping core.

You couldn't even concentrate on kissing back as you felt his finger slide inside of you, moaning at the pain and pleasure that filled you up as he slowly thrust his two digits against your tight walls, he pulled away guiding wet passionate kisses against your neck before whispering into your ear.

"I've missed you so fucking much baby... miss this pussy even more" he growled before swiftly dropping down to be at head level with your core, his thumb swiped at your throbbing clit causing you to bite your lip to surpass any moans, "just eat me already" you whined breathlessly bucking your hips towards Jey indicating you needed him now. He wasted no time propping your legs on his shoulders before sliding his tongue all over your clit.

The moment the taste of y/n fell onto his tongue again he couldn't even help himself as he ruthlessly ate you out, licking and sucking at your arousal proudly lapping up your wetness as his hands gripped your legs apart as if he wasn't getting enough. Moans and curses flew out of you like a symphony and Jey was your conductor.

His eyes watched you from down below as he feasted on you, thrusting his tongue painfully slow as he rubbed your clit at a fast pace, your eyes popped feeling your orgasm completely sneak up on you causing your body to jolt in sensitivity as your cum greeted Jeys mouth in a matter of seconds.

"S-shit im sorry.." all you could hear was slurps and sucking before your lips met his in a heated passionate kiss, He moaned against you, feeling his hard buldge against your exposed core before he pulled back licking his lips.

"Don't apologize I just hope you have enough to melt on my dick just like that." He taunted before scooping the flushed women rushing up the stairs as he quickly plotted his sweet torture he had in store.

Hiii! I’m Bobbi 🥹I’m a writer on Wattpad but I’ve heard some good things about the writing community on tumblr, and also I did a jey imagine cause that’s my nigga🤭 so I wanted to see how well it would do here, if y’all want a part 2 let me know!

[harknessxo]

Chapter II ✦ Just a Mistake- Or Was It?

Parings: Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns, Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio

Summary: Rhea’s life gets turned upside down.

Warnings; angst

Word Count: 3.3k

Masterlist

A/n: this chapter was written by @tonuitekan 😁

“Dom, stop, if you could please just let me explain—“

“Explain what? That you’ve been using me this entire time?” He asked her incredulously as he turned to see her. “That’s why you gave me an ultimatum when I lost my title and you didn’t do the same with Damian and Finn?”

“Dom, it’s not what it looks like. Listen, it was a one time thing only a—“

“Oh? So all those missed phone calls from me to you were all one-time-things as well? Seriously, Rhea?”

“Dominik, please, just- hear me out, ”Rhea begged him as she held his arm, “I never, ever meant for this to go on any further, okay? It was… it was out of my control and I didn’t know how to stop it. I didn’t even know how to tell you, so that’s why Roman and I decided not to tell you until we could find a better time and place to talk about this.”

Dominik stared at her. His eyes had been glassy ever since he walked out from the ring, holding back the urge to cry right then and there as Rhea wanted to bury herself alive. This time, she was the cause of him almost wanting to cry. It wasn’t because of a lost, him being mocked by others in this company, or him being hurt in any way. This time, she was the reason. And it felt more like a stab wound crossing through his chest.

“… Liv was right.” Dominik mumbled, his voice almost breaking as he pulled his arm away from Rhea.

This made her freeze. “… what?”

“Liv was right. You have never changed since the day you left her.”

With that, he decided rather than getting inside the car, he immediately walked away from her direction. At this, Rhea watched him leave with her being unable to leave her own spot as she watched him leave, even being unaware of Damian having watched the entire thing and deciding to go after Dom as he immediately followed him. All the while Finn went to check on Rhea as he began to ask her if she was okay and what were him and Dominik arguing about.

However, Rhea didn’t even bother to explain as she could only head back inside to gather her stuff and leave immediately. Not even willing to see anyone right now. She just wanted to forget this all happened. She wanted to forget.

The next morning…

“Rhea?” Damian knocked on her hotel room the next morning, deciding to go and look for her instead of trying to call or text her for the umpteenth time. He waited a minute or so, but no response as he sighed deeply. “Rhea, come on now, I know you’re in there.”

He then waited once again, hearing something shuffling from the other side as he took a step back before he heard the door unlock and open. He saw an exhausted (not physically, but mentally) Rhea, her hair a complete mess and still wearing her two-piece pajamas.

“I’ve been trying to call and text you since last night.” He told her as he showed her phone. “Did something happened to your phone or…?”

“No. I didn’t want to speak to anyone.” Rhea said as she rubbed her head and let Damian inside her room. “Plus, I had the Wiseman trying to relentlessly call me and demand me to talk to Hunter about last night and well… and then, you have Reigns who’s also been trying to call me since I left. I tried to call Dom but… I think he blocked my number and… I don’t fucking know what to do at this rate.” Damian sat by the couch of the room as Rhea closed the door as he looked at her.

“Look… I’m not trying to justify anything here, but… if anything, you should’ve told Dom—“

“From the moment I screwed Reigns the first time?”

“Rips, Dom isn’t doing well right now.” Damian told her as he shifted in his seat.

“And I know you’ve been trying to call and text him, because I was with him last night making sure that he didn’t slip to any bars or anywhere else and cause some shit. He’s hurt.”

“And you don’t think I know that?” She asked with a scoff as she sat down on the bed, facing him. “Damian, I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“Then why didn’t you stop it from the moment you slept with Roman the first time?”

At the question, Rhea looked down at her fingers. She didn’t know exactly how to answer that question.

“… I don’t know. I mean, it’s hard to explain.” She mumbled as her best friend listened to her.

“Look, I love Dom. I loved him since the moment I started to see the real him when he joined our group. I love everything about him, even if people think otherwise. He’s what you would expect to find in a person; supportive, encouraging, happy, someone that matches your energy.”

She then held her breath for a second before trying to get rid of the knot that was forming in her throat.

“And… ever since I broke things off with Liv, I haven’t felt that way since then and… it feels nice to feel that way again after so long. But with Roman, I…” She trailed off once again before she took a deep breath and rubbed her face with both hands.

“Don’t overthink it, ma. Just say whatever comes in your mind first.” Damian told her as he held his hand out as a sign for her to calm down. She groaned, laying back against the bed frame while holding a pillow on her lap as she spoke.

“… I don’t know if that feeling I’m used to getting for Dom is still there or if it’s just… you know, fading.” She told Damian, the older male still listening to her. “And I’m scared that it is, because I fucked up.”

“So you’re conflicted between either getting Dom back or…?”

“No, it’s not that, but…” She confirmed before she ran a hand through her hair. “Look, I’m pretty sure it was a heat in the moment and that was it. It was never supposed to happen and I shouldn’t have allowed for it to drag on any further. The Bloodline and the Judgment Day are supposed to be allies. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Damian shifted in his seat, looking down for a couple of seconds as he seemed to ponder before he looked back at her. He was never the type of person to tell when his Terror Twin was wrong in any situation. But now…

“Look, I’m not here to tell you that you were wrong or anything like that, but… you need to get all of that shit sorted out or put aside before Crown Jewel.” He told her.

“I get it. Look, you don’t want to get up, you don’t want to do shit right now, you feel like shit, I totally get it. But believe it or not, Rips, there are people out there who refuse to see you weak over anything. I refuse to see you fall and lose that title.” He pointed at the belt that was hanging in the open-closet nearby.

“So right now you have two choices, Rips. Either sort all of this shit out on Monday, or sort it out after Crown Jewel. And another thing,” He sat up as he folded his hands in his pockets, still continuing his stern speech towards her.

“If I see Roman again trying to talk to you alone, Finn and I ain’t gonna leave till he says what he needs to say.” He said to her, “Whatever he has to say to you after everything that happened, he can also tell us, from now on. No more secrets, Rhea. I mean it. Not just for our sake… but if you’re considering taking Dom back, do it for his sake, too.”

“… thanks Priest.” Rhea mumbled as she nodded before she looked down at her hands. Damian only dipped his head and patted her shoulder lightly before he went to the door.

“I’ll check on Dom. You sure you don’t want to come down for gym?”

“I’ll just take today off… not really feelin’ it right now.”

“Alright. If you change your mind, you can call me. Oh, and one more thing,” Damian paused as he was about to open the door to leave before he turned to look at his best friend again. “Raquel called me asking about you.”

At that, Rhea blinked as she looked up incredulously. “What?”

“Yeah, she said she left multiple texts, she heard what happened last night backstage. Zelina filled her in when she heard it from Charlotte after she basically snitched on you to Dom.”

“Oh great…”

“Now hold on, before you assume anything… not to be that person, but given by the tone of her voice, Raquel seemed worried. Well, maybe a little bit.” Damian told her. “If you want to check on your texts whenever you want… I suggest you call her. Not that it matters if you do or not, but… your match at Crown Jewel with her and those other three women is coming up. I suggest you negotiate with her now that she seems to be concerned about you.”

At that, Rhea’s frame relaxed slightly while still looking unsure. Raquel has been attempting to go after her lately for costing her and Liv Morgan the women’s tag titles, so even if what Damian was telling her was true, she needed to be cautious. She trusted almost no one in the Women’s Division, at all.

“Well, imma go down for a few laps then eat something. I’ll catch up with you later, alright?”

“Kay. See ya. And thanks.” Rhea mumbled as she nodded while Damian left. She then placed her head against the wall and took a deep breath before looking at her phone. She was not going to have a good day, at all.

Raquel sat along with all of the wrestlers in the roster as they all had their breakfast together at the dining room. She had just finished making her own workout at the hotel’s gym so she was now just grabbing a quick bite before she could return to her room and begin her day. While eating, she pulled out her phone and verified if any of her texts to Rhea were even opened.

As she did, Damian had already arrived and sat by her side with a plate of food as he spoke.

“I just checked on Rhea and… she ain’t doing alright.” Raquel sighed at this.

“You’re joking right now?”

“Raquel, I’m her best friend—“

“Okay? And so was I at one point.”

“Anyways, she’s not doing okay. She doesn’t even want to get up from bed, I tried to convince her to come down, pero nada.” The muscular woman rubbed her temple as she turned to him.

“Look, Priest, she cannot be like this, okay? Not when she’s defending her title against me and three other women. Look, Rhea and I may have our own issues, but if I’m being fair with you, that’s the least of my concerns right now.” She spoke to him.

Some of the wrestlers around the table were hearing their conversation, but decided not to pitch in or take no part of it.

“What Rhea did was wrong. Dom didn’t deserve that, but that doesn’t mean that Charlotte gets to humiliate her like that and bring up her past and talk about it to everyone in here, out of everything.”

“So you’re saying that if Liv were to hear you right now, she wouldn’t be hurt by you taking Rhea’s side? Is that what I’m getting at?” Both suddenly heard Charlotte’s voice as everyone’s heads turned to face her. She stood in front of everyone at the table as she crossed her arms. Raquel stood up from her seat, a frown plastered in her face as she spoke.

“I’m taking no sides in this. And Flair, I think you should shut up and mind your business.”

“Oh? But me getting into other people’s business is what made Dom realize the type of person Rhea is, or am I wrong?” Charlotte asked as she tilted her head.

At that, tension arose within the dining table as some heads even turned to look at Dom who was gazing down, all the while Finn and Jimmy both sat beside him as they tried to distract the younger male away from Charlotte’s speech.

“Flair, that’s enough, take it easy.” Damian was the second one to stand up and also face her while he also stood beside Raquel.

“This is none of your business, and quite frankly, you shouldn’t have made this into everyone’s business. So do us a favor, sit down, be quiet, and let’s just have a peaceful breakfast, alright?”

“Damian, I hate to say this, but this stopped being a peaceful breakfast the moment she came here.” Bayley commented as she winced while pointing at Charlotte.

“Oh quit it, Bayley. Were you that ex friend that betrayed her own best friend back at NXT all because you were jealous of her succeeding?”

At the comment coming out from Flair’s mouth, the entire table tensed, but even so when Raquel’s expression changed as he looked at her. She knew exactly what she was talking about, and so did Damian.

At Raquel’s change in her body language, Damian looked between her and Charlotte before speaking to Raquel.

“Whatever she says, don’t listen…”

“Oh! Oh wait I’m just getting started.” Charlotte said as she turned to everyone while a sarcastic smile plastered on her face.

“At least I’m not the reason that Rhea became the person she’s today.”

“Charl, that’s enough…” Zelina mumbled as she rubbed the back of her neck, especially when she immediately looked away after noticing the death stare coming from Raquel.

“Oh, no, I’m not finished,” Charlotte piped as she set her plate down and turned to face everyone again, “On top of that, at least I’m not the reason why Rhea had started to obtain very big trust issues with everyone here. And to finish that off… at least I’m not some Rhea-Wannabe who only decided to team up with Morgan all because to try and prove ONCE AGAIN that she was better than Ripley herself.”

“Okay that’s enough—“ Damian stood between Charlotte and Raquel, “Cut it out, right now.”

“No, no. It’s okay,” Raquel suddenly spoke, eyeing at Charlotte dangerously, “Damian, go ahead and step back, because I don’t want to twist your arm.”

“Raquel, just stop it. She’s not worth your time right now.” Natalya was also someone who stood and pulled Raquel back. She gave her a stern look as she spoke.

“Remember, we’re all only here for work. No more dramas, no more fighting. If you guys want to fight over it, we take that in the ring. But. Not. Here.”

It was quiet and tense in the dining room, specifically in their table. After a while, Charlotte attempted to hold back a scoff before she went to take a seat on the other side of the table as everyone watched her keep her peace and eat. At that, they all proceeded to return to eat while trying to act as if nothing happened.

Raquel stared down at her for a moment before she sighed deeply while Natalya and Damian coaxed her to sit back down. When she was about to, however, she caught a glimpse of red and turned to see Roman from a distance walking out from the gym and on his way to the elevator. He had recently gotten out from his own workout and was going to be on his way to his room for a quick shower and a change of clothes.

At this, Raquel stood before either Damian or Natalya could say a word to her. She walked towards the tribal chief himself while exiting the dining room as some people watched.

“Pft, now she wants a piece of Roman all because Rhea got a piece of hi—“

“Charlotte, for fuck’s sake, shut up.” Came Dakota’s annoyed tone as she ate her oatmeal. Quite literally voicing out what everyone else in the table was thinking.

“You. Hey.” Roman perked up as he paused in front of the elevator and turned to see Raquel approach him. “We need to have a chat.”

“Better make it quick. I got an interview in a few hours and I need to get there by noon.” Roman casually said as he looked at his watch. Raquel rolled her eyes at him before she turned to him and spoke.

“Look, I don’t care what your little group and the Judgement Day have going on, I don’t want any part of that, but I’m just gonna tell you right now. Whatever shit that happened between you and Rhea, you better fucking fix it.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Roman. Your… fling with her and Dom realizing that she cheated on him with you is the reason why Charlotte won’t keep her mouth shut.” The Latina blurted out as she made a gesture with her arms.

“Not only is she still trying to drag Rhea as well as cause more issues to her because of that, but she’s also trying to bring more issues for me, and next thing you know, you’re gonna be the next person on her naughty list.”

“Look Raquel,” Roman turned to her as he rubbed his forehead. “I respect you, as a person and a wrestler. I may not interact with you as much, but I’m gonna clarify something for you. I’m not gonna let Miss Flair add me on her “naughty list” all because she’s deciding to cause more issues. Don’t worry about it for now. Plus, like you said, it ain’t your business. So you can breathe just fine, trust me.”

“In case you’re not realizing it by now, Rhea’s not okay.” Raquel quickly said.

“Roman, for fuck’s sake, she has the Crown Jewel match against me and many other women in the next few weeks. She barely gets out of the hotel room every morning and she only goes out whenever it’s about work or training, that’s it. And you probably might know this or not, but before we became enemies, she was my friend. And I’m not gonna sit here and lecture you about our tragic backstory, but my point is… if you at some point actually did cared about Rhea, even if it was a tiny bit, even if it was only during your tag match with her against Bobby and Bianca, even if it’s just a little bit, then you better fix this shit. And make sure Charlotte keeps her mouth shut.”

With that, Raquel stormed away while Roman watched her go back to the cafeteria. Looking at the time on his watch, he gazed at it. It was only a few more hours until he needed to get ready for his meeting later during the day. At the thought of it, he began to consider an idea.

Maybe he could still make small talk.

While he rode the elevator, he pulled his phone out and sent a message to her.

‘We need to talk, I’m heading to your room rn.’

What he didn’t know was that as soon as he entered the elevator to go to the 4th floor, Dominik was watching from the cafeteria as the other wrestlers beside him chatted and ate. Once he saw Roman was gone, he unlocked his phone, scrolling and looking through the many messages Rhea had sent him since last night as he began to ponder.

After a while, he took a deep breath and replied to her messages with just one question:

‘Can we please talk rn?’

[llflorence]

Temptation and Technicalities - Canon Era Fix-it, Rated E, Humor

A little bell tinkled overhead as the door swung open, and Crowley stood on the sidewalk. Confused.

"The Minimart?"

"Yep."

Instead of a pub with its dark and nonjudgmental atmosphere, 'Joey,' as he'd asked to be called, had walked into a convenience store.

"They have this passion fruit flavored water I haven't been able to find anywhere else. Outside of the States, of course," he said, grinning boyishly over one shoulder. "Top tier stuff."

Crowley stepped into the building, with its harsh overhead fluorescents, pristine tile floors, and rows and rows of neatly arranged packages on shiny metal shelves. Security cameras in every corner. Elevator music piped in through tinny speakers. It reminded him of somewhere.

"Great," he said, wondering if things could get any worse.

Joey worked his way to the back of the store, stopping in front of the wall of refrigerated coolers. As Crowley watched, he searched for the aforementioned beverage, making a sound very much like an 'aha' when he found it. He opened the door and cradled it in his t-shirt like a long-sought treasure.

"Want one?" he asked with too much bounce in his voice. He was wiping the condensation on his shirt.

"Sure. Why not."

A bottle was pressed into Crowley's hand. It had a bright pink label, featuring two hands holding a flaming heart, and the words PASSION in purple neon. The liquid inside was a nasty shade of puce, but he was game to try anything at that point.

What did he have to lose?

"Right? I'm gonna pick up something to nosh on. You want anything?"

Crowley didn't. If he was going to 'nosh' on anything, it wouldn't be from a convenience store, purchased by a guy who just bought his future from under him.

Joey disappeared down a snack aisle while Crowley pondered the human desire for all things quick and easy. Where was the joy in wasting calories on something that was gone in a moment when one could slave and savor something made with one's own hands?

And then he shook that nonsense out of his head. What was he thinking?

He found Joey eyeing the beef sticks, choosing an insanely long one and a fistful of assorted others. Crowley approached, cold bottle of purple in one hand, and was shocked to see the man stuffing several snack sticks into his front trouser pockets. 

"Erm. What are you doing?" The man had just purchased a seaside cottage for cash and several antiques without batting an eye. What was with the stealing of salted, dried flesh?

"Nothing," Joey said, quickly turning and shuffling away. He banged the drink and the long jerky on the counter and pulled out a worn leather wallet from his back pocket, smiling up at the cashier with cherubic innocence. 

"There's two of those drinks, please," he told the lady behind the counter, smiling back over his shoulder, bug-eyed glasses low on his long, Roman nose.

Crowley blinked. Was he seriously going to get away with it?

The cashier took his cash, handed back his change, and wished him a good day, and Crowley felt something rise in his chest.

He picked a bag of crisps off a shelf and reached for his wallet. He read the lady's name tag, 'Sue,' and knew without a doubt she wasn't paid enough to challenge a shady grunge of a character over a few lifted goods. 

But he also knew that jerky wasn't cheap, so he pulled out an Alan Turing and left it on the counter, saying, "Keep the change," and hoping she would do just that.

Meanwhile, Joey was heading for the door, ripping open the beef stick packaging with his teeth.

Uncomfortable with himself and his cowardice, Crowley followed. They walked through the parking lot and across the road, where there happened to be a park with a pond. And, of course, a park bench.

Joey sat down on the right-hand side, sloppy sounds of masticating and all. Crowley thought about saying farewell and getting as far away as possible, but something told him to sit.

And sit he did. On the left.

There were ducks in the pond, dammit.

"So," Joey smacked, swallowing audibly and then taking a giant, gulping swig of his drink. "The house is pretty swell."

'Swell' was not how Crowley would describe the cottage. Historical and well-preserved. 'One-owner,' never lived in. Painstakingly customized by the original builder.

But never 'swell.' 

"Mm." Crowley took a sip. Wine from a bag tasted better.

Joey took another gulp and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The fingernails were painted navy blue. His knuckles were tattooed, design unknown. "Why'd you sell it?"

Crowley spit out that sip. 

Joey the Petty Thief slapped him so hard on the back that Crowley's teeth rattled in his skull.

"Don't care for the taxes, I'm guessing."

Crowley thought the reason for letting go of the place was mildly none of the man's business.

"I remember when I quit smoking," the man continued, staring off into the distance in his half-baked way. "Hardest three weeks of my life. But when all those flavors came back to me?" He held his hands to the side, bottle in one fist, half-eaten jerky in the other. He gazed up at the sky as if he were about to ascend. "Heaven."

"That's not –"

"Must be divorce then."

This time, Crowley choked on his own spit. "W – what!?"

"The double vanity was a nice touch. Very thoughtful. Did you put those in yourself?"

The world around them was suddenly very quiet. Even the ducks had stopped arguing. "Excuse me?"

Joey looked at him with soft, sad eyes. "Didn't appreciate you, huh? One-sided kind of thing?" 

Crowley couldn't believe the words he was hearing. Although it had most definitely been unrequited, six thousand years could hardly be classified as a 'thing.'

"For what it's worth," he leaned in as if to tell a secret, "I would have dumped the place, too. Dunno if I could wake up every morning and face that view from the kitchen all by myself.

Images Crowley worked so very hard to keep at bay flashed through his mind, stirred his gut and set off his corporeal fight or flight response.

Joey ignored the warning signs (clenched fists, flared nostrils, rapid pulse at the thinnest part of his neck) and reached over to pat Crowley's knee. As if the man were some benevolent aunt offering sympathy. 

"Been there, done that."

Crowley was really very certain Joey Manuel had never been there nor done that. It was possible now that the man had used every lamely unhelpful saying in the book.

Joey stretched his arms high over his head before tucking back into his beef stick. "That's why I am never getting hitched. Married to the cause, that's me."

A rich white man from the United States who didn't have to worry about whether or not he could marry whomever he pleased was an oxymoron in Crowley's book.

"Had my own 'come to Jesus moment. Dealt with my own Judas."

The Demon was going further and further down a dark path. He'd met Judas. Wasn't such a bad lad. Certainly the most devout of the disciples, it actually made sense that he was the one chosen to betray his king. The worst things happened to the best of folks.

And with that, Crowley had had enough. He stood with the intent of walking away from the man and never seeing him again.

"Ah, well. The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

Crowley stopped mid-escape and stared. Was he actually for real?

"You ever surfed at your beach?" Joey continued, ignoring completely the fact that the Demon had dusted off his pants and was walking away. Crowley sighed deeply and paused.

"Yeah. Sure."

His companion leaped to his feet and threw an arm around Crowley's shoulders. "Great! Think you can show me? I can come out on Saturday. Then you can also walk me through that amazing garden. Teach me about the plant life. I've never seen so many weird things in all my life."

Crowley thought he would much rather return to Soho and walk into a particular bookshop than return to the bungalow and all the flora family he'd left behind. But, since he wasn't in the habit of self-torture anymore –

"Sure. Yeah. Whatever you like."

Aziraphale

The Supreme Archangel blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. 

"The Book of Life is . . ."

Michael rolled their eyes, as if Aziraphale was too dense to keep up. "Is missing, yes."

Aziraphale tried very hard to keep his face neutral. The other Archangels were watching him closely.

"And – how –"

"That's the point!" Uriel interrupted. "Nobody knows how. If we knew how, we'd be able to find out who did it."

Aziraphale thought that Heaven really didn't have that stellar of a record at finding anything.

"So you don't know who –"

"Of course we don't." Saraquel looked ready to throw hands in the air with disgust. "If we knew who, we'd know where it is. But it isn't anywhere in Heaven."

Aziraphale had learned enough about emergency meetings with the Archangels to stop asking questions right then and there. He waited, hands folded at his waist. He'd gotten very good at waiting. After all, he was prepared to live out as many centuries as it took until the opportunity presented itself for a second chance.

"Well?" Sandalphon asked, gold tooth glinting with a smile more enthusiastic than usual. "Are you going to get going and find it? Or are we to stand here all day waiting for a rich man to make it through the eye of a needle?"

Aziraphale frowned. "That's not how it –" And then he remembered himself. Surely, the Archangels knew the parables of Jesus just as well as he did. He needn't go around reminding them –

Uriel scoffed viciously. "Look at him. How we get anything accomplished is a miracle."

The others nodded in agreement, whispering amongst themselves. They couldn't wait for Aziraphale to make a mistake.

The Supreme Archangel cleared his throat and lifted his chin. "Very well. I'll be heading to Earth, then. I trust you'll keep up with your duties while I'm gone."

He half expected to be admonished again for suggesting such a ludicrous thing. The very last place the Book of Life could possibly be was Earth.

"Yes, and best not dawdle," Michael confirmed, pulling out their phone and making a call. The others looked relieved that the meeting had come to a conclusion, and they didn't hang around. Each filed out of the meeting hall with their own agendas in mind, chatting quietly.

"Right."

Aziraphale turned slowly, unbelieving. If he'd known it would be that easy, he'd have descended to Earth a year ago.

He made the long, lonely walk to the elevator. The empty halls echoed his footsteps back and nobody stopped to talk to him. Nobody even attempted a smile or the shortest of eye contact. He wondered if it had been as easy for Gabriel to leave. Naked as he was.

Aziraphale considered that as he stepped into the lift and pressed the button for the ground floor. The former Supreme Archangel hadn't spent enough time on Earth to understand the politics of going without clothing. For how infuriating it had been once he'd arrived at the bookshop, Aziraphale couldn't help but think that was the catalyst for pushing Crowley to eventually do what he did.

He remembered the Demon's face in the coffee shop when Nina made the comment about his 'naked man friend.' It was the beginning of dozens and dozens of Clues that Aziraphale completely missed because he was too caught up in his own agenda.

The loud tone that indicated he'd reached his destination startled him. He'd been thinking where to go first. Where exactly on Earth did one find a celestial object with the power to erase everyone from existence?

Perhaps he'd begin with a bookshop.

As the doors opened and light spilled out into a very familiar street, Aziraphale found himself unable to move. He hadn't really thought through how going back might feel. How staring across the road at the memory of Crowley standing beside Bentley could wreck him so.

He very nearly took the lift straight back to the top. And then he remembered who he was and why he was there.

The kitchen entrance would be less judgmental, he decided.

It must have been very early. The street was relatively quiet; the only sign of human activity with the delivery trucks and garbage trucks and such. He remembered Crowley saying this was his favorite time of day. The only people out and about were the vitally necessary ones. Aziraphale, however, knew it simply meant the Demon could drive Bently fast and furious with less obstacles to get in their way.

It was debilitating, staring at the cracked wood at the alley entrance, fist clenched in preparation. He didn't have any sort of a plan past knocking on the door. The bookshop wasn't his any longer. It was a sanctuary, something stable and trustworthy. Something unlike him.

A light switched on over the stoop, and there came the hollow clunking sound of the lock sliding out of place. The knob turned. The hinges groaned. But when the door swung wide, nobody greeted him on the other side.

Aziraphale clutched at his vest from the emergent smell. The aroma of brewed coffee. The scent of old wood and even older books. The lingering overtones of snuffed-out candles, even though the highly flammable interior hadn't seen the likes of a burning wick in some time. It was every memory hitting him all at once.

The light in the kitchen switched on without visible movement, and Aziraphale understood. He was being welcomed back, just as he was. Forgiven but not forgotten, and oh – that stung.

"Hello, Bookshop, old girl."

He didn't dare step inside, though. He wasn't entirely sure he could if he tried. He needed an invitation from the current inhabitant.

"Hello? Hello?"

A muffled noise sounded from deep inside the building, and then sharp, quick footsteps. As they approached, Aziraphale smoothed down his lapels and straightened his collar. No matter how frazzled his insides were, he had a reputation to uphold.

The face that greeted him across the kitchen was surprised, to say the least. Big brown eyes widened even more so, and the genuine smile became even more sincere.

"Mr. Aziraphale!" Muriel gasped, then hurriedly covered their mouth. "I mean – Supreme Archangel Aziraphale!"

"Aziraphale is fine," he corrected, waving a hand and assessing the angel's attire. They wore sleep pants with vivid pink pigs and an oversized long-sleeved shirt that didn't look as if it belonged to them.

Muriel padded barefoot across the creaky, well-worn wooden floor. "Oh but, that wouldn't be right –"

"Aziraphale," he repeated more firmly. The new shopkeeper seemed to struggle with it, but extended a hand regardless.

"Come in, Mr. Aziraphale, please!" It was a cringe, like they were blaspheming.

Aziraphale stepped over the threshold and the door closed behind him. He rested a hand on the counter at his right, patting the surface affectionately.

"I apologize," Muriel continued, sweeping away a clutter of mugs and dishes, cutlery and wine glasses from the counter. "If I'd know you were coming, I'd have tidied the place."

Aziraphale smiled, appreciating that the angel didn't use miracles to do so. Perhaps the Metatron had been right in assigning the bookshop to their care. If the state of the untidy kitchen was any indication, it appeared the place was most certainly being lived in. Maybe even well-loved.

"I didn't know I was coming, to be honest," he began. Muriel fetched the coffee pot and turned on the tap, rinsing it out and filling it with water. "I'm here on a quest."

Their face brightened considerably as they hunted down clean mugs, of which there were none. They hurried to wash two from the pile of dirties.

"Ooh! That sounds like –"

Aziraphale never got to hear what it sounded like, for they were interrupted by a third individual.

"Oi, have you seen my –?"

The part of Aziraphale that identified as human squirmed uncomfortably. Joining their little party in the cozy kitchenette was a handsome disposable person wearing one of his flannel bathrobes.

"Uh." Eric the Demon's long-lashed eyes, more smudged than ever and looking hollow from no sleep, flitted between Aziraphale and Muriel rapidly. The two horns of hair on the top of his head bounced jauntily, caught up in huge, pink foam rollers. "Uh."

There was a long moment where the three immortal entities stared ineffably open-mouthed at each other.

Muriel spoke first, having at least the decency to sound embarrassed. "Eric! H - how nice of you to stop by!"

Eric's jaw opened and closed. Opened and closed. Aziraphale tried very hard not to think about the demon in his bathrobe, in his bedroom, in his bed. Doing unthinkable things to the angel tasked with his bookstore.

Of course, he could have it totally wrong, and perhaps it was the angel doing things to the demon –

"Oh! Thanks – thanks, Muriel." Eric looked down at his bare feet and his bare knees and back up and Aziraphale knowing he wasn't fooling anyone. "I was hoping to borrow a cup of – a cup of –"

"A cupperty?" the angel offered, voice gone unnaturally high and eager.

Aziraphale shook his head. Underneath the horrible lying and double-speak ran a fairly strong current of love. It warmed his bitter, bitter heart.

"Don't mind me," he offered, looking over Eric's shoulder at one of the Marly Horses and feeling that familiar twinge in his gut. "I won't be in your hair long. I'm looking for something. Something both of you might be able to help with."

The demon looked relieved while the angel was enthralled. "Both of us?"

Eric flashed Muriel a secret look, one that wasn't lost on Aziraphale (he and Crowley used to have those). The Supreme Archangel didn't know how he felt about being on the outside of anyone's secret conversation. He supposed he wholly deserved it.

Muriel handed a cup of steaming coffee to Aziraphale, and the second to their counterpart. Eric drank long and hard, completely ignoring how it must have seared the inside of his mouth.

"Yes. It seems the Book of Life has gone missing and nobody in Heaven knows what's happened to it."

Eric swallowed with an audible gulp. White clouds of steam emerged from both ears. "That's not a real thing. Book of Life. Is it?"

"Oh, but it is!" Muriel answered. They took the empty mug in one hand, and it refilled itself. "Everyone ever created is in it! Course, nobody's actually seen it before."

The demon took the second cup and stirred it absentmindedly with one long finger. "Well, if nobody has seen it, how can you be so sure it's missing?"

He had a point.

"Have either of you heard anything? You know –" Aziraphale gestured toward the floor. "From down there?"

Eric shook his head and joined Muriel where they leaned against the counter. Their elbows touched. Aziraphale felt it in his bones. "Can't say as I have. Don't really talk with downstairs much anymore. Got tired of being made an example of. Too many unscheduled discorporations."

Aziraphale cringed as he remembered Shax disposing of him in the bookshop not long ago. "Sorry about all that."

The demon saluted him. "Not at all."

"Perhaps I could ask the Book Club."

Aziraphale tipped his head in Muriel's direction. "The Book Club?"

The angel nodded, crossing one leg over the other and leaning heavily on Eric's shoulder. "I guess it's technically not exactly a book club. It's just a few of us who get together here once a week. At the bookshop. Everyone brings a book, and we take turns reading aloud and talking about themes and such. It's great fun."

Aziraphale thought about people gathering in his former home to use books as they were intended, and he felt an overwhelming fondness for Muriel. "And who is in this particular club?"

Eric raised his hand. Muriel smiled at him.

"Eric, here. Mrs. Sandwich. Maggie –"

At hearing his friend's name, Aziraphale experienced another pang of regret.

The demon picked up where his angel paused, "– two lesser demons, upstanding Earthly fellows, I can assure you," Eric explained. "Father Ken from the parish down the street –"

"– and a homeless guy. Don't forget him," Muriel offered helpfully.

Aziraphale put together the rag-tag collection of folks inside his mind and felt another surge of pride. It appeared Eric and Muriel were doing what he and Crowley couldn't.

The angel's eyes sparkled and they vibrated slightly with excitement. "Would you like to join us? We're meeting tonight, actually. Once the shops have closed, of course."

Eric rolled his eyes skyward. "As if this place is ever open."

The Supreme Archangel smiled at the pair of them and thought perhaps all hope had not been lost.

"I would love to attend your Book Club. Thank you so very much for inviting me."

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[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Can I request something Christmas related #yandereshield? Maybe first Christmas together?

You Will Have A Merry Christmas

Summary: you spend your first Christmas with the boys

Warnings: Yandere themes, abduction, characters celebrate Christmas, mentions of abuse, obvious gaslighting, drugging, yelling. As always, if you don’t like/can’t handle stuff like that please don’t read

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @blaquekittycat @thesusbunny @writtingrose

When you woke up, your face was still stained with tears from the night before. You were afraid to move, your ankle rubbed raw from pulling against the chain connecting you to the wall next to your bed. You didn’t move when the door to the room opened, and you didn’t react when someone walked towards you.

“ ‘Mornin sweetheart,” Deans voice whispered. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching down to your feet. They always sent Dean in after a rough night. Whether you liked it or not, Dean had a calming feeling that Seth and Roman didn’t always have.

He lifted the blanket off of your feet, reached down and unlocked the restraint. You quickly pulled your leg up, but he caught it and brought it back down.

“What’s this?” He mumbled, looking over the marked up area on your ankle.

“The chain…” you whispered, to quiet for him to hear. They always did this, pretended they didn’t remember what happened. It would happen later when the marks on your neck and chin were seen from everyone. They would act worried, like Roman hadn’t manhandled you the night prior.

“Come on, it’s a special day.” Dean pulled you to your feet. Without the blanket you shivered, not because it was cold but because you were completely naked. You stood there while Dean dressed you, slipping some socks on your feet-never shoes. Shoes were a privilege. One you hadn’t earned.

“Look at you.” Dean chuckled, admiring you. He always looked at you like you were the world to him. Let’s head downstairs and-“ he cut himself off when you started crying. He didn’t say anything to as his arms wrapped around your body, holding you as you sobbed. That was one thing you really liked about Dean. Roman or Seth would be asking questions, trying to force you to explain your emotions. Dean just let you have them.

After a few minutes of crying, you pulled away and whipped your face. You were ready to face them. Dean took your hand, and led you out of the room. The hard floor but into your feet after not walking all night.

“Do you remember what day it is?” Dean asked as you both turned the corner to the stairs. And you could see the large tree lit up, the gifts, all of it. Christmas.

“Took you long enough! We thought you were hiding her from us.” Seth hollered up at you, a huge smiling on his face. Dean helped you down the stairs before letting Seth pick you up. He pushed his lips into yours, so pacing a small kiss. Which you were thankful of. It meant you didn’t have to kiss him back.

“Keep it in your pants Rollins. Let’s get the day started,” Roman said from his seat on the couch. You glanced over Seth’s shoulder to see him, smiling when his eyes met yours. You quickly looked back down practically latching onto Seth, which of course he loved.

Seth carried you over to the couch, sitting down to hold you while Roman and Dean sat on either side.

“This one first,” Roman leaned over to set the gift on your lap. You flinched a bit, but Seth’s hold righted a bit to hold you still. It was a small box, not actually wrapped but made to look like one. After a deep breath, you pulled the box open.

It was a small picture frame, and inside was a photo of yourself and the boys. It was the first night you were there, you were tied down on the bed and the boys were around you. Dean and Seth were sat next to you, and Romans face was sticking out as he was taking the photo. Each of the boys had a huge smile on their face, but your face showed just fear. You could feel the burns on your ankles and wrists from that night.

“Ro…” Dean whispered, as though surprised by the photo. For a moment, fear left your body and it was all replaced by anger. You jumped up, and before any of them could react you slammed the photo into Roman’s face. You all stood silent, watching as the photo fell from his face. He had a few cuts, which he reached up to feel the bit of blood.

Before he could respond, Dean had shot up and wrapped his arms around you. Which in turn, caused Roman to get up.

“I got this!” Dean quickly yelled, holding you away from Roman as you fought him.

“Fuck you!” You screamed at all of them.

“Seth,” Roman groaned, whipping the blood away again.

“On it,” you heard. You felt a hand on your head, holding it down on Deans chest.

“I’m sorry baby…” Dean mumbled as a needle poked your neck. After a moment you felt all of your energy leaving your body. You slumped against Deans chest, your head loosing every thought.

Romans face appeared in front of you, and you felt your brain struggle to form a thought. “Your… face…” you struggled to say. One of your hands reached out as best as it could, and Roman took you from Dean.

“Are you going to apologize?” Roman asked, raising an eye brow.

“Apologize-“ you struggled to think before finding the words. “ ‘m sorry” he pulled you to his chest, rubbing small circles on your back. He glanced up at the other two. Both looked tired, all three had plans to celebrate with you today.

“I’ll tell you what baby, I’ll forgive you but you have to be willing to spend a good day with us.” Roman offered, waiting for an answer.

“Forgiv- ya. Have a good day…” you agreed with him.

“Ok.” Roman looked up at the other two again. “Ok?”

“Ok”

“Ok” they both answered. No one wanted to see another outburst, and both were just happy to see you calm again.

[riptideripley]

Feeling Chapter 5

summary:does zoey regret everything..?

wrd count:771

angst - mention of getting shot

Rhea was panicking,didn’t know how to react to the whole situation. Yet she still went out there and put on her mami persona,did the segment and went backstage to do more on screen moments while preparing Dom in between everything. The show went by faster than she expected,feeling super cautious and nervous knowing she had to talk to Zoey soon.

Zoey was waiting anxiously in her hotel room when suddenly her phone rang,it was Randy. “What do you w-“ “I know where you’re going Zoey.” his voice rang through her ears,eyes widening. Immediately she hung up,immediately calling Damian. “Yooo Zoey what’s up?” “Damian I need you to watch Rhea. Randy is planning something and I-I don’t know what it is but please watch her” she told him,sighing in relief when he agreed. She hung up,gathering her things. She looked over at her nightstand,reaching inside the top draw to retrieve a pocket knife.

Rhea heard a knock at her door and opened it,revealing Zoey. She moved out the way letting the blonde inside,closing and locking the door. “Soo..” Rhea spoke breaking the silence,watching Zoey sit on the bed. “Look rips..I’m sorry. Me and Randy were talking at breakfast,just when I was about go back to bring you some coffee I got a call I was needed at Triple H’s office. I..I guess while I was trying to get my stuff he took my keycard.” Zoey explained,gently rubbing Rhea’s leg as she sat next to her. “..He was watching us earlier” Zoey confessed breaking Rhea’s silence. “Wait what..? And you still came here? Are you fucking du-“ Rhea was cut off with a quick kiss. “I’m not that stupid Rhea,I have Damian watching the hallway with Roman so don’t panic alright?” Zoey spoke trying to calm Rhea down which shockingly worked. “Whatever..so what do we do now?” Rhea questioned,still feeling uneasy knowing she was being watched like prey. “We can do whatever you want,I’ve been talking with Dom so we can work things out” Zoey spoke,running her hand over Rhea’s thigh.

Suddenly there was a loud bang in the hallway,causing both of them to freeze. Zoey was the first to get up,retrieving the pocket knife from her small bag as she slightly cracked the door open. It was Dominik. Laid out on the floor,blood seeping from his side onto the carpeted floor. As Zoey looked up from the sight,she caught a glimpse of a figure walking away. It was fucking Randy. Rhea was behind Zoey and quickly unlocked the door all the way,pushing Zoey out of the way and rushing to Dom’s side. Everyone in the hallway soon opened their door looking at the sight displayed in front of them. Zoey couldn’t even move,pocket knife slipping from her hand as she just stared emotionless.

Damian,Finn,and Roman soon rushed through the hallway after chasing everywhere for Randy. Finn stopped in his tracks seeing Dominik,his heart sinking.

Dom was there,head laying on Rhea’s lap as her hand was over his putting pressure on the gunshot wound. Blood was pooling beside his body and onto Rhea but that didn’t matter to her at this point. Rhea was a sobbing mess,gently shaking Dom awake every time he seemed to lose consciousness. Zoey had called the paramedics by now,hearing a rush of them flood the hallway. Zoey struggled pulling Rhea away from Dominik so the medics could assist him,having to get Roman to help. Roman could only hold her waist as she struggled to get out of grip,eventually giving up and sobbing into Roman’s chest as he turned her around holding her.

All of them rushed down stairs following the paramedics,deciding that Rhea and Finn go into the ambulance with him. Once they reached the ambulance,Rhea and Finn climbed inside promising to keep them updated.

Zoey didn’t know how to process this whole situation. She fell in love not realizing the consequences..does she regret bringing Rhea to her hotel room? Does she regret ever laying her eyes on her? Thoughts flooding her mind,not even realizing how light headed she was. Roman was the first to notice as Zoey collapsed onto the parking lot. “ZOEY!” he yelled out catching her before she hit her head onto the concrete.

Damian just stared. He knew everything..everything that nobody else knew but him and Dominik. He had to find Randy.

For his sister,for his brother,and for Zoey.

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creds: @cafekitsune @bexsbelts

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Cuddle Bugs

Okay so your polycule raising Virgil fic is *amazing*. I absolutely adore it. But now I am absolutely curious about the reverse. Single dad Virgil raising a whole clan of kids ala Bruce Wayne skskssk Also! My apologies I felt like I was a little brief and blunt in my ask about single father Virgil. I absolutely meant that in a "I am so hyped to see your take on the reverse of the original fic" way. I hope I didn't come across as too rude - anon

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Warnings: none

Pairings: none

Word Count: no--jk it's 1582

    Every one of his boys has nightmares, and it always starts out the same way.

Virgil grunts as he gets to his feet, shaking off the worst of the drowsiness and checking the clock. Hm, only 10:45, they're starting early tonight. He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and goes to answer the knock on his door.

"Hey, Pop Star," he mumbles when he opens it to see Patton staring up at him, "what's going on?"

"Um, well—I—" Patton's little hands clutch the stuffed frog until his fingers disappear into plush fur— "can I sleep with you tonight?"

"What for, sweetheart?"

"Well, I, um…"

Virgil slowly gets on one knee, opening his arms for Patton to come close. It's easier for him to speak when he doesn't have to look at him, he's realized, so he rubs his back patiently until Patton mumbles into his shoulder.

"Someone at school showed us this movie trailer and I…um…"

Ah. "Nightmares?"

Patton nods. "I tried to do what you said! I turned on all my lights and went through all the things I thought were scary and I told myself that it wasn't real and so it couldn't hurt me unless I let it but I—"

"Shh, sweetheart," Virgil murmurs, scooping him up, "it's okay. You can stay with me tonight."

His little ball of sunshine perks up. "Really?"

"Yeah, baby, you look tired." As if on cue, a big squeaky yawn splits Patton's chubby cheeks in two. "Alright, sleepyhead, let's get you tucked in."

Of course, no sooner has he stood up then another door opens and two patterns of little footsteps run down the hall toward him. He turns and sees his little troublemakers running toward him, skidding to a halt just in time to avoid smacking into his knees, which his knees are incredibly grateful for.

"Roman? Remus? What's wrong?"

"Can we stay too?"

"We saw the same thing."

"It was really scary."

"There was this big dark room and this guy had a cheese grater and he—"

Patton squeals and buries his head in Virgil's neck. He raises an eyebrow and Remus's mouth snaps shut. He looks down at the floor and shuffles apologetically.

"Sorry, Pat-Pat. We forgot."

"You forgot."

"Boys," Virgil scolds gently before it can spiral into a proper fight, "keep it down. Your brothers might be asleep already."

Remus scoffs. "Doubt it."

"Logan's really brave," Patton mumbles as Virgil starts to herd his kittens inside his room, "and Janus likes making fun of stuff, so they're probably not scared."

"That's not true," Remus says as Virgil sets Patton down on the bed, jumping up and already claiming one of Virgil's pillows, "I saw Logan doing the thing Dad taught us where you go through all the practical stuff and he wasn't calming down the way he normally does, so—"

"But Logan's so much better at not believing stuff." Roman holds his arms up and Virgil picks him up too, sitting on the bed and letting his little prince curl up in his lap. "So he's probably fine. He'll just say it's not real and then…believe it."

"But—"

"Boys," Virgil interrupts gently, "if we don't try to sleep, we'll never get there. Lie down and close your eyes, okay?"

As soon as he lies down, Roman squirms off of him and over to Remus, the two of them wrapping their arms around each other until Virgil can't tell whose legs are whose. Patton wriggles back over to him, holding out his arms. Virgil lets his little one crawl onto his chest, rubbing his back as a stuffed frog finds its way under his chin.

"Dad?"

"Mm?"

"If something happens," Patton whispers, even though he knows his other boys are listening, "you'll protect us, right?"

"Of course I will."

"Really?"

Virgil opens his eyes and sits up a little, one arm wrapped firmly around Patton's waist. "Yeah, sweetheart. I'm always going to protect you from everything I can. You're my babies and I love you."

He looks over and ruffles Roman's hair, then Remus's.

"Anyone who wants to hurt you is gonna have to go through me first, and you all know I can be scary when I need to be."

There are vague noises of agreement and he goes to lie back down, pulling the blankets over them and settling in to sleep. He's just about drifitng off under the solid weight of Patton on his stomach when there's another knock at the door.

There they are.

"Come in?"

The door creaks open and his heart clenches as he feels all three of the children in the bed flinch at the noise. He sits up, hand protectively on Patton's back, and smiles when he sees his other two sons in the doorway.

"L, J, you boys alright?"

"Of course we are," Janus says just a touch too quickly, "why wouldn't we be?"

"We just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Virgil hums, looking down at his little ducklings. "Is there a reason we wouldn't be okay?"

"W-well, um," Janus starts, "it's just that someone showed us something at school—"

"Which they shouldn't have been allowed to watch either," Logan says, "they were just as afraid as they made us."

"—and we—the others looked really scared afterwards, so—"

"You guys looked scared too," Roman says mulishly from where he's tucked against Virgil's side, "wasn't just us."

"Well, you guys were more scared than we were."

"I wasn't!"

"Patton was the most scared!"

Patton, the sweetheart, doesn't deny it. Instead he just burrows into Virgil's hold a little more and squeaks out: "yeah, 'cause it was really scary!"

"See, he—"

It was probably just the air conditioning turning off, or the ice maker turning on, or even just the house settling. But when the sudden noise echoes through the halls, every single one of his boys freezes.

Logan and Janus, still in the doorway, jerk their heads around to look down the hall. Their eyes widen and even though he knows there's nothing in the house, Virgil feels a tug of fear in his own stomach.

Oh, you poor things…

It takes less than ten seconds for his boys to forego their dignity and scamper into the room, jumping into bed and wrapping their arms around him. Patton makes a quiet affronted noise at being squished but doesn't move away. Virgil just wraps his arms around all three of them the best he can—they're getting so much bigger, he used to be able to do this easily—and kisses their foreheads.

"Lie down, babies," he bids gently, "let's all get some sleep."

As he manages to coax all of them to the mattress proper—thank god he sprung for the California King—he gets up to close the door.

Or rather, he tries to get up to close the door.

What actually happens is the moment his weight leaves the mattress, eight little hands reach out and grab at him, pleading eyes and terrified faces looking up at him.

"Where are you going?"

"Are you leaving us?"

"Come back, Dad!"

"It's not safe!"

He blinks. "I'm gonna go close the door. It's okay, you'll watch me walk over, you'll watch me walk back."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Slowly, the hands let him go and he eases his way out from under the covers, walking over to the door. He peeks outside quickly—nope, no one there, nothing that could harm his babies—and shuts the door firmly, turning back to see all of his boys sitting up and watching him. He smiles and comes back over, opening his arms as each of them crowds up for hugs.

"There, see?" He nuzzles the top of Logan's head and kisses Janus on the cheek. "All safe and sound now. You gonna let me back in my bed?"

"Will you cuddle with us?"

"Of course, baby."

They move out of the way and Virgil lies down, Patton immediately crawling back on his chest as Logan and Janus tuck into his left side, Roman and Remus on his right. He kisses Patton's forehead and clumsily pats each of the heads he can find.

"Alright, boys," he mumbles, sleep already tugging at him again, "shut-eye time. I will see you all in the morning."

"Can we do pancakes for breakfast?"

"Will you all help me?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah."

"Mhm."

"Yeah, I want pancakes."

"We promise, Dad."

"Then we'll see. We gotta get to the morning first."

He stifles a chuckle when all of them promptly fuss at each other to go to sleep, the room falling into the quiet noises of hushed breathing and soft rustles of sheets. He closes his eyes and tugs all of them a little closer.

His boys have nightmares, as all children do, and he'll savor the feeling that comes with having each of his sons safe in his bed for as long as he can.

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To Unearth and Back Again; ⛅Chapter 5

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We just got a letter, We just got a letter, We just got a letter, Wonder who it's from!

-We Just Got a Letter, Blue's Clues

So there Roman stood, in the living room, wondering how he ever thought asking Remus for help was a good idea. The four other sides, plus one Thomas, were crowded on the couch around the letter, varying emotions from amusement to panic to disbelief. 

“Wow,” Virgil said, looking like he was about to explode into laughter. “Remus’s done some crazy things, but this one’s pretty out there, dude.”

Roman crossed his arms and grumbled. “It’s more than pretty out there! This is like, outer space levels of out there!”

“It’s certainly- interesting?” Thomas offered. 

“Dear butt brains,” Thomas read as Patton pouted, “great start.

I’ve kidnapped Janus! If you want him back, you’re going on a quest. Manticores and chimera and getting bitten by weird bugs, all that fun stuff. I think you’ll know where to find me!

Have fun! Or don’t, I don’t care.

Love, Remus.”

“I’m not sure why he bothered with the cut-and-paste letters when he was going to sign it anyways. But yeah, this is—a lot bonkers,” Thomas coughed. “At least he was blunt about it?” 

“I do not know that that improves this situation much,” Logan said. Patton whined, peeking at the letter over Logan’s shoulder, who patted his leg comfortingly.

“I, frankly, think this is hilarious.” Virgil said, still barely keeping himself from cracking up. “Insane, absolutely, but hilarious.”

“It’s not funny!” Patton whined. “Janus is missing!”

“He’s not missing, Remus just has him,” Virgil responded, which didn’t seem to quell Patton’s fretting much. He made big, pleading eyes at Virgil, who winced and turned away.

“He’s your boyfriend,” he muttered, but made no further comment on it.

“We’ve got to go and find him,” Patton pleaded. Logan rubbed at his shoulder, tucking him into his side. 

“We will, dear. Remus may be– a lot, but he is still a part of Thomas. And even as a part of his Creativity, there is only so much he can do.”

“What he can do is get ready to catch these hands!” Roman shouted. This was not conducive to a nice picnic with Virgil! How was he supposed to have a nice, peaceful maybe-date over tea sandwiches and mug cakes like this?

Roman flung open his closet door and shifted some of the outfits to the sides to make his way to the back. A couple feet deep into the closet, set into its back wall, was a small wooden door, painted in red and rounded at the top. The edge was framed with a strip of white, words etched into the band and filled in with gold.

“Imagination is the key,” it said.

Roman, at the moment, was imagining some choice things he wanted to say to his brother.

He spent only a second fumbling with the handle, a golden affair shaped into his emblem, before throwing the door open and revealing the mystical landscape inside, miles of grass with green forests in the distance, leaves turning darker as the rolling white clouds turned to eerie green misted sky.

“Don’t trip,” he said sharply, hopping over the doorframe himself as he entered. Thomas came in first, followed by Logan and Patton arm-in-arm, and then Roman rushed back to the door to hold it all the way open for Virgil, because if he couldn’t be treating him to a picnic and some tea sandwiches and mug cakes, he could at least be a little bit chivalrous. 

“Welcome to the Imagination,” Roman said, bowing slightly to Virgil as he stepped into the grass field, who giggled nervously despite the situation. Roman beamed at him in a way he silently prayed looked comforting.

As soon as Virgil had stepped fully through the door, though, a strong wind blew it closed with a slam, and it disappeared into thin air. The group didn’t even have a moment to react before they were covered in a cloud of green glitter. Roman coughed, shaking his head. He spluttered for a second in confusion before catching a glimpse of gold and gasping, barely believing his eyes at what he was seeing.

His clothes were changing before his eyes–the fitted, stark white of his prince costume became looser, more cottonlike, its gold riff-raff becoming plates of armor on his elbows and torso. Black dress pants became high-waisted dark brown trousers tucked over the white tunic, his normal dark boots becoming taller and sturdier and golden knee guards appearing over the tops. His sash glowed and grew, becoming more like a big cowl around his shoulders. A golden shield pin materialized on his shoulder, holding it in place to the armor.

Roman watched in awe as the sparkles began to clear, collecting around his waist, where they formed into a leather belt with his sword in its hilt attached to one side as the green glow faded.

Blinking his eyes and looking around, he saw that the rest of the group had changed as well.

Logan’s casual polo and tie had turned to a silver-adorned nigh-blue vest over a faded navy blue tunic, cloak draped over his shoulders and held by a silver cloak pin. A matching celestial chain belt was wrapped around his waist and his usual casual jeans and sneakers combo had turned to black pants and short heeled black boots.

Clutching onto Logan’s shoulder and looking dizzy was Patton, normal garb replaced with something a bit more fantastical. His polo had undergone the least change out of all of their items so far–while it had become looser, knit fabric turning woven, it was still the same shade of bright blue with its folded collar. Under it, though, was now a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, and he wore flowy white shorts fastened with a brown leather belt that held little vials and bandage rolls. Brown leggings and low blue-and-grey boots had appeared over his legs and feet, and his shins and arms were protected by leather armor.

At first glance, Roman thought he was still wearing his unchanged cardigan, but looking a little closer, it had transformed into a short cloak of the same gray shade. As Patton stumbled off of Logan, brushing himself off, Roman saw that the hood was adorned with small fabric ears and the inside lined with a warm froggy green. 

Thomas had tripped in the confusion, and he groaned, pushing himself off the ground and checking himself for grass stains while admiring his new outfit. His chest had been adorned with a white low-neck poet shirt, rainbow and pink flowers embroidered around the collar. Sitting layered over the new shirt was a leather chestpiece and arm guards and he wore brown pants and boots with a matching belt. 

Oh, and Virgil, Roman thought, eyes finally coming to rest on the object of his affections; Virgil looked beautiful- A vibrant purple shirt layered over white, and black cargo pants that were very neat, in Roman’s personal opinion. Over his sleeves were white wrist guards ending at black fingerless gloves, and on his feet sat high purple buckle-covered boots that Roman thought suited him wonderfully, just like his cloak, embroidered with the same stitched-purple-and-plaid patchwork as his hoodie. The inside was lavender, and the way Virgil rubbed his cheek against the lining did not go unnoticed by Roman.

It was rather a good allegory for Virgil himself, dark and defensive on the outside but so soft and comforting on the in. He was absolutely covered in belts, and it should frankly have made him look like an edgy teenager in a Hot Topic, but on Virgil, it made him look like the brilliantly brave protector Roman knew he was and so utterly adored of him.

Roman felt a flush rising to his cheeks, and brushed at his face, making intense eye contact with the nonexistent eyes of the grass to avoid letting Virgil see the blush that was surely dusting his already besotted expression.

“Wow,” Patton said, and Roman thought for a quick second that he must also be admiring Virgil, and for another quick second he was mad at Patton because he couldn’t be admiring Virgil when he was already in love with Janus and Virgil didn’t like Janus so that wasn’t fair, and then so yet another second to berate himself for that thought because it was just mean and also Virgil was pretty, and then finally looked up to see that Patton was not looking at Virgil at all but over the sprawling landscape of trees and grass and mystery laid out before them.

Roman hummed in contemplation. Patton stood still gazing out at the world, Logan and Virgil and Thomas joining him with a sense of fear and curiosity but wonder all the same.

Patton breathed out into the wind, squeezing his shoulders and his arms in a self-hug. Logan placed a hand on his back reassuringly then, and Virgil twitched and raised his hand to mirror the action before thinking more consideringly of their relationship and flinching his arm back into himself.

“It feels so strange,” Patton whispered, and Thomas hummed in agreement. “It’s almost unearthly.”

“Well, here we go, then,” Roman said, brandishing his sword.

“To unearth, and back again.”

Bonus song for this chapter: Open by Crying!

[daxwritesstories]

College AU Part 36: DARE

Content warning: violence

Scene 1: What Do They Know?

INT. Halo & Vir's dorm - Afternoon

Vir is lying on her bed, reading a book. The door opens and Halo walks in with a suitcase. Vir throws her book to the side and jumps out of bed.

VIR: Thank god you're back!

Vir wraps her arms around Halo, who lets go of her suitcase to hug back.

HALO: I wasn't gone for that long.

VIR: I know, but I have so much stuff to tell you.

HALO: Oh?

Halo lets go of Vir.

HALO: Like what?

VIR: So much happened during the break. I know I texted you some stuff, but you need to hear the full details.

Halo smiles and closes the door.

HALO: You mean about the party? I'm pretty sure you told me all the details of the spin-the-bottle game. You had everybody's turn memorized.

VIR: It was spin-the-candy-cane, actually. And way more stuff happened. I wanted to tell you in person.

HALO: Okay. Tell me everything.

Halo sits down on her bed, neglecting her suitcase. Vir remains standing, too excited to sit down.

VIR: Okay, first of all, the most important thing... Do you remember that goth girl Cyra dated in high school?

HALO: Mhm. Celeste, right?

VIR: Yeah. So... I ended up making out with her at the party.

Halo's jaw drops in disbelief.

HALO: Vir!

VIR: I know normally that would be shady, but come on! Cyra has so many exes and so many friends. She can't expect there to never be any crossover.

HALO: I guess so...

VIR: And besides, have you seen Celeste? She's, like, supermodel-gorgeous.

HALO: I know. And that body...

VIR: Don't even get me started on that.

Halo giggles.

HALO: So, what did Cyra think about that?

VIR: Cyra doesn't know.

Halo gives her a confused look.

HALO: She didn't see?

VIR: Nope.

HALO: Why? Where was she?

Vir smiles mischievously.

VIR: That's another thing I have to tell you about.

HALO: Oh boy...

VIR: At some point, when everyone was super drunk, Cyra snuck off into one of the bedrooms to have a foursome.

HALO: A foursome?!

Vir nods, still smiling.

VIR: Mhm! She told everyone that it was a threesome, but I saw four people go into that room.

HALO: Who was it? That Ace guy and his boyfriend? I know she's been sleeping with them.

VIR: Yeah. And you'll never guess the fourth person.

Vir waits a moment, letting Halo think a bit. Halo gives up quickly though.

HALO: I don't know. Tell me!

VIR: Roman. The music prof.

HALO: What?!

VIR: I know. Wild.

HALO: So Erik was right?

VIR: Of course he was right. When Cyra gets into fights I'm always more inclined to believe the other person's side of the story.

HALO: True... She does lie a lot.

VIR: I heard Erik was saying that he was out partying with both Cyra and Roman one night, and Roman made a joke about Cyra doing a sexual favor for him.

HALO (playfully): And who did you hear that from?

VIR: I have my sources. Reliable sources.

HALO (sarcastically): Sure you do...

VIR: Halo!

Halo starts laughing.

Scene 2: DONTTRUSTME

(Scene title by 3oh!3)

INT. Boy's dorm lobby - Afternoon

Cyra is walking across the lobby toward the doors. She's holding a bag.

Before she can leave, Erik walks through the door, pulling a suitcase. Cyra gasps excitedly when she sees him.

CYRA: Erik! You're back!

Erik sighs when he sees Cyra.

ERIK (sarcastically): Just the person I wanted to see...

CYRA: Oh, shut up. Give me a hug.

ERIK: Ugh!

Cyra wraps her arms around Erik and the bag she's holding hits him in the back. Whatever's in the bag is light because Erik doesn't react to it. Erik doesn't hug Cyra back, just stands there looking annoyed.

When Cyra lets go, she smiles at him, ignoring Erik's annoyance.

CYRA: How was your trip?

ERIK: It was fine. How was the break?

CYRA: It was alright. I threw a party without you.

ERIK: I heard...

CYRA: What? What did you hear?

ERIK: Just that you threw a party.

Cyra looks relieved.

CYRA: Oh. Cool. Well, I gotta go.

ERIK: Where you headed?

Cyra instinctively hides the bag behind her back.

CYRA: Uh... to my dorm.

ERIK: What's in the bag?

CYRA: Just some clothes.

ERIK: Why are you hiding it?

Cyra glances around nervously.

CYRA: I gotta go.

Cyra walks past Erik. He just watches her go.

ERIK: Are we on for practice tonight?

CYRA: Yep! See you then!

Scene 3: DARE

(Scene title by Gorillaz)

INT. Roman's office - Afternoon

Cyra opens the door and walks into the room without paying much attention.

CYRA: Hey, I'm–

She suddenly stops talking and freezes when she sees a beautiful woman standing in front of Roman's desk, looking at her. The woman has long, wavy black hair and is wearing a corset tank top and black skin-tight jeans, along with lace-up high heels. She has tattoos on her arms and chest. She looks about five years older than Cyra.

Roman, who is sitting behind his desk, gives Cyra an annoyed look.

ROMAN: What do you want, Cyra?

Cyra quickly hides the bag behind her legs.

CYRA: Uh...

ROMAN: Sorry, Sophie. This is one of my students.

SOPHIE: Oh! It's nice to meet you.

Sophie has a cute, honeyed voice.

CYRA: Um, likewise. Sophie, is it?

SOPHIE: Mhm! Are you in Roman's classes? Is he a good teacher?

CYRA: Yeah... he is.

Cyra glances at Roman, trying to read his expression. Roman looks relaxed so Cyra relaxes a bit too. Sophie giggles.

SOPHIE: Well, I should get out of your way.

Sophie turns to speak to Roman.

SOPHIE: I shouldn't be bothering you while you're at work anyway.

ROMAN: Bother me all you want. I get bored here.

Sophie and Roman smile at each other and then Sophie walks toward the door.

SOPHIE: I'll call you later.

ROMAN: Looking forward to it.

Sophie leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. Cyra stares at the door for a moment, processing what just happened. Then she looks at Roman and points at the door.

CYRA: Who was—

ROMAN: Why are you here?

Roman sounds slightly pissed off. Cyra walks over to his desk and throws the bag at him. Roman quickly catches it.

CYRA: I'm here because you keep leaving your clothes in Ace's dorm. Who was that?

ROMAN: My girlfriend.

Cyra smiles.

CYRA: You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend.

ROMAN: Well, I've been seeing her for a while but we just made it official on New Year's.

CYRA: That was, like, a week ago! Why didn't you tell me?

Cyra sounds way too excited.

ROMAN: I don't think I should be telling you everything about my personal life. You'll get too attached to me.

CYRA: I'm not gonna...

Cyra trails off and looks at the door again, before turning her attention back to Roman.

CYRA: She's hot.

ROMAN: I know.

CYRA: You need a third?

Roman laughs.

CYRA: What?

ROMAN: You're joking, right? She's way out of your league.

CYRA: What?! Rude!

ROMAN: I'm just pointing out the facts.

CYRA: Oh, fuck off. I bet I could steal her from you if I wanted.

Roman laughs even more.

CYRA: Hey! I'm not joking.

ROMAN: You wouldn't have a chance.

CYRA: Wanna find out?

Roman suddenly stops laughing.

ROMAN: What's with you and trying to ruin everyone's relationships?

CYRA: I don't–

ROMAN: Did you already forget about that whole ordeal with Ace and Zayn?

CYRA: Well, that worked out for me, didn't it?

Roman snickers and Cyra smiles at him, thinking the mood has lightened.

CYRA: Come on, I'm really good at threesomes.

ROMAN: I said no. Sophie's straight and she doesn't need an annoying girl bothering her. You'd probably just scare her off, and I'm not gonna let that happen.

CYRA: I've slept with plenty of straight girls.

ROMAN: Like I said, she's out of your league.

CYRA: No, she's not.

Roman looks mad again.

ROMAN: Cyra...

CYRA: What?

ROMAN: Come here. I wanna show you something.

Cyra walks around to the other side of the desk, looking at Roman skeptically.

CYRA: What is–

Roman suddenly pulls Cyra onto his lap. He grabs her neck with one hand to keep her from moving.

ROMAN: Just shut up and listen. Since I know how you can be, I'm gonna tell you this now. Sophie isn't interested in you and she never will be. If you really think you're good enough to fuck her then you're delusional.

CYRA: I'm not–

Roman squeezes Cyra's neck.

ROMAN: I said shut up, Cyra. Did you not hear me?

Cyra glares at Roman but doesn't say anything else. Roman loosens his grip on her again.

ROMAN: You're never gonna touch Sophie. You're not gonna talk to her. You're not even gonna look at her. Do you understand?

Cyra just holds her glare defiantly. That makes Roman even angrier.

ROMAN: Do you remember what Ace did to you when he found out you tried to sabotage his relationship?

Roman leans over and opens the bottom drawer in his desk. He starts rummaging through it while he waits for Cyra to respond. She doesn't though.

ROMAN: Well? Do you?

Cyra lets out an annoyed sigh.

CYRA: Yes, I remember...

ROMAN: Good. Because what I'm gonna do to you, if you don't listen to me, will be so much worse than that.

Cyra rolls her eyes. Roman finds his brass knuckles and takes them out of the drawer. Cyra doesn't notice.

CYRA: Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

Roman presses the brass knuckles against Cyra's exposed mid-drift. She looks down in surprise when she feels the cold metal on her skin.

CYRA: What's–

ROMAN: They're brass knuckles. And I've been itching to use them on someone. So go ahead, give me a reason. I dare you.

Cyra just rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

ROMAN: What? You don't think I'd do it?

CYRA: I believe you'd do it. I'm just not scared.

Roman suddenly reels back and hits Cyra's side, just above her hip bone. Cyra immediately folds in on herself and Roman lets go of her.

CYRA: Gah! Fuck!

Cyra instinctively holds her side with one arm.

ROMAN (calmly): You should be scared.

Cyra squeezes her eyes shut, trying to deal with the pain.

Scene 4: Worst Friends Forever

(Scene title by Ghost Town)

INT. Theater - Late afternoon

Everyone in the play cast, except Roman and Cyra, are in the theater. Connor, Devin, Celia, Jayce, and Bella are all on the stage. Jamie is talking to them. Everyone else is sitting in the rows. Rhett and Erik are sitting close to the doors, on the end of the second row.

Cyra and Roman walk into the theater together. Everyone looks at them. Erik glares daggers at both of them.

JAMIE: You're late! Both of you.

ROMAN: Oops.

CYRA: I, um, had a... thing I had to do.

Roman walks over to the row in front of Erik and Rhett, sitting near them.

VIR: Come on, Cyra! You can come up with a better lie than that.

Cyra laughs.

JAMIE: I don't care what you were doing, just get on the stage.

Cyra makes her way toward the stage. Erik speaks when she passes him though. He sounds pissed.

ERIK: Do you two just hang out now, or something?

Cyra stops in her tracks, looking upset. She jumps to defend herself.

CYRA: We ran into each other in the hall.

Erik looks at Roman.

ERIK: Is that true?

Roman doesn't even turn around to respond, he just watches the people on stage.

ROMAN (unenthusiastically): Yeah, wouldn't you like to know.

ERIK: I would, dickhead.

CYRA: Erik!

JAMIE: Cyra!

CONNOR: Rocky!

A few people start laughing at Connor's joke. Cyra hurries to the stage, not wanting to be yelled at again.

As soon as Cyra's far enough away, Roman turns around to talk to Erik.

ROMAN: Why wouldn't we hang out? We're friends. She even invited me to her party while you were gone.

ERIK: She what?

Erik looks at Rhett.

RHETT: She asked me not to tell you. I knew you were just gonna bitch about it anyway.

Erik rolls his eyes.

ERIK: You should have said no.

ROMAN: Well, it's pretty hard to say no to Cyra. I'm sure you know that.

Rhett makes a confused face but doesn't say anything.

ERIK: Get bent.

ROMAN: Hm...

Roman looks at the people on stage again.

We see a shot of the stage. Cyra is holding her side as Jamie gives her directions. She's holding the same spot where Roman hit her in the previous scene.

Roman smiles and turns around again.

ROMAN: Hey, Erik.

Erik looks at him, scowling.

ROMAN: You should come by my office when you have the time. I've got something cool to show you.

Erik's expression changes, showing a hint of fear. He quickly hides it though, looking away. Roman just laughs.

Scene 5: Whatever You Like

(Scene title by T.I.)

INT. Theater - Late afternoon

It's a bit later into rehearsal. A slightly different group of people are now on the stage, rehearsing the dinner scene.

Cyra's sitting in one of the back rows, away from everyone else. She has her feet on the back of the seat in front of her. She's watching the rehearsal but seems a bit out of it.

After glancing around to see if anyone's watching, Cyra lifts the side of her shirt. There is a large bruise on her side. Upon seeing the bruise, she sighs in annoyance and pulls her shirt back down.

Cyra's phone buzzes in her lap and she grabs it to check the text. It's from Ace.

ACE (text): I need you to come to my classroom.

ACE (text): Now.

Once Cyra reads the texts, she immediately scans the room, trying to see where everyone's attention is. Pretty much everyone is either rehearsing or watching the rehearsal.

Cyra slowly gets out of her seat and start tip-toeing to the back door. Just before she makes it out though, Erik glances at her from the stage and they make eye contact. He gives her a disappointed look. Cyra just tries to ignore it and sneaks out of the room.

[rcksmith]

Be mine — Roman Godfrey

Requests: “Helloo, I would like to request an imagine of roman Godfrey with smut prompt 28”

“Hii, omg I lover your work!! Can you do fluff prompts 45 and 59 and smut prompts 32 whit Roman Godfrey? Thank you, love💖”

Fluff prompts:

45. “where have you been all my life?”

59. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Smut prompts:

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

32. “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”

A/N: I was excited about these request for Roman, I loved it. I hope you guys like.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Roman Godfrey/ Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, explicit smut, NSFW, degradation, dirty talk and also fluff too.

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The big white and airy room tried to show a soothing and safe energy, the light tones contrasted with the golden rays of the sun outside and could even try to show a lyrical vibe. Could, if not for everything else.

It was hard to pinpoint the source that messed up that whole idea of ​​peace that the colors on the walls had, but maybe it was because Godfrey Industries was... oblique, mysterious, sinister. There was something in the air, a dark breeze that echoed all the floors of that gigantic building, bringing the feeling that something was out of place. It was, at times, disconcerting. Like looking at a perfect painting but knowing that something is out of place. Or to witness the seconds of frightening calm before a major disaster. But as the months went by, you had to get used to it and adapt to it. Your daydreams wandered far away. You wondered what you were doing there, in that country town that also had that sinister energy.

Why you left Los Angles? Okay, did you know why. After finishing college, you sent out resumes to as many companies as you could. Its from that time when you realize that adult life has knocked on the door and that the cost of living in California was too high. The plan, when you left home to pursue your dream and go to college in another state, was to get a job as soon as possible. But some things got out of your control, and when you realized it, you had graduated and you didn't have enough money to come up with second plans.

So, when the multinational Godfrey Industries called you after an interview and gave you the job, you didn't hesitate. The salary was too good for a international negotiations assistant, and after a while you could breathe easier, and be able to straighten out your financial life and have a better resume to be able to get back to a big city.

It was a good plan, a rational plan. You were proud of that. But it was logical that too much confidence was accompanied by some ruin.

And its ruin came under the name of Roman Godfrey.

Roman was swallowed all the air in any the room when he entered, as if its imposing presence subdued any environment. Everything about him exuded the same objective: to conquer, to possess, to win. He was the Trojan army. But the worst and the most dangerous was not his difficult personality, but how you felt close to him. How his presence caused side effects on you.

He was absolutely gorgeous. It should be considered illegal for someone to have that appearance, that voice, that sinisterly penetrating look. You felt that Roman Godfrey had the aura of intense and exciting music, like the song of danger.

He was the personification of sin, and you were being tested by the universe.

The trinity of what could be a gigantic disaster was completed when, a few months ago, Roman started testing you, joining the universe in what appeared to be a plan to slaughter your sanity.

It was your first meeting with the Company a few weeks after you was hired. Adam, the director of the international negotiations sector, for whom you are an assistant, asked you to bring all the documents of the process and remain in the meeting. It was about an international multi who wanted to buy some equipment from Godfrey Industries, but who were working hard to try to close deals at a lower price.

As you handed a copy of the negotiation to each sector director in that room, you felt a pair of eyes burning the back of your neck the whole time, like your shadow. The caustic sensation ruffled all the hair on the back of your neck, snaking from head to toe and made you search the environment behind the author.

That's when you finding him.

Roman had the green irises stuck to you like a tattoo on your skin. As if unraveling all your secrets, your sins, virtues and all your thoughts. It was intense, magnetic... dangerous.

You felt the white walls of that room were embraced by a black and dark shadow, and the air became thin. Then he smiled. A smug and arrogant little smile. The kind who won a battle.

It had been the beginning of a sequence of events. Roman began to request and make sure that you were present at all meetings, negotiations, cases, even when your presence added much more to your professional knowledge than to contribute to the resolution of company problems. At that time the order was still not directed at you, Adam just told you that Godfrey wanted you at meetings.

It was strange, atypical, almost surreal. You used to go into the conference room and look directly at Roman, frowning in silent questioning at him. But he never gave you an answer. He just gave that smug smile and turned his attention to the big screen in the living room.

This happened five times before Roman sent to tell you that he wanted to see you in his office.

“But why?!" You frowned at Adam.

The man looked at you for a second before shrugging.

“Your work has been impeccable, I think he just wants to give you more things to do.” Adam kept his eyes on the documents themselves.

"But you are my boss.” Sometimes you had a habit of saying what you thought without considering the consequences.

Your mother and your friends said that you had a total inability to hide what you felt, to be someone reserved or shy. You were almost always the person who said everything you felt.

Adam laughed softly, already used to your personality and turned his eyes to you.

“And he is my boss."

You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes. The truth was, you didn't want to find him. Roman puzzled you, messed with your system. And after those 5 meetings without explaining why you were there, you started to want to avoid his presence.

But apparently the universe was not on your side this time.

You got up and excused yourself, listening to your own heels echoing down the hall before entering the elevator and pressing the last button. Going to Godfrey's office.

Anxiety coursed through your veins like overwhelming electricity, making you sway on your heels and stir your fingers.

What did he want with you? Had you done something? Was he crazy?

You sucked in the air hard, shrugging your shoulders to relax when the door opened up. You walked for a while before stopping at Roman's office and knocking on the door with your finger.

“Come in." The voice made your heart skip a few beats.

You walked in, closing the door behind you and laying your eyes on the tall, slender figure who was sitting behind the table, dressed in black pieces and a small smile.

“Did you want to see me, Mr.Godfrey ?"

Maybe it was your imagination or your nervousness that was seeing things in between lines, but you could have sworn that Roman breathed harder after you said his last name.

You stopped in front of his desk, too agitated to sit on the chair.

“Yes, Darling.” He stood up, getting much bigger than you, even though your feet were in a 10 cm heel.

Roman fished a file on the table itself, bypassing the table and coming menacingly close to you. He stood in front of you again, his hip against the table and leaning there, holding out the file for you. You took seconds longer than you would like to pick up the papers, Roman's left leg was dangerously close to yours, the knee almost brushing your thigh covered by the black skirt.

“I need it ready by night."

That's when you came out of the trance, picking up the folder and staring at the amount of stuff there. It was a process about an agreement with a company in Asia, and it was so bureaucratic that it would take up your entire time. And you already had a million things for do.

“But...” You were about to start talking, but Roman moved away from the edge of the table, his chest hovering over yours.

You have never felt so small, so fragile and so vulnerable in your life. You had to lift your chin to face him straight.

“You are going to be a good girl and bring me this tonight.” It was not a request. “You will, right?”

Your common sense or decorum had gone somewhere. Maybe was lost in your own stupidity. The oxygen evaporated from your lungs. And before you could think of something diplomatic and good to say. Because you were not dumb. You heard yourself say:

“Yes, Mr. Godfrey.”

Fucking hell!

“Great.” He gave you a rewarding smile.

From that moment on events like this became routine. In fact, you tried to mask that you liked it, that it wasn't extremely unprofessional, that he was not only your boss, but also the owner of the entire company. Over time you learned to deal with him too, Roman was never brazen or touched you, he would drop some ‘Dear’ or ‘Pretty’ over and over here for you, but, truth be told, you didn’t get uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was your feminine vanity. You didn't want to be selfish, but having a man like Roman Godfrey praise you did wonders for your feminine vanity. You felt absurdly beautiful. He made you feel like the personification of the Female Fatal, and you liked that. So you would roll your eyes at him and give him some jokes smiles in his direction whenever these things happened.

You did not deny it, but you also do not return any praise.

Over the months you had practically become more of an assistant to Roman than to Adam. He kept you getting bogged down with things to do and telling Adam to pass on your old duties to any other goddamn person.

“They accept to close if they have had 30% of the profits.” You put your cell phone down to talk to Roman, who had his hip against the desk work and an open file in his hands.

“They must be stupid” he rolled his eyes “10% and I will still be being generous.”

You went back to your call, your eyes fixed on the top view of the city as you settled the deal.

“I can get them to close by 15% if we send the equipment by tomorrow.” You said to Roman again, plugging the cell phone microphone with your other hand “But it has to be send until the morning. Not next.”

Roman smiled broadly and satisfied, nodding his head in ‘Yes’ as you turned your attention to the city view and finished the negotiation. You were getting the details right when you felt a presence behind you, the heat radiating for your back and making you lose your breath for a second. You swallowed and tried to ignore something vibrating in your core, disconnecting the call as soon as you closed the deal.

“What would I do without you?” Roman's voice blew at the top of your ear, his ghostly touch fanning your skin.

You laughed to try to hide how much your core pulsed, turning around enough to face his completely.

"I don't know, you would have already lost four contracts.” You tried to joke, but he was absurdly close.

The scent of a man and an expensive cologne swallowed you like a wave and dragged you into the sea, drowning you. The emerald green eyes were fixed on you, as if they swallowed you.

“You could work for me.” Godfrey let go, taking another step closer to you.

Instinctively, you took a step back, your back finding the cold glass behind you and trapping you between the cold sensation and the absurd warmth of the man.

"I already work for you.” You said it as if it were obvious, letting out a nervous laugh and trying to clean up how much your uterus vibrated now.

“No, you work more with Adam.” He rolled his eyes, his hand now resting on your hip, rising to your waist like a snake “I speak of you being my assistant, being here when I arrive, spending the all days with me.”

Your heart screamed, your pussy throbbed so hard that if Roman hadn't paid attention to you, you would have bitten your lip.

“Are you flirting with me?”

"You finally noticed?"

There was no way to deny to yourself that you had already reached your share of perverted dreams with Roman Godfrey. He was like an addiction! It was unbearable how present he was always in your head, playing with your sanity, making you think of how those absurdly long fingers would fuck you so well, how those impeccable clothes hid a maddening body.

And that was exactly why you couldn't be him assistant.

If it was already overwhelmingly difficult to occasionally remain in him presence without diverting your thoughts, every day would be impossible. All the time. You would end up having to resign your job after, because any involvement between you would not result in a happy ending. Aside from being extremely unethical, it would end up destroying your heart, and God, you needed the job!

"M-Mr Godfrey." You tried to speak, touching his chest with the palm of your hand with the intention of gently pushing him away.

But the shot backfired. He was cold. Absurdly cold. Cold that makes you want to warm up, an addictive, that intoxicates you. Suddenly, you are already wondering if other parts of it would be cold too.

Would the kiss contain the beauty and temperature of the snow? When Roman entered you, would he be consumed by the heat of your needy walls? He Would it stick to you like a private sun?

“Pretty.” Godfrey sighed against your cheek, dangerously lowering his lips in your direction. “Why not stay with me? Where can I fuck you every day? ”

This time you moaned, a low moan that gave up all of your game. It lit a dangerous, vital fire in Roman's eyes, and him hand, which once touched you softly, now snaked into your waist, pulling you close.

“Do you like to hear that? That I want to fuck you until you scream?” You closed your fingers on him black dress shirt, closing your lip between your teeth to contain a groan.

Roman's mouth went to your neck, pouring wet, surprisingly hot kisses onto your skin.

"Would you like to know that I have imagined fucking you hard for a long time?” His hands went to the hem of your skirt. “That I want to tag you with my cum until you're just mine?"

“Mr.Go-Godfrey!” You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your head go back and lean against the glass wall.

“Tell me, Pretty.” He lifted his lips to hover over yours “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

You frantically ascended your head, letting a 'Yes' leave with a low sob.

Thereafter Roman wasted no time. He pulled you onto his lap by your thighs, placing you under his desk and throwing all objects on the table with one arm. He kissed you. Furiously. He kissed you as if you were his property, as if you were the answer to all his prayers, his divinity. Your mouth opened to get air and Roman took the opportunity to invade with his tongue, hunting you.

You groaned, or he, or both.

"I'm going to show you what a real fucking is." Roman snarled against your mouth, not considering any consequences before popping all the buttons on your shirt with a two-handed tug, making you gasp.

That seemed to bring you back to Earth.

You pulled your chest away from him, and Roman looked up at you with a questioning expression.

“Ro-Roman, this is wrong.” you said.

“You have no idea how much I don’t give a fuck.” He leaned over to kiss you again, extremely excited by the sight of you in a lacy bra, but you averted your face by placing your hands on him chest.

You said. “I'm going to have to resign this job later if I do it, and I need the job.”

Romam snorted, straightening up again.

“Who says you need to resign? Did you forget that I am the owner of this crap?” He brought his lips to your neck once more, and you sighed softly “Be mine. Be mine."

“I don’t know.”

Romam held your face in his hands, in a gentle touch, which clashed absurdly with the lush fire in his eyes.

“I don't want to fuck you because you work here, but because I think you're fucking beautiful.” He said “Be mine, and if you don't want anything to do with me afterwards, that's okay, let's keep working normally.” Roman moved closer, his voice hitting your mouth “Let me fuck this hot pussy, I'm sure you'll want more later. And I will give you everything you want.”

So you gave in. You kissed him fiercely, spreading your legs wider and settling them between them, letting the skirt roll to pile on your hips and exposing lace panties. Roman reaching down to your back and removing your bra, dropping your mouth over your left breast when it was exposed.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back, curling your fingers in his hair and sighing when Godfrey moved his fingers down the middle of your legs. You whimpered, rummaging around in his hand for some friction, needy and needy.

Roman laughed arrogantly against your breast: “Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” He took a bite out of your left beak as he walked away to remove his belt.

You groaned, your eyes on fire, your body hot and needy. And that's when Roman looked at you. A hot fucking woman half naked at his table, so beautiful and perfect that it was almost a sin. He wanted to be able to record that scene forever. You were perfect. He thought you were extraordinarily perfect.

Then he rushed ferociously at you again, his hands wrapped around your hot body as he moaned on your lips: "Where have you been all my life?"

You gasped, finishing the job of his belt and pants, fighting a battle with his tongue.

“Waiting for this moment.” You provoked it with a sensual chuckle, nibbling on his lower lip.

Roman shared your sly smile, tearing at your panties and holding his own dick in your direction. You moaned louder this time, in need, lowering your hands to his hips and rolling around his waist, trying to get closer.

Roman laughed, sinking his mouth into yours and also plunging his dick into yours smooth folds.

You screamed out loud, clasping your body to his while Roman put an arm around your waist, gluing your body to his and hitting the stick at the end of the well, drawing out a loud groan from both of you. The environment was filled with moaning and pornographic sounds, the table rattling beneath you as the things that were left on top now fell completely. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clenching your nails at the back of your neck as you wrapped your legs around Roman's hips, pulling him further into you and swallowing him completely.

“Holy fuck!” He snarled, lowering his mouth to meet your neck and shoulder, closing his teeth there as he demanded more force in his movements.

Godfrey beat without mercy, without pause, conquering and proclaiming his every piece of your body as his own. You could no longer control your moans, all the sensations exploded inside you like nuclear bombs and pleasure and pain curved all your lines of reasoning. You laid your back on the table, your breasts jumping with the speed and strength of him movements, while Roman clasped his hands on your waist and set a brighter pace as he pulled you onto his dick and propelled your hips at you.

“So fuck hot slut!” He growled, never stopping the pace.

You shouted something that looked like him name, and threw your head back when the orgasm invaded your system, shaking your legs and pulling him deeper. Roman moaned loudly, squeezing your flesh so tightly that it would leave marks tomorrow, while he cum inside you, spilling all the hot liquid on your barriers.

You were sweaty and panting, but Roman didn't give you a second to breathe and process the situation until he leaned over to you, still inside your core, and kissed your right breast, dropping one:

“Dinner at my place tomorrow?”

You laughed, still very airy, and agreed, overcome by tiredness.

“Okay, Godfrey.” Roman gave you another lunge of teasing, making your laugh mix with a groan.

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844 

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes. 

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door. 

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones. 

Suffice to say, the twins were very different. 

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb. 

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle. 

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips. 

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist. 

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression. 

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”. 

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4” 

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!” 

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work. 

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton. 

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen. 

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler. 

“That’s really good pat-” 

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun. 

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school” 

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands. 

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building. 

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job. 

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched. 

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded. 

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe. 

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work” 

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will. 

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director. 

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t  look marginally like a cave. 

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects. 

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before. 

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid” 

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding. 

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep. 

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was. 

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family. 

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree. 

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day. 

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up. 

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.