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lvnleah · 2 days ago

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sneaking around | no more secrets.

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warnings - 18+, contains a little smut!

April 17th | 26 weeks pregnant.

You and Kyra had been sneaking around for weeks now.

Ever since your trip to Australia, since the first kiss on the beach, something between you had shifted and neither of you had been able to leave it alone.

You shared stolen kisses when no one was looking, many lazy mornings tangled up in your or Kyra’s sheets, living in your own little bubble like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

This morning was no different.

You should have been up and getting ready for training, but instead, you were wrapped around each other in your bed, the sun slipping lazily through the curtains. Kyra’s fingers traced slow, thoughtless patterns over your bump, her face buried against your neck as you played with the ends of her messy hair.

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled, her lips brushing your skin.

“You said that fifteen minutes ago,” you whispered, even as you tilted your head to give her more space. “We need to get up, Ky. Beth will be coming in soon.”

Kyra just hummed and kissed a path up to your jaw, her hand tightening around your waist. She kissed you properly then, slow and deep, and you forgot, just for a second, about the real world waiting for you.

Eventually, you groaned and pulled away. “Training, Ky. We’re gonna get murdered if we’re late again.”

Kyra whined but rolled out of bed, helping you up without thinking, her hands always careful around your middle. “Why do we have to go.” She groaned.

“Erm, maybe because it’s our job?” You chuckled, standing in front of her as your arms slipped around her neck. “It’s only for a few hours.”

Her hands moved down to you lower back, the pair of you standing as close together as you could with your bump, “We could just stay home…have a lazy day.”

You sighed as she pecked your lips once again, “You really think Leah’s gonna look past us having a day off together? She’d know Kyra, she’s already suspicious about something going on between us.”

“Yeah but that’s only because she thinks everyone’s shagging,”

You laughed, burying your face in Kyra’s shoulder for a moment. “True. But if we both mysteriously call in sick the same day? She’ll never let it go.”

Kyra groaned dramatically and nuzzled her nose into your hair. “Fine. But after training, you’re mine for the rest of the day.”

You smiled against her skin. “Deal.”

You somehow managed to get yourselves moving, lazily throwing on some training gear before heading downstairs to grab a quick breakfast. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, half-asleep, while Kyra stood behind you, her arms wrapped loosely around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you nibbled on a piece of toast.

She began to plant kisses up your shoulder until she eventually reached your neck and then she began to pepper small kisses along your jawline.

“Kyra,” you laughed as she hit a ticklish spot before spinning you around to face her, “Ky, stop Beth will be back from her walk soon.”

“I…” she smirked as she pecked your lips, “don’t…” another kiss, “care…” and another kiss which lasted longer this time.

The two of you melted into each other, everything for a moment was forgotten. Kyra’s hands slid under the hem of your hoodie, pulling you a little bit closer. It was too easy with her, she made you forget the entire world existed outside the two of you.

The slam of the front door had you jumping apart like teenagers caught by a parent.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

Kyra stepped back quickly, trying and failing to look innocent as you wiped at your mouth, your cheeks burning. You could feel the panic radiating off her as Beth strolled into the kitchen. Myle ran over to you both as Beth unclipped her lead.

Kyra let out a tiny, strangled noise, somewhere between a cough and a squeak, and practically jumped back from you like she’d been electrocuted.

“I–I’m just gonna…uh…grab my boots,” she mumbled, walking out of the kitchen at a record speed.

Beth watched her go with a wicked little smile before turning her attention fully to you.

You stood frozen, half a piece of toast still hanging awkwardly from your hand, cheeks burning.

“Close friends, huh?” she smirked. “Because that definitely looked like you two were just kissing.”

“She stayed the night, didn’t she?” Beth teased, pouring out a glass of apple juice before sitting at the kitchen counter.

“She stayed to make sure I slept, that’s all,” you said, way too quickly.

Beth laughed, not buying it for a second.

“Oh yeah, bet she was very helpful with that,” she teased, waggling her eyebrows.

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. “Please stop.”

“Hey, I’m not judging! It’s cute. Makes me want to throw up a bit, but it’s cute.”

You peeked at her through your fingers and saw her smirking like the devil.

“Beth.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute together!”

You peeked up at her through your fingers. “You’re gonna tell Leah, aren’t you?” you mumbled.

Beth’s grin turned downright evil. “Oh no, I wanna see how long Kyra can last sneaking around.”

“We’re not even anything yet…” you mumbled once again into your hands. “We stupidly kissed once in Australia and well…”

“You haven’t stopped since then?” Beth smirked, finishing your sentence for you. “Oh how it just feels like yesterday me and Viv were sneaking around!”

You let out another groan just as Kyra reappeared, looking suspiciously like she’d been giving herself a pep talk in the hallway.

Beth winked at you both, “Come on, lovebirds. If we’re late, Leah’s wrath is on you and not even your pregnant ass is gonna save you.”

The drive to training with Beth was normal, at least it looked that way from the outside. You sat in the passenger seat like any other teammate getting a lift, trying to keep your cool. But Beth’s raised brow every time she caught you checking your phone or smiling at a text from Kyra? Not helpful.

You pulled into the lot at the training ground and Beth hopped out, already yelling something about someone owing her a coffee. But you lingered.

Kyra had driven herself, parking just a few spots away. And when she stepped out of her car, her eyes immediately found yours. One look was all it took and before you knew it you were standing together, pecking each other's lips.

It was stupid and reckless and a little bit addictive. Kyra grinned as she cupped your jaw and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Quick one,” she whispered, leaning in again. “For luck.”

You kissed her back, just as quick, even though you both knew “quick” was a lie. Her hand splayed gently across your bump and her thumb brushed back and forth like she couldn’t stop touching you.

Then Beth’s voice carried across the car park. “You two coming or should I book you the honeymoon suite?”

Kyra jumped, stumbling backwards into a random car. You bit back a laugh as you followed her out a moment later, cheeks warm.

The moment you and Kyra walked through the doors of the training ground, definitely not as far apart as you should have been, you were met with a chorus of voices and a few very smug looks.

Katie was already stretching with Caitlin near the benches, and she didn’t even try to hide the way her eyes swept over the both of you. “Oh, look who magically arrived at the same time,” she sang.

Vic tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing. “Weren’t you driving in separately?”

Steph didn’t even look up from retaping her wrist. “They were. Until they weren’t.”

Kyra tried to play it cool, shrugging. “Coincidence.”

You nodded far too enthusiastically. “We just parked near each other.”

“Uh-huh.” Caitlin exchanged a grin with Katie. “And you just happened to be standing suspiciously close to each other in the car park?”

“Just chatting!” Kyra said a little too fast, throwing her hands up. “People chat!”

Leah raised an eyebrow but let it go, muttering something suspiciously like “you’re all weird today” as she turned away.

When the team finally headed out onto the pitch, you hung back as planned, heading into the gym for some light work. You were 26 weeks pregnant which meant no full training sessions for you, just strength and mobility. Honestly, you were grateful. It gave you a moment to breathe.

Ten minutes later, just as you were adjusting the settings on the treadmill, you heard the door open.

You turned, and there was Kyra.

She glanced over her shoulder like she was checking for witnesses before darting across the gym and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Forgot my water,” she whispered.

You grinned. “Oh really?”

She kissed you again, this time on the lips, a little slower. “Definitely...”

She hummed against your lips. “I should forget it more often.”

But you pulled back, whispering, “We’re gonna get caught.”

Kyra shrugged innocently. “Only if we’re not quick.”

You groaned softly but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re dangerous.”

“Flattered.” She gave your bump a gentle rub before backing away. “I’ll see you later.”

As the door swung shut behind her, you leaned back against the treadmill and took a moment to steady yourself. You were sure your cheeks were permanently flushed these days from pregnancy, hormones, or Kyra, it was anyone’s guess.

You eventually got into your routine. Some gentle stretches, a bit of resistance band work and working on your pelvic floor. You had your headphones in but weren’t playing anything, just using them as a universal “do not disturb” signal.

By the time the session outside wrapped up, you were sitting on a yoga mat, gently stretching your legs out in front of you. The door burst open again, loudly this time, and the full team started filing in, all red-cheeked and sweaty from the pitch.

Kyra was among the first through the door, complaining to Kim about something. She barely looked up as she passed, muttering a distracted “Alright?” before dropping onto the floor beside the weights bench to start stretching.

Beth and Katie wandered in next, still mid-argument over whether or not Katie had deliberately taken Mariona out during a drill.

“I barely touched her!”

“You flattened her like a pancake!”

“It was tactical!”

“Tactical murder maybe,” Caitlin called as she trailed in behind them.

Kyra was sprawled out beside you on a mat, lazily stretching her hamstrings. You were sitting with your legs out in front of you, gently rolling your ankles and leaning back on your hands, hoodie pulled up just enough to let your bump breathe.

“She moving around much today?” Kyra asked casually, glancing at your stomach.

You shrugged, brushing your hand over it. “She was quiet earlier, but she’s been wriggling a bit since I sat down.”

Kyra gave a thoughtful little nod, then suddenly perked up. “Hang on.”

She sat up straighter, unlocked her phone again, and started scrolling through her music.

You eyed her suspiciously, “What are you doing?”

“She’s gotta learn early,” Kyra grinned, already tapping the speaker on. “Test her loyalty.”

The opening chords of North London Forever started playing quietly, and your eyebrows shot up.

“Oh my god, Kyra.”

Kyra ignored you completely and grinned like a madwoman, crawling over until she was right next to you. She gently lifted the hem of your hoodie a little more and placed her phone, speaker facing in, beside your bump like she was performing some kind of sacred ritual.

“She’s not even born yet.”

“She’s still a gooner,” Kyra said seriously. “This is cultural education.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but then you felt a little thump.

And another.

You sucked in a breath, hand shooting to your bump. Kyra froze beside you.

“Wait… was that—”

“She kicked.” You blinked. “I can’t believe she actually just kicked because you played nor—”

Kyra’s face lit up like she’d won the league. “YES!”

“What’s going on?” Katie called from a few feet away.

“She kicked!” Kyra shouted, grinning wildly. “Right on the chorus!”

Caitlin scrambled up and jogged over, closely followed by Katie, Beth, and a few of the others. Suddenly there was a small crowd around you, everyone peering down at your bump with wide, excited eyes.

“Do it again!” Caitlin said, eyes bright.

“She’s not a circus act,” you laughed, cheeks flushed.

“Just one more time,” Kyra said, already rewinding the track and holding her phone gently back against your stomach. “Come on, baby Gooner. Do it again for us.”

The chorus came back around and, right on cue, a soft kick.

And then a real, solid, proper kick.

You laughed in disbelief. “Okay, what the hell my child is brain washed.”

“She knows her stuff!” Beth grinned, crouching beside you to place her hand over your bump.

“She’s already a better fan than Kyra,” Katie added with a smirk.

“Hey that scarf was one time!” Kyra huffed, standing next to Katie.

“She’s gonna be singing that in no time,” Caitlin said with a grin.

“She’ll be swearing at refs by three,” Katie added.

“Oi!” you laughed.

Leah nudged your shoulder. “You’re raising a proper little Gooner.”

You smiled and nodded, laying a hand protectively over the bump. Your teammates played around for a little longer trying to get the baby to kick before all going to take showers and get ready to head home.

You soon followed after them, taking a shower yourself and packing your own things up. You were tugging on your hoodie, carefully pulling it down over your bump as Kyra sat on the bench beside you, bent over and tying her shoelaces.

Beth dropped down onto the bench opposite, bag slung over her shoulders, hair still wet from her shower.

“You coming home with me?” she asked, glancing between you and Kyra like she already knew the answer. “Steph’s cooking, and apparently she bought three different kinds of pasta and no actual sauce, so that should be entertaining.”

“Actually,” you said, voice casual, “I’m going back to Kyra’s.”

Beth raised an eyebrow. “Again?”

You nodded. “Yeah. We, erm… we’re having a movie night together.”

Beth smirked. “Mmm. So you’re basically moved in then?”

“No,” you said quickly. “It’s not like that.”

“She has a drawer,” Kyra mumbled, failing completely to hide the grin on her lips.

“Kyra!” you warned, your eyes wide.

Beth choked on her laugh. “She has a drawer?!”

“Oh fuck sake! It’s one drawer!”

“Uh-huh,” Beth said, grinning. “And how many nights this week?”

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. “You’re impossible.”

Beth laughed. “Look, I’m not judging, kid. If it makes you feel better, I think it’s kind of cute. Sickeningly cute, but still.”

Kyra bumped your shoulder gently. “Told you she wouldn’t mind.”

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, peeking out from behind your hands. “She’s gonna tell Leah now.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” Beth said with no shame. “But only because I want to see Kyra spiral.”

Kyra gasped. “That’s so mean! I’m the best at keeping secrets.”

“Sure,” Beth shrugged. “I give it two more days before one of you breaks and lets it slip.”

You and Kyra exchanged a glance, your smiles soft and full of something neither of you had quite said out loud yet.

Beth caught it and rolled her eyes. “Gross. Alright, lovebirds. Go play house. I’ll enjoy the pasta disaster alone and hope Steph doesn’t kill me!”

You stood up slowly, Kyra rising beside you to help with your bag like she always did. As you both made your way to the door, Beth called after you.

“Hey!”

You turned.

“Drawer or not, if she doesn’t bring you back glowing and fed, I’m kidnapping you back to mine.”

You smiled over your shoulder. “Deal.”

The drive to Kyra’s flat wasn’t long. You kicked off your shoes as soon as you stepped inside, sighing in relief as Kyra took your bag and set it by the door. Her flat was cozy and quiet, the kind of space that always felt like it existed in its own little world.

“You okay?” she asked softly, her hand already settling on your lower back in that gentle way she always touched you now, like she couldn’t help it, like she needed to touch you at all times.

You nodded, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Better now.”

Her smile tugged at the corners of her lips, “You want food first? Or cuddles?”

You gave her a look. “Mmmm…I think cuddles first.”

Kyra grinned, took your hand, and led you to the couch.

You curled into her immediately, her arm around your back, your head tucked against her chest. She pulled the blanket from the armrest over you both without a word, her fingers trailing absently up and down your spine.

For a while, it was quiet. The hum of the heating, the distant sound of traffic outside, the steady rhythm of Kyra’s breathing beneath your cheek.

Then she tilted her head down, brushing her lips against your forehead. “You’re glowing, you know.”

You laughed quietly. “Pregnancy hormones.”

“No,” she whispered, her fingers brushing your jaw. “It’s you.”

You looked up at her, eyes meeting hers and something shifted.

Your hands moved first, tracing up her sides as you shifted carefully, easing yourself into her lap. Kyra’s breath hitched, her hands automatically bracing your hips as you settled above her, straddling her carefully, your small bump creating a gap between you.

Her eyes searched yours like she was checking a thousand times if you were sure.

And you were.

You kissed her, slow and deep and certain. Her hands gripped your thighs, fingertips pressing in just enough to remind you she was still trying not to lose control. But you didn’t want her to hold back.

Your fingers slid into her hair, tugging gently as your lips parted for hers again. You rolled your hips against hers as the kiss deepened.

She pulled back slightly, “Tell me what you need,” she whispered.

You smiled, breathless and aching in a way that wasn’t just physical. “Just you. Kyra please…please just t-touch me.”

Kyra’s breath caught as she nodded, brushing her thumb gently across your cheek. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”

She kissed you once more, soft and lingering, before slipping her arms around you and rising, holding you close as she guided you toward the bedroom.

She helped you undress, leaving you in just your underwear before undressing herself. She paused at the edge of the bed, her hands finding your hips. “Lie back for me?” she asked, voice soft.

You nodded, cheeks warm, and eased yourself down onto the mattress. She watched every movement carefully, her eyes soft and attentive. Then, gently, she knelt beside you and reached for a pillow, lifting your hips and sliding it beneath you.

You blinked at her, “Kyra…”

“It helps, baby,” she said quietly, brushing her fingers across your bump and then lower, her gaze flicking back to yours. “Takes the pressure off your back. I read about it.”

Your chest ached in the best way. “You’ve been reading?”

She gave a small, shy smile. “Of course I have. I want to take care of you, babe.”

“Do you want this?” Kyra added.

“Yes Kyra,” you moaned, scooping her hair up into a makeshift ponytail as she slipped between your legs, “Please just fuck me.”

She smirked before placing a kiss on your lips before working her way down your jaw, neck and eventually your breasts. Her hand palmed at them as she placed gentle kisses all around. She whispered sweet words between the kisses.

Kyra tutted, “Such a needy girl,” she whispered, slipping her hand in your underwear. Your breath hitched as she flicked her thumb over your clit, “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

She began to rub gentle circles over your clit, strings of pleads and moans slipping from your mouth. She parted your legs and slipped between them, you whined at the loss of contact on your clit as she pulled your bottoms and underwear down your legs and threw them somewhere across the room to later be found.

Kyra’s soft lips placed gentle kisses against up and down your thighs, each time she edged closer and closer to your throbbing clit. You ran your hand through her hair, scooping it up once again into a ponytail.

Arching your back, moans continued to slip from your mouth, “Kyra please do something, I’m begging you!”

A whine slipped from your mouth as Kyra blew cool air onto your swollen clit before taking it into her mouth. With her arm wrapped over your hips, she began to suck and run her tongue over your clit. Your moans became louder and louder as Kyra worked her tongue on your clit.

“K-Kyra, oh fuck!” You gripped onto her hair, lightly pulling at it, “I’m so c-close, fuck. Baby, I-I’m so close.”

Just as you came close to cumming, Kyra detached her mouth from your sensitive bud. A laugh escaped her, “Not cuming that quickly, baby.”

Your breath hitched once again and your body squirmed as Kyra ran her finger through your drenched folds. With no warning, her mouth latched back onto your pussy. Your hips began to slowly grind against her face as she switched between sucking and flicking her tongue against your clit.

A gasp left your mouth as Kyra slipped two fingers into your entrance, she sucked at your clit while her fingers slipped in and out. Strings of moans continued to leave your mouth as you pulled Kyra’s head closer to your pussy, begging for more. Her fingers hit all the right places, edging you closer and closer.

“Kyra fuck,” your legs wrapped around Kyra’s head, gripping her in place, “Fuck, yes! Right there.” You moaned as Kyra hit your sweet spot.

“Cum for me baby.” Kyra mumbled against your skin. “I love hearing those pretty moans of yours.”

Your legs began to shake, your muscles tightened and an overwhelming sensation overcame you as you reached your high. You clenched around Kyra’s fingers before spilling your juices all over her fingers.

She continued to explore you carefully, tracing over every curve and stretch of skin like you were something holy. She kissed the tears that had gathered at the corners of your eyes and whispered how proud she was of you, how beautiful you were, how much she loved you, even if she hadn’t said those words yet.

Later, you were curled into her chest, and the room had gone quiet again. The only sounds were the soft hum of the radiator and the steady rhythm of Kyra’s breathing beneath your ear.

Your fingers traced absent shapes on her skin, your body still warm from the afterglow, but your mind slowly catching up—tugging at the part of you that had stayed guarded, even now.

“Kyra?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper.

She hummed, eyes closed, her hand still stroking gentle circles over your hip. “Mm?”

You hesitated, pressing your cheek more firmly against her chest like it would give you courage. “What are we?”

Kyra stilled.

You felt the silence settle between you, your own breath suddenly too loud. You pulled back slightly so you could see her face. “I’m not trying to ruin anything, I just… I need to know. What this is. What we are.”

Her brows furrowed, confusion softening into something more tender. “You’re mine,” she said, voice soft. “At least, I hope you are.”

You bit your lip, your heart thudding. “I just… I can’t mess around, Kyra. Not with this. Not when I’ve got her to think about.”

Your hand dropped to your small bump, and Kyra’s followed without hesitation, resting over yours protectively.

“I know that,” she said, eyes locked on yours now, serious and steady. “And I’d never treat this like a game. Or you.”

You swallowed. “So what are we doing?”

Kyra took a breath like she needed to center herself. “I want to be with you. Fully. Properly. I want to be in your life. And if you’ll let me, I want to be in hers too.”

You blinked, throat tightening. “You mean that?”

She nodded, voice trembling slightly now. “I know she’s not here yet but she already matters to me. You both do.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes. You sat up a little more, brushing your fingers over her collarbone. “It’s not just dating, Kyra. If you’re in, you’re in. She’s everything to me. I won’t have people coming and going. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, instantly. “I want to be there for the sleepless nights and the first steps and the tantrums and everything in between. I know I haven’t said it yet, but…”

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers shaking just a little. “I’m already in love with you. And I think I started falling the second you trusted me enough to let me close.”

Your breath caught.

And for once, the words didn’t scare you. They made you feel steady. Like maybe this wasn’t so terrifying after all.

You leaned down, pressing your forehead to hers. “Okay,” you whispered. “Then I’m yours. And she is too, if you want her.”

Kyra blinked back tears, nodding. “I do. I really do.”

You kissed her then, not slow or rushed, but soft and certain. Like something new beginning.

Something real.

#lvnleah #woso x reader #awfc x reader #no more secrets universe #nms: hayden daniels #nms: hayden & kyra

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pastafossa · 2 days ago

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Heat Wave (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, SFW)

Had this one sitting in my docs folder for a while, decided to edit it and finally drop it in honor of the hot summer.

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Wordcount: 2k

Warnings for this fic: SFW, no use of y/n, lots of descriptions about how hot it is but it's fine cause Matt still thinks you smell nice, Reader is AFAB, Matt is a brat

Fic Summary: Just a short, humourish drabble-ish bit about you and Matt dealing with the heat as I try to get back into writing.

Or: in which Matt is still somehow cuddly in triple-digit weather.

You were going to kill someone.

Matt would claim you were exaggerating, but you knew the truth. These were living conditions meant for lizards, not mammals, and when mammals—one particular flavor of mammal, especially—were forced out of their proper biome, murder wasn’t out of the question. You were pretty sure that was how it worked, anyway, according to Genesis. It was hard to remember when your brain was sizzling inside your skull like a wad of bacon.

One-hundred-and-fucking-six degrees.

You could have dealt with it if it had been a bit drier. Really. But during New York summers, the only thing more reliable than the honking of horns was the humidity, which had sent the index soaring up into the category of absolute hellscape. The rickety old air conditioning unit in the apartment had done alright until the heat index had hit triple digits. Then it had coughed, sputtered, and settled for, ‘Sure, you’re still a sweaty puddle of melting meat juice, but the outside is worse if you think about it, right?’ The A.C. at Nelson and Murdock had waved the white flag even sooner than that, to the point they’d closed the office four days ago and reverted to working from home. Matt hadn’t even bothered to go out as the Devil the past two nights, not when the very act of putting on the suit had become dangerous.

Not that there was anyone out there for Matt to fight right now. Apparently even the criminals had a temperature limit. Turns out the real secret to stopping crime wasn’t a Devil suit, but instead just cranking up the setting on the giant ball of fire in the sky until the very act of crime meant you might wind up with a chance to meet the real Devil first hand.

The fact that you were living in Hell’s Kitchen had never felt more accurate.

Matt, ever the practical masochist, was out in the bad air doing… something. Errands, you vaguely remembered, since it was after dark and thus moderately less like a pot of boiling soup outside. You didn’t much care, though. You were currently in the bedroom sprawled out on the floor where it was just a touch cooler, a few thin sheets and a pillow thrown down for padding. You’d stripped down to your underwear, five different fans whirring away around you in an attempt to stir the stagnant, sticky air in the room. If you were lucky, they’d help you retain the brief snatch of heavenly cold your body had greedily absorbed sitting in the shower for the past hour. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better, and at this point you’d take it. And as much as you loved Matt, it was far more pleasant without him here. That man was a furnace and the heat had only reduced his cuddling needs by about forty percent. On top of that, if he knew you’d cooled your body, he’d want in.

The bedroom door slowly rolled open with an ominous…

…squeak.

You blearily turned your head.

Matt had already stripped out of his shirt, his body so soaked in sweat he almost seemed to shine. On a good day you’d have compared him and his damp, pale skin to a beautiful marble sculpture, to classical paintings of gorgeous Greek Gods emerging from frothing rivers. Now, however, all you could think of was a hot dog pulled straight from the hot, cloudy water at that one food cart you didn’t really trust:

Shiny.

Questionably wet.

And not something you particularly wanted laying on top of you in triple digit weather.

Matt blinked innocently at you as he slowly shucked his shorts—shorts you hadn’t even realized he owned until this heat wave. It left him in nothing but damp boxers still clinging to his thick thighs. His intent was clear.

“Shoo,” you croaked. “My cold body. Go away. Go sit in the shower like I did.”

“Everyone else had the same idea. The water pressure’s too low now.” He took a creeping step, and then another, bit by bit making his way around the bed towards you like an overheated panther. “Share it with me. I want it.”

“Come back when it’s ten degrees cooler.”

“I love you,” he sighed sadly, aiming those big, dark, mournful eyes in your general direction as he rounded the bed. Foggy called it Matt’s ‘abandoned kitten in the rain’ look. It was far more effective on you than you’d ever admit to, and on a colder day, it would have worked. But you were quickly reminded of Matt’s true goal when a droplet of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eyes. He blinked it away with a grunt, nose scrunching like a cat’s as he paused just long enough to wipe it away. Then he was back at it. He sank smoothly to his knees, crawling menacingly towards you across the floor on all fours. “I love you so, so much. Let me hold you, sweetheart. I need you.”

“Fuck off, you goddamn cold thief.” You kicked lethargically at him with one leg the moment he was in range, dodging his grip when he snatched at your ankle. You quickly shifted to your backup plan, which was mostly just rolling like an overcooked rotisserie chicken to the far side of the small cloth nest on the floor. But even after an hour in a cold shower, you still wound up partially stuck to the sheets where sweat had pooled against your lower back, bringing half the fabric with you, making you groan. “Do some Devil meditation to cool down.”

He’d made it fully onto the blankets now, inching towards you, that familiar predatory hunger radiating from every inch of him. He slowly tilted his head, honing in on you, on the exact positioning of his body. Then he flashed you a grin. “This is faster.”

“I’m not your cold pack—”

“You’re about to be,” he purred.

Before you could blink he’d flung himself across the blankets, twining himself around you, trapping you in his sticky grip. You squirmed and rocked weakly in an attempt to escape, a flopping wet fish caught in the clutches of your beloved cuddle octopus, but it was no use, and fighting him off would only heat you up further. You let out a miserable groan, sagging against the floor, and the sound was almost lost beneath his equally loud moan of relief.

The struggle clearly over, he made his final move, throwing one of his fuzzy, muscular legs over your waist and dragging you back in tighter against him, shoving his hips up against your ass without so much as a, ‘you want some dinner first?’ Just like that you were trapped against a mountain of sweaty, burning Devil. His contented, admittedly-mildly-heat-exhausted little purr into your hair was only matched by your grumble of irritation as his body eagerly began to drain you of every last drop of cold you’d managed to suck up in the shower.

“Why?” you moaned, his sticky, wet skin sliding against yours with every breath, the sweat already pooling between you. You felt like you were trapped against a slip-n-slide. “Why, Matthew?”

“You don’t want me to get heat stroke do you?” he mumbled sadly, though he wasn’t sad enough not to rub his great, big, obnoxious, sweaty head against your damp hair. There must have been some cold left up there, too. “Who will keep you warm in the winter? As if you don’t do this to me when you’re cold. Fair’s fair.”

“The pot is uncomfortable being called the fuck out by the kettle,” you muttered, reluctantly lifting one arm so he could more easily wrap himself around you. Which he did, with no small amount of pleasure. “This sucks, and I hate it.”

“There is one upside though.”

“What’s that?”

He dragged his head sleepily down to your neck and faceplanted against your damp skin without any hesitation, taking a few long, drunken inhales. When he spoke again, his voice had grown just a little slurred, glutted and thick. “You smell amazing, sweetheart.”

“No, I smell like I’m a bag of meat that’s marinating,” you said grimly. “Because that’s what I am right now thanks to this heatwave. I am God’s sentient bag of marinating meat.” “Mm, but the bag smells good at least.” Matt rubbed his cheek fondly against your slick shoulder, no doubt luxuriating in all the pheromones bogged down in the sweat clinging to your skin. “We can marinate together.”

Who said romance was dead?

“As flattering as it is that you’re not turned off by how I smell soaked in my own sweat,” you told him tiredly, though not unkindly, “I regret to inform you that Club Vagina is closed until the air stops trying to kill us.” “Fair. Just thought you should know how good you smell.” He yawned, adjusting himself against you. You grimaced when your skin and his stuck together awkwardly for a moment before sliding slickly against each other, only to seemingly glue itself back together a moment later when he settled.

Once he was cooled off, you were absolutely leaving him on this side of the floor nest and making an escape for the other side. Hell, you might be able to talk him into giving you a good six inches of space if you could convince him that a single pinky toe touching qualified as cuddling in spirit, if not in form.

That he still wanted to cuddle at all was the bigger mystery.

“What I really want to know is how you aren’t dying right now.” You furrowed your brow. “You’re tolerating this and the heat a lot better than I thought you would.”

“Let me put it this way.” He tapped one finger against you almost playfully. “Ninety degrees in the suit feels roughly equal to triple digits when not wearing it. At least this way the sweat has somewhere to go. Some nights I’m surprised I don’t make sloshing sounds when I move.”

Your brain unhelpfully offered up an idea of what that might sound like: a wet squish caught somewhere between the splashing of water in a bucket and the muffled squeak of a water balloon when you squeezed it in your hand.

You really wished your brain was a little less imaginative. Or specific.

“Oh god.”

“Mhm. Now you know why I sometimes avoid you until I shower after patrol in the summer.”

“That is very much appreciated. Speaking of showers, I could already use another one, but that’s not doable until the water pressure’s back.” You blew out a breath, staring at the wall, the only shield between both of you and the tacky, carnival taffy-thick humidity desperate to find a way in. One of the fans sputtered as if in sympathy, though that likely had more to do with the way it had been running almost non-stop for twelve hours. For all you knew, this was the fan threatening a lawsuit over unpaid overtime. “Until then we just survive. Or evolve into lizards.”

“I choose survival. Might be hard to keep the streets safe if I was a lizard.”

“Unless you were a really big, scary one. A Komodo Devil.” You groaned, flopping your head back against his shoulder. “Then you could chase people off before they take all the ice cream at the store. I don’t suppose you found some?”

“I could only find a box of popsicles.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Except they melted on the way home. So fruit-flavored, room-temperature water in a tube is the best I can offer until they solidify in the freezer again.”

Fuck.

This wasn’t fair. You bet Turk had ice cream. Somehow. Why couldn’t you have some of that

Actually…

“I don’t suppose,” you said innocently, “I could talk you into stealing an air conditioning unit, and maybe some ice cream, from a bad guy?”

Matt was quiet for a long, thoughtful, Catholic moment as he presumably considered the sin of thievery, especially if that thievery involving taking something from a very, very bad person who surely didn’t deserve the cold air and sweet, sweet relief of ice cream as much as you, the love of his life, did.

You pointedly leaned forward, your wet, sweaty body peeling away from him like the hands of a kindergartner who’d coated his palms in Elmer’s glue.

That did it. “The second I’ve drained all the cold from your body, I’m willing to discuss it.”

“Excellent.”

#matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #matt murdock #reader #x reader #f!reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil x f!reader #fic #fanfic #heat wave #fluff #humor #sfw

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misctf · 2 days ago

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I’ve always been chill with the fact that my good friend Alex is gay, but I don’t know I’ve never really understood that whole lifestyle ya know? Either way, Alex is chill, pretty funny, and honestly rather straight-passing so we hang out pretty frequently. Recently, Alex told me about this new weed he scored from his cousin, all I need to say yes. He warned that it’s pretty strong and has “some interesting effects”? Whatever that means. I didn’t care, I was always down to smoke with my best bro.

Alex and you had been friends for years now. Through thick and thin. Break-ups, parties, deep conversations overnight, and triumphs on the field. He was a brother to you and you appreciated his company and friendship. So when he came out as gay, you couldn't give two shits. You'd even offered to be his wingman and showed him all the support you could. But there were certainly bumps. You'd talk about your most recent hook-ups with some chick and he'd try to talk about some guy he met on Grindr. Whether you intended to make it obvious or not, he was able to pick up on the subtle cues that you weren't exactly comfortable with the topic. Your promise to be his wingman? You left the gay bar barely thirty minutes after arriving. And the night he tried to explain bottoming... that was way too much for your heteronormative mindset to begin to want to understand. So as the months passed, you found that Alex wasn't really sharing all too much about his personal life. Part of you was relieved- you much rather preferred your straight-acting friend to be straight-acting. Another part felt that the closeness of your bond was irretrievably broken.

"Dude, I scored some weed from my cousin." You read over the text and grinned. Alex's cousin always scored the best shit, "You down to try? I should warn, it has some interesting effects. Hope you're not gonna pussy out."

Interesting effects? Pussy out? You had a few questions. What did he mean by interesting effects? And since when did Alex use language like "pussy out?" Maybe it had something to do with the interesting effects Alex mentioned? Lowered his inhibitions a bit? Expanded his vocab? You chuckle and pushed the thoughts aside- did it matter after all? You just wanted to hang out with your best bro.

"Count me in."

You quickly head over to his place, a feeling of excitement building in you. When you think about it, its been a bit since you've smoked together. Usually, you'd play videogames after and have some deep conversations about life. But as you drive to his place, something feels off. Alex didn't live on this side of town? Did he? And when you park outside a dingy apartment complex, more questions arise. Since when did he live next to a gym? Since when did he live here? The place looked rundown, yet you shake your head and chuckle to yourself. Alex always lived here- how could you forget? You quickly walk up the stairs and knock on his door.

"Come in, doors unlocked."

The booming voice on the other side of the door beckons you and you pause. That didn't sound like Alex. His voice was never that deep... that masculine... Again, you shake your head. No... no that was Alex. His voice was always like that- one that would turn heads, that commanded a room. That would echo when he'd win a match of Call of Duty. Yeah... that was Alex...

"Fuck yeah, bruh. Glad you made it."

You enter Alex's apartment and are immediately hit with the stench of days old gym clothes, overcooked ground beef, weed, and trash that really needed to be taken out.

"Bro... Alex, it reeks in here." You cough, "Wh..."

You want to ask him how this happened, what was happening, but your brain paused. Nothing's changed, duh. This was Alex's apartment as it always was. There was a TV, some work-out equipment, and a dirty mattress... no decorations, no desk with his office work- just as always, right? And on that mattress...

"Alex?"

"What's up, brah. Been a bit." He smirked, "So you wanna try this weed?"

Something was wrong. Something wasn't right. Alex... Alex was lean and toned after years of soccer and track. Well groomed- preppy if anything. And you were the taller one too. But the man sitting there? Buff, muscles bulging, at least 6'3". He scratched his itchy beard, revealing a pit filled with matted, musky pit fur. His grin was predatory- not warm or kind. And he looked you over closely like he was inspecting his prey. Part of you wanted to run... but another part... no... this was Alex as you've known him. The tension in your body diminishing as you reconcile the man in front of you as Alex.

"Yeah..."

Your brain feels a bit fuzzy and you walk over and sit. He grins as he hands you a blunt and watches closely as you bring it to your lips.

"Cousin got me that shit." He comments as he goes back to playing his game, "You know dude, I was worried about us." You look over at him and raise an eyebrow, "You've been distant. Felt like I came out and it was too much for you to handle."

"No, no it's not that." You cough as the weed tickles your lungs, "I just... look man, I totally support you and whatever makes you happy." You feel a tingle down your spine, "It's just..."

"No, I get it. You just don't understand." He throws his controller to the ground, and you can feel his frustration. Alex wasn't one to get emotional or angry... you shake your head. Right, Alex was always a bit of a hothead, "And that's okay. I didn't understand a lot of things either."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Your voice cracks and you cough to clear your throat.

"Well, I didn't understand why anyone would want to be a fuckin' top." He says, "I always loved to bottom, but fuck dude you have no idea what its like to have your dick buried in some twink." He smirks, "And its not just topping. It's the fuckin' lifestyle." He looks around his dingy, sparsely furnished apartment, "The smell, the simplicity... dude it's liberating."

You nod along, a wave of vertigo washing over you. Preventing you from being able to reply. You look down at your hands and the vertigo intensifies. Since when were they so dainty? So well manicured? You shake your head... no... this is right... right?

"I never really understand why guys wanted to get so swole." He flexes and looks over at you. His grin suddenly widens, "Fuck..."

"What? Is there something wrong with me?" Your voice is certainly an octave or two higher- breathy, seductive. You don't entirely register it.

"No, no you're perfect, babe."

Babe? You raise an eyebrow. But despite your confusion, the only thing that escapes your lips is a giggle and you feel your face flush red. Babe... you liked it when he called you that.

"You know..." You say, "I didn't understand a whole lot." You sigh and kick your feet, "Bottoming, being gay? I didn't understand it." You look over at Alex and feel your tiny nub start to chub up, "But when I look at you..." Your eyes roam his mountainous pecs, his beautiful abs, the predatory look in his eyes, "Well..." But it was also his musk, his carefree lifestyle, his commitment to getting swole, "Oh god..." As your eyes traveled south you see his bulge and you lick your puffy cocksucker lips.

"Yeah..." He paws at his bulge, "You know, I didn't understand why guys were obsessed with slutty twinks with thick asses either."

He moves closer to you and you shudder at the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his body. You look away, so flustered by the hungry look in your hook-up's eyes. But when you look down, you gasp. You were so thin, so soft. Your skin pale and free from blemishes. Not a remnant of body hair gracing your body. Worse yet, your dick was barely three inches hard.

"I don't... I don't like understand." You whimper in a voice that sounds foreign to your ears.

"No you didn't." Alex pins you to the bed, his sweat dripping onto your thin chest, "You didn't understand the gay lifestyle, you didn't understand bottoming." God he was so strong... so sexy... and his bulge... you could barely focus on anything else, "But this weed, it helps with that."

"You'll like totes help me understand?" He can see you eying his bulge, your eyes glazing over in an unabashed lust. A desperateness coming through... a need to make sense of all these feelings.

He doesn't say another word. He roughly kisses you along your neck, his beard tickling your skin. Your back arches and you moan- pleasure filling your body. You paw at his pecs, the meaty mounds in your grip wiping away any desire for tits. You reach around his muscular back, gripping it as your eyes role into the back of your head. You liked being dominant, hearing girls moan as you pleasured them. But now... your moans filled the air and you wanted to be dominated. And when he breaks away, you're breathing hard.

"Please..."

With his muscular arms, he flips you over with ease. You seemingly know what to do next. Your present your ass and you feel his rough hands squeeze your jiggly mounds of flesh. The pleasure radiating from his touch alone leaves you drooling, face down in his unwashed, musky mattress. And then without warning, he's inside you. Thrusting. Grunting. Sweating. And with each thrust you understand more and more. As your prostate is pleasured in ways you didn't know possible- you understood. As he calls you his slut, asks if you like taking his meaty cock- you understood. And when you are filled with his seed and left dripping and moaning- you understood.

There's no cuddling afterwards, no kisses. You clean up quick and saunter out. Your ass sore, your mind in shambles. The weed tickling your brain, rewiring more of your precious neurons, altering your reality. Helping you understand. Any resistance, any pleading from the real you, is systematically silenced. Permanently. You understand now- you are, always have been, and will always be a horny, slutty bottom. And you want this. The sound of another Grindr notification echoes from your phone. Your ass pulses with need. You understood what comes next.

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Hey everyone- have a little more time to work on stories so gonna try to catch up on some asks. Hope you enjoy!

#male tf #male transformation #mental change #personality tf #straight to gay #dumber tf #twink tf #forced transformation

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omnom-obeyme · 3 days ago

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Also if you're interested in doing crack/fluff type stuff, how about MC getting sick and, while very loopy on cold medicine, saying "don't tell anyone ok but you're my favorite brother"

Bonus and optional comedy points of the brothers later find out that MC actually said the same thing to all of them while they were sick and delirious. Bonus bonus points if mc doesn’t even remember these conversations lol

You're My Favorite

Pairings: Brothers x reader (separate)

Warnings: MC is sick and the brothers don't understand how to dose cough medicine for humans. It's all fluff, folks

This sucks.

That's the only thing on your mind as you lie back in the pillow nest you made for yourself. You're honestly not certain how you got sick in the Devildom, and thinking about the semantics of trying to figure out why germs interfere with your immune system here has your foggy mind spinning.

Luckily, your demons always have you covered! They happened to have a bottle of medicine that's been deemed safe for humans. Somehow. But...that's strange. You're starting to feel a little funny.

"Ah, there you are...just as I left you," Lucifer murmurs as he shuts your bedroom door behind him. He places a steaming tea cup on your nightstand and sits down on the edge of your bed.

You flop over onto your belly and peek up at him from under your droopy eyelids. There's a serene look on your face despite your miserable condition.

When the back of Lucifer's hand meets your forehead to check your temperature, a goofy grin appears on your face. His hand slides down to cup your cheek, and he heaves out an affectionate sigh.

"Lucifer?" you murmur dreamily.

"Hmm? What is it, MC?"

"I have something...very important to tell you," you declare as you lift a weak finger to wag in his face.

"Oh?" he places his hand on yours to lower it back down to your side.

"Mm-hmm," you mumble. "Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother."

Lucifer's hand and breath still. Outwardly, he's impassive, inwardly, he might as well be squealing and leaping with joy.

"Of course I am," he says nonchalantly. Thank the Devildom you're too out of it to see the hearts swirling around in his eyes.

Lucifer leans down and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. He can't help the way his touch becomes more tender or the way he keeps fussing over you over the next few days as you recover.

Poor Mammon's been sick with worry ever since finding out you're sick. He's the one who found the medicine for you in the first place! He's glued himself to your side since the first sniffle, and that's where you find yourself now.

You're propped up in your bed, head and chest feeling fuzzy with Mammon to your side. His arms are wrapped around yours, and his head is on your bicep.

"You gotta tell me when you're feelin' better, MC. No, scratch that. Tell me how you're feelin' every hour. On the hour! Ya hear me? I have a no-late check-in policy."

You bite your lip, but a giggle slips out of you regardless. Mammon's nose twitches as your fingers brush over it.

"H-hey! Watch it!"

"Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother," you murmur affectionately.

"Of course I am, ya silly human!" Mammon says as he practically puffs up. "Who else would be your favorite? I'm your first and best man. No one else stacks up to The Great Mammon!"

Still, Mammon's cheeks turn bright pink, and his arms tighten around yours.

"Damn straight, I'm your favorite," he mumbles.

Levi can't help but feel less than useless in this situation. He rarely even leaves his room, so he rarely gets sick. Couple that with the fact that you're a sick human? He's in over his head.

He can't just leave you by yourself, though! He could never abandon you in your hour of need! That's how he finds himself shifting on his feet awkwardly as he hovers a few feet from your bed.

You feel his presence before he can say anything. Your head shoots up, and your droopy eyes squint for a moment as you try to identify him.

"Levi!" you cheer in your scratchy voice.

"H-hey, MC. Uhm, I was just wondering if you were down for a 'Help! My Human Companion Was Turned into a Frog and Needs True Love's Kiss to Anthropomorphize!" with me?" he asks bashfully. "I know you're sick and all, but, uhm, I just thought it might be nice to watch it together."

"Oh, Levi..." you grin happily and make grabby hands at the cherry candies he brought for you. "Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother."

Levi's vision goes fuzzy and the next thing he knows, he's blinking up at you from the floor. "Y-yeah...sounds great..."

Satan's voice is smooth as he reads to you from a book of Devildom fairytales. Your cheek is smushed against his shoulder, and your eyes flutter lazily. You're pretty sure you're drooling on his shoulder, but Satan doesn't say a word about it.

"And...that's the last one in this book. Do you want me to find another one?"

The shaky nod you give him is his signal, and he's gently shifting you off his shoulder to grab another book. He settles back onto his bed next to you and pulls you into his side again.

"Alright, this is more of a fantasy novella than anything, but I think you'll like it. Has the medicine kicked in yet?"

You nod dumbly and sniffle weakly. Satan's arm slides around your waist, and he begins reading again. After a few moments, you feel his eyes on you.

"Satan?" your voice is muffled against his shoulder.

"MC?" he murmurs back.

"Hmm?"

"No, you wanted my attention."

"Oh. Yeah. It's important. Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother."

"You're my favorite, too," Satan whispers. His arm tugs you closer, and he continues reading until you fall asleep.

Don't blame him, okay, but he really doesn't like being around sick people. When he comes to visit you, he's wearing a face mask and long sleeves. The mattress sinks a bit as he sits down next to you, and he reaches out to pat your back.

"Hey, hon. How are you feeling?" he asks quietly.

"Peachy," you murmur before sneezing. Asmo recoils and then hastily straightens himself back out.

"That's lovely, hon. You look...well..." he frowns and lightly pushes your hair off your forehead.

"You're so pretty Asmo. Your lips are shiny, and you smell like strawberries."

Asmo bites back a grin at the sound of your loopy voice, an his hand slides down to cup your cheek.

"I'm glad your taste is still impeccable even though you're sick," he says cheerfully.

"Mm-hmm. Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother."

Asmo's heart does a little flip, and, sickness be damned, he leans forward and squishes his cheek against yours.

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that, hon! I mean, of course I am, but still! It's great to hear you admit it. Why don't you keep showering me in praise? I'm sure it'll make you feel better."

Beel's carrying a mountain of snacks and treats in his arms when he makes it to your room. He drops most of them on your desk, but manages to carry a small thermos of warm broth over to your bedside.

There's a quiet, metallic thunk as the thermos hits the wood of your nightstand.

"I brough you snacks," Beel says quietly.

A dazed grin appears on your face, and you reach up to pat Beel's arm.

"Thank you, Beelie. My head's all spinny. Think I'd fall if I tried to stand," you mumble. "Woah...I forgot how strong you are..."

Beel blushes and laughs quietly.

"I...guess I'm pretty strong. I have to be to protect my brothers. And you, of course."

"Beel...you gotta promise me something," you murmur.

"Of course, MC."

"You can't tell anyone, but...you're my favorite brother."

Beel's face immediately splits into a happy smile, and he sits down on your bed. The bed frame protests under his added weight, but he just brings the thermos of broth up to your mouth happily.

"C'mon, MC. You need to eat to keep up your strength."

"Stop squirming," comes the grumbled complaint right in your ear.

You let out a soft huff and push at Belphie's face. He's breathing right on your neck, and it's not helping the feverish heat you're experiencing.

"Belphie...you're stinky." Because that's for sure what you were trying to communicate. I guess.

"I am not stinky. I smell like fresh laundry."

"You literally wear the same thing everyday--" you're cut off by Belphie's hand slapping over your mouth.

"You're annoying. Shut up."

"Okay, rude. Also, you smell, and that's worse than being annoying."

"MC, I swear to everything in the Devildom--" it's your turn to cut him off.

"Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother. I like bickering with you."

"Of course I'm your favorite," he grumbles. "Now be quiet and sleep. You need it. I'm tired of you getting snot on my shoulder while you sleep."

He says that, but he makes no move to shift you away from his shoulder.

You're finally feeling better a few days later and manage to pull yourself out of bed for breakfast. You make your way downstairs, but pause at the doorway to listen in on the conversation.

"You'll never guess what MC told me while I was tendin' to them!" you hear Mammon declare proudly.

"Did they tell you they're sick of your clinging?" Satan asks dryly.

"You little--No! They said that I'm their favorite," Mammon brags smugly.

Belphie lifts his head up from the table and shakes his head.

"No, MC said that I'm their favorite."

"Nuh-uh, I'm MC's favorite," Asmo pipes up. "They said so, and, honestly, who can blame them?"

"Is there anyone here who MC didn't say was their favorite?" cuts in Lucifer's tired voice. When he's met with silence, he just says, "Then we'll just have to ask them. Ah, there they are now."

Oh, Diavolo help you...you don't remember any of this at all.

You sheepishly peek out from the doorway, and Mammon immediately calls out, "Oi! Human! Who's your actual favorite?"

You feel a cold sweat break out on the back of your neck, and you let out a nervous laugh.

"Haha! I'm actually not hungry, and Diavolo asked me to come early to look something over, sogottagobyeeeee!" you call while booking it for the door. No way in the Devildom are you getting stuck in that argument.

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butyoudidthis4what · 3 days ago

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Jack Abbot x F!Reader

1.5k || All my content is 18+ MDNI || CW: None, really. General cold/flu discussion. The slightest bit of angst if you squint in the form of Jack being worried about you for thirty seconds. Fluff.

Summary: Jack arrives home from work to you sick in bed.

AN: Fluffy sick fic! That's about it, really! I hope it's okay!

Even wrapped in the cocoon of blankets you’ve brought to bed with you, you’re still shivering. And miserable. Very, very miserable.

“Honey?” Jack’s caught off guard when your purse is still on the console table just inside the door. It makes his pulse rise just a little. He hates it, but he always goes to the worst case scenario, it’s what he’s trained for. He knows you must’ve overslept or fell back asleep on accident, but his brain runs through every possibility of you being injured or dead somewhere in the apartment you share.

He walks back to your bedroom and is glad to see you’re in bed. You look so fucking adorable wrapped in all the blankets you’ve brought in, but he knows it means you must be sick and that hurts his heart. He doesn’t want to disturb you but he does want to know what’s wrong, if you’ve taken meds, how long you’ve been like this. Why you didn’t call him the second you weren’t feeling well.

“Jackie?” Your small and raw voice resolves his conflict for him. You don’t open your eyes yet.

“Hi sweet girl, what’s going on?” He sits on the edge of the bed next to you and puts the back of his hand to your forehead. “Definitely have yourself a pretty good fever.”

“You should go,” you whisper. He’s not sure if it’s really a whisper or just as loud as you have the strength to speak right now. “You shouldn’t be close to me, you’ll catch it.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he murmurs. “You taken anything?”

“No, I just woke up enough to tell work, pee and get more blankets.” You finally blink open your eyes to look at him. “You need to sleep and I got the sheets all gross with my sweating before I got cold. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care, don’t apologize. You’re sick, you can’t help it. And sweat doesn’t bother me. Especially not yours.” He runs his hand up and down your side, though he’s not sure you can feel it under all the blankets. But it soothes him just as much so he continues. “Feel like a bad cold? For how long?”

“I guess, yeah. My throat is killing me. I can feel congestion coming in and some settling in my lungs. Nauseous too.” You cough a little to clear your throat, wincing at the jolt of pain it causes. “Went to sleep with a vaguely sore throat. Didn’t think much of it. Woke up at my alarm and was like this but I was so hot and sweaty the sheets were almost soaked, I swear. My whole body hurts, it feels like I’ve been hit by a semi.”

“I’m sorry, Baby, I wish I could take it on for you or kiss it away.” Jack leans down and presses a couple of kisses to your forehead and one to the tip of your nose and both of your cheeks. He smiles brightly when the kisses pull a smile from you, even if it’s smaller than usual. It reaches your eyes. “You could’ve called. You know that, right? I would’ve left,” he murmurs. He’s not chastising or chiding you, just reminding you.

You nod, roll a little so you’re not quite on your back but not totally on your side. “I know.”

“Good.” Jack kisses your forehead again. “I’m going to get you some meds, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, eyes fluttering closed again.

Jack walks into the bathroom and looks through the medicine cabinet. You sound a bit more flu-like than cold. He could ask Robby to drop by a test. Maybe an IV if he can’t get you to drink enough fluids. It’s almost certainly viral so it’s not really a matter of treatment but of controlling symptoms. He decides on some meds, makes sure there’s a pain reliever and fever reducer in there somewhere. He also grabs the thermometer. He wants to know exactly how hot you are.

He goes and grabs you some water before heading back into the bedroom. “Alright sweet girl, can you sit up for me?” He takes his place on the edge of the bed next to you again. You whine at the request as you open your eyes. “Please?” Jack gives you a little pout.

You let out a halfhearted sigh and let Jack help you as you force yourself up and your blankets open enough for you to get your arms and hands out. You hold your hand out for him.

“Thank you for sitting up. Under your tongue,” he instructs softly as he puts a single pill in your hand. “Zofran. For the nausea.” You do as he asks and once it’s dissolved he hands you the other pills and you swallow them.

“Thank you.” You give him an exhausted smile.

“You’re welcome.” The smile Jack gives you in return is a little sad. You know he hates seeing you sick, just like you hate seeing him sick. “I’m going to get your temperature really quick, okay?” You nod and Jack takes it, gives a kind of noncommittal frown at it. “102.5. Too hot, but not get you to the ED hot. And we need to keep it that way. So I think we should get you a shower and I’ll change the sheets okay?”

You groan. “I don’t want to shower. I don’t want to leave the bed. And I’m cold, Jackie. I don’t want a cold shower.”

“I know, Baby, I know.” He grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, presses a few kisses to it. “It won’t be a cold shower. But it won’t be hot, either. We need to keep it tepid.”

“I’ll be fine,” you whine a little. Showering sounds exhausting. Getting out of your blankets sounds freezing. Making Jack do work and change the sheets sounds unfair. “Just give me a minute or so and I can change these sheets for you and then go in the guest room so I don’t get you and your sheets gross.”

“Yeah, because I’m ever going to let that happen.” He gives you a knowing look with a soft smile so you know he’s not mad or upset or anything. “Showering will help. Feeling cleaner will make you feel at least a little better.”

You shrug. Your brain isn’t firing on all cylinders and you feel too tired to keep yourself upright for any extended period of time. “Well, I don’t think I can stand.”

Jack blinks at you for a few seconds to see if it registers. It doesn’t.

“Well, it’s a good job there’s a bench in there.” He gives you a little smirk and winks at you. You cringe and grimace a little for a second. How could you forget that? It’s just become so normal you don’t even notice it.

“Don’t smirk and wink at me you cruel man.” You pout overdramatically at him.

“Cruel?” he laughs. “How am I being cruel taking care of you?”

“You know how hot you look winking and smirking and doing the two together. Teasing your poor sick woman.” Before you can say anything else you start coughing and are quick to bring your blankets up to cover your face. It hurts. All of it. The sudden movement of your arms, your throat, your chest muscles.

“It’s okay,” Jack soothes you, slips his arm behind you to help hold you up and rub your back. Eventually you’re able to catch your breath again. “I’ll make it up to you once you’re feeling better, I promise.”

“Yeah, if I haven’t passed my misery on to you,” you huff a little, a decision you regret immediately when the fire that is your throat flares again.

“I think I’ll be just fine. I come into contact with this type of thing almost daily.” He leans in and kisses your forehead again. He’ll stay away from your lips, in part because he knows you’ll just push him away if he even tries to keep him from getting sick. “And if I do get sick then I get sick.”

“Well if you do then I’m taking care of you and I don’t want any pushback.” You give him the sternest look you can muster which is clearly not very stern judging by the way he bites his lip to hold back a laugh at how adorable you are.

“Okay, Baby.” Jack stands up, holds his hands out for you. “I’m going to help you to the shower and then once I’m done changing the sheets I’ll help you shower and get clean, okay?”

You don’t move. “I’ll just make the next set gross. There’s no point.”

“You might not. Not if we can get your temperature under control here a little.” Jack nods in encouragement. “And it’ll be nice to feel clean after sweating that much.”

“But what if I do just get them all sweaty again? It’s not fair to you.” You start to worry your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Then I’ll change them again.” He shakes his head as you go to argue further. “Hey, let’s get you in the shower and we’ll take it from there, okay?”

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cozymochi · 2 days ago

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Hi there! I like your oc Tia 😊 she's so cool! I was curious how does she get along Leona? Especially in book 2? Just curious 🤔

(Thank you 😳 I have a more generalized scenario of their dynamic written out here.) Gonna have to forego Book 2 because… Leona doesn’t really engage with the Prefect that much in it. So, that more or less applies to Tia too. BUT! Book 3??

BOOK 3.. has so much. They were roommates for 3 days and 2 nights. LISTEN— Two ideologically opposed, obstinate, people stuck sharing a room? It writes itself.

Now Tia has to cook for him and take up all of Ruggie’s old duties during the 3-day stint all while having to fulfill Azul’s contract to get her dorm back? Crazy work.

It was the worst setup for both of them. I can’t even properly articulate all the thoughts I had about it, so incoherent yapping it is.

I don’t think Leona would have denied her room and board on principle (cough, she’s still a lady) nor make it a trial, HOWEVER! That doesn’t mean she’s just going to sit around, take his bed (she slept on the couch) and be coddled while dealing with this Azul thing. She’s getting put to work. It doesn’t matter who you are, you aren’t staying in Savanaclaw and doing nothing.

Like the usual scenario for the prefect, Tia apparently takes over Ruggie’s job of being Leona’s gopher during those 3 homeless days. I kinda wish we saw more of that, but I get narrative priorities and wanting to stay on track. [book 7 has entered the chat]

I believe… for the most part, Tia took over Ruggie’s job while rooming with Leona in stride. Mostly because when she does anything, she tries putting maximum effort into it. His room is not ideal, so she’s already cleaning and organizing from the jump. High key, working on something is how she functions since relaxing is hard for her point blank. Leona doesn’t really get that but, it’s whatever.

Her cooking? 100/10, he gets the best meat ever. Well. For an herbivore anyway. (…Can’t let that ego get too big right)

And you know what was glossed over during this time? The fact not even housewardens get a private bathroom. So somebody 🦁 is going to have to 🦁do escort missions 🦁 Nobody is allowed in when she’s in there using the shower. Just something very annoying for him to be stuck doing 💚😔 Oh also she gets up at like! 5AM!!

AnD SHE WON’T LeT him go back to sleep after that! She just will yap about the state of his room and seems to be bothered by every little thing that crosses her mind. Ruggie found it funny as hell at least. Surprised she got Leona up at all but hey, less work for him for once.

It’s fine though. Leona gets his payback tenfold by having her run around like a panicked gazelle during morning training. It’s very cathartic to see. That- and he makes sure his food requests are very dense and luxurious. What? She can’t live with herself if she doesn’t put in maximum effort all the time ☺️ It should never be a problem for her. Who kindly is letting her stay in Savanaclaw again? Who clears out the bathroom for her? He just does so much.

[Immediately ruins the room she just organized and has her running head first into Azul junk via omitting words just so he can be smug about it later]

…She gets him back again later by denying him sleep not by yelling — but purely from listing all her grievances that she had the entire time she was living with him. She had a lot to criticize. …This whole duping Azul plan she made worked great, not only did Leona get roped into it, but she also got to vent. :3

Leona was right. Azul wouldn’t know real villainy if it hit him. Tia is more of a villain than he ever could be. In more ways than just outsmarting his dumb contract thing.

He would never want to share a room with her again <3

I got my jokes and only yapped about the pain on a very bare bones level, but if time was ever dedicated to downtime moments—- I do think Tia would have voiced being grateful in an earnest way despite it all, even while staying there and under a lot of stress from various sources.

I’m not too certain how receptive Leona would be to it. Probably outwardly dismissive. Yet…

anyway everything’s still pretty cool with Leona after all that Book 3 stuff I guess.

BYE!!!!

#cozy ask #i have a strangely large amount of tia and leona interaction asks in my backlog.#i wonder #y’all trying to red pill me.#tia dumarais #twstposting #i always get a little antsy when it comes to trying to …like. talk about my freaks #esp in relation to other concrete characters or the main story.#my art

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savanir · 2 days ago

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Ghost Writer planned on just leaving that brat Phantom and his two living friends to muck about in that other universe for a short thirty years or so. Twenty if he was feeling generous.

But things get rapidly more complicated when after a week he has time to reorganise the comic section and sees that the comic pile the brats left has multiplied.

Upon closer inspection he sees several new solo runs he didn't know about, a few team ups. A brand new justice league dark series called Spectral Designs.

He picks the last one up and flips through it. He quickly realises that the series is trying to explain the sudden appearance of Phantom and his friends.

He mutters under his breath, "- as seen in Tech Pharaoh, Kobra attacks nr.4... see Poison Ivy special, the Rot returns... Greta meets Phantom for the first time when she was on Apokolips? Since when!?"

He zips over to the cabinets and goes through the series still stored there.

"Wh- they're changing the past!"

The entrance doors of his library slam open and Skulker stalks in with Ember happily trotting besides him. She's probably here to check out any new music records. But this does give Ghost Writer the opportunity to vent so he floats over to do so, complaining on and on about that brat Phantom to Skulker, if someone understands its him.

Only, he looks incredibly confused.

"Who're you talking about... Phantom?"

Ember looks up from her own stuff, "isn't he like a comic book character?"

Skulker shrugs, "I don't read comics"

"You don't read period, did the writers do something stupid in his story or something book nerd?"

Ghost Writer flounders, "are you two trying to prank me? Phantom, Danny Phantom, the halfa, brat menace, the one you want to skin."

Both of them look at him like he's finally lost it. Or well, lost it more than before that is.

For a hot minute he thinks about checking with Walker. If anyone knows about Phantom and won't try to prank him about it it's him. But then he remembers that Walker hates his guts since the Christmas thing.

"Screw this! Out of my library, I have something important to do!"

His haunt pushes the two now unwanted guests out and Ghost Writer rushes off in a direction no sane ghost would head into under any other circumstances.

Unless they were Phantom...

Gah! Why does it always become a gigantic mess when that brat is involved!

The clock tower looms dark and ominously over him.

The entire place fills him with dread. The ticking and clicking of the clocks and their gears seem threatening somehow.

Ghost Writer carefully peeks into the inner sanctum area where one lone ever shifting Ghost floats.

"Uhm.."

"I know why you're here," his voice echoes through the room.

Ah, he's not happy...

"So it's not a prank?"

Side eye from the ancient of time? Ghost Writer shrinks a little. He's really not happy.

"As you have seen things are already shifting to accommodate what happened."

"So how do we-" cough, "- how do I fix this?"

Clockwork looms over Ghost Writer who shrinks even further, "all is as it should be, your punishment will be remembering and living with the regret."

Ghost Writer makes a meek little eep noise before fleeing and Clockwork floats back to one of his mirrors.

Danny is currently going through one hell of a space adventure on New Genesis with the new gods there after wrecking his way through Apokolips and fleeing the place.

On new Genesis Lightray and Orion are assigned to keep an eye on him and figure him out and while Danny and Lightray get along like a house on fire, Orion couldn't be more moody about the situation if he tried.

Clockwork sighs, things could be worse.

The DC universe has clearly taken a liking to Danny and his friends and is going out of its way to accommodate them.

Still... he's already gotten a visit from a sulky yeti and a furious amazonian. It's surprising that the observants haven't shown up to complain yet. Though, they might think this is a good development.

Either way, it's only a matter of time before someone else does something universe shifting, Daniel has that kind of effect on people after all.

DP x DC Prompt [31]

"That's it! I've had it with you lot!!" Ghost Writer screeches as he sees the mess Danny and his friends made of his library's comic section. Batman's detective series strewn about, action comics in every direction, secret six, suicide squad, doom patrol, the outsiders. Its like a DC-splosion.

"Whoa man, we'll put them back, no need to-"

"You pests need what's called in the comic world-"

And a massive ominous glowing N52 starts hovering above Ghost Writer "-a reboot!"

"No wait- stop!"

But the three of them get slammed with the letter and numbers the size of a truck before they can do anything else and they get tossed right in the middle of the latest DC universe ending crisis.

#i thought it would be fun to give Danny some space enrichment #he escaped Apokolips only to fly right into Orion who brought him to Highfather #so now Danny is stuck in New Genesis #meanwhile Tucker is having cult adventures and he's gonna join Black Lightning next #somewhere else Swamp Thing shows the girl he found in the bog to Zatanna and Sam is just okay with that #oh and cause the dp universe is also trying to fix itself that means there is no portal anymore #dpxdc prompt #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp ghost writer #dp clockwork #savwrites

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bookshelf-dust · 2 days ago

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late night with the devil

matt murdock x fem!reader

gif by @kamillahn

word count: 3,751

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, i can’t think of anything else? literally fluff and some flirting

synopsis: you can’t quite understand how no one realized matt was daredevil. he can’t understand how you did.

a/n: hello, loves! this is the first matt fic i’ve written in like…3 years?? a fic for him was the very first fic i posted here, believe it or not. i’ve always thought it was so silly that the people closest to matt never recognized his voice or the bottom half of his face when they encounter him as daredevil, so this is my ode to that. i’ve overthought this one for too long so before i hate it completely, i’ll share it with you!!! enjoy your time with matty and let me know what you think <333

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Foggy is trying to make a call. He can’t look at you because if he does, he’ll laugh, so instead he’s put himself in the corner, nose pressed to drywall. That only makes you and Karen laugh harder.

He spins around and holds his pointer finger up over his lips, mouthing shush. His shoulders shake as he chuckles to himself. Karen keels over and knocks her head against yours, causing you both to groan in pain and clutch your foreheads, though this quickly morphs into more giggles.

Foggy hangs up the phone and stumbles your way. “Dumbasses,” he mumbles, and then his foot catches on a wire running to the desktop computer and he falls; he just manages to catch himself on his hands and knees.

Karen chokes on a laugh and begins to cough. “Shit, Kare!” you cry, patting her back a little too hard.

“F-Foggy, are you alright?” Karen asks. You blink away tears and try to focus on his form. Your stomach hurts from cackling, and aside from Foggy busting his ass, you can’t even remember what set you off. It’s that kind of laughter.

The doorbell tinkles and Matt steps into the office. You’re rubbing your teary eyes when you hear him fold his cane up with a snap snap click. He sets a hand on his hip and shifts his weight onto that same side.

“What’s going on in here?” he questions, tone accusatory.

Oh yeah, you think, all the drifting pieces in your mind clicking back together in one swift motion. You and Karen had been making fun of Matt and all his silly mannerisms. Foggy was arguing with you about the latest season of Doctor Who and along the way, Matt had come up.

“There’s an episode of Doctor Who,” you’d explained to Karen, “where Sarah Jane and Rose are laughing about the Doctor’s quirks because he’s always done the same shit with his companions, like hugging the TARDIS or making a face when he concentrates.”

Karen seems to be on the same wavelength as you, shouting, “Look! He’s doing the sassy mom arm!” You snort. Karen practically sobs into your shoulder.

Matt turns his head towards Foggy, asking the million dollar question with an arch of his brows. Foggy raises his hands in surrender, looking from you to his best friend.

“Hey!” you cry, “You’re the one that brought it up!”

“You were making fun of me, Mr. Nelson?”

Foggy backs away, giving you a glare that says snitch. “I may have contributed, but they took it to this level! I don’t know what’s wrong with them!”

Matt places a second hand on his hip and he looks so much like a disappointed mother that you can’t help chuckling one last time. It’s like being busted for having fun with your siblings and your parents think you’re fighting instead.

Your hand falls to your stomach and you begin to rub at the ache there. Karen rises to her feet beside you. “I need some air,” she says, something in her voice that tells you she might break at even the slightest not-really-all-that-funny thing. She grabs Foggy’s elbow and drags him along with her, mumbling something about getting everyone coffee.

Now alone, Matt turns his head towards you and raises his brow.

“You know,” he says your name, “I’m not sure I should still take you out to dinner tonight after you’ve been picking on me with our coworkers.”

One corner of his lips ticks up just barely.

Matt hears the way you cross your arms over your chest, your blouse made of silk, or something akin to it. He hears your hair scratch against your skin when you shake your head at him.

“We were just talking about how sassy you can be,” you say, matter-of-factly.

He pulls back, shifts his weight onto one foot again and gently places his hand over his heart. “I’m sorry, what?”

You exhale a laugh. “You know, just the way you always look like an unhappy stay-at-home mom whose kids are up to no good. You put that hand on your hip and tell us to get back to work.”

“I do not,” he scoffs.

You stand, straightening your skirt and walking the short distance to the kitchenette to place your empty mug in the sink. You choose to ignore his denialist approach.

“Mrs. Santiago called this morning and asked to move her appointment with you to Friday. Said her baby niece had a recital she just couldn’t miss. And Mr. Ritter called about the complex on third? I took a message and left the note on your desk.”

Matt blinks, whiplashed. “Uh, thank you. But—”

“I’m gonna walk down and mail these,” you tuck a pile of envelopes under your arm, “but I shouldn’t be long.” You make for the door, a grin stretching across your lips.

Matt raises an arm in your direction, a similar smile on his face and a blush forming on his neck. “This conversation isn’t over!” he shouts. He listens to you giggle until you’ve cleared the hall and started down the stairs.

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You’ve known something was up with Matt Murdock for months. You’re one to mind your own business, not wiggle your way into the details of someone else’s life, but you’d have to completely lack basic observational skills to not notice the aura he drags alongside himself.

When Karen put the “Page” in Nelson, Murdock & Page, they realized they no longer had someone to complete paralegal duties or manage the office. You met Karen shortly after she moved to Hell’s Kitchen, sharing a customer service job with her for a short time. She was venting to you over the phone one day, rambling about not receiving enough applicants—and the ones they did get, well they didn’t meet the credentials (and that’s considering the low bar Matt and Foggy set to begin with). You joked that you could do it, that it would probably be much more fun than your past nine-to-fives, and that was it.

You were right—even when the workload is a bit overwhelming and you’re moments from cutting the phone line, the three of them make it worth it. You love your little found family. You’re not ashamed to admit that you’ve always found Matt attractive either. Maybe it’s partially why you’ve noticed when he has bruises on his neck and forearms, or maybe it’s just that noticing things like that feels like common sense to you. He might play it off with everyone else, say it’s from boxing or a vigorous one-night stand, but none of it ever adds up quite right.

You never told Foggy or Karen about the morning he came in and you noticed the way his gait was off, like it was painful for him to walk normally. When your eyes blew wide because there was a thin line of blood seeping through the thick white fabric of his shirt. “Matt? You’re bleeding,” you’d said. You drowned out his excuses, focusing only on stretching butterfly strips across his skin, forcing a tube of Neosporin into his hands. Afterwards, while you were cleaning up, you had tried to think of actual reasons he’d be getting injured so often.

The thought rose to the forefront of your mind like it had been there for ages, eagerly waiting for you to give it attention.

Maybe he’s a vigilante.

That’s silly, you’d told yourself. That’s just what’s all over the news, so that’s probably where the idea came from. But it didn’t feel like a joke, not the longer you sat with it. It felt like something you'd already known. Your body showed no signs of surprise.

But it’s really none of your business, is it?

Now, you listen to the soft click your heels make as you walk along the pavement. You’ve always liked that sound. As a young girl, it made you feel so grown up and professional.

Matt is supposed to meet you at this cute little dessert bar a few blocks from your place. Your veins buzz with excitement as you think about the alcoholic milkshake in your future, but also because you like spending time with him, even if tonight it’s mainly to catch up on some case-related stuff. It’s nice to be alone with him every now and then.

You’re glad you wore your coat tonight with the way the gentle breeze nips at your exposed calves. You keep a close watch on your surroundings, not only for your safety, but because you enjoy seeing people do human things. Sometimes you need to remember that it still happens.

There’s a huge line outside a steakhouse, so you cut down a short alleyway, one you’ve gone down hundreds of times, to get to your destination. The businesses on either side of you have hung string lights at the front of the gap, so the further you go into the alley, the darker it gets, right up until you make your way out of it.

Halfway through, at the darkest part, you trip over something hard. You stumble, scraping your palm against brick when you reach out to catch yourself. The sound the object makes when it rolls across the ground tells you it’s metal. You fumble for your phone, wanting to shine a light on it and figure out what the hell it is.

There’s a thud and a scratch and when your light flicks on, nothings there. Well, someone is there, but that’s not what you heard. Your gaze locks on a familiar mask. You’ve seen Daredevil on the news before, but you’ve never crossed paths with him. In fact, this is only your second encounter with someone “super.” Spider-man helped you pick up your things one night when some asshole bumped into you and kept on going. This guy, though you know he is no danger to you, feels more intimidating than Spider-man did.

“Are you okay?” his voice grabs your attention as you shove your phone back in your bag and begin looking at your palm.

“Yeah,” you manage. “No blood, just some dirt. What the hell was that thing I tripped on?”

He taps his thigh. You squint. “What even is that? A baton? Are you also in the colorguard?”

The man laughs. It’s a warm sound. Almost familiar.

“The technical name is a billy club. But yeah, baton works too.”

“How did it end up down here, waiting for me to bust my ass?” There’s that laugh again.

“Must’ve fallen out of the holster. I didn’t realize it was loose until…”

“Until I almost broke my neck.”

“That seems a little exaggerated.”

You stay silent for a moment and study him. His hands are on his hips, clad in the same red fabric as the rest of him. Though maybe fabric is too gentle of a word. Armor is probably more like it. The lenses on his mask glint in the light from between the storefronts. You feel like you should be questioning why he didn’t just make his escape, why he’s entertaining a conversation with you. You opt for a different approach.

“How come you’re out here? This is a pretty safe part of the city. Unless there’s something I don’t know about.”

“No, you’re right. It’s just uh, a busy night. Sometimes I sit and keep watch, make sure everything’s as it should be, y’know?”

“Like a gargoyle?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You sit up there,” you pause and point vaguely towards the sky, “and keep watch, like a gargoyle.”

He laughs a third time. “I suppose you could say that.”

A chill runs through your body. Maybe it’s not a chill. It’s more like recognition. I know that laugh, you think. You decide to drag this on, give yourself a moment to listen even closer. You smile at him, but don’t supply any more words. You glance down at your watch.

“Do you have somewhere to be?” he asks, and then you know. It’s Matt.

You know his voice, god, you feel stupid! You should’ve realized it the moment he spoke. He might be using that silly little deep Batman-like twinge, but without a doubt, that’s Matt Murdock.

“Hm?” You decide to humor him. “Oh, yeah. Right now actually. I’m getting dinner with a friend. Don’t wanna be late. I’d hate to be that person, you know?”

You leave the alleyway without giving him time to answer. You wonder if he knows that you know. If you’ll be able to keep it together during dinner with him—assuming he gets there soon, heeding your warning.

But if you’re really honest with yourself, you just want to know if you’re the first one to figure it out. If not, well that’s just not as fun, but you’ll definitely be proud of yourself and still hand his ass to him for as long as you both shall live.

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Dinner goes well. It might be a little demented, but you’re in a better mood after crossing paths with Daredevil. It helps you understand Matt more, makes conversation with him easier. Other than a sweaty brow, there’s nothing on his face showing that he understood your discovery, or alluding to the fact that he’d been out moments before he sat down at the table with you.

You fill up a mug with coffee, adding a little cream and then leaning up against the window sill in the office. You’re the first one there today, Karen having called to say she’d overslept, Foggy having stayed the night at Marci’s…which always means he’ll be late the next day. As for Matt, you can only assume he went back out after he left you at your doorstep last night.

Your heels click against the hardwoods as you walk towards your desk, firing up the monitor and getting your email pulled up. You switch on a couple of the fans, hoping they’ll keep it from getting sweltering in here so early in the day. There might be an A/C unit in the office, but if you look at it wrong you’ll be paying for it. Literally.

You decide to straighten up a little, picking up here and there, tying up cords so no one trips. You’ve settled down, nursing your second cup of coffee and responding to a few inquiring emails when you hear the familiar tap tap of Matt’s cane coming down the hall. The door rattles a little in its frame when he shuts it behind him.

“Good morning,” Matt says.

“Morning,” you respond. “Coffee’s on.”

You glance up, eyes dragging over his form. His dress pants hug his thighs almost unfairly, causing your mind to draw up images of thick, corded muscle. You blink. He folds up his cane and sets it on the table beside the door. There’s a small bruise on the bridge of his nose. You only notice it when he fidgets with his glasses, which sit lower as if to hide it. Or because positioning them directly over the bruise hurts.

A comment he made recently about fast hands flickers through your thoughts. It makes you smile.

“You’re in a good mood today,” he says, startling you. Did he hear you grin?

“Hm?” You sign off an email and click send. “I’m hopped up on coffee.”

Matt breathes his laughter into his mug. “Should I be worried?”

“Guess we’ll find out,” you chuckle.

You both stay silent for a few minutes, you tapping away at the last of your emails, Matt drinking all of his coffee in one go and immediately filling it back up. You update the firm’s shared calendar with changes to the appointment log and add notes regarding the things clients wish to stress during their visits and who might be the best fit to work with them.

You’re lazily looking at the weather when you hear a grunt from Matt. He’s bent over the table, one hand on his keyboard, the other on his hip.

“You okay, Matt?”

He inclines his head toward you but doesn’t fully face you. “Hm? Yeah, just uh…”

You don’t know what compels you to say the words that next leave your mouth, but you don’t regret them once they’re out either. The look on Matt’s face is priceless.

“Late night with the devil?”

Matt hears the smile in your voice, the change in your heartbeat, and he knows you know.

At that moment, Foggy comes in the door with a glazed donut in his mouth. He holds it open for Karen, who gracefully balances two boxes of donuts in one hand and her hefty purse in the other.

Matt is still reeling when you say, “Are those the sharing size, Ms. Page? Or are you gonna house twenty-four, sorry, twenty-three, donuts all by yourself? Not that I’d blame you, or judge you for doing so.”

Karen laughs lightly. “Any other day, I’d keep them to myself. But you’re more than welcome to however many you like.” You compliment her cute skirt and then she parts to fire up her laptop and pull out some of the folding chairs. You’re drawing a finger through the air, vaguely imitating a claw machine as you choose a donut. It nearly falls out of your hand when you’re pulled out into the hall. “Matt!”

He pins you up against the far wall in the hallway outside the office and says your name, a stern lilt to his voice, a weird smile on his face like he’s on the verge of…something?

You lift your arm around where his hand is planted on your waist to take a bite of your donut. You know what you’ve done, and frankly, you find it quite funny. You smile into your treat.

He says your name again like you’re in trouble. “Wh-why—what do you know?” he asks you.

“I don’t know, Matthew, what do I know?”

He smiles without the glee and huffs a laugh at you. “I really…could we not play the sarcasm game? Why did you say that to me?”

You take another bite of donut and pat him on the cheek. He is mere inches from your face.

“Maybe because that voice isn’t as unrecognizable as you think, Mr. Murdock.”

You watch as his mouth falls open just slightly, like he’s fumbling for the right words. His arms have shifted so that they now rest on the wall either side of you. You finish off your donut, waiting for him to do whatever it is he’s going to do.

“Last night you…you just knew it was me because of my voice?”

“Mhm. We’re together five, sometimes six, days a week. I hear you talk more than I hear myself think, Matt. It took a minute, but you laughed and I recognized it.”

His brows rise and then fall back down, knitting together. He’s kind of touched that his laugh was the thing to do it for you. But he’s still in shock. “No one’s ever recognized me before.”

A smile spreads across your face. “I was hoping you’d say that. I’m pretty proud of myself, actually.”

Matt can’t help himself, he laughs. “You’re funny,” he says, before going quiet for a moment. You wait for him to start up again. “Are you sure you’re not just fucking with me? D-did Foggy or Karen tell you? Just my voice—I don’t get it.”

“If it weren’t for your voice, I still would’ve figured it out. I can see the entire bottom half of your face, you do realize that?”

He doesn’t say anything. You’ve stumped him.

You begin to move away, attempting to flatten yourself and slither between him and the wall. He grabs hold of your wrist.

“You…I—”

The door opens. “What’s going on out here you two?” Foggy projects his voice, but his tone lacks seriousness. That is, until he sees Matt gripping your wrist. His eyebrows shoot up. You take your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m in trouble,” you say, darting back inside the office. The group of you gathers around the little lobby.

“Why were you interrogating her?” Foggy asks, crossing his arms. Karen crosses her arms too.

Matt clears his throat. “Um…it’s nothing, I—”

Your gaze flicks back and forth between Karen and Foggy’s. “I figured out that Matt is Daredevil and he’s being weird about it.”

Foggy guffaws. “You what?”

“She said it was my laugh,” Matt pipes up. “That she recognized my voice. We ran into each other and she’s claiming that’s all it took.”

“Jesus,” Karen laughs. She says your name, a smile on her face. “He’s probably mad because he and Foggy practically broke up when Foggy found out.”

“Okay, well that’s—” Matt says.

“He was being a dick.” Foggy states. “He deserved it, trust me.”

“Did you guys kiss and make up?” you ask, giggling to yourself. That comment starts a little spat between the boys, but it quickly shifts so that Karen and Foggy are openly arguing about Matt being a pain in the ass and complaining about how he chose (or failed) to reveal his identity to them. You take the chance and slip away.

Your hands close around your empty coffee mug and you pad back to the kitchenette. Matt’s on you though, not letting up that easily, apparently.

He leans against the doorway as you prepare another cup for yourself. “It’s just mind-boggling to me that my laugh gave me away,” he says. “And if I’m honest, that’s kind of an intimate thing to recognize, wouldn’t you say?” He says your name.

You snort into your coffee. “Are you trying to flirt with me right now, Mr. Murdock?”

“Rather I’m just implying that you pay quite a bit of attention to me. You know, since you’ve memorized my laughter and all.”

“Oh, like I have a crush on you or something?”

“You could say that. Is that, in fact, what’s happening here?”

“Don't flatter yourself, Matty.”

He catches your waist gently on your way out of the small room. “So, if I were to ask you out to dinner, you’d say no?”

“We just had dinner together, Matt. You’d have to clarify. Would this be a romantic dinner, in contrast to our usual work-related dinners?”

He puts one hand on his hip and your eyes light up. “You’re right. That’s an error on my part. Would you like to go out for a romantic dinner?”

“Sure, Matty. But only if you’ll put the suit on for me after.”

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#savannah’s fics #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock comfort #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fanfiction #matthew michael murdock

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mischief-and-the-big-bad-wolf · 2 days ago

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hiii, for a prompt could you maybe do something where Derek and Stiles think they're being subtle and hiding their relationship but are terrible at it and everyone around them knows they're together?

thank youuuu <3

(Okay so this turned out a bit longer than I was expecting but hope you enjoy!)

5 times the pack know about Derek and Stiles and 1 time Derek and Stiles find out

Lydia quirked a brow at Stiles' flushed look as he followed Derek out of the kitchen. No one else seemed to notice that they had disappeared in there for twenty minutes. Stiles shot a guilty smile at Lydia and reclaimed his seat between her and Scott as Derek sunk into the armchair by the window.

"So, did you have fun?" Lydia asked whispering, smirking when she saw Derek jerk from the corner of her eyes.

"Um, what are you talking about? I was just having a snack," Stiles nervously giggled, eyes flicking from Derek to Lydia.

"Mhm, a snack," Lydia drawled, turning her head to stare at Derek pointedly, who had been staring at them intently, suddenly whipped his neck around and glued his eyes to the tv.

She turned back to Stiles and smirked, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Stiles grumbled, pouting at her.

"Your fly is open," she said.

Stiles gasped and smacked his hand down on his crotch, making the rest of the pack stare at him. Lydia noticed Derek blush as Stiles hastily pulled his zipper up, stuttering out excuses as they all giggled at him.

Derek suddenly growled at the pack, "Enough, focus on the movie."

Lydia giggled and turned her attention back to the movie.

Isaac groaned when he heard Stiles' muffled whines and whimpers coming from the loft as he parked his car. He smacked his head against the steering wheel, accidentally blaring the horn.

He then heard Stiles and Derek’s muffled freak out and waited for them to pull themselves together before heading inside and up the stairs.

He opened the sliding door to the loft and rolled his eyes when he found the two of them sitting in opposite corners of the living room, Stiles flicking through his phone and Derek holding a book on his lap.

"Isaac," Derek rumbled in greeting, turning a page.

"Hey, man! What's up?" Stiles asked, a tad too enthusiastically.

Isaac grinned sarcastically and slowly slid his eyes down Stiles body to his crotch and said, "Nothing much."

Derek growled lowly, suddenly stopping with a cough when Isaac turned to face him.

"Anyways, I'm gonna go take a nap. You two enjoy," Isaac smirked. "By the way, your book is upside down, Derek."

Derek sputtered and accidentally threw the book off his lap, making Stiles burst into giggles. Derek’s grumpy expression immediately turned soft and fond and he gazed adoringly at Stiles who continued to make fun of him.

"Idiots," Isaac mumbled under his breath, heading up to his room.

Being Derek’s right hand, Boyd had gotten to know Derek a lot better. They had become fast friends once the lingering threats to their lives had gone away. They shared an easy comradarie, maybe because they were similar in a lot of aspects.

And because they spent a lot of time together, Boyd knew something was up with Derek. The man had never seen Derek act this way before and he was getting concerned.

They were at their weekly Alpha-Right hand catch up session and Derek kept chuckling and blushing at his phone. Blushing. Until a few months ago, Boyd had never even seen Derek genuinely smile. And now he was laughing so openly.

When Derek's attention drifted to his with another notification, Boyd asked, "Girlfriend?"

"Uh, what?" Derek asked, caught off-guard. "Well, kind of."

"Kind of?" Boyd quipped.

Before Derek could answer, his phone lit up with a call notification. Derek smacked the phone to his chest but not quick enough, because Boyd saw the picture of Stiles and his number saved as 'baby love♥️'.

Boyd grinned as Derek swiftly accepted the call and put it to his ear. The volume on the phone was turned low enough that Boyd couldn't hear what the other person was saying, but he could tell that it was definitely a guy and definitely Stiles.

Derek spoke in hushed tones, humming more than speaking with words. But Boyd did catch the 'ok, baby, see you soon' from Derek.

When Derek put his phone down, Boyd gave him a knowing look and asked, "Need to go somewhere?"

"Yeah, sorry, dude. I'll see you later," Derek replied before making a hasty exit.

He had even started picking up on Stiles' vocabulary, Boyd thought with a sigh.

Before turning into a werewolf, Erica had had a huge crush on Stiles, she still did a little bit. Don't get her wrong, she absolutely loved Boyd but Stiles would always be someone special to her. He was the one who saw her as more than just her epilepsy, treated her like an actual human being unlike the other kids at school. It was even better now that they were best friends. Batman and Catwoman.

Erica adored him and adored spending time with him. She loved that Stiles was up for anything, going shopping, getting manicures and even trying on sexy underwear with her.

Which is why she was feeling neglected now that Stiles had started cancelling on her a little more. Not every single time, but now instead of hanging out every evening they only got together 4 to 5 times a week. Erica knew she was being a little ridiculous but how dare someone steal her best friend.

When Stiles declined her invite to go get frozen yoghurt and visit their favorite thrift store, Erica decided to find out for herself what was keeping him so busy.

She ran to his house and upon noticing his beloved Jeep in the driveway, grinned ferally. She quietly went to the side of the house, scaling the building and tip toeing over to his window.

The sight before her almost made her fall off the roof. Stiles was on his hands and knees on the bed, a growling, beta shifted Derek behind him, pounding into his ass while gripping his waist tightly.

Erica was slightly concerned that Derek didn't even seem to notice her. She was also furious that Stiles cancelled on her for just a fuck. She was about to barge into the room, privacy be damned, when Derek draped his body over Stiles', continuing his thrusts as he grunted, "Mm, love you, baby. Look at you, doing so well for me, taking me so well like you were made for me. Tell me, baby love, were you made just for me?"

"F-fuck, Der, yeah, just for you. Love you, love you, love you, don't stop, please."

"I'll give you what you need, baby," Derek crooned and that's all Erica needed before she slunk off back to her place. Nobody needed to know that she jumped Boyd as soon as she got home.

While Peter and Derek were not as close as they once had been, he still knew his nephew pretty well, had practically raised him himself since Talia was frequently busy as the pack alpha.

He had known the instant he had met Stiles that he was someone important, even in his feral state his wolf hadn't wanted to hurt Stiles, could already feel a pack bond with him. And the first time he saw Derek and Stiles interact, he instantly knew why. Stiles was Derek's mate. Now, he was just waiting for the two to catch up.

Although, he had a sneaking suspicion that they already had. On multiple surfaces across the loft. Peter wrinkled his nose as he took a seat at the dining table in front of Derek, Stiles humming and cooking in the kitchen. The open floor plan allowed Stiles to be visible and Peter amusedly watched as Derek's eyes remained glued to Stiles' shaking ass as he danced around.

"Have a good morning, nephew?" Peter grinned slyly.

"The usual," Derek mumbled, finally tearing his eyes off Stiles.

"I can smell."

"What?!" Derek and Stiles exclaimed at the same time, whipping around to stare at him.

"I said, I can tell," Peter smirked, watching the two unsubtly give each other looks of relief.

Stiles then pranced out the kitchen with three plates balanced in his arms, announcing, "Breakfast!"

He first set a plate full of eggs, bacon and waffles in front of Derek. Instinctively, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Derek's cheek, freezing in shock afterwards.

He giggled nervously and stood straight up, and Derek's rapidly reddening ears did not escape Peter's notice. He then placed a plate in front of Peter and after a little hesistance, leaned down to place a swift kiss on Peter's cheek as well.

Peter's eyebrows flew to his hair at the action and Derek let out a menacing snarl, tamping it down with a sip of his coffee.

"Trying out a new tradition. This is what they do in Europe, you know," Stiles stammered, taking a seat next to Derek and stuffing his face with food.

"I think we should tell the pack about us," Stiles rushed out, tensely waiting for Derek's reaction.

They were lying in Derek's bed, naked and sweaty, Stiles sprawled on Derek's chest.

"Me too," Derek quietly agreed.

"Really?!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Don't sound so shocked. I can't handle you giving them cheek kisses anymore," Derek grumbled, arms tightening around Stiles. "Your cheek kisses are mine, all mine."

Stiles patted his chest and giggled, "At tonight's pack meeting then?"

"Yes, please."

They laid in bed until they heard the pack start to arrive. As they dressed, Stiles put on Derek's henley instead of his own t-shirt, drowning in the material.

"You look so cute in my clothes, you should only wear these from now on," Derek rumbled, hugging Stiles' back to his chest.

"Whatever you say, big guy," Stiles whispered, baring his neck for Derek to scent mark.

"Mm, good boy," Derek mumbled, kissing the edge of Stiles' jaw. He pulled away and grasped Stiles' hand in his own, starting to walk them downstairs with a, "Let's do this, baby."

They figured Derek's Henley on Stiles and the hand holding would be enough for them figure it out, so they simply stood in front of the tv in the middle of the living room.

The entire pack gave them weird looks and Jackson snarked, "You guys are blocking the fucking tv, get out of the way."

"Uh, hello?" Stiles flailed, frowning at them. He exaggeratedly gestured to their intertwined hands and exclaimed, "Can you guys not see us?"

"We can but we can't see the tv," Isaac complained.

Derek and Stiles turned towards each other with matching baffled looks on their faces. "What is going on?" Stiles whispered and Derek just shrugged in response.

"Um, excuse me," Stiles said, when the pack started talking to each other, ignoring the two of them standing in front of them. "We're trying to tell you we're dating? We love each other?"

"Are you telling us or asking us?" Peter snickered.

"This is huge deal! What the fuck is wrong with you guys?!" Stiles shrieked. He pointed at Erica and screamed, "I thought you would at least pass out!"

"Uh, I can try holding my breath if you want," Erica teasingly offered.

"You don't believe us?" Stiles asked, hurt lacing his tone. Derek immediately pulled him closer, wrapping a protective arm around his shoulders.

"We already know, its not a big deal," Lydia rolled her eyes.

"This is not the reaction I wanted, at least one of you should have fainted!" Stiles grumbled.

"I'm pretty sure Scott doesn't know and he's walking up right now...," Isaac drawled.

As soon as the door opened to a beaming Scott, Stiles pulled Derek into a searing kiss, tongue licking into his mouth immediately as Derek's hands slid down to just above his ass.

Stiles pulled away when he heard a thud and looked at the entryway to see Scott laying unconscious in a heap. "Better," Stiles happily sighed.

"Brat," Derek fondly grunted, picking Stiles up and carrying him to the couch, sinking down between Erica and Lydia with Stiles secured in his lap.

#sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #derek and stiles #derek x stiles #lydia martin #isaac lahey #vernon boyd #peter hale #erica reyes #scott mccall #sterek fanfic #sterek imagine #answered ask #5+1 things #secret relationships

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lavenderchqn · 2 days ago

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✧・| it's TV time!

— world of television works in mysterious ways. one thing that's current is that some background stars stay in memories forever.

content warnings: mentions of alcohol; mentions of dead bodies (it's not bodies though); geese. Also inspired by some silly kpop moments ₍^. .^₎⟆

this set of scenarios has been requested by anon!

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

All the boats are lovely. The city’s all-known parade is finally here, and the local news station reports on the event. In the background, you can barely make out someone pushing another one and slipping on the hilltop themselves. Karma? Oh, absolutely.

Poor Aether.

He’s come with the cold mere days before the parade. He’s been so excited to experience it for the first time with you. And yet here he is… Stuck under blankets with a stuffy nose living vicariously through the people on TV. Aether even told you to attend the parade, so that at least one of you had the memories of it.

As one of the boats is announced something in the background catches his eye. Somebody in a very similar outfit to yours just slipped on the hilltop… Wait a second, THAT IS YOU.

The blond’s laughter gets mixed with coughs as he realises what just happened. With tears streaming from his eyes, he grabs his phone to send you a text.

Oh, Aether will remember this parade for his life. Despite spending it under blankets.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

It’s pouring outside. The poor television crew is stuck in the rain, reporting on the situation. Out of nowhere, the presenter is handed a crate full of dandelion-flavoured beer. Free of charge and to be drunk after the shoot.

“Oh, we will drink that after this is done.” The presenter moves the crate out of frame, muttering to themselves. The donor disappeared off the screen as quickly as they appeared. A nice gesture, making their day. Nobody would like to be out in this weather, seriously.

Venti’s lazing around the couch, watching TV. How nice it’d be if he were gifted a crate of alcohol one of these days. Although that person is familiar— Now, hold on!

He gets up in the blink of an eye, rushing for his alcohol stash. The person on the TV was you. Did you swindle one of his stolen crates? Surely not!

Alas, a crate of Mondstadt’s best dandelion beer is gone. On the other hand, there’s a handwritten note left on the table. With enough money to cover another stack! Way to go, 2-for-1 deal.

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

A casual retelling. Cautionary tale that’s calling out to all wig-craftsmen. The news reporting on an individual whose business almost put them in jail. Just because it made it seem like they had a dead body in their trunk.

It’s fascinating, Xiao thinks. The crime news reports are his favourite source of behaviour to be studied. They range from stupid to morbidly idiotic. How they survive in the world is a true mystery.

“Ma’m,” The police officer says, knocking on an eerily familiar door. The neighbourhood is one Xiao had seen before, that’s for sure. Oh, oh damn. He notices some hair sticking out of the car’s trunk. Don’t you drive a car like this? The colour matches and everything.

“Fucking hell…” Xiao’s eyes go wide, realising what’s going on. It is your car, your house and your voice. Your voice is so nervous when you see the situation. “Oh, that’s a wig!” You're mortified. Perhaps he should call you?

Yeah, he probably should.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

The exhibit is exquisite. The educational masterpiece on land and sea turtles. The news is about the first visitors and their experience at the exhibit. What, however, catches everyone’s eye is not the creatures. But instead, it’s on an adult standing their ground.

“I like turtles!” An annoyed shout echoes through the room. As the camera (and all the other passerby) turn in the direction of the noise, the captured footage is nothing you’d expect. An adult arguing with a child. Over turtles.

Heizou, who decided to stay home and let you experience the exhibits beforehand, didn’t need to see the camera pan over to you. The voice was enough to tick him off. He pinches his nose slightly, trying not to chuckle.

He’s certain the child overstepped his boundaries and tried to shame you for being an adult who enjoys turtles. The tone and posture point to those. And you know what? The next time he has time off, you’ll have a date at the exhibit. He is not letting a child scold you for your hobbies.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

It’s supposed to be a calm day. Reporting during the summer heatwave. Showing how the people are combating the atrocious weather. But, from the corner of your eye, you can see a person who's chased by a flock of geese.

“— Jump in the pool!” Some passersby say when faced with the question. The interviewer is going from person to person and asking them the same question. Solutions to combat heat.

Kazuha sighs, lounging on the balcony. He’s like a cat, soaking up all the heat from the heated deck. Had he had any speck of green in his hair, you could argue he’s performing photosynthesis. How funny — when everyone’s dying from the heatwave, Kazuha’s thriving.

A poor background character catches his attention. An unfortunate soul who's chased by a flock of birds. Must be geese— Hold on.

Kazuha sits up and actually goes to watch the program. There’s only a single person who’d get in trouble like that. Yep, you. Oh god. “Please don’t lose an arm, love.” He sighs.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑

The announcement is nothing special. A local journalist is relaying information about the campaign's success. Your city has been replanting as many trees as possible. And yet, the Internet pays attention to a singular thing — a person walking their cat on a leash.

“As you can see, all the trees prepared, how now’ve been planted—“ The news reporter says, a smile gracing their face.

In all honesty, Wanderer is not even watching. With a book in hand, he’s only playing the television in the background due to his music app not working. “—Oh, what a cute kitty! We have the first visitor, everyone.” He can hear.

Oh, right. A cat. Wanderer was supposed to feed the cat, wasn’t he? He can already here your upset ramblings the second you come back. But shouldn’t Kabuki be meowing? Wanderer gets up to search for the cat, when something on the TV catches his attention.

It’s Kabuki. The cat being cooed at is his cat. Your cat. On a walk. On a leash.

“Of, fucking, course.” He murmurs. Of course if somebody’s walking a cat it’s you. His bloody idiot.

𝐈𝐅𝐀

The concert is electric. You finally get your chance at an event you have waited to attend for multiple years, with every news station reporting on it. As the artist shares some personal comments about “gaining weight”, there’s only one voice heard. Yours.

“WHAT WEIGHT?!” Your voice overwhelms the entire world — the stage, the television, the internet. Everyone is paying attention to the one person who would not let the artist feel bad about their appearance.

Ifa’s not with you when he hears the comment. He’s currently stuck in his veterinary clinic, filling out paperwork with the news playing on his laptop. The second he hears it, a mixture of emotions brews inside him.

He’s so proud. And embarrassed. Mostly proud, though. It takes courage to state the obvious, when the room is silent.

Ifa will be sure to acknowledge your act of bravery the second he sees you back. Whatever that time is.

date of posting — july 2nd 2025

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screamlet · 4 hours ago

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For the cuddling prompts. 24, which I think could be really interesting, or 11 or 21. Whichever inspires you. =)

omg thank you for this! this is for: cuddling between strangers (24) and post-coital (11). ~600ish words. S3 AU where buck and tommy are strangers who hook up in the direct aftermath of the tsunami. so, uh, kind of related to "in the water" (21), too.

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In the middle of the night, Tommy wakes up coughing, then gasps for air like he's drowning, then opens his eyes to a guy pinning him to his bed, heavy hands on his shoulders. "You're awake," the guy says, but it's a chant, a rush of words spilling into each other: you're awake you're awake you're awake.

Tommy catches his breath. He moves his hands so he can grab onto the guy's wrists and nod. "You are, too. You're awake. We're here. We're okay."

That shakes the guy—Evan, thank god he remembered his name—out of it. They stare at each other in the dark of Tommy's bedroom, chests still heaving and terror in their eyes. "We're okay," Tommy repeats.

"We're okay," Evan echoes, then lays down next to Tommy again. He's hesitant, now, but Tommy's not; he needed a body tonight and Evan was more than willing, but maybe it's all sinking in (ha). He takes slow, deep breaths as he holds Evan, who's still trembling.

"I can't stop feeling the water," Evan whispers. "Like it's still moving around me."

"I'm here. I'm not moving. I'm not going anywhere."

Evan laughs and gives in, their naked bodies close again under the sheets, but they want warmth, not heat right now. "How long did they give you?"

"Four days. How about you?"

"Three. Um. It's complicated, actually."

"Is it?"

"I'm recovering from something so I'm on light duty with my station now, so." Evan shivers again. "They won't miss me."

Tommy laughs. "Still gotta go to work, you know."

"Three days, then," Evan says. "It's like two steps forward, one step back, like I'd be back at my light duty shift tomorrow except I—"

"You almost drowned in a tsunami?"

Evan nods, and he laughs, too, but Tommy can hear the teariness in his voice. "Can one thing go right?" He catches himself suddenly, and reaches for Tommy's face, his fingers brushing his jawline. "You're pretty okay."

Tommy laughs and leans into the touch, bravely pushes his body closer to Evan's. "I mean, I think so."

"What were you dreaming about?"

He wants to say, don't ask that, but that's—that's why they found each other. A tsunami had hit Los Angeles and Tommy had been in the air when it did, watching the wave sweep through the city like a light breeze. He had been about to land at Harbor after a call and instead watched two helicopters (near the water, at Harbor Station) get swept away like they were nothing.

He was dreaming about bodies. He'd been frantically busy working with dispatch and other houses to report on what was happening on the ground, but he left out one crucial detail: bodies floating everywhere. Some still struggling, some holding on, so many swept away beneath him, so many lifeless ones floating along with the current. That was only yesterday. That's why he can't sleep.

That's why tonight he had wandered to the last queer bar standing and picked up this guy who had cuts and exhaustion all over his face. He looked as haunted as Tommy felt. That's why they ended up in bed together, fucking to forget and holding each other as they remembered.

"Bodies," Tommy says quietly. "That's what I can't stop seeing."

He feels Evan (Evan, Evan Buckley, everyone calls me Buck but—but Evan's good, too, I like the way you say it) press a leg between Tommy's and push closer to him. "Hold onto mine," Evan says, and he does, and he will.

#911 fic #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan #tevan fic #my writing #my fic #evan buckley #tommy kinard #writing games #writing games: cuddle prompts #and now another blue prince run

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massiv3tr33p3rsona · 2 days ago

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Sorry For Everything (Part I) | Sinners Multi Pairings

Home Series Finale Part I.

Pairing (s): Annie (Sinners) x Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore (Sinners) x Lucinda (Black Fem OC) (Woman in Top Left: Yseult), Valerie (Black Fem Vampire OC) (Woman in Middle: Nicole Beharie) x Sammie ‘Preacher Boy’ Moore (Sinners) x Pearline (Sinners), Valerie x Elias ‘Stack’ Moore (Sinners) and Valerie x Lucinda

Summary: After Stack escapes after being reborn as a vampire with Valerie revealing herself as one and being on their side, the group is now preparing to take on Remmick’s growing vampire cult amongst their ever growing harassment.

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI!), a bit lengthy angst, vampirism, emotional feelings, death/rebirth, self sacrifice, violence, blood, breastfeeding (flashback), mentions of racism and slavery, cursing, smoking, drinking

Dividers Made By: @cursed-carmine

Parts: I • II • III • IV.II • Epilogue • Prequel

A/N I: I do apologize for taking forever with this, but things have been so busy at work and I was trying to finish everything else I began writing on. I also may have reference: a song off Cowboy Carter.

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Grace continuously looks out the window to see where Bo was as Slim and Sammie picked up the broken door, putting it against the wall.

Pearline puts a bandage over her cut as Lucinda leans against a pole while Annie is mapping out a plan in the poker room.

Sitting on the floor, laid against the stage as Smoke, now in his bloody undershirt, sits in a chair in front of Valerie, who is tugging at her dress, not looking at him.

“….when did this happen?” he asks, moving his gun up and down.

Valerie looks at him, her eyes puffy and a little red from crying.

“The night I jumped off the bridge.” she said quietly.

“Turns out, I survived, but my body was paralyzed. Hence how I washed up on a dock, but couldn’t move.” she added.

“Was it him who turned you?” as he points his head towards the window.

Valerie shakes her head, moving a bit more to be in his view.

“No. We don’t share the same maker.”

“Makers? You mean there’s more of you out there?” asked Lucinda.

Valerie nods her head, coughing a bit from the stench of garlic on her leg.

“Every continent has them. At least that’s what I was told when I was first starting to learn about all of…..*this.” as she waves her hand over herself.

“So where’s your maker?” asked Pearline, walking up.

“…dead. Remmick killed him.”

Smoke stands up, walking to grab a cigarette from his coat.

“Keep an eye on her.” he says to Lucinda, which she walks up and sits in the chair.

“Who’s Remmick?” asked Sammie, walking over.

“That man who was at the door with his followers who was acting odd and interested in you.” as Valerie looked at him.

“Same one who attacked me and the Native hunters earlier. He was saw in your head when you were performing, dancing with the spirits.” she added, horrifying him.

“You saw that too?” asked a stunned Lucinda as she walked up, kneeling in front of her.

Everyone looked at her with shock, with Annie coming out to hear the rest.

“You were there?”

“Yeah.” as she nodded. “I was just dancing with Annie when the blurry vision took over me the first time. Saw the spirits dancing around……it was beautiful.” she added, smiling a bit.

“You didn’t hear me calling for help? I fell during it.”

Lucinda shook her head no as she got up, walking to the kitchen to retrieve something.

“I heard someone asking for help, but didn’t think much of it. You were also dancing, so it didn’t seem like you were hurt or anything.”

“……you didn’t see Remmick when everyone was dancing after the juke burned down, huh?” asked Valerie.

Lucinda shook her head, pulling out a first aid kit before walking back over.

“What are you about to do?” asked Smoke, an intense glare on his face.

“The garlic is clearly burning her, so I’m cleaning it out.” she replied, hearing him jump up.

“What if she attacks you, Lu? And you and the baby become exactly like her, Stack, Mary, and Cornbread?!”

“I don’t eat innocent people. I eat people who are evil!” yelled Valerie.

Smoke points his gun at her, cocking it again.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Fuck you.” she replied quickly.

“Smoke, I think we should hear her out.” said Pearline as she walks to him, but he points the gun at her.

“Stay out of this.” he said, now fully heated.

“Get that gun out of her face!” yelled Sammie, slapping it away and stepping to him.

The men eye each other down before Slim and Grace separates them, as Annie walks up, eyeing Valerie down.

“Be careful with the kit.” she said, kneeling in front of them.

“I will.” Lucinda replied as she looks through it.

“…..you.” as Annie looks at Valerie.

Valerie eyes her, thinking what is she about to do as Annie examines her long fingers and fangs, a peculiar expression on her face.

“How come she wasn’t able to see Remmick, but you two were able to see and be in Sammie’s head?” she asked.

Valerie thought about it for a second as Lucinda took out cotton balls, cloth, and an unidentifiable solid.

“…..You guys don’t have anyone who has a rare skill that pops up every few generations?”

“Depends on what you tell me.”

Lucinda begins cleaning the wounds, hearing Valerie wince.

“This is the best I can do to not burn you.” she said, continuing.

“….well, since Lucinda is not a vampire, I’m able to see certain spirits, but not all. Meanwhile, he can see all of them. But he can’t hear their thoughts like I can. I can also smell and feel when a vampire or something else is near, which explains how Lucinda can sense him.” Valerie replied.

“How come?” asked Slim.

“……his maker is the devil.”

The room went silent after that reveal, as Pearline walked closer, kneeling.

“What makes you two different?” she asked, examining Valerie.

“And why am I not behaving like y’all?” she added, pointing to the scar from her slicing her with the dagger.

“I can’t float like he can. He has more strength and speed. Mind control too, hence why Stack, Mary, and Cornbread sounded the way they did.”

“But like I said earlier: he can’t hear thoughts like I can. And he can’t really detect a vampire in front of him unless they do something that is noticeable.” she added.

“But both of you can see spirits in the same vision, without noticing each other.” said Sammie.

“Correct.” as she looks at her Pearline. “As for your second question, I only licked a little bit of your blood instead of biting and sucking like we normally do.”

Smoke scoffs, walking off.

“We normally do. You almost turned Pearline and here you are, saying it as if it’s common.” he utters, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“Would you prefer if I did?”

Pearline snaps her eyes at her, shaking her head as Smoke laughs uncomfortably, taking a sip.

“I preferred if you wasn’t reborn as a killer and invaded our space.” he replied, looking at her.

“Well, I didn’t kill Stack. Mary did.”

“And that’s suppose to make me trust you?”

“You trusted me all them times back in Chicago. What’s so different for now because I’m now a vampire?”

“How do I know you’re not covering just to help Remmick out?”

“…..nigga, I ran away from him as soon as I could. You call that me helping his evil ass?!”

“People go back to something they hate”

“Oh, that’s some shit he would say to Mary and I’m telling you, and the rest of y’all right now: I’m not her and he’s not him because we’re both smart enough to stay away from something so stupid even if we are that.”

“Wow……” Smoke said with a surprised expression.

“You would say that about him.”

“Because all of this could’ve been avoided if he wasn’t a whore.” she added

“You watch your mouth.” he said, but Annie mouths *stop to him.

“You’re just say that throw us off so you can lay out your plan to kill all of us.” he added.

Valerie lets outs a stiff laugh before laying back, slowly becoming annoyed by him.

“I don’t know, Elijah. She’s not acting like how they did.” said Lucinda, patching her leg up.

“Or going belligerent.” added Annie.

“Or still has that blood infused haze on her.” said Sammie.

“Like Mary did.” he added, looking down.

Pearline consoles him, feeling him cry.

“She-she said “We’re gonna kill all of you” again when she ran out.” he cried out.

Valerie nodded, seeing the memory of finding out Eros dying when she got that random sting on her chest play.

“Same thing I heard when he killed Eros.” she whispered.

Smoke rolls his eyes, taking a seat.

“If you wanna deal with her, be my guest.” he said, taking out a cigarette.

“You have no choice, Elijah.” said Valerie, watching him look away from her.

“Should we go look for Bo?” Grace asked, stepping up.

“He’s been gone for a while now and should’ve been back already.” she added.

Valerie, Pearline, Sammie, Lucinda, and Annie gave each other a “who’s gonna tell her?” look as Slim looks at her, trying to find the right words.”

“Grace…..with all due respect, I think they got to him.” he replied, an uncomfortable smile on his face.

“Don’t say that!” she yelled back, anger consuming her.

“He would’ve been back by now. They got Cornbread and Stack just ran out as one of them so….” he replied, shrugging a bit.

Grace shakes her head, walking away.

“Knew we shouldn’t have came here.” she mumbled.

Valerie laughs as Lucinda finish wrapping her leg, cleaning her hands.

“But you did because you knew the twins were gonna pay you a lot.” said Valerie, looking at her.

Grace stops, turning to her.

“You don’t know shit.”

“Oh I don’t?” as Valerie slowly gets up, still feeling the numbness.

“I think I know a little more about everyone in here than what you think because you’re letting fear slowly take over.” she added, watching Grace roll her eyes.

“I think Smoke should kill you since you’re the reason we’re in this mess.”

Valerie lets out a haunting laugh as her fangs retracts and her fingers go back to normal, sending a chill down everyone’s spine.

“So it’s my fault that I just happened to stumble across a juke joint ran by my ex-boyfriend and his brother, his wife and her girlfriend, their little cousin and a beautiful woman and friends that they told stories about when I was still alive?” she uttered.

“…..she dated Stack?” asked Sammie in a quiet voice.

“Long, long time ago, Sammie.” said Pearline.

“….You knew?!” he asked in a surprised tone.

“Figured they had something when he saw her the first time tonight. Said “I thought you were dead” and shit. It’s a lot.”

“Calm down.” whispered Annie.

Valerie looks at her, somberness in her expression.

“Annie…..with all due respect, I need her to hear what I’m bout to say that will greatly explain everything right now. And I know you and Lu would know because this is what the both of you practice to protect yourselves.” she said, looking at the mojo bags hanging from her and Lucinda’s necks.

Annie was about to respond, but Lucinda stops her as Valerie walks to Grace, stopping a few feet in front of her.

“Grace, you and everyone were already in this mess before I even got here. We’re in the south for crying out loud. These crackas are never nice to us black folks and your folks as well, even if they’re on the good side. But business with the SmokeStack Twins?”

Valerie exhaled, shaking her head.

“You just got connected to a never ending web right there.”

“Since you Mrs. Know It All, what do you know about me? Since this is the first time we’re meeting.” asked Grace, arms crossed.

“……easy.” as Valerie smiled.

“Another thing me and Remmick share is that we can also see memories in people’s heads. He does it a little differently for me, but I only use it if I feel like I need to.” as she looked everyone else.

Smoke turns around, watching both women from his spot.

“Bo served with the twins in the war. You met him as you was his nurse, didn’t speak an ounce of English. You nursed him back to health while also falling for him. You two got married as soon as Annie and Smoke did and a few years later, you had Lisa. He was offered to go to Chicago with them, but he turned it down to start that convenience store business that’s in downtown, making a note to open a second one across the street.”

Grace was about to respond, but Valerie holds her hand up, stopping her.

“That was what they told me when I first started hanging around them in Chicago. Don’t think I just knew all that off your memories.” as she smirked, scaring Grace a bit.

“Since I only can be awake at night, let’s see what happened earlier today.” as she closed her eyes, feeling herself steps into Grace’s memories from her view.

“You were running the second store when Lisa came to get you, said Bo needed you. You went and that’s how you were reunited with Smoke. He asked you to make two signs that were due by tonight since they were opening and he paid you. Red is the only color you guys had and you threw those flowers you had in a vase. However, you wasn’t worried about what might happen working with them. You were actually happy to be around here.” as she opened her eyes again.

“And from my understanding, Bo always did favors for the twins, and you helped him because you knew them long enough to do so. So explain to me….” as she stepped closer, making Grace back up a bit.

“How is any of this my fault when you’re the one who also contribute to it?”

“That’s enough.” said Smoke, getting up.

“Better yet: how did you overlook the warning signs of what was gonna happen instead of staying home and being a good mom to little ol Lisa?”

Grace was slowly getting upset, about to hit her but stops, turning away to hide the tears.

“I said that’s enough, Valerie.” said Smoke, getting in between them.

“…..fine.” she replied, turning away.

“But I’m not wrong. Clearly everyone came here to have a good time” as she begins walking.

“Slim came to get drunk and play the piano as he’s well respected for.” as she looks at him.

“Annie and Lucinda came to cook and dance with the bun in the oven after you fucked them earlier today.” as she looks at them, both getting a surprise look on their face.

“Pearline….sweet and beautiful who came to see the young fella play and away from that useless husband of hers.” as she looks at her.

“And Preacher Boy Sammie Moore. The rising blues star who wants to break away from the church upbringings he’s in.” as she looks at him.

“That you also fucked.” uttered Smoke, making her turn around.

They stared at each other for a bit before she busts out laughing, watching him get even more angry.

“Lucinda told you that? Because what she saw is not what happened.” she said.

“Sammie ate me and Pearline out. I left before they started fucking because he was hers first.”

“Still outright low of you.”

“Oh, let’s not talk about what’s low and what’s not. Especially during your separated from Annie days.”

Smoke laughs, in disbelief at her saying that.

“Starting to understand why you and Smoke didn’t make it.” he revealed, nodding his head.

“You thought you could change him, but really. You were just something for him to be in until Mary came back around.” he added.

Valerie nodded, not hurt by that statement as everyone slowly got up, not sure what was gonna be said next

“Even in death, you’re still taking up for him when he almost got you two killed.” she said.

“Valerie…” said Pearline.

“Yeah? He’s my brother. And my brother would never sleep with your cousin and their partner many years after y’all two did.”

“But getting your wife’s girlfriend pregnant in a ritual is fine though.”

“Now you know that’s diff-“ said Lucinda, but she gets cut off.

“IS IT?!” Valerie asked loudly, spinning around to look at everyone, watching in shock.

“I get why you did that, and I don’t shame you or Annie, but you and him clearly did the deed while he’s trying to shame me for something that didn’t happen.” she added, getting hot.

“And I’m sorry for that. I am.” said Lucinda, looking apologetic.

“And I forgive you because in the end, we have to survive the night. But how can we when Smoke is trying to get me out?”

“Cause you’re not suppose to be here. You’re suppose to be in the grave like we last saw you.” he utters, stepping closer.

“You died three years ago. Couldn’t believe it because you seemed perfectly fine that day, crying over him, but assuring me you were gonna be okay. Saying that you loved me and hope I get back to Annie soon so we can try again.”

“You protected us throughout our time there, saying you can’t wait till they get everyone else so you can finally start rebuilding Chicago back how it used to be before they took over. Always kept your head up.” as he stopped, eyeing her down.

“Now I don’t know who this demonic spirit is, standing in front of me.” he adds, looking at her in disgust.

Valerie nods, looking at Annie before looking at Smoke.

“Your brother is the reason why I jumped off that bridge that day. Instead of being upfront that he was seeing Mary again, I saw them kissing on the streets when I was coming home from work at the center, which is why I ran to you and told you everything. When I came home, he was confused on why I was crying, so I confronted him about it!” she yelled, scaring everyone.

She calms down, relaxing herself as she continued.

“Got into a long fight that ended with him saying it was over and that I was never going to be his forever girl, hence why he went back to Mary. But you don’t care cause you knew this.” she replied.

“And cause Stack is your brother, you stood by him. Like you always do. I applaud Annie for even still having love for you, despite abandoning her.” she added, watching his jaw clench.

“You better stop.” he said, whispering in a dark tone.

“Does she know you and Stack double teamed a girl on the one year anniversary of your daughter’s death? Which is the same day you stop sending letters to her? Since we’re in an airing business out mood now.”

Smoke closed his eyes, clenching his fists as Valerie smiles devilishly, knowing she went very low as Annie backed up, hurt by the reveal.

“Why would you say that?” asked Sammie.

“Because this man is just as messed up as Stack and expects me to bow down still after death cause he big and scary? Nahh. Fuck that. And him.” replied Valerie, pointing at Smoke.

“Now Analise knows her daddy stopped caring about her for one day just to get his rocket shot off.” she added.

A gasp is heard as they all step back, except for Annie.

She walks up and slaps Valerie very hard, making her walk back a bit.

“You don’t mention my child’s name in an evil way!” she yelled.

Valerie looks up, the sting brewing on her cheek as her fangs comes out, hissing at her.

“Evil already took her since you owe them a soul.” she replied.

Smoke, now infuriated, takes out his gun and shoots at her.

She dodges each bullet as she runs around, with him following behind and everyone telling him to stop as Slim and Sammie hold him back, watching her run up the stairs.

“Yeah, you better run!” yelled Lucinda as she comforts Annie, who is now crying.

Pearline rubs her face in shock, can’t believe she just witnessed that as Grace feels herself slowly beginning to crack, waiting for Bo.

“Please hurry.” she whispers, looking out the window.

On the other side stood Stack and Mary, watching with a smile on their faces, happy that they’re falling apart in there.

“Now, all we have to do is get Valerie on our side. She’ll be the easiest one to go after.” said Mary.

“Or Grace. She’s about to crack any minute now.” said Stack.

“Leave that up to me.” said a familiar voice.

They looked at their left, where they see their leader standing next to them, his red eyes glowing.

“I got a great plan.” said Remmick.

“Just follow my lead.” he added.

Stack and Mary nodded as he smiled, looking at the juke joint.

A few hours go by as Annie, Lucinda, and Smoke are in the poker room, looking down at the map Annie made out of things she had in the kitchen: rice, wood, mini bottles of salt, pieces of glass, and threads from her dress.

Smoke has a little shake in his hands, still upset that Valerie revealed him and Stack sleeping with Hollie like that and insulting his deceased daughter.

“…..I tried to tell y’all about her.” said Lucinda.

“Yet, you were the main one helping her by tending to her wounds.” said Smoke, looking at her.

“Well, she saved your life. She knows I’m pregnant, despite the child not even developing yet. She had the same vision as me, she can hear everything. I’m not allowed to help back?”

“People like her don’t deserve help. Especially when they’re not suppose to be in places they’re not allowed in.”

“Gee, my bad for having a heart.”

“It is. Cause having one got us here.”

“Did it, Elijah? Because last time I check, gangsters don’t have hearts when they’re out, causing trouble.”

Smoke scoffs, turning his head.

“Going back to your old self before we made love.” he utters, annoyed.

“It was fine before you came back.” replied Lucinda as she walks away, passing by Annie.

She looks out of the entrance, particularly towards the door.

“That woman sure knew how to blend with everyone easily.” she utters, shaking her head.

“Too bad Sammie and Pearline fell for it.” as she looks at the latter chatting while looking out of the window.

“Cause we knew her.” said Smoke.

“Stack probably didn’t notice she was off. Maybe the eyes should’ve been a dead giveaway, but she was being exactly how she was in Chicago.”

Lucinda says ‘mm’ as she turns around, watching Annie look at what she made, thoughts racing into her head.

“While I did have my suspicions…..I can’t help but be on her side.” said Annie, looking at her two lovers.

“What?!” said both Lucinda and Smoke, making Annie to motion them to relax.

“I know. Sounds a bit crazy coming from me, but listen here.” as she walks up to them.

“She didn’t come here to purposely bring in the devil as she stated all night. He was already on his way here and she just happened to come at the right time in his eyes.” as she points at the door.

Smoke takes out a cigarette, lighting it quickly to calm himself.

“And she has done some things, said some things that seems like she’s associated with them……but she’s been telling the truth all night.” as she looks up, sensing Valerie is above her.

“And you know it, Lu. Since you are exactly like her, just in a different way.”

Lucinda looks away, knowing she’s telling the truth.

“So you’re saying I should just get over what she said about Analise, huh?” uttered Smoke.

Annie sighs, leaning up against the table.

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you vouching her?”

“When she was here…..I sensed nothing bad. She didn’t give danger, wanting to hurt us. Nothing. When I was in front of Remmick, I sensed bad things, but didn’t think it was serious. Until it took Stack.”

Annie places her hand over his heart, squeezing it a bit as Smoke looks down, wrapping his hand around her.

“You said people like her are not suppose to be in places they’re not allowed in.” said Lucinda.

“Imagine how she felt when you and him came to Chicago, adding onto the ruckus them Italians and Irish was causing up there.” she added, stepping closer.

“Now you know that’s different.” he said, removing Annie’s hand.

“Is it?” asked Annie, a stoic look on her face.

“And throughout your time up there, while wearing the mojo bag, who made sure to hide valid information from the Feds so you and Elias didn’t get caught up?” asked Lucinda.

“Who made sure you two knew Chicago well enough, even if she didn’t want y’all ruining the city more?”

“And who introduced you to all them people you call family, friends, and lovers up there?” asked Annie.

Smoke looked at both women before inhaling smoke, blowing it out.

“People can switch. And she did exactly that.” he said, bitterness in his tone.

“Elias pushed her to it. He did her dirty just to go back to Mary for what? First love feelings coming back?” said Annie.

“She could’ve just moved on like I told her to when she told me that.”

“And that just makes it okay to let him get away with his behavior?”

“I don’t wanna hear this.” as he begins to walk out, but Lucinda steps in front to prevent him from leaving.

“Lu, if you don’t get the fuck out of my way.”

“Its that anyway to speak to the mother of your unborn son?” asked Lucinda, a glare in her eyes.

“You don’t even know if it’s a boy.”

“Yet she can sense it.”

Smoke lets out a laugh, walking backwards as he turns to Annie, who eyes him down.

“You acting exactly like the day you left me.” said Annie.

“Distressed, in disbelief, not wanting to hear what I have to say about you running off with Stack again…..exactly like that day.”

“The day when I asked you why not of that shit saved Analise? That day?” he asked, getting closer.

“You still don’t have an answer because you know it doesn’t work all the time. Just won’t admit it, even eight years later. Even when I’m mourning my brother.”

“So you tried to forget it by fucking someone else and stop writing to me? Hm? Her and I didn’t mean much to you anymore?”

Smoke looks down, feeling his chest getting heavy as Annie pulls his face up, having a tight grip on his mouth.

“After everything we’ve been through together, I have never once went low with mentioning something to hurt you just as much as you have. And you don’t like it when someone else does after you started it.” she said, letting go of his mouth.

“I don’t like Valerie as much as you don’t. But I’m not gonna overlook her pain that was caused by your brother. She wouldn’t be a vampire has he just broke up with her before going back to Mary. And now, she’s stuck on this earth for the rest of her life, her spirit roaming freely until something takes her out.”

Annie swallows before turning back to the map, looking at some of the glass moving and a salt bottle being knocked over.

“That’s why I’m vouching for her. I do believe she can help us.”

“Well, I think you sound ridiculous.” he said.

“Take the bag off then.” said Lucinda, holding her hand out.

Smoke looks at her, not budging. She takes her back, motioning him to back up.

“Thought so.”

“So much for a damn baby mama.” he mumbled, sitting in a chair.

Lucinda flicks him off as she looks at the map, leaning close.

“I think they’re trying to tell us something.” said Lucinda.

“Like what?” asked Annie.

“I don’t know….maybe if I tried something. Like….walking with them?”

Annie nods, watching her pull her hair back as she goes over and snatches the lighter out of Smoke’s pocket, making him stare at her crazy.

“You got an extra bowl somewhere?” she asked Annie.

Annie nods before running out of the room, going into the kitchen as she goes through it, getting attention from everyone watching her.

“Everything okay, Ann?” asked Slim, a concern look on his face.

“Yeah, I’m just looking for…” as she sees an empty bowl, grabbing it.

“Something.”

She runs back into the poker room, placing the bowl in front of Lucinda, who yanked out a big piece of her hair, placing it in there.

“I remember you said if I have to do this, I have to give them something to let me through.” as she lights it on fire.

Annie smiles, giving her a small kiss on her lips.

“Proud of you.” she said quietly, placing a hand on her stomach.

“And he’ll be too.” she added, rubbing her stomach.

Lucinda smiles as she closes her eyes, saying a chant that will help.

“Mo wa pẹlu nkankan ni paṣipaarọ fun nkankan ti o ni. Mo wa pẹlu nkankan ni paṣipaarọ fun nkankan ti o ni. Mo wa pẹlu nkankan ni paṣipaarọ fun nkankan ti o ni. (I come with something in exchange for something you have.).” she says, feeling a vision coming over.

In a blurry view, she sees a flash of different things: running up the stairs, driving away holding something, watching two people leave, and watching the fight happen as they’re laying on the ground.

However, the next part that comes across is something she never thought was possible.

As they are trying to get a vampire off them, they turned their head to see someone else being bitten, with the vampire lifting up their head and looks at them, grinning while blood is all over their mouth.

That vampire was Stack.

Lucinda opens her eyes, gasping loudly, which scares Annie and Smoke, with the latter jumping up to comfort her as she breathes hard.

“You alright, Lu?” he asked, a worrying look over his face.

“What did you see?” asked Annie.

Lucinda calms down, shaking her head as she looks down, beginning to cry.

“It was scary!” she cries out.

“I saw a fight happening….two people leaving….think I was hurt. But the worst part? Stack killed someone! I don’t know if it’s telling me that’s gonna happen or what….but I’m scared.”

Lucinda lays her head on Annie’s shoulder, continuing to cry as Smoke looks at her, looking at the map.

“You can’t reverse it or something?” he asked, examining it.

“Elijah.” said Annie.

“Come on, I know there’s a way!”

“Elijah!” yelled Annie, making him stop.

“If what she just said happens…..it happens. Nothing we can do about it.” she said, wiping Lucinda’s tears.

She gently lifts her head up, touching her stomach again as she pulls Smoke closer, having both of them in view.

“Which is why we need to be prepared.” she says, nodding.

Smoke looks over at Lucinda before shaking his head, giving up with fighting.

“Alright. What’s the plan?” he asked.

“Vampires are the walking dead amongst us. Meaning one way you can completely eradicate them is having them stand in the sun, where they’ll burn. But in our situation? That will take a while.”

“Okay. So what do you suggest to stay safe?” asked Lucinda, sniffling a bit.

“Stay inside as long as we can. Do not fall for their trap. Which means we have to make sure no one gives in easily. Especially Grace.” as she looks at the latter, who staring at the door.

“Create weapons. Guns is fine, but not enough. Another way you can kill them is by stabbing them through their heart with something. A knife….a wooden stick….even a heel.” she added.

“And then what do we do with their bodies after?” asked Smoke.

“They decompose after a few months. Usually faster since they’re already dead, meaning their spirit is 100% gone.” said Lucinda.

“And what if they don’t want that to happen?”

“They hide in the darkness of a shadow or sleep somewhere dark until it’s time to wake up again. So, they might escape. But if they don’t return, that means you scared them off.”

“Sounds easy.” as he nods.

“But it won’t be. These motherfuckers are fast as shit, so be very cautious with your movement. If not, you’ll get turned one of them.” said Annie.

“And if that happens….. I want one of you to stab me through my heart.” she added.

Lucinda and Smoke’s eyes widen at her demand, completely shocked and hurt that she asked for that.

“I know, I know. But I don’t want my spirit roaming on this earth if I get turned.” she said, rubbing her hands.

“No, no, no.” as Smoke shakes his head fast.

“This is not what we discussed.” he added.

“We didn’t have to. We said it in our vows.”

Smoke close his eyes tightly, trying to not cry as Lucinda walks up, her tears already forming.

“I thought you would be excited to see the baby grow up. Since that’s why we did that ritual.” she said, voice dropping.

“I am. I am.” said Annie, voice slightly cracking.

“So why you saying this? There’s still a likely chance you can survive.”

Annie shakes her head, a small smile on her face as she rubs both of her lovers arms, taking in their looks.

“I think I know why they showed you that. And I don’t think they’re wrong.”

“Baby, please….” said Smoke, tears streaming down.

“Elijah…my Elijah.”

“Lucinda….my little Lu.” as she looks at her.

“I thank the both of y’all for giving me love I always wanted, even if I lost something in the end.”

Lucinda looks down as Smoke shakes his head, in distraught.

“Don’t say that.” he uttered.

“I got someone waiting on the other side for me.” as she rubs Lucinda’s cheek.

“You do too.” as she rubs Smoke’s face.

Smoke closes his eyes, his face crying softly.

“…. you’re gonna be a great mama to that baby, Lu. He’ll be protected for the rest of his life because of what I taught you.” as she pulls Lucinda’s face up.

“And what his fine ass daddy did.” she said, hearing Smoke laugh.

Lucinda smiles, but the tears keep falling.

Annie rubs both of their faces a little more before pulling them close to her.

She kisses Smoke, giving his a long, sloppy kiss before breaking it, watching him catch his breath. She turned to Lucinda, giving her one as well.

“Now, Lu. You go and talk to ole girl while me and him help the rest make the weapons.”

Lucinda nods, walking out of the room quickly.

Annie takes out the mojo bag she was wearing under her dress, yanking it off and tossing it on the table as Smoke watches.

“Is this what you really want?” he asked.

“It’s not a want. It’s what needs to happen.” she replied.

Smoke nods, looking at the bag on the table as he notices the rest of the bottles fell over.

Lucinda is walking up the stairs, slowly creeping in case she does get attacked.

As she reaches the top, she looks both ways at the hallway.

Valerie is not near the end she’s at, which means she has to walk into the other direction, which she does.

As she gets closer to the end, she hears a singing voice, making her stop for a bit. In the corner, she can see a shadowed figure laying down, getting closer as the view becomes more clear.

Pale, pale moon

Pale, pale moon, Valerie sanged quietly, twirling her hair as she looks at Sammie and Pearline following Smoke’s instruction on how to use a gun.

“Just be careful with pulling the trigger.” she whispered, laughing a bit.

She stops when she hears movement, making her turn her head. She sees Lucinda standing there, an unreadable expression on her face.

“If you’re coming to kill me, make it quick.” she said, sitting up.

“You can do across, down the middle, but don’t do against my head. Or do it since I can’t hear thoughts anymore.” she added, tracing over her face and neck.

“I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to talk.” said Lucinda, kneeling down to her level.

“Ohhh.” as Valerie. “You wanna talk as if you’re not the reason why they don’t like me right now.”

“And I said I was sorry—“

“Well, sorry isn’t gonna cut it, is it?” Valerie asked cutting her off.

She leans back, annoyed that she’s in her presence.

“If you wasn’t pregnant, I would’ve fucked you up right now, but because I didn’t wanna harm your child, I let it go.” she uttered, rolling her eyes.

“…..how do you know I’m having a boy?” asked Lucinda, squint her eyes.

“That’s what you came up here to ask me about?”

“Yeah since you know it…somehow.”

They sit in silence as the noise downstairs fills the room, from wood being shaved, guns being reloaded, and bottle being popped open before stuffed with a cloth.

Valerie clears her throat as she turned forward, giving her full attention to Lucinda.

“When we first met, I got a whiff of your scent. I was able to identify all but one and couldn’t figure it out.” she said.

“Even though I said “congratulations, it’s a boy!” when we got into that little spat earlier, I wasn’t 100% sure if I was right.” as a small smile appears on Valerie.

Lucinda stared at her as the latter picks at the bandage.

“When Annie threw that pickled garlic on Stack and I got splashed with it, the mysterious scent was in there. I knew it wasn’t garlic, salt, sugar, nor vinegar. It was the rosemary.”

“What does that mean in your terms?” asked Lucinda.

“Rosemary is an identifiable herb that tells you what the mother is expecting weeks before they find out they’re actually pregnant. Mostly associated with the boy gender. So, it’s a boy.” she replied, her eyes looking down towards her stomach.

Lucinda rubs her belly, thinking about that confirmation as she stands up, her chest becoming heavy.

“So….Smoke isn’t gonna meet his son. Annie is not gonna meet him either.”

Valerie nods as she stands up, being eye to eye.

“But you’ll survive. Raising him. That’s what the ritual means.” she said, watching her get upset.

“That’s not what she told me!” she yelped, hurt by the reassurance.

“Even if she did…you’re already protected as you can see the same spirits and dead folks like I can. And I think she knew that, hence why she did the pregnancy ritual on you.”

Lucinda sends a confusing look, addled by the ‘protected’ comment.

“What do you mean, Valerie?” she asked.

Valerie smiled as she stepped closer, holding her hand out, motioning her to grab it. She does, moving closer.

“Before I show you what I want you to see…..was today the first time you ever got blurry visions?” she asked.

“…n-no. Had them my whole life. Even when me and her were taking to him when he came back earlier, but I thought that was normal.” replied Lucinda, now thinking about the many times she’s had those.

“Close your eyes. I think I found your answer to why.” she said, closing hers.

Lucinda closes her eyes, waiting to see what Valerie was going to show next.

Suddenly, the same effects she gets when a vision comes over her shows up, but this time, it takes her back to a time long before her existence.

She is brought to a room inside a barn, where a darkskin black woman, sweating and breathing softly, is holding a baby, cooing to it.

“Where am I?” asked Lucinda, slowly walking up.

“1820 Mississippi. About 85 years before you and I were born.” said Valerie, popping up next to her.

They get closer to the woman, who is softly rocking the baby to sleep while being on high alert around them, making sure no one comes to find them.

“You recognize her?” asked Valerie, looking at Lucinda.

Lucinda gets a better look, taking note of her slender lips, hollow cheeks, and small brown eyes that look similar to hers.

“….Nana.” she whispered, shocked that Valerie was able to bring her to this memory.

“Which means…” Valerie said knowingly.

“That’s my grandmother she’s holding.”

“Bingo.”

She walks closer, kneeling in front of them with tears in her eyes, in awe of finally seeing what she looks like.

“This…this has to be a few months after she was born. When they ran away from that plantation.” she stated, tears falling down.

“It is. But I want you to pay close attention to what’s about to happen.” said Valerie, leaning up against a pole.

Lucinda looks at her, before turning her head back as a humming sound comes out of Nana’s mouth, a small smile appearing on her face as the baby coos softly, reaching up for her.

“Careful, Josephine. We don’t want them hunters finding us now.” as Nana puts her finger into her little hand, watching her grip it.

“Grandma Jo. Her little self.” said Lucinda.

“God, I hope we don’t get caught.” Nana said quietly, closing her eyes as she prayed quietly.

Josephine begins to fuss a bit, making her snap her eyes open and stare at her disoriented, rocking her a bit.

“Girl, I told you to be careful!” she whispered harshly, watching her stop.

She did say she was a needy baby, as Lucinda moved to the side to get a better look at her.

Josephine looked exactly like Lucinda when she was a baby: chubby cheeks, little black curls, dimples, and a cute upward nose. Her twin.

Her watch is broken when Josephine begins to suck on Nana’s hand, hearing her slightly laugh.

“Oh, you’re hungry.” she said, moving her close to her chest, before taking one of her breasts out and seeing her latch on, exhaling at the sting.

She rubs her little cheek, seeing her calm down peacefully as she looks up, hearing rumbling luring in.

Outside of the barn, a group of hunters are riding by on their horses, making her hold her breath. She sees light passing by the broken window, a shadowy figure holding a lantern.

“That nig and her little one is definitely near.” he uttered, with the horse neighing following.

“Might be right. They never get too far.” said a second voice.

“Got a feeling they might be in that barn.” a third voice added, making all of their horses stop.

“Let me check.” as he jumps off.

Taking out his knife, he slowly walk towards the entrance, making Nana hold her breath as Josephine begins to whine, which sends fear into her instantly.

“Jo, please.” she said, but her whining got louder.

Just as the man walked in, he sees them, an evil grin on his face as he walks quickly.

“God, please stop this.” she said, closing her eyes as Josephine cried loudly, alerting the others.

“Well, well, well. Look what the wind brought me.” he said, chuckling darkly.

Just as he was getting close, an unrecognizable figure ambushes him, causing him to drop his knife in the process.

Among the sounds of grunting and hitting, the man’s screaming is heard, followed by a sound of ripping and gurgling, making Nana back even more up into the corner.

“Jim! You aight?” said one of the men, concern on all of their face as their horses began to move oddly, as if they can detect something’s wrong.

Suddenly, a loud thud is heard, with the man’s body falling into her view, blood pouring out of his eyes and an arm missing, making her gasp and let out a muffled scream.

The figure then throws the ripped arm outside, making sure it lands in front of the other hunters.

THUD.

The horses start neighing erratically, running off with the rest of the hunters after seeing the arm, hearing the men curse as they rode further and further away from the scene.

Nana stands up, shocked at what she saw. She checks Josephine, who was now peacefully sleeping, not disturbed by what happened.

“She okay?” asked the unfamiliar male voice, making her snap her eyes towards it.

“Who the hell are you?!” she asked loudly, picking up the knife and holding it towards the figure.

The man laughs as he steps out from the darkness, the light from the moon shining over him.

Revealing himself as a tall, darkskin man with long, luscious black hair and a goatee, face shaped like a Roman. He was very fit, his big arms being the most recognizable on him and his curved lips fitting his face.

Also covered in patches of blood.

His eyes were a light gray as he smiled at Nana, making her lower the knife, recognizing him.

“Hello, Fania.” he said, licking his lips.

“Who the hell is that?” asked Lucinda, looking at Valerie, now standing next to her, with tears and a smile on her face.

“…Eros.” said Nana, shielding Josephine away from her.

Lucinda’s eyes widen, shocked that her nana and grandmother once came across Eros during their time on Earth.

“What?!” she said, getting up.

“Yeah. Your people met the man who turned me.” Valerie said in a soft voice, wiping her tears.

“And you can tell he just became used to it too.” she added, sniffling.

“Come on, baby. Don’t do me like that.” as he got closer, but she held the knife up again, anger all over her.

“Do you like what? Seducing me out of my draws just to leave me with your baby alone and shunned?!” she yells, scaring him a bit.

“….wait a minute.” said Lucinda, confusion on her face.

“She said “your baby” to him…” as she is slowly piecing it together.

“Yeah. Eros got her pregnant. And if Josephine is your grandmother and Fania is your great-grandmother…..”

Eros is your great grandfather, uttered Lucinda, shocking coming all over her body.

“Meaning I’m half-“ she began.

“Vampire.” said Valerie.

She gasps, realizing everything she has felt over the years leading up is starting to make a lot of sense.

The visions. Sometimes being able to smell scents. Sensing evil is near. The way she practices her craft and how each rootwork she has done has worked.

All because her great grandfather was a vampire her great grandmother fell for.

The same one who turned Valerie the night she died.

“Oh my god….” she said, beginning to cry.

Eros’ laugh fills the room, stunned at what she said.

“You acting like them bitches wasn’t gonna shun you out anyway.” he said, which made both woman look over.

“You a witch who does rootwork and spells in a highly religious plantation.” he added, stepping closer.

“And you’re a member of the devil’s tribe.” Nana replied.

“Yet…..I didn’t take your soul. I harvested it because you told me to. Practically begged me to.”

“Cause we were making love.”

“Cause you were hurt.”

The two stared at each other in silence, being interrupted by the sound of Josephine’s crying, both directing their attention to her.

“Let me see her.” he said, reaching out.

“Why? So you can eat her?!”

Eros looked at her with disgust. He ran behind her fast, quickly taking Josephine before she could fight him.

“She’s my baby too.”

“And I’m her main provider!” as she grabbed and swung the knife, but get dodged by him grabbing her hand.

“Girl, are you crazy?!”

“Absolutely.” as she tries to break away, but he tightens his grip, eyeing her down.

“You better relax before you hurt her.” he uttered.

“You’re hurting me.” she whispered, trying to removing his grip.

“Are you gonna calm down if I let you go?” as he leans in, inches away from her face.

She looks away, exhaling hard as she stops fighting, giving up. He lets her go as Josephine cries again, with him rocking her gently and shushing, seeing her face relax as she sees him, her expression unreadable.

“Hey, pretty girl.” as he smiled, taking in her adorable features.

“Ya daddy’s here. Protecting you and your crazy ass momma.” he said, feeling Nana nudging him.

“Don’t curse at her.” she said.

“You act like she understands what the hell I’m saying.” he said, hearing Josephine laugh, making him look down.

“Oh, so you can hear me in your head or when I’m talking publicly.” as he coos at her, seeing her smile and squeal.

“So that’s how you found us.” said Nana, rubbing her wrist.

He looks up, staring at her as he leaned against the wall, rubbing his baby’s hand.

“Max told me you running away spread out fast. So I knew I had to get to you and Jo before they did.”

“Well, thank you. But I’m not going back.”

“Who said you were?” he asked quickly, offended by that suggestion.

“You think I came out here just to drag you back there?” he added, walking up.

Nana begins backing up a bit, heading towards where the women were standing, with Lucinda moving out of the way.

“You mentioned Max—“ she began, but is cut off.

“Max has no idea that we share a kid together. Yet alone our history.” as he grabs her arm, stopping her.

“And what do you think will happen when she begins to show more of your *traits, Eros?” as Nana stares him down.

He looks at her before smiling, pulling her close to him, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“She already has my smile. But I can assure you she and anyone born from her will be fine in the sun if that’s what you mean.”

“What about the hunt for blood?”

“Should wear off by the time her first grandchild is born. That’s the one that will go away first.”

Valerie looks at Lucinda, who nodded, confirming it did since she is her only grandchild.

“She, our grandkids, our great-grandkids, and so forth are going to be protected thanks to us. Your power and my power created a whole new bloodline, Fania. You should be happy.” he whispered lowly, leaning into her space.

Nana looks at him, shaking her head as she pushes him back, taking Josephine out of his arms.

“Only if there wasn’t a side effect of me dying before I can see her turn 16.” she said, laying her on her shoulder.

Lucinda faltered at that comment, looking done at her stomach, touching it.

“I’m…I’m gonna die before I can see him grow into a grown man?” she whispered, many emotions running into her body.

Just as Eros was about to respond, the room becomes blurry, sending fear into her as Valerie grabs her head.

“What’s going on?!” asked Lucinda, watching the room fade.

“I don’t know!” yelled Valerie, feeling the sting getting worse.

Then, POOF.

They’re in the hallway like they were previously, brought back to reality. Lucinda looks around, breathing hard before looking over the ledge.

Sammie, Slim, and Smoke cleaning the guns. Pearline, Annie, and Grace creating more weapons.

As Remmick, Stack, and Annie watching them from afar, continuously singing their song to get them to break.

“Why did it end like that?!” asked Lucinda as she turns to Valerie, anger all over her.

“That’s all I actually saw.” replied Valerie in a somber tone.

Lucinda scoffs, not believing her.

“What happens? And don’t lie.”

“I don’t know, Lucinda.”

“Don’t lie!”

“That’s all I saw! Her saying she’ll die before she sees your grandmother grow up!”

“LIAR!” she yells, making everyone pause and look up.

Valerie stares at her in disbelief, shocked that she doesn’t believe what they saw is what she saw the first time it happened, shaking her head.

“I lost my mother before my 12th birthday. She lost my grandmother before her 13th birthday. And her mother died before her 14th.” said Lucinda, shaking at the thought.

“I already made this baby out of love for them.” as she looks at Annie and Smoke.

“They’re possibly gonna die, never meeting him. And now, I might die before I can see my boy grow? Who the hell did my people piss off?” as she cries, hearing them run up the stairs.

Annie was first, wrapping her arms around her as Smoke followed, watching from afar.

“Hey, hey.” she whispers, kissing her forehead.

“I’m here.” she added, running her shoulder as she continues crying.

“You could possibly be the first to break it, Lu.” said Valerie, trying to give her hope.

“Please don’t start.”

“Think, Annie. She has the strongest power of her spiritual ancestors combine with Eros and the underworld’s power in a much stronger way. You know this.”

“What the hell is she talking about?” asked Smoke, walking up.

“She knows. Because she always *knew. Just didn’t want to scare her while they were working together.”

Annie looks as her, her wrath growing as Smoke stands in front of Valerie.

“This one of your little bullshit baits? Cause if so, lemme know so I can murk your ass.” he uttered, very riled.

“You had the chance and missed. What makes you think you’ll be lucky this time?”

Smoke whips out his gun again, pointing at her heart, but she doesn’t move.

“Cause Analise said so.”

Valerie smirks, looking at his gun before looking at him, her eyes twinkling.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I said about her, but that’s how the game goes, regardless of what you are. You ask for or take something, you get it. But they’re gonna want something back.” she said, eyeing him weary.

“Well fuck that game. And fuck you too.”

“Already been fucked out of my life, dead or alive, clearly.” as she looks at Lucinda.

“But her? She has a chance to live much longer to see that son of yours age. thanks to my maker.”

Smoke raises his brows, looking at Lucinda, who looks away.

“….you-you one of them too?” he asked, sorrow coming out.

“It’s in her family’s bloodline.” said Annie.

“Wha..what?”

“Eros, Valerie’s maker, is her great grandfather. He’s why she was able to detect the same shit Valerie can. Making her a very rare and strong ancestral which that comes every few generations.” said Lucinda, wiping her tears.

Smoke lowers his gun, processing the information as he slightly shakes, his tic coming in.

“My…my son is going to be b-born part vampire.”

“He’ll be protected.” added Valerie, which makes him point the gun at her again.

“You cursed her!” he yells.

“Not possibly since he already impregnated her nana before our time.”

“And yet you knew she was going to be here, huh?”

“No. I didn’t. I didn’t even suspect that she was connected to him. Until that moment when I was sitting up here.”

Smoke scoffs, taking out garlic from his pocket and holding it up, making Valerie hiss, covering her face.

“I don’t think you’re telling the truth. But I also don’t care.”

“Elijah, wait.” said Lucinda.

“Don’t! I had it with someone vouching for her like she didn’t ruin our night!”

“She didn’t. We all did.” said a familiar make voice.

The quartet turns their head towards the staircase, where Sammie and Pearline were standing, looking at Valerie.

“Pearline….Sammie.” she said softly.

“Of course it was you saying it.” said Smoke, sighing loudly.

“Maybe she was meant to be here to help us.” said Pearline walking up.

Smoke turns the gun towards her, making everyone gasp as Sammie stands in front of her.

“Put the gun down, Smoke.” he said.

“That charade bitch ain’t no savior. She’s the goddamn enemy.”

“Well, why isn’t the enemy attacking you or none of us then?” asked Pearline.

“She did. You got that cut on your neck.”

“From her dagger, not her mouth.”

“Same shit!” as he cocks his gun, startling her.

“Valerie ain’t kin, she’s one of him.” he added, turning back to Valerie.

“I would never be on a side that’s against you or us.” she replied, stepping closer.

“Take one more step if you want, woman.”

“Put the gun down, Smoke.” said Sammie, standing next to him.

“You’re not gonna do shit.” as Valerie laughs, walking around Lucinda and Annie slowly as the gun follows.

“You never have. And you know that cause I never folded under you nor Stack. Quite frankly, you need me more than anyone right now.” she added, standing next to Pearline.

“I don’t need anything from you.” he replied.

“Bullshit!” she yells.

Smoke cocks his gun one more time, with Pearline jumping behind Valerie, who still isn’t moved by his hazardous arm.

“Elijah, please put the gun down.” said Annie.

“You stay out of this.” he replied.

“Listen to her, Smoke!” said Lucinda.

He shakes his head fast, feeling himself slowly began to crack at everyone siding with Valerie instead of him. His anger boiling up.

“It needs to go with its true family.” he uttered.

“Remmick is not my family as Eros always said. That’s why he took him out cause he wanted to. And he’s gonna do the same if you force me out.” said Valerie.

“Well, that’s not my problem. That’s yours.”

Valerie scoffs, scrunching her face as she feels Pearline rubbing her back.

“Well what do you think will happen if Grace—“

“Don’t you dare.”

“Bo hasn’t returned. You know she’s crazy about him and she’s currently losing i—“ Pearline began, but it cut off by Smoke cocking the gun again.

“You shut the hell up!” he yells.

Sammie smacks the gun away, seeing him eye to eye now with anger.

“Don’t point that shit at her nor Val. We still gotta survive the night and Val can definitely help. You letting your anger get the best of you again.” he utters, with everyone being surprised at him standing up to him.

Suddenly, Smoke smacks him in the face with the gun, watching him groan as he falls to the ground. Pearline runs over, comforting him.

“Great! You just broke your cousin’s nose! Good job on being the leader, Elijah!” said Valerie.

“You about to next if you keep it up.” as he points at her.

“Sammie, you okay?” asked Annie, getting up to examine his face.

Sammie looks up, tears streaming with blood pouring out of his nose, which Valerie gets a whiff of his scent hitting her nose, making her fangs come out.

She turns away quickly, covering her nose and mouth as Smoke nods, feeling vindictively right about his stance.

“And that’s why I want her out. Blood being exposed and her ass turns into a junkie as it comes into her space.” he began, but feels his gun being snatched out of his hand.

He turns around, seeing Lucinda, holding it in her hand, putting the lock back on and tucking it into her top.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” as he tries to grab it, but she smacks his hand away.

“You done enough tonight and we’re not even close to the sun coming.”

Smoke walks up to her, but she backs up, keeping a good distance between them, watching him get more angry.

“Lucinda, if you don’t give my gun—“

“If I do. Your boy is gonna hear the story of how his mommy shot his daddy the night we got attacked by vampires. Just like how he killed his father.” she said, staring him down as the hazy effect returns.

Silence fills the room as everyone looked at them, with Annie eyeing Smoke down to see if he’ll try to touch her.

He looks at her, debating if he should attempt or let it go, seeing Lucinda’s eyes twinkle a bit.

“…..just give it back before they attack us.” he said quietly, turning away quickly.

“Thought so.” she said, hearing Valerie laugh a bit before coughing.

Suddenly, there’s a loud knock on the door, making everyone pause.

Another knock comes, jingling the door knob a bit.

“Hello?” asked a familiar male voice, knocking again.

“Grace? Baby? You still in there?” he asked, making the latter run to the door.

“Bo!” yelled Grace, a small smile appearing as she tries to unlock it.

Slim stays behind as everyone runs down the stairs, making sure nothing is wrong with him.

Smoke and Sammie gets to the door in time, stopping Grace from opening it, who begins to push them back.

“Let me go!” she yelled, trying to get to the door.

Smoke pushes her into Slim, who holds her back as Annie and Pearline stand in front of her, trying to calm her.

“Look, I know you wanna see him. But we have no idea if they got to him or not.” Annie said, pointing at her.

“And we sure as hell not gonna fall for another one.” said Slim, looking at her.

Grace sniffles, looking away as Valerie and Lucinda walk up, standing in front of Smoke, who eyes them both down.

“What are y’all feeling?” asked Sammie.

They both closed their eyes, taking in the vibration Bo is bringing, despite him being on the other side of the door.

“…I would be cautious.” said Valerie, opening her eyes.

“Might be conflicting. It seems like he’s hiding something.” said Lucinda.

“Or they’re hiding around him to *attack.” said Smoke, turning to the door.

“You stay in the back.” he says to Sammie, pushing him back.

“Annie and Slim, come with me.” as he walks forward, grabbing the piece of wood off the door hinges.

Annie and Slim are behind him as Sammie stood next to Pearline, with Grace standing behind Lucinda and Valerie.

Grabbing the door handle, he exhales loudly before slowly opening it, grabbing his hidden stake in his pocket.

There stood Bo, who seemed unharmed, confused on why the door was closed and locked.

“Smoke! Thank god someone heard me.” said Bo, looking around the room.

“Bo!” yelled Grace, pushing the women out of the way before running to the door.

“Damn, bitch!” uttered Valerie, making Lucinda nudge her.

“I’ve been waiting for you all night, where have you been?!” she asked.

“Sorry! I was hiding in the car cause everyone was getting attacked by…whatever the hell that was.” he replied, rubbing his head.

As soon as he did that, a pungent, unfamiliar scent hits Valerie’s nose, making her look at him.

“You smell that?” she asked Lucinda, who nods

“Not good.” she replied, carefully pulling out her dagger.

Lucinda whistles at Annie, who turns around. She signals a warning gesture, which the latter catches on.

“Glad you’re safe. Now we can go.” as she began to go out, but is stopped by Annie.

“Not so fast.” she said, eyeing Bo down.

Bo looks at her confused, taken aback by her stopping his wife.

“Annie, it’s safe to leave. The coast is clear.” he said, looking back.

“How do we know that?” asked Smoke, stepping up.

“Because I been in the car for three hours watching? They’re gone.”

“Bullshit.” said Lucinda, earning a hard glare from Bo.

“You know, I don’t have to take this shit from any of you, so Grace. If you’re ready, let’s go.” as he snaps his fingers at her, beginning to walk.

Grace doesn’t budge, looking at him fearfully as he turns around, noticing her lack of movement.

“Baby, come on. Lisa is waiting for us.” as he points at the car, waiting.

“Grace, that’s not him.” Valerie said quietly, seeing her turn back.

“You sure been running your mouth tonight.” he said, eyeing her.

Valerie scoffs, folding her arms.

“I like being cautious of who’s been in and out of here.”

“Hm.” as he nodded, going back to Grace.

“Okay, I won’t force you out. But I’m not gonna be waiting long for you to move.” he said, looking around.

“Why can’t he keep his focus on her?” mumbled Sammie.

“Cause that’s not him.” said Pearline, very aware.

Bo leans against the door, keeping his distance from everyone as he swings the keys in his hand.

“Or you can just…invite me in.” he said with a smirk on his face.

Slowly, his eyes turn a gold color, confirming that he did in fact, get turned.

“My god.” whispered Slim.

Everyone gasps as Grace let out a shriek cry, very hurt that they got to him.

“Knew it.” said Smoke, stepping back.

Cornbread jumps out, scaring everyone as Lucinda hands Smoke his gun quickly, with him pointing it at the men.

“Y’all better back the fuck up!” he yelled.

“Oh come, Smoke. That’s not being kind.” said Cornbread.

“Fuck all that.”

“Mmm, mmm, mmm.” said a familiar voice, making everyone look around.

Remmick appears from the shadows, an absurd expression on his face as he gets closer, taking in the fear and strong expressions he sees in the group.

“I figured you all wouldn’t fall for that.” he said, laughing a bit.

Smoke’s face twitches as Grace steps back, in disbelief at her Bo not being her real Bo anymore.

“What do you want?” asked Annie.

“To join me. And my ever growing community of people who wants to be free.”

Stack, spinning Mary around as she giggles, and Joan and Bert, holding hands together, all appear, standing around the men.

Smoke’s body shakes as he looks at Stack like a ghost is in front of him, with Annie consoling him by rubbing his back.

“One of you already has.” as Remmick looks at Valerie, who has a disgusting look on her face.

“You outta be ashamed of yourself.” she said, stepping up.

“Terrorizing a community because you got sent down to the deepest parts for all the crimes you committed.” as she’s now face to face with him.

“I did no such thing to be treated how I was. Not allowed in places because of how I look. The vibe I bring. That’s not fair.” he replied, watching her shake her head.

“So you come to a juke joint with mostly black people in rural Mississippi and try to force your way in because you liked our vibe?” asked Slim, eyeing him down.

“Sounds familiar, does it?” said Lucinda.

“Yeah. Very.” said Smoke.

Stack laughs, stepping up to get in more of his view, with Valerie moving close, eyeing him.

“Now why you acting like we didn’t go to Chicago to do the same thing?” said Stack, looking at him.

“Or Arkansas.” added Mary, making Stack chuckle.

“Mastermind not taking credit for the ideas he implanted into his brother’s head.” said Annie, annoyance in her voice.

“Oh, cause yo little HooDoo shit is going to save everyone here huh?”

“It kept y’all alive long enough, right?” said Lucinda.

“He wasn’t talking to you, Lu.” said Cornbread.

“And yo wide back big ass jumping in?” said Slim.

“Ain’t nobody talking to your drunk ass either. So shut the fuck up.”

“No, you shut the fuck up. Talking to me crazy cause you got a white man’s blood in you!”

The vampires laugh loudly, making Slim even more upset as everyone shake their heads, repulsed at how much they’re enjoying this.

“As if Valerie, and some of Lucinda, don’t have the same blood like I do.” said Remmick.

Lucinda backs up, with Sammie getting in front of her as Valerie rolls her eyes.

“Gabriel was Eros’ maker by the way. A black angel in hell.” Valerie said sharply.

“And how do you think Gabriel became that?”

“I know a white man didn’t make him. If that’s the lie you’re trying to go with.” as she eyes him up and down.

“But then again…..that’s a natural move for people like you.”

“People like me, huh?” as he leans in.

“Like you don’t have the same instincts as me. Especially with that lie you been telling everyone about “helping” the community in Memphis.”

Valerie eyes widen, watching him smirk as his eyes glow, backing up.

“What is he talking about…” asked Sammie, making everyone look at him.

“Sammie!” said a gleeful Remmick, laughing.

“Just who I came here for truly.” he added, biting his finger.

“Well, you’re not getting him.” Slim said fast.

“But we need him! He’s our hope for us to last long on this place.” said Mary.

“How? He’s just a young man who plays the guitar and sing.” said Pearline.

“Yeah, singing the blues. Which can bring in a company you weren’t expecting to happen.” said Stack, smiling evilly.

Joan and Bert nod, understanding what he’s talking about.

Sammie falters, realizing what he may have done as the conversation with his preacher father from earlier play in his head, along with what Valerie was saying.

“Cause he woke the spirits up.” said Lucinda.

“Which signal him.” said Annie.

“Which is how he found us.” said Valerie.

“Oh no, Valerie. Don’t blame this on me. You played a part in it by running off instead of complying.” said Remmick.

“I didn’t have to do shit for you!”

“You’re right. And you won’t now, so why don’t you step to the side and give us the boy?”

“Not gonna happen and I wish any of you would try.” said Smoke, holding the gun up.

“Come on, brother..” said Stack, stepping up.

“You know how free you’ll feel by being a vampire? Not having to worry about running away when things go wrong? And how much strength you have with killing folks?” he asked, a small smirk on his face, flashing his gold tooth fangs.

“I don’t care about none of that shit. All I care about is protecting my family right now.”

Stack laughs, shaking his head.

“Annie is not gonna save you. Valerie sure can’t. Not even that little bastard child your magic vamp worker whore is carrying.” he uttered.

“Fuck you.” said Lucinda.

“The real Stack wouldn’t be saying that shit. Especially after everything Valerie and Annie has done for us.” Smoke uttered bitterly.

“Well, he’s long gone. And I don’t abide to you or them anymore. Wont be long until *she turns on all of you.” as he looks at Valerie.

She shakes her head, watching Smoke look away.

“Come on. Fight back, Elijah, she said to herself.

“Unless you hand Sammie over. And all of this Will be over.” said Remmick, holding his hand out.

Sammie, with fear all over, begins to walk forward to join them, but is held back by Slim and the women, except Grace.

“Sammie, don’t you ever submit to the devil, even when it’s begging.” said Slim.

“Just like your friend did when them people hung his ass at the station?” asked Stack.

Joan, Remmick, Mary, and Bert laugh loudly as Slim reacts angry, attempting to charge at him.

“Man, fuck you! Knew as soon as you started messing with Mary, your ass was gonna get caught up!” he yelled, pointing at Stack.

“Good. Maybe your drunk piano playing ass needs to fall in line, but until you do, keep that big ass buck teeth mouth of yours closed.” Stack replied.

Slim continues to yell at him, threatening to get his ass when the chance comes while being pushed back as Remmick does a fake scared pose to taunt him.

“Y’all don’t get it, do you?” he asked before turning to Joan and Bert.

“You see them?” as he points at them. “They’re Klan. His uncle is the fucking—

“Grand Master of Clarksdale.” said Valerie, cutting him off.

“How you know that?” asked Bert.

“About two hours after I ran away from Remmick and hunters, I got picked up by some white man. He too me to his house, which was donned in KKK colors. He has a photo of himself getting sworn hanging up, with you and Joan being in the photo.” as she eyes them down, her eyes glowing bright.

“Based on how Bert looks….” while sucking her teeth.

“I’m gonna assume the man whose heart I ripped out, ate, and cover the whole house with his blood after tearing him apart was his father.”

Bert jumps at her, but is held back by Bo and Cornbread, calming him down as she smirks.

“Not funny when it’s you being hurt, huh?” she said.

“Maybe, but you actually completed the next part of our plan before we could.” said Stack.

Everyone looks at him with confusion and scarcely, backing up a bit. But Valerie? Stayed where she’s at, eyeing him and Remmick down.

“You see…” as the latter wraps his arm around his neck/shoulder.

“When Stack and Smoke bought this land from Hogwood, he made it seem like he was telling you a building where nothing bad happened.” he added, looking at the juke joint.

“But he was actually hiding the true reason why. And I found out when I turned Joan and Bert after getting away from the hunters. And why the KKK connection was important to note.”

Stack nodded his head, feeling Mary wrapping her arms around his heads.

“They were going to kill us, Smoke.” said Stack, seeing his face drop.

Everyone let out soft gasps, shocked about that information as Valerie looks appalled, realizing she forgot to tell Stack that when they first reunited.

“This was meant to be a slaughterhouse for them when they come back in the morning. Not a long standing place for people like you to have.” said Remmick, clapping his hand.

“Let’s all thank Valerie for completing that part!” he yells, with the rest of the vampires cheering and clapping.

Valerie feels nauseous, slowly falling back but is held up by Smoke, gently pushing her to the wall.

“And I found out based on their memories. In fact, I can see every single one right now.”

Remmick looks at a scared Grace, whose tears are flowing and face is slightly red. He says something in her native, which made her scream loudly and try to attack him, but Slim pulls her back, with Bo laughing.

“You right. She does go a little crazy.” he said.

“He knows about the way I fuck you too.” said Stack, looking at Valerie.

“And so does anyone who can hear me all the way from Texas to New York City. You ain’t special, *nigga.” she replied.

“Come on, Valerie. We can share Elias forever. Have a tight schedule and whatnot.” said Mary.

“I rather be brought back to life and get hunged from the Empire State Building by my own attempt than share Stack with you.”

Stack whistles, stepping back as Remmick moves closers.

“This place left you for dead….even if you arrived liked that.” as Remmick looks her.

“And the rest of you are next if you don’t join.” as he looks at everyone else.

“Good luck getting that to happen. Cause we not budging.” said Annie.

“You will. Someone has to. Just like it has always been.”

The vampires, except Stack, slowly depart, with Remmick backing up.

“You ask for, deny, or take something, you get it. But they’re gonna want something back. Whether it’s the easy way or hard way. And trust me, I play very rough with either or.” he added, everyone’s eyes glowing.

The rest of the partygoers appear from the shadows, all covered in blood and eyes are glowing, staring at the group with hunger in their eyes.

“My god….” whispered Pearline, holding Sammie tightly.

“Join us!” Remmick yelled, with them cheering.

“Be free!” yelled Cornbread, with them cheering again.

“For equality.” said Mary, smiling big.

Stack walks up, looking at both Smoke and Valerie.

“Come on. All Valerie has to do is turn you all. And you’ll be right there, killing every single Klan that comes across.” he said, smirking.

“I’m not falling for your trap. You have no idea what he’s capable of. And I’m sorry for that.” she said, choking up.

“What can you even do, baby? Just die with them?”

Valerie nods, tears streaming down her face before storming off, brushing past everyone.

“I’m sorry for everything.” she mumbled.

“What do you say, Smoke?” as he steps closer, with the latter backing up.

“I can get you and Ann to see niece again. She’s waiting for you.” he added as he held his hand out, seeing his eyes fill with anger.

Smoke shakes his head, slapping it away, surprising Stack.

“You keep her out of your mouth.” uttered Annie, pulling him away.

“Taking her side again. As usual.”

“Close the door.” Smoke uttered, walking off.

Sammie runs up, closes the door slowly, keeping a tight eye on them.

Stack scoffs, turning around to face the vampires.

“No vision.” as he points to his head.

Valerie sits on the stage, looking down as everyone was arguing loudly, trying to figure out what to do next.

“It’s not worth giving in to them!” said Annie, filling up jars with garlic and water.

“He just said we either join them or die. And trust me, I’ll die, trying to get back to Lisa while freeing Bo’s spirit.” yelled Grace, walking back and forth.

“You can survive, you know? Use the damn weapons we all made.” said Slim.

“And if that don’t work? Then what?”

“I don’t know, run?” said Pearline, looking at her.

Grace scoffs, shaking her head.

“They move fast and one can fly. We better off joining them.”

“Girl, don’t you “we” us. We don’t have to do shit they expect. They’re just using it to scare us into it.” said Lucinda.

“Well, if you don’t want that. Or the rest of you don’t, then I’ll do it myself! Sick of waiting in her….” she began, getting ready to leave.

A gun cock freezes her, making look back.

Smoke is pointing his gun at her, lighting up a cigarette and puffing it out sparsely before looking at her.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re not gonna put everyone in danger that easily now. Especially my unborn. Now sit your ass down before you join Bo.” he said profoundly.

Grace breathes quietly as she sat back down, not saying another word. Smoke puts his gun away, turning back to everyone else.

“No one is going anywhere. If we have to fight them, we just gonna have to. But like Annie said, we gotta survive until the sun rises.”

“Which is two hours from now.” said Annie, walking to stand next to him.

“Remember what we taught y’all: go for the heart or the head. Should kill them instantly. If not, drag them out much longer so when the sun rises, they’ll burn.” she added, looking at everyone.

They nodded, continuing moving around as Valerie sniffles, feeling bad about everything that’s happened.

“This is all my fault.” she whispered, shaking her head.

Everyone looks her way, concern on their faces.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” asked Pearline, walking over and sitting next to her.

“I…I should’ve stayed in Chicago. And maybe I wouldn’t have encountered Remmick when I got here.” she said, laughing a bit.

“Or came here after killing that man and stayed. Fighting with Lucinda over her assumptions that were very valid since yeah, I’m a stranger here. Should’ve listened to Stack when he told me to go after our fight.”

“No, no. Don’t say that.” as Pearline comforts her, rubbing her back.

“You staying saved us from getting turned by him. If you didn’t, imagine if we didn’t sense something was wrong while Pearline was singing.” said Lucinda, walking up.

“Would’ve been sooner if I told him ahead of time.” said Valerie.

“What do you mean?” asked Slim.

“The plan of what the Klan was gonna do to everyone when they came back? That’s what I was trying to tell Stack before Mary interrupted us. This was before Sammie performed.”

She looks at Smoke, feeling his anger burning through her.

“It slipped my mind while I was roaming around the rest of night with him and Pearline, so I feel bad for not remembering before it was too late.” she said somberly.

“What was he talking about back there?” asked Sammie, making her look up.

“About you lying about Memphis or something?”

She sighs softly, feeling uncomfortable with wanting to share it, but has no choice.

“I was killing people out there. Bad people that was causing harm to others there. Don’t know why he mentioned it when I only told Stack about it, but that’s the power of seeing people’s memories.” as she shrugged.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to you fast enough with it, Smoke. Maybe if I did, we would’ve prevented Stack getting t…” she said, but is cut off by Smoke telling her to stop with his hands.

He walks up to kneel in front of her, keeping his eyes up.

“Don’t. It’s not your fault. Mary shouldn’t have went out there. I should’ve kept a tight eye on him. He should’ve took her out when I told him to, but no. He don’t listen.” he said, scoffing a bit.

“I don’t forgive you for what you are and said earlier about Analise….but I’m willing to let it go so we all can survive.” as he nods, seeing her smile a bit.

“Maybe Lu’s right. You being on our side can help us.” said Annie, rubbing Lucinda’s side.

“And maybe Eros biting you was his way of getting you to us before it was too late. He wanted us to meet.” said Lucinda, kissing Annie’s cheek.

“Yeah. He would probably be happy.” said Valerie, squeezing Pearline’s hand.

“And wanting to kill Remmick cause I would too.” said Slim, making everyone laugh.

Suddenly, the vampires’ singing becomes louder, making Grace cover her ears as she slowly begins to crack.

Picked poor Robin clean, they all sanged, walking close to the building.

Picked poor Robin clean

I picked his head

I picked his feet

I woulda picked his body, but it wasn't fit to eat

IIIII, as Grace gets up, walking away.

“They’re really not gonna give up, huh?” asked Pearline.

“Not until they get what they want.” said Sammie.

Bo appears in window, smirking and blowing kisses at a distressed Grace, making her crack even more.

“That’s it!” as she runs to the table, grabbing a wooden stake before running toward the door.

“Grace, no!” said Slim, stopping her.

Grace shoves him back, trying to reach the door but Smoke and Annie grabs her, pulling her back.

“It’s not worth it!” said Annie.

“Two more hours and they’ll be gone!” said Lucinda.

“I don’t give a—lemme go!” said Grace, trying to pull away.

“Grace, please listen to them!” said Slim.

They continue fighting as the singing becomes even more unbearably loud, almost like they’re being teased.

Valerie gets up, slowly moving to the center of the room as she watches the windows, seeing a bunch of glowy eyes staring.

“What do you feel, Val?” asked Pearline, standing next to he instantly.

Valerie doesn’t reply, turning slowly to where Grace was being held back as she locks eyes with Lucinda, who has a worrying look.

“Get ready.” she said, turning around.

Smoke attempts to cover Grace’s mouth, but she bites his hand hard, making him yelp in pain.

“Come on in, motherfuckers!” she tearfully yells.

Everyone gasps as the singing stops, with Annie and Smoke letting Grace go.

“Told y’all she gonna be the one to do that!” yelled Valerie, tossing her shawl across the room.

“Lu, stay behind Smoke and Annie!” she added, her fangs coming out and fingers growing long.

Pearline and Sammie grab their gun and stake respectively, standing on Smoke’s right as Annie and Slim grab their gun and stake respectively, standing on his left.

Grace lights a Molotov on fire before picking it up, standing next to Slim.

Lucinda stands behind them, holding her dagger as Smoke holds his gun and a stake, preparing to fight.

Silence is heard for a few moments, not a single movement.

Then, BOOM.

The wall collapses, with Cornbread, Bo, Remmick, Stack, and Mary standing in the front of the vampires, all having gleeful smiles on their faces.

“Y’all ready to join us?” asked Remmick, stepping up.

Grace screams and runs towards Bo, making everyone follow behind as the vampires charge towards them, with Valerie leaping across to attack a few of them, killing them by ripping an arm or head off.

Grace jumps on Bo before tossing the Molotov on herself, instantly catching on fire with him attached, killing the both of them.

Lucinda stabs a few vampires in their chest before Jo jumps on her, trying to bite her neck but misses. She runs them into the wall a few times, with Jo falling off.

“Die bitch!” yelled Lucinda as she stabs Jo’s heart, watching her scream loudly as blood pours out of her mouth fast.

She feels the blurry vision come over again, making her look around the room to see what was about to happen.

She lands on Pearline shooting vampires, not knowing that Remmick is slowly appearing behind her, about to attack her.

“Pearline, watch out!” she yells before a tall male vampire jumps in front of her, hissing.

Pearline turns around as Remmick approaches, slapping him in the face with a jar of garlic water, watching his skin sizzle and him hiss.

“Shit!” he yells, running out.

Lucinda does the same, slapping the vampire with a jar before stabbing him in the heart.

Smoke and Annie stab and kill multiple ones as Slim tosses fire towards a few, hitting them.

As Sammie is shooting at some, Bert appears from behind, yanking him his collar before they both tumble to the ground. Bert attempts to bite his neck, but Sammie gets the upper hand, stabbing him in his heart, killing him.

As he gets up, he sees a hungry Cornbread standing near the opening, eyes glowing and face grinning before charging at him. He tries to pick up the gun and shoot, but it jams, causing him to panic.

Suddenly, Cornbread is tackled to the ground by a reappearing Valerie, collapsing on top of him. She punches his face a few times before using her heel to stab through his heart with constant stomping, seeing her force push pushing him into the ground with each jump.

“Holy shit…..” mumbled Sammie, watching in shock.

Seeing him now completely dead, Valerie rips him open, tearing out his heart and aggressively stuffing her face with it, blood pouring out that spreads all over.

Pearline holds Sammie tightly, both watching her fall into a bloody haze before looking at them, a smile on her face.

“Sorry. Get a little too messy with my eating and killing.” she said, killing a vampire running behind her by punching her hand through its chest and squeezing the heart, feeling it burst.

As Lucinda runs over, Mary lands in front of her, gleefully smiling.

“Back up, Mary!” she said, swinging her dagger at her, but the latter dodges.

“Come on, Lu. It’s not safe for you to be fighting while carrying a baby.” Mary uttered, laughing afterwards.

Lucinda elbows her in the face, watching her falling as she tries to stab her, but she moves out of the way before the blade hits her, stabbing the floor.

“Look behind you, Lu!” yelled Annie, sees her struggling to pull the dagger up.

As Lucinda looks up, a vampire is about to pounce on her, but she lipped the dagger just in time, watching land on it via its heart, screaming as blood poured out of its mouth, hitting.

Annie smiled, thankful that she dodged it just in time.

Suddenly, she’s knocked to the ground by Stack who pins her down, shocking her.

Smoke attempts to knock him off, but a vampire knocks him down, jumping on him.

Lucinda tries to run over to them, but Mary knocks her down, about to attack her until Valerie ambushes her, tossing her against the wall.

As Smoke and the vampire struggle, he sees Stack biting into Annie’s neck, watching her body shake from the shock and pain, tears streaming.

“No, Annie! NO!” he yelled, but its no use as Stack continued to suck her blood, not giving a damn.

Lucinda is helped up by Valerie, horror on her face as she realized the visual of someone watching someone else being bitten was her Annie and Smoke, attempting to run but Valerie holds her back.

“Let me go!” she yelled tearfully, but gives up as she collapses to her knees, crying hard.

“I’m sorry, Lu.” she mumbled, consoling her.

All the memories of her being with Annie, from when they met, the first time she caught feelings for her, their first dance, their first hookup, and the session from early flows into Lucinda’s head.

Stack lifts his head up, blood all over his mouth as he looks at Smoke, smiling evilly. Valerie sees his face, hers dropping in shock that its him who’s killing Annie.

“She tastes good, bro. You did good, choosing her.” he said, continuing to suck.

Smoke becomes even more enraged, trying to get this vampire off him, but the vampire overpowers, trying to bite.

Suddenly, a dagger goes through its heart, making it scream and collapse to the side, revealing Valerie above. She tackles Stack off of Annie, bashing his head into the floor.

“You fucking idiot!” as she hits him in the face.

“Why would you do tha—“ she began, but is cut off by him pushing her off, landing hard on the floor.

He grabs Valerie’s leg, tossing her against a wall, which she hits very hard, wincing from the stinging as she sees the fights continuing on the ground.

Lucinda realizes the vision of that was from Valerie’s view, running to her.

Stack gleefully smiles, about to go after them until he sees Mary staring at Annie’s body tearfully, running to her.

“Annie!” she yelled, but Stack grabs her, running them out.

Smoke crawls to her, wrapping his hands around her wound, covering them in her blood. She wraps her hands around his, giving him a tearful glance.

“Annie, I can still save you….” as he cries, seeing her shake her head.

“Do it. We’ll be waiting.” she said, coughing a bit.

Smoke sniffles, grabbing the stake and positioning it over her heart. He locks eyes with her one more time, seeing her do the same.

“I love you, Annie.” he uttered.

“I love you too, Elijah.” she replied, feeling herself doze off.

Smoke pushes the stake through Annie’s heart, instantly killing her. He collapses on top of her, mourning her dead body.

Lucinda helps Valerie up, seeing her shake herself off as Sammie and Pearline runs over, killing more vampires along the way.

“You two good?” asked Pearline, checking the both of them.

Valerie nods as Lucinda doesn’t respond, cautiously walking to Smoke.

She kneels down to gently pull him off, bringing him to his feet as she pulls him into a direction.

“Come on, we have to get out of here!” she began, gesturing the rest of them to follow her.

They all, with Slim joining, run towards the stairs, but more vampires begin charging at them, in which they fight off.

Lucinda leads with Smoke, Valerie, Pearline, and Sammie following, but Slim stopping at the end, turning to face the vampires.

“Slim, what are you doing?!” asked Sammie, trying to go back for him, but Pearline pulls him up.

“Go! I’ll hold them off!” yelled Slim, taking the stake and dragging it across his arm, bleeding.

He walks towards the stage, luring them in as Sammie and Pearline follows the rest of group, now in a room with a door at the end.

“Y’all go ahead. That exit will get you far away.” said Smoke, loading his gun.

“I’m not leaving you here.” said Lucinda, hearing him sigh.

“You have to. Annie knew she was gonna die. And you had your visions.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t change it!”

“Lu, please!” he yells, silencing everyone.

He grabs her hands, gently kissing them as he looks at her, sadness in his eyes.

“You need to go. You gotta get him, Valerie, and Pearline out of here. I know I’ll survive, but I’m not letting you get killed by them or them Klan members.” he said, hearing her sniffle.

He kneels down, kisses her belly before kissing her, hugging tightly.

“You’re gonna be a great mama to our boy, Lu.” he whispered, hearing her cry.

“I don’t want to go!” she cried, shaking her head.

Smoke laughed, gently letting her go. He takes out his military dog tags and car keys from his pocket, giving it to her.

“Take care.” he said, looking at her as he removes the mojo bag, watching it hit the ground.

Lucinda nods, walking over to the group.

“And the rest of y’all better make sure you protect her.” he said, looking at Sammie, Valerie, and Pearline.

The trio nods as Lucinda joins them, heading to the door.

A/N II: Once again, I do apologize for the long wait on this. But part two is coming as I once again reached a text limit. Should be out tomorrow night or Friday.

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