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dazzle-art · 11 months ago

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Ashe/M!Shez wip for day 1 of fe rarepair week because life got in the way before I could finish so take this and go 💙💜

700 words

Prompt: Snow

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Oh, snow.

Cold, glorious snow.

Painting the whole of Faerghus in beautiful white.

Tree tops, fields of flowers, the roofs of buildings.

Faerghus loved to snow all year round, but particularly, this was a truly beautiful late Ethereal moon.

Almost the end of the moon. It would be a new year quite soon the dawn of something brand new.

Ashe would have more to do at the start of the year, especially since he had been shirking his duties as of late.

But how could he help it? Special guests didn’t come around this often!

Even if they’ve been in Gaspard territory for quite a few moons now, lodging within his own manor.

But as as the new (ish) Lord, Ashe had an obligation to help his citizens and those in need.

Especially one that he served in war with.

War time, it is never pleasant. Painting the world in blood instead of sunlight, ripping life from flesh, tearing family from family, taking sons and daughters from fathers and mothers. A horrid time where soldiers are thrown at each other as “necessary sacrifices” for the “greater good”.

The death Ashe had seen just a few short years ago. It would live on with him forever, carved into his heart, etched in his mind, with him, always.

He would carry their names, carry their words, carry their breaths, always, with him, and until the very end.

Ashe was sure he would have lost his mind had it not been for the allies that had helped him along the way, friends he probably would not had met if life had gone differently when he was young.

But where was the use of dwelling on the ifs, the hows, the whats?

What was important was the here, and the now.

And the now?

Garreg Mach Founding Day.

Ashe hadn’t planned to do much. After all, he had only spent a few short weeks there years ago. But a certain violet haired man sleeping in one of the many rooms had urged that they should do something together.

Maybe a feast? Maybe a party?

Who knew?

Only Shez would.

And he was sure to keep Ashe waiting, sitting on the soft couch in his room, gazing out into the midmorning through the window, adoring the falling snow.

He remembered when snow fell like this, soft and careful. When a free moment was scarce, and had to be treasured. When worrying about what to do with your free time ate into it, devoured it whole. When war ran the people of the world ragged.

A large hilltop of snow, a single tree at the top of it. Running, leaving fresh prints behind in untouched white. Laughter from not just one, but two people.

“Come on!” Shez had called, gripping hard onto Ashe’s hand, his warmth seeping through Ashe’s gloves like sea water. “It’s just up here!”

“What is it you wanted to show me?” Ashe had gasped, trailing just behind his closest friend and ally. The man had come barreling into his tent just a few minutes beforehand, urging him outside at the beck of something beautiful to see. “Is it far?”

“It’s not much further now!” Shez had assured him, holding his free hand up to cover his eyes from the then-falling snow. “Look! That’s the hill!”

It was only one moment later when the pair came to a halt, causing Ashe to almost bowl over and fall into the snow. When he had situated himself he followed Shez’s gaze off into the forest.

“Whoa…”

Oh, the sight of it.

A clearing that they had once picnicked in, blanketed in perfectly untouched snow, undisturbed from people or wildlife, lacing the trees, freezing the river, laying of grass-blades, frosting the petals of flowers.

A sight that made Shez smile so brightly, bright enough to rival the reflections of pure white into is eyes.

“Let’s go make snow angels!” Shez laughed, taking a step forward, and bringing the silver-gray haired man with him. The snow was cold, frigid, freezing, but the warmth inside of him at the sight of his closest friend being so excited kept him warm.

How long ago was that now?

Too long.

#no beta we die like glenn fraldarius #razz writes #fe rarepair week #ship tag #ashe ubert #ashe duran #shez #m!shez #ashez #wipperoni

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banquetwriter · 9 months ago

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୨୧ distant love pt: 2 ୨୧

pairing: Rick Grimes ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ canon typical violence, Rick is low-key a cheater (not on reader tho), not beta read we die like Carl

summary: ʚ basically a filler chapter from the CDC to the prison post-Woodburyɞ

Words: 2002

An: hey babies I wrote this on my phone again 😔 also i haven’t seen the earlier seasons in a very long time so mb if it’s not exactly accurate 😔😔

Part 1 Part 3

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You and Rick had kept your distance most of the morning. Looking at Shane’s black eye. “Dad, are you hungover? Mom said you would be.” Carl asks as Rick sits down at the table. You let yourself stifle a giggle at the kids' antics. Rick being drunk last night would explain his forward-ness.

You followed the group after breakfast as Jenner explained what exactly was happening to everyone. Why would the dead rise?

You watched as the x-ray video’s corpse re-animated. God that was scary. What was scarier was Jenner locking the doors. You covered your mouth as tears streamed down your face. “Oh my god.” you whimpered out.

You were going to die. You of course found yourself turning to Rick. Who was holding his wife and child? Your heart sinks.

Of course, he would be with them. You were a sidepiece. Why would he protect you? Care for you? He made his choice. It was one that you're going to have to be ok with. Even if you weren't going to live very long.

That's when the doors opened and Rick screamed for everyone else to get their stuff. You ran as fast as you could to escape. Avoiding the shards of glass that spilled everywhere Rick threw the explosive at the glass.

Your eyes rest on Lori and Rick as they sit in the front of the camper. You weren't sure how you could have ever found a real relationship with him. You think back to Lori’s words. Trying to push the two of you together. Your heart burned for her.

How low was she that she wanted her husband to sleep with another woman? You suppose she felt guilty for her and Shane being together. This was a different thought, wasn't it? Rick said he loved you. You weren't sure how much of that you believed.

It was you who saw the way Rick was after Otis accidentally shot Carl. It was you who hugged him, feeling his arms search for a sign that his boy was still alive. It was Rick who begged you to stay with him.

You wanted to, you really did. But that would have been inappropriate and unfair to Carl. This could very well be his last night alive. He shouldn't be confused about why you were there.

You see the color leave his face as he donates more and more blood to his son. Trying to comfort his wife but his eyes linger on your figure unfaithfully. Your curves would comfort him. Your soft skin and happy smiles. That's what he fell for.

He wished this wasn't the way it was. He wished he had met you instead of Lori. Marrying the first girl he could. I mean he did love Lori. As the mother of his children, he would always hold a place for her. She just wasn't you, was she?

You on the other hand shoved your feelings down, deeper than the Mariana trench. Trying to help keep the camp outside on Hershel's Farm going. Doing menial tasks like laundry or cooking. Offering to clean any weapons the group needed youto.

Trying to comfort Lori at every turn, silently becoming almost like a best friend to her. Holding her shoulders as if to say you're sorry for screwing her husband.

You used to help go on runs with Glenn and Maggie until you found them shaking up in the convenience store. It was cute to see young love budding, but seeing them naked was not something you were down to see again.

It made you jealous to see them so in love. You wished you and Rick could be that way. But alas, that's not what life has in store for you. Love. What a joke. A nimbly fickle thing.

You kept a good amount of distance between you and Shane. Not daring to go near him. One night you sat around the campfire with lori and carol. It had been a long day of playing catch-up with chores since Lori had been helping Carl rehabilitate.

“Alright girls, I'm off to bed,” Carol says with a tight-lipped smile. You and Lori talked a little bit about Glenn and Maggie.

“Y/n?” she asks looking up at you. Her gaunt and skinny face looks more and more malnourished these days. “Mm?” you ask, looking at her. “I-I know how he looks at you.” her voice barely above a whisper. You lick your lips, shaking your head.

“Lori, stop,” you ask her. Pleading almost. “You can't keep doing this to yourself, he loves you-” You try to keep your voice down but your heart breaks. “Y/n I'm pregnant,” she says.

For a second your world stops. The fires crackles keeping you grounded. You opened your mouth, unable to say anything. The amount of possible words dying in your throat. “I want it to be Rick’s. I need it to be Rick's,” she says, tears spilling down her face.

Your hands slip up to your face covering it. You let out a low breath. This wasn't about you. This was about her. You think over and over again trying to calm down all the raging emotions going through you.

“Does anyone else know?” you ask slowly, she must be feeling a whirlwind of things none of which you were entitled to have an opinion on. “Glenn does, I needed him to go out n get the tests,” she whispers straightening out her shirt, raising her hand up to her mouth and biting her nails.

Lori is absolutely exhausted, and you know more than ever she should be resting. You stay silent noting that neither potential fathers know she is pregnant. “I don't know what I'm going to do, Glenn has been trying to take care of me.” She gives a pitiful smile.

Her face was tear-stained, the streaks illuminated by the fire. “Well you need prenatal care no doubt.” you said scooting closer to her, grabbing her hands. “I think telling everyone will be the best course of action, when…” you said, pulling her into a hug.

“When you're ready,” you mumble against her shoulder. She thanked you with a sad smile standing up. You didn't sleep well that night. Not that you ever did now. You thought about the women in the next tent over probably also not sleeping.

You thought about the baby that was currently draining her of her energy. You thought of Carl. Recovering from a gunshot wound at such a young age, probably confused and scared most of the time.

And of course you thought of the man also sleeping in that tent. The one that seemed to consume your every thought. You thought of him always. It was a shame. You wished you were Lori sometimes. Sleeping in his arms pregnant with a baby.

You physically shake your head to rid yourself of your selfish thoughts. You were scared of Shane, scared of your feelings for Rick, and scared for Lori.

You were scared of the way your heart wanted to leap out of your chest every time Rick tried to talk to you. The way his rough hands would touch the soft skin of your arms. “Rick…” you breathe out trying to shy away from the older man.

The way he would beg you to stay close to him, his hot breath tickling your neck at his closeness. “This isn't the right time Rick.” you would whisper, eyes flicking up to see his teary ones.

Dark almost permanent circles surrounded his eyes. You pull away from his grasp and run out of the Greene’s house. You stood by Daryl's side as you read him shitty books you found on runs trying to provide him an ounce of comfort as he recovers from the bullet wound that Andrea gave him.

And be would try and provide an ounce of that comfort to you as the barn full of walkers is discovered. Taking all of your willpower not to vomit at the smell. Turning away from the group. Allowing yourself a moment, just a moment of selfish comfort.

As Rick’s arms wrap around you. Breathing in his musky scent. The sounds of the guns firing off still ring in your head. “It's ok, you're going to be ok,” Rick mumbles in your ear. His hand clasped gently in the back of your neck.

As soon as the moment is here it's gone as you see Shane’s angry face peering at the both of you from a few feet away. Your face fills with embarrassment, you rip away from his embrace instead choosing to hug Carol who was sobbing over the loss of her daughter.

You spent the next few days in a constant state of dissasostivate numbness. Unable to feel anything other than fear. Seeing Rick and Shane keep a man locked up in the barn for fear of what he could do.

Even though your group was the one keeping him held, handcuffed, and bound. As soon as he goes missing it seems to bring you out of your state as Shane comes running with a broken nose claiming that the prisoner ran away.

You ran into the house with all the women. Fearing for what was next. Trying to hide in case he came back with his group. Seeing all the panic spread through the group as the barn is set on fire. The horde of walkers attacking your slice of peace.

You barely make it out with your lives. Reconnecting with your group on the highway with everyone. Once again seeing Rick’s eyes falling on you as he hugs you with his family. You turn away from him, finding comfort in Daryl's embrace.

You watched as Rick distended into madness and anger after killing Shane. Demanding that whatever he said went. This was not the man you fell in love with. This was not the human your body craved comfort from.

Revealing how his son had to be the one to put his best friend down after he turned into a walker. Which was bizzare you never took him for type to get bit or even scratched.

That's when Rick reveals the delicate information that you all carry the virus. A crucial piece of information that sends the group into a frenzy of anger. You felt very sick. How could he keep that from you? From the group?

It only went downhill from there. Rick and Lori are always fighting as she grows more and more pregnant. The sheriff was unable to hide his anger towards her. Constantly on the run, even once you find and fortify the prison, the Governor and all of his bullshit wreaks havoc on the group.

It's been 6 months since Woodbury fell, you had a big group. Full of amazing people. A decent farm and garden. Life was decent. Judith was a beautiful baby girl.

You sighed setting your pencil down in the crease of your sketchbook. You had picked it up on a run not too long ago, at first mostly making a few sketches and doodles to entertain Carl.

Although lately, you have been trying to work through your feelings through the pages of the book. Unfortunately, most of them were about Rick. You always observed him when he was working in the fields.

You could almost see the heat radiating off of him. His t-shirt is clinging to his sweaty body. To his strong sculpted muscles. Fuck. He was so hot.

It brought you back to those nights in the quarry. His rough hands gripped your soft flesh. Back arching as you slammed into him. Tongues slipping into each other's throats.

You lick your lips slightly admiring your drawing. It was of a man who looked suspiciously like Rick. His tired haunted face and sculpted body were barely covered. “Hey.” a southern voice took you away from your explicit drawing.

You look up to see the man in your drawing staring right back at you.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x original female character #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #the walking dead #the walking dead rick #distant love

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real-fire-emblem-takes · 2 months ago

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The fact that there are two characters named glen(n) and they both die is so funny to me.

I guess the name glen curses you to die for the development of your sibling.

I hope the next game we have a character named glennn, just to add to the repertoire of glens dying.

Also the no beta tag for fire emblem fics should be “no beta we die like glen and glenn”

#fave takes <3 #story takes #glen fire emblem #glenn fraldarius #fe #fire emblem #fe8 #fire emblem sacred stones #fire emblem three houses #fe16 #fe3h #fandom takes

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n--n · 1 year ago

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This!! Yeah Rodrigue isn’t coping great and that’s what makes him an interesting side character. He can’t connect to Felix the way he needs so he asks Byleth to look after him in AG. He genuinely means well but has a lot to work through, not to mention all the military lord stuff he’s doing to hold the Kingdom together off screen

The people who hate Rodrigue because of his response to Glenn's death have always been so confusing to me because imagine unironically being like:

Rodrigue: I want to believe that my son's horrific death wasn't for no reason

Folks: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TOMATO TOMATO

#RIP Glenn #side note I love when fic writers put ‘no beta we die like Glenn’#anyways Rodrigue was a great side character that served his narrative purpose and has interesting dynamics with the mains #You guys can like a flawed character I promise it doesn’t make you ontologically evil

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brightchrysaor · 2 months ago

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i'm not your highness

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Relationship: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Edelgard von Hresvelg

Characters: Edelgard von Hresvelg, Claude von Riegan, Hubert von Vestra, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Ferdinand von Aegir, Minor Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Edelgard Never Left Faerghus, Blue Lions Edelgard von Hresvelg, Letters, Arranged Marriage, POV Edelgard von Hresvelg, Codependency, Edelgard and Dimitri make each other worse, they have mafia vibes, Claude is watching with popcorn, Politics, Hubert von Vestra Needs a Hug, no beta we die like Glenn, Public Display of Affection, but used as a weapon

I'm not your highness a damsel left helpless by fright I am a lioness fierce as I walk through the night

—The Crane Wives, Show Your Fangs

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At the end of her first week as a student in the Blue Lions house, Edelgard has a series of very disconcerting conversations.

#it me #my fic #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimigard would make each other worse and that's the tea #they're a beautiful train wreck and we love to see it #fire emblem three houses

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nephililium · 2 months ago

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To See The Sun Smile (1753 words) by nephililium

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Ferdinand von Aegir/Hubert von Vestra

Characters: Ferdinand von Aegir, Hubert von Vestra, Edelgard von Hresvelg

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Established Relationship, Hubert von Vestra is Soft for Ferdinand von Aegir, Soft Ferdinand von Aegir, Fluff, no beta we die like Glenn

Summary:

While on a shopping trip, Helena finds a dress that would be absolutely perfect on her wife Fernanda.

#ferdibertweek #ferdibert #fire emblem three houses #ferdinand von aegir #hubert von vestra #fanfic #help idk what im doing #i wrote this instead of sleeping #idk about that title though #was either that or #ferdibertweek day 5 #might change title later

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we-die-like-x-tag-tournament · 11 months ago

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Thursday, Round 1, Poll 2

#glenn fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #uncle ben #ben parker #spiderman #polls

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sunshinepanic · 1 year ago

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Blood and Starlight - CH03

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Maybe drinking wasn't such a good idea. Waking up to a pissed off Daryl really wasn't in your plans.

Chapter Warning: Anxiety, Swearing, Angst

WC: 1,212

Note: Sorry this is taking so long. I have no excuses.

Nothing is beta read we die like men.

Series Masterlist - TWD Masterlist

Everyone at the prison was celebrating, what your not sure, maybe just the fact that you were all together and safe for once. Glenn and Rick had found a box of booze in the wardens office so everyone was sitting around drinking and socializing. Rick and Hershel are talking while Glenn and Maggie are cuddled up together seemingly in their own little world. Carl and Beth are playing with Judith and Daryl is with Carol in the corner talking quietly amongst themselves.

It's been a long time since you drank but celebrating what little you have now seems like a good reason. Your sitting on the stairs drinking from a bottle of tequila that I you snatched from the crate Rick and Glenn found, observing this little group that you’re starting to call your family. You look over and see a small smirk playing on Daryl's face from something Carol is saying. All of a sudden Beth brings Judith over to Daryl and she takes off to her cell. As you look back over to Daryl he is holding Judith feeding her a bottle and looking at her with a small smile on his face, it may just be one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.

As you sit and stare you can feel your throat constrict. This room feels to small and it's getting kind of hard to breathe. You grab your bottle and quickly make your way outside of the prison ignoring the ache you feel through your entire body.

It's pouring down rain outside and it's pitch black out but you don't mind. The rain helps you calm down. You sit down on the pavement outside and let the rain soak through your clothes as you drink from the bottle of tequila and stare out at the fence. You trace the swirls of your tattoo on my left thigh through your jeans and you can feel the itch to run under your skin.

Daryl POV

I was getting ready to go on a hunting trip and Rick thought it would be a good idea for me to take Y/N along with me. Normally I would protest but I think it would be good for her to get out of here for a little bit, problem is I can't seem to find her anywhere.

I found Maggie and Glenn up in the watch tower. " Hey have you guys seen Y/N anywhere?" I asked trying not to sound panicked. Maggie scrunched her eyebrows, "If anyone would know where Y/N is it would be you. You guys are practically joined at the hip." I scoff shaking my head. " That's not true." Maggie just gives me an are you serious look while Glenn chuckles behind his hand. " Any time we want to find you or Y/N we just look for one of you because the other is usually near there. You guys like orbit around each other or something, but I haven't seen her since last night."

Now I'm worried. Y/N doesn't seem to be anywhere in the prison. I make my way back out towards my bike hoping I might be able to track her if she did leave.

About a mile down the road I spot a tequila bottle dropped on the side of the road going off into the trees. I stash my bike inside the tree line and start following the small signs through the woods. As I approach a clearing in the trees I spot a cabin. Checking the perimeter it looks to be clear.

Making my way into the cabin I notice the clothes Y/N was wearing the night before strewn across the floor. As I enter the back room I find Y/N covered by a dingy sheet fast asleep. Taking a moment to be thankful she is alright I look her over taking in the sight of her tattooed arms and the tattoos on her right leg that is sticking out of the sheet. Shaking myself out of admiring the artwork on her body I kick the cot she's sleeping on.

Y/N POV

You woke with a start. Clutching your knife in one hand holding the sheet to your body with the other. Daryl dodged you swiping at him with the knife.

As you realized it was Daryl your adrenaline calmed and you caught your breath. "Jesus Christ Daryl! What the fuck are you doing?" He looked at you in disbelief. "Me!? What the hell are you doing out here in some random fucking cabin? You took off ain't no one know where the fuck you were! I thought you were dead!" Daryl yelled in his gruff voice.

You looked up at him from behind your hair seeing in his bright blue eyes how worried and angry he actually is. You bit your lower lip. Sighing you stood up and started walking out of the room. Daryl growled, "where in the hell do you think you're going?" You turned to look back at Daryl. "I need to be about ninety percent less naked in order for me to endure this conversation that I see no way for me to get out of, so I'm going to put my clothes back on and you can rip my head off once we get back to the prison." Daryl was fuming as he shoved past her making his way outside.

The trip back to the prison was excruciatingly quiet. The tension coming off of Daryl was so bad you couldn't even bring herself to enjoy being wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

Pulling up to the prison you made a beeline for your cell while Daryl got caught up telling Rick where he found you. Of course you didn't escape for long. Daryl pushed through the curtain to your cell. " You going to tell me what the fuck happened?" Huffing you turned to look at him. "Nothing I got drunk and went to get some air last night, and then I just had this urge to go outside the fence. I was going to come back." Scoffing Daryl threw his hands up, "So because you planned on coming back that's supposed to make it better?" You sighed. "I needed to get out okay? I rarely go out of the fence and I was starting to feel like a fucking caged animal. You can't tell me you don't know how that feels. I can tell you get antsy when you have been in here to long and no one questions it when you disappear for days at a time. I won't apologize for going but I will apologize for not telling someone where I was going. I didn't mean to worry you." Daryl growled "Whatever, fucking tell someone next time so I don't end up having to be your fucking babysitter I got better shit to do." Daryl grunted and made his way out of your cell. You yelled after him, "I never fucking asked you to come find me!" You got no response and collapsed into your bed. You could feel a familiar burning in Y/E/C eyes but you refused to cry. You hadn't cried since you lost your family and you damn sure weren’t going to cry over Daryl Dixon.

Tags: @cole22ann

#the walking dead #twd #twd daryl #amc the walking dead #amc twd #the walking dead fan fiction #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd fanfiction #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixion fanfiction #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #blood and starlight #niko writes #me #my writing #daryl dixon

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normally-o-a-k · 2 years ago

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Hey look a Fanficton

Jodie/Scam

Friends to lovers, multi chapter, hurt/comfort?, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this I’ve never written fic before lmao, spoilers kinda?

Chap 1/?

Rating: idk yet, Teen so far.

It had been a year. One year that felt like 40 , since every minute of it was spent worrying over a fight he couldn’t help with. He closed his eyes, putting aside a stack of paperwork (rulIng Hell had more paperwork involved then he had expected) and leaning back in his chair. The soft sound of a jingle bells rock cover becoming more and more audible through the window as the rest of the sounds on the room fade to nothing.

Hell had become better after things had changed. But thinking about how many things Glenn had changed with his appearance in his life just gave him a stomachache. In the end he and Morgan had separated. Her not wanting to join him in Hell had put a strain on things. He had loved her… but she didn’t seem to love him as he truly was. A sharp voice too close for comfort broke him from his thoughts.

“The king himself is sleeping on the job? Good thing it’s only me and not another slob!” Four arms crossed over Jodie’s paperwork as Scam leans into his space to laugh almost directly in his ear.

Jodie’s eyes snap open and he scrambles a bit, pushing Scam’s face out of his personal space. His red skin contrasting against Scam’s nearly opalescent purple toned face.

“Scam? I thought you were in Faerun? W- how did you even get here?”

Scam licks the center of Jodie’s palm, prompting him to quickly pull his hand back off his face. He then steps back and spreads his arms wide with all the grace of a circus ringmaster “I don’t mind spending a spell slot or two to come and see you!”

Jodie wipes his palm of on his pant leg and just sighs.

“The other Daddies sent me. I’m to be your company!” Seeing that maybe a bit more explanation was necessary he smiles and continues. “While they are on a very very important undercover mission, they sent me Scam Actually to help you!” He tips his fedora and bows slightly

“Oh… I’m…” babysitting. He wasn’t going to say it aloud but that’s what this was going to be right? Of course they couldn’t have Scam around if they were undercover. “I’m so glad to…. Get to spend this time with you…” he smiles. To his credit it wasn’t forced, he didn’t dislike Scam, and he certainly had more patience then some of the other Daddies, he just- there was so much work to be done. Jodie pinches the bridge of his nose, no, he’d been using the paperwork as a distraction anyway, to keep him from worrying.

“You look like shit friend, why don’t you put the brooding to an end, let your pal Scam help you out? Hmm? I’m actually a pretty good listener.” Quicker then Jodie had even processed Scam was in his space again, an arm, and then another arm draped over Jodie’s shoulder.

Jodie’s entire body stiffens at the sudden contact and then relaxes, it was nice to be offered a bit of comfort, something he’d been missing recently. “It’s just, I want to help, more actively… I worry about them all with the Doodler warping things up there…. It’s so dangerous and even Nicky-“ it wasn’t unusual for Nicky to take off to help fight.

All four of Scam’s hands were on Jodie now, massaging his shoulders gently at first. “You’ve been offering support in other ways, a second go at information from the dead is no joke”

Jodie, without thinking about it too much leans into the massage, Scams slightly too long fingers doing a better job at relaxing him then he would have ever guessed at.

“I haven’t really seen any of them in a year…” he was lonely and he knew it, but he hadn’t really put a voice to it till now. “That’s not really all of it either…I know that there’s a pretty clear truth to what happened and who I am but…”

Scam pauses for a moment not having expected Jodie to get as introspective as he was. Yes he’d invited it but he’d expected Jodie to be as cagey as Glenn about what was actually bothering him…and he hadn’t expected it to be something he also had been feeling.

“You don’t know who you are…”

“Yeah…I guess you kinda have that going on too…” now that Scam had stopped massaging his shoulders and there were four hands just awkwardly still in various states of holding him he starts to feel a bit embarrassed. He turns back a bit to look at Scam “How um…. How do you deal with it?”

Scam feels something unpleasant curl inside him at the reminder of his own personal identity crisis and he tries to bury it like usual, but there was something about the vulnerable way Jodie had looked back at him that kept it from working. “Well…Actually…” one of his hands tightens it’s grip on Jodie’s shoulder. “I’m fine! You just need to forget about it!” A grin spreads across his face and for the first time in his existence he felt sick about lying.

Jodie’s expression changes too quickly to register, the vulnerability he’d been showing hardens into something unreadable. “Yeah, well, not all of us are you” he stands and shrugs Scam’s hands off his shoulders, two black demonic wings stretching over them to cut off access. “Thanks for listening” he doesn’t make eye contact.

Scam swallows the unfamiliar feeling of regret and smiles “any time~”

Jodie sighs “do you have anywhere planned to stay? It’s pretty late… if you don’t I’ve got a spare room?”

“Oh? Staying as guest of the King? I can’t think of a better thing~” Scam pats Jodie on the back of his wing and loops one of his arms around Jodie’s “Don’t keep me waiting” he laughs a bit quieter than usual.

Jodie feeling a return to normalcy by Scam behaving as expected again just guides him out of the room and down the hall. “How long do you think they’ll be working undercover?”

“Hmm~ I’ll be staying a week at least! Or were you looking to get rid of me sooner?” He snakes an arm around Jodie’s waist.

“No one is trying to get rid of you Scam” well, that wasn’t true, the other Daddies had sent him here hadn’t they?…. And by the look on Scam’s face he knew it as well. “What I mean is you’re welcome here”

“You’re too good to me~” something in the way his voice tilted made it sound like the most sincere thing Scam Actually has ever said.

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