#ssshhhh just look away

[periipheral]

honey, do you wanna see the west with me..?

(inspo)

[always-just-red]

A/N: So I threatened a while back to write MC arresting Sylus since he literally won’t shut up about it. Thought this would be a silly fic but it ended up an angst-driven exploration of how his time with MC is probably finite and ill-fated?? Anyway Sylus is too soft for this, I’m sorryyyy (Sy I love you! I would never do this to you! ‘Didn’t it come from your imagination, though?’ Ssshhhh you don’t know what you’re saying!! 🥰)

To Remain Silent

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: Sylus has told you to arrest him one too many times...

Genre: Emotional rollercoaster honestly? Some angst, some comfort (and a lil spice for flavour)

Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, vaguely established relationship, gets a little steamy at the end (mostly kissing tbh), artistic licence applied liberally since this would be WAY too risky for MC to actually attempt 😭😭

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

Sylus knows this isn’t real.

You watch him through the glass of his cell, and the subtle tint to it lets you know that he can’t watch you back. He’s sat on the single bench inside, leaning against the far wall, his long legs stretched out before him. His hands are cuffed— tucked away behind his back— but he still looks comfortable. More than comfortable: at ease. At home. Bored.

“You think I can’t feel those pretty little eyes of yours on me?” he mutters, head back, eyes closed. “I’m at your mercy, kitten. Are you really only going to look?”

You tap a button on the glass. “You should start taking this seriously.”

He smiles at the sound of your voice, but his eyes don’t open; there’s still nothing to see. “I’m taking it very seriously, sweetie.”

“I don’t think you are.”

The smile turns even more smug: a confession, all by itself. He sits up and leans forward, like someone who’s found a change of conversation to be interesting. His eyes open— managing to find you, somehow, and— can he see you? No. It’s an educated guess, he’s just selling it with confidence.

Leisurely, he rises from his seat and saunters over to the glass. “Let me see you,” he orders, then bargains: “Please? This is so very—” he toes the division— “one-sided.”

You can’t look him in the eyes, can you? This is hard enough without the windows to your soul baring your heart and your mind to him, like they always do. You should have worn those sunglasses he bought you for that undercover assignment. This is what they’re for, right? Hiding.

With a circular swipe of your finger, the glass before you clears and Sylus meets your gaze.

“Hi,” he teases.

You fold your arms across your chest. “Hey.”

“This is quite some effort you’ve gone to, kitten. And all for me, no less.”

“What effort?” you dismiss plainly. “You practically slapped those handcuffs on yourself.”

It’s not an exaggeration: from the cuffs to the ride here, not a single stage of his arrest has been resisted. The closest he’s gotten to a lack of cooperation was when you’d first restrained and dragged him from his study, where he’d been inclined to point out that the bedroom was the other way.

“Well, I didn’t want to cause a fuss,” he smirks. One of his hands is brought forward, and his handcuffs now hang uselessly from a finger. “Tell me,” he says, letting them swing as he holds your gaze, “what am I to expect now I’ve been so masterfully captured?”

You glance at the restraints, unmoved. “That isn’t for me to decide.”

A door behind you slides open, and— right on time— an altogether more impressive presence joins you before the cell. Sylus glances her up and down as the click of her heeled boots come to a stop; he has never met your captain, but he knows her face.

“You really cashed in all your favours, didn’t you, sweetie?” he observes. He turns to address the woman beside you: “We haven’t been introduced. I’m—”

“I know who you are,” Jenna interrupts, her tone as incorruptible as yours.

Sylus’s arm lifts, resting on the glass above you so he can tower over you, despite the partition. “Is that right?” he purrs absent-mindedly, dropping his head so he can speak into your ear. “Sweetie… I thought you could keep a secret.”

He’s goading you into your usual game, but the stakes don’t interest you. “You were wrong.”

You’re at your own table, dealing your own cards. Does he want to play? You think he might. His lips are curving at the delicious prospect of a challenge. You’ve given him a taste of it. He wants more.

Jenna is studying her clipboard, acting oblivious. She senses the impasse. Asks Sylus: “Do you know why you’re here?”

He huffs impatiently. “Enlighten me.”

“Sylus,” you scold.

Red eyes widen a fraction.

You see it.

Good.

…

Sylus thinks this might be real.

You said his name. His real name: the one with sharp, bloody strings attached. The one on all the posters. The one in your precious Association’s archives, linked to stacks of files and crime scene photos, most of which he isn’t even responsible for.

Sylus. You said: Sylus. 

It was worthy of a grand reveal— the sort of plot twist that delivered the suspense of so many thrillers— but here you are, speaking it like it’s nothing. Not a slip of the tongue; not a mistake. And it’s different here. He’s not your Sylus. He’s theirs.

Their murderer. Their monster. Their convenient little scapegoat for everything dark and unholy.

The captain is reading him a list, reeling off every crime— each alleged sin. As if he needs a reminder. As if all the time in the world could ever let him forget. “Needless to say, Mr Sylus,” she summarises, “due to the nature of these crimes, you may prove exempt from our standard procedures. A case like this is… unprecedented. Onychinus has much to answer for. You have much to answer for.”

Sylus hasn’t really been listening; it’s all senseless bureaucracy. “You have the wrong man,” he says, because whatever you’re doing— whatever stunt this is— a confession is sure to derail it. You know that, don’t you? You must be counting on it: holding that guilty breath of yours and hoping he’s smart enough to not be Sylus.

You don’t look worried in the slightest. You must have an awful lot of faith in him.

He studies you, waiting for a small, deliberate smile or a moment of weakness. Give him a sign, don’t give him a sign— it doesn’t matter; he’ll find one. His intentions must be clearer than yours, because you step up to the glass to face him.

Do it, your silence says, even though the rest of you is illegible. You want to look? Look.

His eye could light like a crimson fire— could burn the truth out of you— but it won’t. It’s a promise he made what feels like a lifetime ago, not long after you’d met: Your thoughts and desires are yours to give, not his to take.

Even here. Even now. He’s a man of his word, after all.

Impressed? You smile faintly, but there’s no warmth to it. “Captain,” you speak, your eyes not leaving his, “can you give us a minute? Please?”

“Of course,” the woman answers with a nod.

Sylus does not see her go. He hears it: the retreating rhythm of her shoes. He feels it: it’s just the two of you, alone again. Well, the two of you and that ‘hidden’ camera in the far corner of the room. “Whatever game this is,” he grins good-naturedly, his teeth gritted, “it stops. Now.”

“It’s not a game, Sylus. I told you to take this seriously.”

“What are you doing?” he snaps, and that good-natured grin didn’t last very long. 

Your hands land on your hips. “My job.” When he scoffs, you continue: “Did you really think this would end any other way? After everything you’ve done?”

He laughs and it’s deeply sardonic. He’s no saint— to try to convince you he was would be a crime worthy of punishments far worse than this. But you know him. You know the line and what stands on each side of it: everything he’s done, yes, and everything he’s been made to take the fall for.

You wouldn’t do this to him. Would you? “You want to play pretend? Fine,” he hisses. He wants to wrap his Evol around that godforsaken camera and annihilate it. “You caught the big, bad boss of Onychinus— congratulations, sweetie. Sure. Let’s say that’s who I am. A man like that has power, right? So what’s to keep him— me— from escaping? Right now?”

“You’re not going to leave, Sylus. Wanna know why?”

He’s sure you’re going to tell him, and you do:

“Because you’re all talk. All smoke and mirrors. You want to go? Go. But there’s not a single person in this building who wouldn’t give their life to bring you back. Someone will catch up to you eventually, and what then?”

“I’ll have a lot of fun, I imagine.”

“You’ll do nothing,” you correct. “Because those people out there? They’re my friends. My family. You hurt them? You hurt me. Make all the threats you want, Sylus— we both know the truth.”

He towers over you, still, but it’s hard not to shrink at your next words:

“You don’t have it in you.”

Your eyes are sharp: whetted with resentment. Sylus is your reflection— your worthy opponent, always— but he just can’t look at you like that.

There’s a quiet hiss as you slide a finger over the cell’s control panel. White, neon light carves through the glass partition: two vertical lines that bleed upwards, either side of him, before bending to meet each-other. The glass between them shimmers, then fades.

Sylus stands on the precipice of the doorway, cool air crawling past him. He stares up at the camera, then down at you. Your arms have folded again as you watch him— a narrative of apathy.

“How about it, Sylus?” you ask bitterly. “Still think you can outrun fate?”

“No.” Not since it started wearing your face. Fate is you, putting a bullet in his heart, and him, waking up so you can do it over and over again. Maybe this is real. Maybe it isn’t. “What do you want from me?” he entreats softly, because you’ll get it— either way.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you sneer, and your hand shoots out, grasping a fistful of his shirt. You use it to drag him out of the cell, closer, lower, so that his face is mere inches from yours.

“No,” he repeats. “Say it.”

Your eyes burn like pyres: so dangerous, so beautiful, so suited to being the death of him. “I want you—” you begin, as they flit briefly to his lips— “to tell me…”

“What?”

“How you cheat at kitty cards.”

Oh. Oh.

You’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?

Sure enough, you drop his shirt and burst into laughter— irrepressibly you again. The fire in your eyes has simmered down into something warm, safe, and comfortable, and— gods— you’re even crying. You’re doubled over, holding your stomach as though it hurts. You lift a hand to wipe your wet cheek. “Your face,” you get out between gasps, “oh, your face!”

Yours is not the only laughter, but it’s the only laughter Sylus hears.

“We so got you, Skye!” Tara’s vaguely familiar voice resounds from an intercom.

There’s some confusing static with it— more tittering voices— and Sylus suspects he’s found himself the star of your colleagues’ after-work entertainment. He puts his hands on his hips as he looks up at the camera. “Is the whole office—”

“Yeah,” you manage, wiping away another tear. “Figured it would be good for morale. Good practice, too.”

“Practice?”

“Mmhmm,” you confirm with a hum. You’ve apparently gotten a handle on the hilarity of the situation, because you approach him with something close to composure. Meditatively, you smooth down the fabric of his shirt. Straighten his collar. “For when we catch the real Sylus one day.”

He captures your wrists; that’s a lot of tenderness for someone who just tried to give him a heart attack. Maybe he’s a little too rough, because you pout at him in a way that makes him instantly soften his grip.

“You ok, Skye?” you enquire with an ironic smile and an adorable tilt of your head.

His thumbs are feathering over your pulse points, and slowly, he leans in to deliver a message, just for you: “If I say no, will you make it up to me?”

…

Sylus knows this is real.

His mouth is on yours and it’s relentless, desperate; you made him wait for it. How long has he been wanting to trap you against the nearest wall, just like this, so he can kiss you until he forgets just how cold you can be? 

He’s been very patient. He didn’t roll his eyes or utter a word of complaint when you’d dragged him to join your colleagues for dinner. It was your victory party, your ‘I made you look like an idiot’ party, but he was his usual, charming self, and your friends all adored him for it. They’d spun him the tale of his ‘arrest’— the planning, the preparation, and your lightbulb moment: 

“Hey, guys, have you ever thought about how Skye kinda looks like Sylus?”

Only he could understand how wickedly clever it was. His eyes had sought yours as he listened, lazy, content, and so obviously biding his time. You’d smiled at him. He’d smiled back. 

And he’d stayed smiling, even after the party was over and you’d had to walk a slightly-tipsy Tara home. She’d refused a taxi, insisted Sylus escort her— oh, and you could come, too! He’d lent her his arm: humoured every squeeze and chuckled at each remark about the size of it. You’d had to swat her away, in the end.

“I’m just teasing, y’know?” she’d giggled as the three of you arrived at her front door. “Skye knows I’m just teasing. You’re such a sweetheart, Skye. Imagine! You— the leader of Onychinus!”

She’d laughed, much too loud for such a quiet street, and with a less-than-subtle wink, left the two of you alone. Which is how you’d ended up here, in an alley around the back of her building, because it was Sylus’s turn to drag you somewhere. 

His attentions have moved lower; there’s a subtle clink as his fingers find the clasp of your shirt collar and he peels it back, exposing your neck. His lips leave yours, trailing down, down— past the line of your jaw and over the soft, vulnerable column of your throat. You gasp as he brushes over a sensitive spot, and you could swear you feel him smile.

He’s always been passionate, but this is a different fire, fuelled by something you can’t ignore, no matter how much you want to:

Relief. 

“Sy,” you murmur breathlessly, your hand in his hair, tugging gently. “Sy, stop.” 

“Mmm?” he acquiesces, voice sinfully low as the cold evening air takes his place kissing your neck. His eyes shine like blood spilt in the dead of night— lingering on you. He looks drunk.

You lift a hand to cup his face and run your thumb over his cheek. “I’ll never let anything happen to you, Sylus. You know that, right?”

Those dark eyes find clarity with your words, full of apprehension for just how naive you can be. The future will turn on you just as quickly as a wild animal someone boasts about having tamed, and aren’t you foolish, thinking you can control something like that? 

Besides, that’s his job.

“I know,” he says like he’s supposed to— ever the martyr, following the script. He goes to nuzzle into you again, but your hand is still tight in his hair and he groans as you use it to pull him back. 

“I mean it,” you reassert, forcing him to look at you. You don’t care that it’s ridiculous. You don’t care that fate is so hot on your heels that you have to keep running. You’re tired. He’s even more tired.

Isn’t it nice to stop and catch your breath?

Pretend you have time: His gaze is full of faith and oh, the world is going to enjoy punishing the two of you. “I know,” he insists, because this is the second time you’ve fooled him tonight. You feel his hand on your face and you let him kiss you— again, then again— so achingly slow, so arrogant. 

The world can wait; he wants to punish you first. 

“Do you really want to know—” he distracts as he finds that sensitive spot on your neck again— “how I cheat at kitty cards?”

The pad of his finger is chasing the path of his mouth; it tickles. You whine: “Tell me later, Sy.”

“Ok,” he breathes against you.

Later. There’ll be a later.

Won’t there?

[amongemeraldclouds]

Firewhiskey Confessions

After drinking to cope with your heartbreak, you find a reliable confidante to spill your guts to. Except, he is not who he seems.

Soft!Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warning: alcohol, fluff, no use of y/n

Author’s note: Just a silly idea, this is unserious. Official entry for @thatdammchickennugget's Hogmarch challenge, prompt 2.

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I never drank. Obviously, anyone can do what they want with their kidneys. I just didn’t like the idea of slurring my words or tilting gravity for fun, and I preferred to keep my mind sharp.

And yet, my world had tilted anyway without alcohol to blame.

As for my sharp mind? Well, here at Mattheo’s birthday party, all that precious sharp mind has done is hack away at my heart. So screw it. I need a drink.

I grab a shot of firewhiskey as a tray passes by and down it in one gulp, wincing. Well, no one drinks alcohol for its taste. I shake it off and move to the nearest tray for another shot. 

Five shots in, I feel flushed and ready for gravity to tilt, a familiar occurrence at this point. I sneak off to another room when I see Mattheo greeting his guests, laughter pealing and glasses clinking. Everyone is having a great time. Yay! 

In the quiet of the receiving area, I wrap my arm across a coated gentleman for support. “Avoiding the party too, huh?”

When he doesn’t reply, I continue. “Well, don’t worry. I’m not judging you. You see I,” I say, pointing at myself for emphasis, “am avoiding Mattheo. Why did I come to his party only to avoid him, you ask? Well one might say, I don’t make very smart decisions.”

I blink, trying to catch my train of thought.

“You seem to be a very good listener,” I ponder, bringing my face closer to his shoulder since he’s too tall for me to reach his ear. “Can I tell you a secret? But ssshhhh you can’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.”

“I’m in love with Mattheo Riddle and I screwed it all up. Last week, he kissed me during a game of spin the bottle and I just knew there was nothing friendly about the kiss. So what did I do? Confess my long harbored feelings for my best friend like an emotionally intelligent woman?”

“Pssh, nah,” I wave it off.

“Remember, I don’t make smart decisions. What I did was ignore him for a week and then act like nothing happened. By the time I stopped ignoring him, he already had a girlfriend so I’m avoiding him again. I’ll spare you the details, but she’s wonderful. Can’t even hate her if I tried. They’re going to make gorgeous pureblood babies and live happily ever after. I’m so happy for them, but why couldn’t it have been me?” I hiccup.

“Answer me,” I poke at his side.

Instead, I hear an amused voice behind me. “Why are you talking to a coat?”

“I’m not talking to a coat, you’re talking to a coat,” I turn and point at…oh, Mattheo.

“Darling, why are you drinking?” He says, moving towards me.

I blink. “Why do you think I’m talking to a coat?”

“Because you are,” he deadpans. 

Oh. I step back and take a good look at my companion. I sway and Mattheo catches me. “Why do you hang your coats on mannequins instead of racks like everyone else?”

“In case you didn’t notice, I live in a mansion. Not like everyone else either,” he explains patiently like he’s talking to a child.

“Come on, you’re drunk. Let’s take you to my room to rest,” he says guiding me.

I focus my attention on staying upright. When we reach his room, he helps me lay down his bed and hands me a glass of water to help me sober up.

“How much of that did you hear?” I ask when my mind clears up a little.

“Do you want the truth or do you want to save yourself from embarrassment?” He asks.

I groan and bury my head in my hands.

He places a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Well if you must know, I don’t have very friendly feelings towards you either, it’s more than that. But when you started ignoring me, I thought you didn’t like me.”

I look at him then and tilt my head, confused.

“Darling, if you stopped avoiding me, I would have very easily told you that I’m only fake dating to help save a friend from a toxic ex-boyfriend,” he explains.

“Wait,” I feel the gears in my head spinning. It’s rusty, but we’re getting there. “So you don’t have a girlfriend and you’re in love with me too?”

“In short, yes,” he says gently.

“Huh,” I grin. “That worked out well, I should drink more.”

“Absolutely not,” Mattheo protests. And then, “really? That’s your takeaway?” He shakes his head, covering me with the blanket. 

I close my eyes with a satisfied smile and sink into the soft, cozy sheets. As I drift off to sleep, I distantly hear Mattheo say, “get rest, we’ll talk more tomorrow,” and faintly feel him kiss my forehead.

[beastofburdenxo]

I got you

Thanks to @smezzzz, here is a continuation of "Look After You" Tommy has another seizure, this time at The Garrison in front of his brothers. As always, you are there. Just some fluff, mention of blood, typical Tommy language.

"Easy there, it's alright now, I've got you." Tommy woke up, excruciating pain ebbing through his head. Another episode happened, this time outside of the comfort of his home, where it could stay hidden.

No, this time, it was at The Garrison, in front of his family, who were very much unaware. Tommy cracked his head on the floor, causing blood to pool around him. John and Arthur picked him up out of his own blood and set him on one of the tables. Unsure of what to do, they called you in a panic.

Of course, you came immediately, knowing tommy would be very upset. Especially now that the cat is out of the bag. "Ssshhhh, it's alright. It's just a little blood this time. Just a small boo boo." You comfort tommy in his dazed state. His eyes are going in and out of focus, occasionally focusing on you. "Why wasn't we told about the seizures?" Arthur asks, clearly bothered by this whole thing.

"Tommy wanted no one to know. He has hid it well these past few months. You know how he is, very stubborn. Wanted no one thinking he couldn't lead. Thought he was less of a man." John shook his head, raising his glass as if to chuck it at Tommy's incompasitated head. "We would have never thought that, you ignorant fuck!"

Just then, a weak sound leaves Tommy's mouth, silencing the room. "Ssshhh, it's okay. We're all here for you, tommy." Arthur walks closer. "Yeah, Tom, we're not going anywhere. You should have told us before shit hit the fan, eh? You asshole." Tommy's eyes are only for you, ignoring the rest as silent tears streak his face. Your name weakly leaves his mouth as he realizes what had happened.

You send the boys away before the storm in Tommy's eyes approaches. His arms reach out for you before the dam finally breaks. You gather him in your arms as broken sobs leave him. "My brave boy. It's okay, sweetheart. Nobody is mad at you. They are just worried in their own way, you know. Sssshhh, tommy, relax." You kiss his forehead as you inspect his latest injury, "Well you've stopped bleeding. And on the upside," you lean to whisper this next part in his ear, "you didn't wet yourself this time. That secret stays with us, yeah?"

You gently rock him like you would an upset baby. Because he is your upset baby. You knew he didn't want this part to be shown. They've already seen the worst. This part is just for the two of you. You are his safe place. "Alright, let's get you home, yeah? You've had one hell of a day." You kiss the remaining tears away and you call the boys back to help tommy off the table.

Of course, they noticed his puffy eyes and the occasional sniffle, but not a word was said about it. Tommy didn't even try and fight their help like he normally would. "Go home brother, try again tomorrow, yeah?" John says with a pat on the back. "We can handle one day, Tom, we'll be alright." Arthur concluded as they helped tommy into the car.

On the way home, Tommy lays his head in your lap. You stroke his face as you drive. "That was so scary. How do you handle it so well?" Tommy murmured. "Well, sweetheart, this isn't my first rodeo. Poor Arthur was white as a sheet." You chuckled. "I don't want to be away from you for a second. I get scared when you're not around."

"Baby, it's okay. There's no need to be scared. Now that everyone knows, they can look after you when I can't. Now, do you see why I wanted you to tell them?" Tommy sighs. "Yeah, but they still aren't you love. You keep me calm."

As you pull up the long driveway, Tommy sits up and lays his head on your shoulder. "My fucking head is killing me." You give him a kiss. "I'd say so. You took quite the tumble today. And if you insist, I don't care to tag along a bit more than I do. But I can't help it if the boys give you shit over it." Tommy smiles up at you. "Fuck em, I need you. More than you could ever know. I love you "

"I love you too, Tommy sweetheart."

[onskepa]

Hey long time no speak, I had an idea for your Stxeli series maybe one with her and Tsu’tey?

Maybe Mo’at and Neytiri left the clan for the day having something to do with tsahik business so Eytukan took her for the day but something came up that needed his attention so next thing you know Tsu’tey stuck watching her and he has no idea what to do .

And this is just a side note maybe he finds she likes trying to catch the persons tail until she did but she’s teething so she bit him ?

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Hi! OMGAH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! I KNOW JUST HOW TO MAKE THIS!! HOPE YOU ENJOY~!!!

Stxeli series

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Stxeli: Lack of instructions

It was another wonderful day. The sun rose and the community began to wake up. Mo’at and neytiri woke up extra early as they had to leave for visit a nearby clan. Eytukan glady looked forward to another father daughter day with his sweet baby girl, stxeli. He had a few duties to attend to but none that had to have him away from his child. 

That is until something really did require his utmost attention. And it wasn't something he could take stxeli along for. No, it was risky and with what happened last time, eytukan wasn't so keen on taking his chances. But that left him troubled. Who else can take care of his baby while he is out doing his tasks? Many would gladly volunteer yes but he needs someone he can truly trust. So that only points to one person. 

“ME?!” 

“Yes you tsu’tey”

Tsu’tey, a young na’vi warrior. Training to be the next olo’eyktan. A promising leader for the future that the people can rely on. Respectful and earning his respect as he goes through his early stages of iknimaya. 

Is stuck babysitting a human baby girl. 

And not just any baby girl, no, the daughter of Eytukan and Mo’at. Their little ‘gift’ as they praise so much. Even neytiri seems to be under the child's spell or some sort. As this baby was human, so clearly she stands out. And it bothers tsu’tey a lot. Humans robbed everything from his people. What more can this little thing steal? His heart?

Little wide eyes stare up at the young amber eyes. No words, just stare in slow blinks. Tsu’tey sat in front of stxeli as his tail behind him slowly sways. He carefully observes her, but the little human does nothing. For the moment. Stxeli her name was, odd blubby pink thing she is. Soft and warm to touch and very ticklish. 

Eytukan has given young tsu’tey the task to watch over his daughter as he is currently busy with a problem that cant be cast aside. While tsu’tey was left in confusion and baffled that his olo’eyktan would give him, a young warrior in training, a silly task. Though it was so sudden and not given to the young boy on what to do, tsu’tey so far thinks it is easy. 

Stxeli on the other hand observes the new face. He looks at odds in her eyes. The new face isn't like her mama or dada, or her big sister. Stxeli wonders if he is just as fun playing games as her family does. 

“This looks easy…I think” tsu’tey looks down at stxeli who was hanging awkwardly on the sling he was using to carry her. The poor little limbs were all over the place, her left arm hanging while the other was being held up and her legs, one folded and the other stretched out. This was not a comfortable position for stxeli, none. 

So stxeli releases her cries, making it known she does not like being held like that. 

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” 

Tsu’tey was worried now, this was first! How does he calm her down? 

“Ssshhhh! Its ok, ummm…!! Ok ok here” tsu’tey was rambling as he was quick to remove her from the sling. But her cries didn't stop, stxeli’s little cheeks becoming red and her cries louder. This was not as easy as tsu’tey would have thought. 

To be fair, Eytukan really didn't give much instructions or information on how to take care of his daughter. Just placed the baby on tsu’teys arms and told him to take care of her while he is away. And left. True tsu’tey has some experience with young babies, his little brother Arvok. Cute baby he is, but Arvok is a na’vi baby, stxeli is a human baby so not everything can be the same. 

“Ssshhhh, don't cry” tsu’tey bounces stxeli in his arms, trying to calm her down. Yet she still cries. How do they do it? Maybe she is hungry? He looks around the home to look for anything. He remembers the tsahik feeding stxeli smashed fruit before. Maybe some food will calm her down. Moving a few things around Tsu'tey found some fruits. He quickly peels one and was quick to feed it to stxeli. “Eat and shush” he says as though stxeli will understand what he is saying. 

Thankfully the baby did calm down. And like a hungry little beast, stxeli tries to shove a big piece in her mouth. Grabbing the fruit tightly with her little hands, doing her best to take big mites. This certainly made tsu’tey chuckle a bit. But quickly shook his head. No, he shouldn't be amused by the human. Tsu’tey mentally scolds himself, humans are parasitic. They all are. 

Though, as he watches stxeli eat, he notices something odd about her. 

“You are taking rather big bites…” tsu’tey comments, one thing he knows babies in general is that they should not eat big pieces, feeling a bit worried the little one might choke. So he gently pulls away the fruit, but this makes stxeli whine, making grabby gestures of wanting more. 

“Hold on, just a moment little one” he whispers, carefully putting his finger in her mouth to examine something. Tsu’tey has his suspicions, and surprise surprise, he was correct. . 

“Just as I thought…” 

Stxeli was teething.

Now teething is normal, every baby goes through it. Not surprising that stxeli is no different. Though she may lack the fangs, baby teeth are not something to be taken lightly. Tsu’tey knows it first hand. Few years back with arvok was a baby himself, tsu’tey was often the victim of his brother's teething. Being bitten by tiny teeth is not as funny as he thought first hand. Arvok loved to bite tsu’tey’s tail, it hurts more than biting the ear. 

So Tsu'tey thought of something that might help. 

Soon after stxeli’s fruity lunch, tsu’tey was quick to take her out into the village for some social time while he searched for materials to create a little soft toy. He did this with Arvok during his teething phase, perhaps it will work the same with the little human. According to his mother, a baby should have something soft for them to safely chew on. 

So as tsu’tey was looking through some of the materials the locals were offering, stxeli was happily chewing away the little basket she was being carried in. Wasn't soft but not so hard either. Stxeli had the desire to just bite things, and it is fun!

Yet as stxeli bites down on her little cage, her eyes are locked on every na’vi tail. Mama said something about tails but little stxeli couldn't remember. Doesn't matter, all that matters is her need to bite down on those tails. They look so tempting for some reason. Will they be squishy like her fruit, or hard like the tart neytiri eats? Who knows. 

“Aabaaaa!!” 

Stxeli calls out for the young boy that was carrying her. Demanding his attention. 

“Not now,” tsu’tey replies. As dumb as it may seem but tsu’tey understands the baby language well, so he knows what stxeli wants. And that is to be put down. No way is that happening. She is just in her teething phase, no way will the ‘disappear in one second’ phase will start. 

“AAAHHHH!!” stxeli shouts more. 

“I said not now-OW!!” Tsu'tey hisses in pain as he feels a strong pull of his braids. Hearing the annoying laughter of stxeli, he turns to the child smiling widely like his pain was amusing to her. 

“Cruel thing you are” he sneers at her. But stxeli doesnt care. His eyes are finally on her. Tsu’tey grabbed the materials he needed and headed back to stxeli’s home. Clearly she has enough social exposure for the day. 

“No stop, stxeli stop…!!” tsu’tey feels really lost and annoyed at the same time. The second he places the baby down, was the second she decided to crawl all around him. Like some obstacle course that stxeli had to dominate/ which in a way stxeli was trying to try, new person, new mission. 

Though stxeli isnt familiar with boundaries, so when she climbed to the top of tsu’tey’s head, she pulled his ear rather roughly. 

“Owowowow! STOP!” he hissed at stxeli angrily, his patience dropping by the second. Lifting her up, air jail style, he glares down at her. 

Stxeli on the other hand was scared. The boy made a scary angry face. She didn't want to be near him anymore, so she wobbled her lips, tears threatening to fall once again.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!” 

She cries out. Again. 

Crap. 

Eytukan had finished his duties and was excited to go home. He knows that mo’at and neytiri would arrive the following morning, so he has some time with stxeli before he will have to fight with his mate and daughter again. Yet as he gets closer, he hears a loud familiar cry. 

Stxeli was crying loudly. 

Quickly he runs closer to his home, opening the flaps he sees stxeli crying, her face red and tears falling non stop. Not far from her was tsu’tey who looked just as ready to cry himself. 

Stxeli sees her papa and quickly crawls towards him, seeking safety and comfort. And eytukan was quick to pick her up. 

“Ssshhh there there ma’ite, I'm here. I'm here” he soothes. Stxeli places her head on his chest hearing his voice vibrate in his chest while clinging onto him for dear life. Slowly her cries stopped, and was quick to pass out from exhaustion. 

“Why did you leave me with her?” tsu’tey asks angrily. Eytukan looked at the young boy with regret. “I'm sorry tsu’tey, where I had to go was urgent, the only person I could think of to take care of her was you. I'm sorry I made you go through all that” eytukan apologizes. For Tsu'tey, a simple apology didn't seem enough. 

“You left me alone with a little human, gave me no clear instructions on how to care for her, practically left me to figure it out. She pulled my hair, constantly wanting attention, always hungry, always screaming, crying, throwing tantrums, biting! Oh and before I forget, she is teething!” Tsu'tey listed all that happened in short words to get his point across. 

“She is a little demon! Everytime I experience something painful she laughs at me! She laughs at others' pain! My mother is right, all stxeli is a par-”

“Tsu’tey that's enough” Eytukan warns. His voice booming with authority and demand. 

And the little boy shut his mouth up. His whole body froze, staring at the olo’eyktan with shock and fear. 

“I know I was in the wrong to leave you without anything to go by, but tsu’tey, never, and I mean NEVER speak ill of my daughter. Stxeli isn't a demon. Don't let your mothers words blind you to what reality truly is' ' Eytukan speaks, his voice strong yet gentle. 

Tsu’tey lowers down his gaze, his ears and tail lowering down too. 

Eytukan sighs and gestures to the boy to come closer. To which the boy does. 

“Tell me, what was arvok like when he was a baby?” Eytukan asks. 

Tsu’tey takes a moment to remember, “my brother was a bit loud, he would laugh at any sound, enjoyed having me attention. He used to eat moss for some reason, and loved playing with anything that moved. Oh, and loved to be showered in love and would pout if nobody was paying attention to him. And was always hungry” he listed. Remembering how his baby brother was like brought a warm smile to his face. 

“And why did arvok do those certain things?” Eytukan asks. Tsu’tey shrugs, “Im not sure, but he was a baby who-ooooohh…”

Tsu’tey understood now. 

“You are catching on, good. Stxeli does things that even I don't understand, but it somehow makes sense to her. Humor is different for everyone, and it changes. Stxeli likes to see others in pain perhaps by the expressions we make. Perhaps she finds them funny. Babies are unpredictable and it is always a surprise to see what they do next. Yes, she cries and can last a long time screaming, but remember. She is still a baby who is learning in her own way. So try not to be so upset with her. Maybe in the future, you can teach her a thing or two”. 

Tsu’tey lets his words settle in his mind. Echoing and embedding. 

A couple of hours later, after a needed nap that both stxeli and tsu’tey needed, they had their little dinner. Tsu’tey was enjoying his food as he and eytukan watch stxeli crawl around and try to bite whatever she finds interesting. 

“I have seen your little project tsu’tey, are you making a soft toy for her?” Eytukan asks, his eyes never leaving stxeli’s. Tsu’tey looks down a bit, “yes, it is not finished but, I figured it would do her good to chew on something soft and not anything that could harm her” he says. 

Eytukan hums in approval. He looks down at the pot to serve himself more food. 

“Tomorrow, if you are not so busy-OW!!!” tsu’tey was interrupted with a sharp pain was felt on his tail. Quickly he turns around and suddenly sees stxeli biting down on his tail. Her little eyes staring up at him like she is innocent of a crime that she is so clearly commiting. 

“Stop it-OW!!” 

Stxeli laughs at his pain. Again. 

Eytukan chuckles, goes over to his daughter to carefully pull her away from the child’s tail. Tsu’tey rubbed the pain away from his tail, “how can her teeth be so small but hurt so much?” he groans. Though not as annoyed as before. 

Eytukan puts stxeli back down to let her crawl again, “similar to smaller predators that have razor sharp teeth. Soon she will have full jaws of teeth. I should add more solids to her diet” he says. 

Tsu’tey nods, “if you plan on-OOOOOOWWW!!” 

Again tsu’tey turns and sees stxeli once again biting down on his tail. But this time, stxeli is locked in. Refusing to let go. 

“OWOWOWOOWWOWOOOOOOOOOOOW!!” Tsu'tey cries out in pain, trying to pull the baby away. Eytukan gently tries to pull stxeli away again, but stxeli was dead set. She will bite the tail if its the last thing she does! 

“Stxeli times to let go now” 

“OOOOOOOOOOW!! SHE IS DIGGING!! STXELI IS-OOOOW!!” 

Tsu’tey plans to finish that toy before he loses his tail to a biting little baby.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! I like how it turned out, lemme know what you guys think! Until next time! See ya!

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[storydays]

Welcome to Heaven P2

(3rd POV)

*In Heaven Meeting Room*

"Heavenly people, what more do you need to see?" Adam asked, as the court room watch Angel and Cherri take shots. "The porn star chose a night of debauchery. That's not a soul worthy of being in Heaven!" He exclaimed.

"Um, objection! Are you really telling me you've never had a drink with friends at the end of a hard day?" Charlie asked. 

"Uh, we don't have hard days. It's fuckin' Heaven, bitch. You seriously going to sit there and pretend like this behavior is okay? What do you think?" The yellow angel asked Vaggie as Charlie and (Y/N) growled lowly.

"I--I--I have to go to the bathroom." Vaggie stuttered before rushing off. "What, Vaggie, can't you hold it?" Charlie hissed after her.

"Angel will make good decisions! We have to keep watching! Please." (Y/N) pleaded. Sera sighed heavily before turning to Emily. "Yeah, I don't know." "Yeah, let's give him a chance." The younger Seraphim replied. 

"Very well; the court will allow it." "Fuck, yes!" Charlie cheered, fist pumping herself. (Y/N) noticed the looks she was receiving and elbowed Charlie who quickly corrected herself. "I mean, heh, thank you."

*In Consent Club*

Angel tossed his head back as  Cherri approached with more in her hands. "Round 12, mother fuckers! Heels are comin' off!" "Haha! Yeah, keep 'em comin'!" laughed the spider, reaching for another. "Come on, right here, right to Daddy." He giggled. "Oh, it is wonderful to have friends!" Sir Pentious cackled, tossing his head back, enjoying the sting of the alcohol. 

"Everything's spinny, hehe." Niffty giggled, reaching for a little more. "Ha ha! I think you're done, tiny." Angel took the shot from her, giving it to Husk who downed two shots at the same time. "No! Gimmie gimmie gimmie!" Niffty whined, reaching for the glass. 

"Oh, come on, bitch, she can handle a little more!" Cherri scowled. "She's like ten pounds soaking wet, and--" Angel defended before noticing the cyclops maid was gone. 

"Oh, shit. Where'd she go?"

Niffty ignored the angry yells as she cleaned up group of men's table. "Dirty, dirty, make it clean." Niffty said manically. 

"Dammit, Niffty. Sorry fellas, here, next one's on me." Angel threw a wad of cash at the men, rolling his eyes at how they fought over it.

"Niffty? Shit!" Angel cursed, seeing the redhead raiding the cleaning closet. "Chlorine....Bleach...." 

Angel went to stop her, when Cherri stopped him in his path, with her hands on her hip. "Angie, the fuck are you doing? You're supposed to be relaxing, not playing nanny." 

"Look, she ain't used to this scene. I-I just don't want her to end up in the gutter like I used to." Angel protested. 

"Pfft, whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you're done." The pink haired Cyclops walked away and Angel snatched Niffty up. "Stop! You can't take that! God Niff, why are you bein' such a mess?!" He snapped. 

"I-I'm the mess?" Niffty started bawling loudly. "Oh, oh shit! Hey, hey, hey...calm down, ya ain't a mess. It's fine, ssshhhh, hey, you wanna play with the kitty?" Angel panicked, before using his second pair of hands to rub soothing circles on Niffty's back and in her hair. 

"Yeah." whined Niffty. 

"The fuck is this?" Husk demanded as Niffty climbed all over him, and started pulling at his ears and eyebrows. "She's wasted." Angel deadpanned before smiling. "Just go with it." 

"Re-really?! Ugh, get the--" He sighed, accepting his fate as Niffty started pulling on his wings. 

"Ahh, hey, wow!" Pentious, who was clearly drunk, slid over to where Cherri was sitting boredly. "Hey, so, I see the club has a sex room. So I was thinking, maybe you'd want to uhm, do a sex with me?" He asked awkwardly. 

Cherri snorted, suddenly interested. "I'm sorry, why would we have sex?" "Uh, uh, um.. because I'm having sex with everyone here!" He exclaimed loudly, yelping when a group of demons dragged him into a room. "Get in here."

Cherri shook her head, before perking up seeing Angel approach with Husk and Niffty behind him. "You know, we can do this fucking shit every fucking night! You don't have to spend all of your off hours, 'working on yourself,' you little bitch."She grinned, ignoring Angel's raised eyebrow. 

"The hotel isn't a problem in his life, it's--" Husk defended before trailing off. "Valentino." Angel muttered darkly, looking off to the side. 

"Exactly. So why don't you---"

"No. Valentino." Angel's voice wobbled as he pointed at the moth sitting with two other demoness's. "Yeah, I'm here all the time, they know me. You're gorgeous...do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? Ooh, I could make you a star..." Valentino continued to talk as Angel started shaking in fear. 

"L-Let's get the fuck outta here, ok? Come on.---" He started to walk out when he realized something. Sparing a glance at Val over his shoulder, he quickly took notice of who was missing. "Where's Niffty?" "...Porn star. Okay, yup, bring me another drink or I'll fucking kill you." Val's voice carried over the party noise as Niffty ran over to him, giggling, "Bad boy. Hehehehe."

Angel, despite his fear, ran after her, muttering under his breath as he pushed through the crowd. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Get out of my way."

He quickly caught Niffty, just as she was approaching Valentino. "Holy shit, Angel Dust? What are you doing here, baby?" cooed the moth. "I'm surprised to see you not riding the prince's dick." he mocked, making a dick gesture. 

"Funny." Angel rolled his eyes. "Who's this chiquita? You bringing me fresh meat?" Val asked, leaning closer to eye Niffty. 

Niffty tried to bite him. 

"Oi!" exclaimed Valentino, leaning back in his seat, allowing the two demoness's to lean back against him.

"I just want a taste." Niffty growled with a grin. "Ehh, weird, but there's a kink for that I'm sure." shrugged the pimp. 

"Fuck off, Val." Hissed Angel, standing up, holding Niffty close. "Excuse me?" Val narrowed his eyes. 

"I said, fuck off. I put up with your bullshit for the longest time, and I will never let you get your claws into my friends." 

"You forget who you're talking to, slut?" "No, I know exactly who I'm talking to: An insecure piece of shit, who makes himself feel better beating up and taking advantage of vulnerable people and who is incapable of feeling anything other than greed, you , twisted, heartless son of a bitch." Val growled lowly, making a smoke chain appear, and he went to raise a hand to hit the spider, when suddenly a (f/c) chain pulled him to his knees, to be face to face with a shadow version of the prince. 

" Did you forget our deal, Valentino?" cooed the Shadow Prince, tail lazily swinging behind him. The pimp gulped nervously.

"Ugh, n-no, never." stuttered the moth, as the shadow version of (Y/N) narrowed his red eyes before pulling the moth close to him, effectively gagging him. Angel, Niffty, and Husk watched with wide eyes.

"Hm. So you weren't about to put your hands on Angel? You're saying I'm lying?" 

"No, Príncipe. Angel and I were just having a---" He choked when the shadow pulled harshly, before turning to the crowd. "Who here had seen Valentino raise his hand to Angel?" He called, raising an eyebrow at the many hands that had went up. 

The moth was shaking from where he was kneeling as he realized his mistake.

" Niffty, dear."  The shadow nodded his head, and Niffty snatched some fluff off of Val's neck. "Ow! What the fuck?!" He exclaimed. "For my collection, hehe." 

"I think, Valentino, I let you off too easy last time. Until I return from my meeting, you are going back to the...playroom. And if you think last time was horrifying.." The shadow laughed darkly, watching as the horror spread across Valentino's face. "Just wait, motherfucker. Just wait." And with the both Valentino and the shadow disappeared, with the shadow prince's laughter echoing through the club.

"Fuck, that was kind of hot." Angel sighed, thinking of his fiance. "Good job, kid." Husk smiled, patting Angel on the back as they finally walked back to Cherri. "Uh, Niffty, what's the fluff for?" Husk asked. "For my collection, hehehe." She chuckled.

"Did you just call these cunts your friends? Thought that was my job." She chuckled, looking proud of Angel. "There's room for everyone, and ya know, you could come crash with us too." Angel smiled. 

"Okay, look Angie, I'm glad this hotel shit is workin' for ya. But you know me, bitch. I'm doin' just fine. In fact, I'm gonna fuck the next guy I see, okay?" Cherri chuckled, starting to walk away before turning back to him with a soft smile, "But, if you need me, you know where to find me, yeah?"

She walked away, just as Pentious approached, panting heavily. "Is Cherri still here?" 

Angel and Husk both pointed at Cherri as she walked hand in hand with a random demon into a sex room. "Dammit!" He exclaimed. 

*Back in the Heaven courtroom*

"See! He did everything on your checklist! He was selfless, he stopped Niffty from stealing, and he stuck it to that moth man!" Charlie exclaimed proudly. 

"Uhh, well, uh...then, then why isn't he here then? Hm?" Ace demanded. "Yeah, why isn't he here?" Emily asked Sera who looked away. 

The court room started muttering uneasily. "Wait, none of you know what gets someone into Heaven?" (Y/N) spoke up, glaring as Sera spoke up. 

"This questioning stops now. We know when a soul arrives, we know when they pass divine judgement. It is our job to ensure these souls are safe." Sera said firmly, as Emily looked at Adam;s list, confusion on her face. 

Charlie stared in horror as Vaggie was revealed to be an exorcist angel, while (Y/N) watched the teal angel known as Ash carefully. He'd heard that singing voice from somewhere, but where...?

"I'm sorry, but this court finds that there is no evidence souls in Hell can be redeemed." Sera spoke firmly.

"Oh, fuck yes! I win. Suck it bitches!" 

Vaggie and Charlie backed up, as (Y/N) stood in front of them, sword in his hand, ready to defend, as the angels approached.

"You better save the date, cunts." Adam smirked as Lute and Ash appeared over him, giving him an even more sinister look. Ash took his mask and hood off to reveal.....

"Archer?" 

(Y/N)'s voice cracked, seeing his ex alive and grinning evilly at him. "Uh, the name is Ash. And we're coming to your hotel, first!" 

With a snap of his fingers, Adam opened a portal that started to suck the three into it. "What? No,no, you can't--" "Oh, you mother--" Vaggie and Charlie both protested as they were sucked in. (Y/N) remained silent as he held eye contact with Arc--Ash who grinned darkly and flicked him off, before the portal closed in the prince's face. "Charlie! Don't give up on this! I'll figure something out, I promise!" Emily called.

"That was uncalled for, Adam." Sera scolded. 

"Yeah, but did you see the looks on their fucking faces? It was... Ahem. Sorry." He cleared his throat before flying over to Lute and Ash, who had a quizzical look on his face. "Hey, what gives, asshat?" He asked the teal angel. 

"The prince. He called me Archer...and I never notice 'til now, but he looks awfully familiar." Ash hummed, missing the looks the other two exorcists shared. 

"Ah, don't worry your pretty little head about it, babe. Probably some demon shit." Adam shrugged, flying off, Lute following. "Yeah, you're probably right." shrugged the fox angel before flying off as well. 

"Extermination, of human souls. Demon or not, there is no reason to be doing this." Emily snapped. 

"They were uprising, Emily." Sera said, eyes glowing slightly in tune with her feelings, "It is my position as the Head Seraphim to protect our people at all costs, and it's your position to keep them happy and joyful. "

"How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people?" Whimpered Emily.

"Heaven needs us, Emily. Everyone looks to us and we can't doubt ourselves or worry about the fates of demons when we have our own souls to protect. Please, if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer: fallen. I couldn't bear to see you suffer that fate. So please, let me worry about this, okay?" She pressed a kiss to Emily's head, "I'm sorry." 

*Back in Hell*

(Y/N), Vaggie and Charlie collapsed on the hotel's floor, startling the rest of the hotel members from where they were lounging on the couches waiting for their return. 

"Sooo, how'd it go?" Angel asked, going over to hug (Y/N) when he noticed the haunted look in his eyes. "Sweetcheeks?" He asked, kneeling in front of his lover, grunting softly when (Y/N) hugged him tightly, hyperventilating and sobbing. Angel's arms wrapped around him and he stood up, holding him close. 

Without sparing a look to anyone, Angel quickly ran to their shared room and slammed the door, leaning against it, as he rocked (Y/N) back and forth, waiting for him to stop crying. 

Eventually, the harsh sobs quited down to an occasional sniffle, but he continued to cling to Angel.

"Bambino, let's take a quick shower, get in our pjs, and then we can cuddle in bed. We don't have to talk--" 

"No." replied the prince, voice heavy with emotion. 

"Okay, what do you need from me?" 

"Fuck me." 

Angel's eyes widen as he looked down at (Y/N) who refused to look at him. "What?" 

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, I don't want to remember anyone's love but yours. Please. We can shower and stuff after, but please...help me forget." He pleaded, wrapping his tail around the spider's waist. 

"Bambino, I won't fuck you." 

The prince started to protest when Angel ran a hand through his hair, "But I will make love to you. I love you too much to hurt you."  "I love you too. I love you so much." (Y/N) whimpered before being pulled into loving arms.

[siremasterlawrence]

When The Sun Rises

It is early morning as Ray rolls from his bed in a rush to get ready for his day only to be distracted by his cute next door neighbor who he embarrasses consistently the other the last year or so.He rolls his eyes as he opens the door open with that confused expression as if he is all clear from any wrong doing and is hit with a strange sensation as she apologizes to him forwhat she did but before he could get any clarification.Two muscular bound guys appear behind her with these two small plastic spraying containers with a powerful pull in each one’s right hand as they sprayed his face with the mouth piece straight in his face.The water spray bottles go forth a few drops land in both of his eyes as he stops cold emotioncompletely removed from his body and he is easily moved to the side of the door as he is placed back on the wall.

The men happily undress him to he is now in his living room half naked with just his under pants in his apartments giant hallway and own living room unaware of what is actually happening to him. The woman smirks a bit approaching him one step at a time as he cups his face so thrilled by there work, she squeezes his cheeks then kisses each side and feels his body upward.The woman faces the men as they dig in to one of his pockets flashing a light in her eyes as her memory floods and she is now frozen in time and he instructs her to leave the room and forget. The other man places five hundred dollars in her pocket happily as she mindlessly walks away from the scenario in to the hall way once again and they lift this man up on to the shoulders. They some how manage to carry him from the building down the staircase in to the van awaiting at the ground floor and they through him in to the back of the van and drive off.

“Mwahahahahaha! This one was far too easy to bring him in.”

“Master will be pleased.”

“He will be a catch for a hefty price “

“Look at those pics “

“Those nips…yum”

“What a body? Adonis?”

“I wish we could see him…”

“Naked?”

“No! You boob!”

“Childish”

“Zip it !”

“Master has first choice “

“We all know it”

“I meant see Master use him”

“Oh Sorry! I am very protective “

“Whatever!”

“He is hot though! You have to admit it”

“I am not denying it”

“We are arriving “

“Excellent! We did well!”

“He is not damaged right?”

“Of course! Do not touch “

“Or damage the merchandise “

“Hell fucking yeah!

“We did it”

“We fucking did it”

“Woooohoooo”

“Ssshhhh”

“Hurry up!”

“Master is waiting “

“As per usual “

“Wow! He is heavy”

“Does not matter “

“Yes we must focus on”

“For our king”

“For boss! Let’s go”

The end

[prism-empurress]

isat next gen au, chapter 2

mirasif qpr real ---

A few peaceful nights later, Celeste woke up crying. Siffrin tiredly got out of his warm bed and immediately picked her up into his arms. “Ssshhh, ssshhhh.” He whispered, rocking her slightly. “It’s okay, you’re okay. You’re safe, sweetheart.” Those were the very same words Isabeau spoke to comfort them whenever they awoke from a nightmare. Nightmares pertaining to the loops. But Celeste kept wailing. When going “sshhh” didn’t work, Siffrin cleaned her up, changed her clothes and blankets, and prepared a warm bottle for her. He sat in the recliner in the living room, feeding his little girl, rocking gently. “Was it a bad dream, little star?” He whispered to her as she suckled, taking a tissue and lightly wiping her face. “It’s okay. Nightmares aren’t real.”

Everybody said that to Siffrin. They even repeated it to themself, hoping it’d settle into their mind and they’d believe it. But there still came many days when Siffrin saw those lightless walls as he endlessly trudged onwards.

Celeste continued nursing from her bottle while Siffrin was lost in thought. Gentle moonlight shone through one of the windows in the living room, and through it, Siffrin saw a clear, starry sky. “Let me show you something, okay?” Siffrin kissed Celeste on the head, getting up from the recliner. The bottle was emptied, Celeste was burped, and Siffrin took her outside in the cool night air. He forgot to grab his cloak, but at least the little one was warm and snug in her lightless blanket.

Siffrin held Celeste up, “Look up, sweetheart. Do you see those twinklies in the sky?”

The little girl babbled, hands reaching for the sky.

“Those are stars. They’re veeery far away.” He said, smiling. “But they burn so brightly that we can see them from here, on our planet.”

“There’s a lot of them, too. More than anybody can count or keep track of. These aren’t even all of them.” Siffrin lightly stroked the curious girl’s cheek. “They’re celestial bodies; that’s where your name comes from.”

“And from other planets, this planet is a star on their skies, too!” Siffrin gazed solemnly at the dark sky, holding Celeste close. There was a pang in his chest, growing. “There’s another star, that lives on this planet.” Siffrin stated. “They’re very nice. I think the two of you would be best friends.”

But he didn’t know whether this star was still around, so to speak. Siffrin pursed his lips, tears threatening to leak from his eye. Celeste immediately saw this, and reached an arm out to touch her father’s face. “I’m okay, little star.” Siffrin smiled, accepting this gentle touch. “I just...I miss them. That star. None of us have seen them for...a long time.” One tear fell on Celeste’s outstretched hand, which Siffrin quickly dried. “Are you feeling better?” Siffrin asked, stroking her lightless hair. Celeste giggled in response.

Siffrin took her back inside, freezing when he saw Mirabelle gazing at a cup of hot tea on the coffee table by the couch. “Mira! Uhm.” Mirabelle looked up at the two of them, smiling. “Hi Siffrin, and hello Celeste.” She greeted warmly. “What’re you doing up?” Siffrin asked, sitting next to her. “Oh… I couldn’t go back to sleep.” Mirabelle said plainly, “So I made a cup of tea and...I figured I’d read one of my books. What about you two?”

“Celly here was hungry.” Siffrin laughed, “I gave her her bottle, and I told her about the stars.” Mirabelle beamed at the little girl swaddled warmly in her blanket.

“Her hair makes her look like a star, herself.” She giggled, “You chose a wonderful name for her.” “She IS a star.” Siffrin smiled. “All of you are. You’re all part of my constellation.”

“Aww Siffrin, that’s so lovely of you to say.” Mirabelle grinned wide. “Would you like some tea, too?” “Oh, I’ll get it, if you hold her for me.” Siffrin handed Celeste over. Mirabelle gladly took the baby into her arms, rocking her softly, while Siffrin got up to make his own tea. A pot of tea was already made, so Siffrin just grabbed a cup and poured himself some, adding a bit of honey to it, before returning to his seat on the couch. “...she...wasn’t a lot to handle, was she?” Siffrin asked, wringing his hands. “When me and Isa were away?” “Of course not, Siffrin.” Mirabelle beamed, booping Celeste on the nose. “We were fully prepared.” “I just worry, sometimes.” Siffrin admitted.

“She knows who we are, she loves us as much as she loves you and Isabeau.”

Siffrin leaned against Mirabelle, putting a hand on top of Mirabelle’s. “I...I really appreciate what you do for her.” Siffrin said, “I mean it.” “We’re family. We’re a constellation.”

Silence. Celeste fell back asleep. “...do you think...erm…” Siffrin fidgeted with his sleeve, “After I put her to bed, I could listen to you read?” “I’d love that, Siffrin.”

Siffrin smiled wide, and put Celeste back into her crib, adjusting several of the plushies Isabeau had made to be standing upright like watchful knights protecting their beloved princess. “Good night, little star.” Siffrin whispered, kissing her on the head.

He walked over to the bed where Isabeau was deeply asleep, snoring, drooling a bit, and he gave him a peck on the forehead as well.

Returning to Mirabelle in the living room, he saw she had taken a few books out and laid them across the coffee table. One book was about a vampire opening it’s heart to be loved again, which Siffrin pointed at.

Mirabelle giggled, flipping open to the first page while Siffrin leaned against her tiredly, wrapping their arms around her snugly.

“Chapter one,” She began, “A cold hallway lit only by moonlight…” Siffrin fell asleep before the sentence even ended. But he was warm. Safe. Surrounded by love. Mirabelle kept reading out loud, even though he murmured Loop’s name in his sleep.

[dc-marvel-life]

Forgotten

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Diana Prince x reader 

Request: Can I request some carol x reader x diana prince or just some diana prince x reader fluff? I've read 'Works Every Time' and it's really good :) - @starryskiesandboys

Summary: Carol and Diana miss a very important day of the year 

Word Count: ~1.3K

Warnings: Angst with fluff ending 

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I haven’t done angst in a long time, but it was still fun though. If you want to request something please do so!!!

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You were in your shared apartment, eagerly waiting for your girlfriends to return home. They had been on a mission for a week now, and tonight marked the night they'd finally be back with you.

It was the perfect time for their return because today marked your two-year anniversary with them both. While the public knew about your relationship spanning five years, they didn't know anything about you for safety reasons. You had met Carol and Diana on the day they saved you from a building collapse. Impressed, they asked you out for coffee.

Initially, it was innocent, and you were just friends with one of the most powerful superhero couples. After a few months of hanging out, feelings developed for both of them. You hesitated due to their obvious love for each other, but one drunk night at their place, you confessed your feelings. To your delight, they admitted having feelings for you since they first laid eyes on you, hesitant to mention it. Polyamory wasn't a problem for you, and that's how your relationship with Carol and Diana began, leading you to the present two years later.

Unable to go out to celebrate, you decorated the apartment with balloons, rose petals, and a candle-lit dinner with soft music playing in the background. Your aim was to express the love you felt for the two women over the years.

As you kept checking your phone for the time, it got late. This was normal for missions, but they had texted you hours ago about returning tonight. You reassured yourself with the thought that maybe they were still helping someone.

Turning to your phone to pass the time, a news article caught your attention. The headline read, 'Captain Marvel and Wonder Woman’s new girlfriend!?!'. Expecting it to be about you, you opened it, only to find pictures of Carol and Diana at a bar with Valkyrie, hands all over each other. The time stamp indicated it was taken tonight.

Heartbroken, you tossed your phone on the couch and cried for five minutes. Remembering your mom's advice, you decided it was time to take action. After finishing your cry, you blew out the candles, popped the balloons, discarded the rose petals, and put away the food. Now, you waited for your girlfriends to return home, despite your upset feelings.

A couple of hours later, you heard them outside, trying to open the door.

“SSSHHHH, we have to be quiet so we don’t wake her up. I would hate to wake her up this late,” Diana said through the door to Carol, who was attempting to open it.

“I know, but I hope she's up because I want to cuddle her so bad right now,” Carol said.

You sighed and paused your show as the door opened.

“Oh my gosh, sweetheart, you're awake!” Carol exclaimed drunkenly, rushing over to hug you. However, you didn't reciprocate the hug. She still cuddled you.

“Hey there, sorry we're home so late,” Diana stumbled over, attempting to kiss you. Unresponsive, you moved your head, causing her to kiss your cheek. Diana gave you a questioning look as you stood up, leaving Carol to fall onto the couch.

“I made dinner; let me go and heat it for you guys,” you said, walking into the kitchen to prepare a plate for them. After they finished eating, you cleaned their plates and got them ready for bed.

“Come on, guys, it's time for bed,” you announced, helping them change into sleepwear and tucking them into bed. After a few minutes, you heard them snoring.

Quietly returning to the room, you grabbed your to-go bag and, with a last glance at your sleeping girlfriends, left the apartment.

A few blocks away, you reached a safe place to spend the night. Despite the late hour, walking alone didn't worry you, knowing how to handle yourself in a fight, a skill Carol and Diana had made sure you acquired early in your relationship.

A couple of minutes later, you arrived at the apartment of your friends and knocked on their door. Dinah answered, and upon seeing your tearful eyes, invited you in.

“Hey sweetie, what are you doing here this late?” Dinah asked, concern evident.

“Come inside, sweetie, and we'll talk,” Dinah offered, leading you into the apartment where your friends Natasha and Wanda were present. After explaining the night's events, Dinah assured you that you could stay as long as needed.

The next morning, Carol and Diana woke up to each other but not to you. Calling out your name brought no response. Confused and concerned, they called you, but it went to voicemail. A knock on the door brought Monica, who informed them about the events of the previous night, showing them pictures of their night out.

“No, no, no, this can't be happening,” Diana checked her calendar, realizing they had missed the anniversary.

“I feel like shit now,” Carol admitted. Monica warned them not to go to the compound for a couple of days and left.

Distraught, Carol and Diana started to clean and decorate the apartment with gifts they had bought over the past few months for your anniversary. They showered and changed into your clothes while awaiting your return.

That was the thing about your relationship; you all couldn’t be long without each other’s clothes or scent. When they go on a long mission, they ask you to wear multiple of their clothes and to take some of your clothes. They will do the same for you. 

At Dinah’s place, without their clothes or scent, you couldn't sleep. Deciding to return, you walked back to your apartment. Opening the door, you found it decorated even more lavishly than you had arranged. Your girlfriends were asleep on the couch, wearing your hoodies. You smile at the two and give them both kisses on their foreheads. That was enough to stir them awake.

“You are home!!!” Carol exclaimed with an uncertain smile.

“Yeah, I had to come back because I couldn't sleep. I didn't pack any of your guys’ clothes in my to-go bag, so here I am,” you said, observing the gifts and feeling a mix of emotions.

“It is nice in here. It almost looks like last night before I tore it all down,” you noted. Seeing the pile of gifts, you sighed, “You didn't need to get me all those gifts to say sorry.”

“No, my dear, we bought all of those gifts for you over the past couple of months for our two-year anniversary. If you want proof, then we can show you the receipt,” Diana explained.

"We have been planning for this anniversary for a long time now. Sweetheart, we know that we messed up big time, and we will be making it up to you every day for the rest of our lives. This will never happen again, and that is something we can promise you. We love you and want you in our lives forever,” Carol says, nodding in agreement.

"I am not going to lie and say that I wasn’t hurt by your guys’ actions, and that will take time to heal fully with a lot of work. The thing is, I love you guys so much too. It was just a tough week at work, I did not see you guys, and the new article just sent me over the edge. I am sorry that I just ran away from the problem and did not talk about it. Can you guys forgive me?” you say with tears in your eyes.

"You have nothing to say sorry about, dear. It was mainly our fault. We will all do better next time,” Diana says.

"There will be no next time,” Carol says, and you all laugh. You guys come in for a group hug and kisses. The rest of the night, you express gratitude for the thoughtfulness of the anniversary preparations, cuddle, and watch movies.

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Hope you enjoy!!! Please request if you have any other ideas.

[lollytea]

please please my dear tell me a story of one of Willow's murders

I'm gonna copy and paste down some of the idea from the DMs from a while ago. I'll only steal the messages I wrote, which is why they might look disorganised. Cuz I'm replying to something another person said. Anyway forgive it for being sloppy, you know how it is with DMs:

- We had the hc that having a galdorstone for a heart might tamper with Hunter's blood. Like the liquid would be imbued with an unstable amount of magic.

Its considered extremely dangerous to work with grimwalker blood. Raine and the rest of the lab experimented with a literal DROP that Hunter donated once and it made shit fucking explode. Its just WAY too much to handle.

But obviously, that's not gonna stop some people from trying to get a hold of it. It's considered extremely valuable. It will sell for SO MUCH at the night market.

Obviously anybody who's willing to risk everyone else's safety to get hold of an absolutely lethal substance and possibly harm/capture Hunter to bleed him dry, would obviously be an absolutely depraved awful person. Just vile.

However, people do not go after Hunter as often as one might think. It definitely happens every once in a while tho.

Willow is up early tending to her garden, letting Hunter sleep in an extra few hours before he has to go to work. She's taken the baby from her cradle so she doesnt cry and wake up Papa and now has her sleeping in a sling against Willow's chest, soothed by the sound of Mama's heartbeat.

Willow's whole garden abruptly shifts in a way only she can notice and she lifts her head, alerted to the apparent disturbance. She recognizes the signal. It means there's an intruder.

Willow approaches the back yard where there is a man who tried to break in by their window but was immediately snatched and restrained by vines.

Willow quickly deduces who he is by rooting around in his pockets and discovering his identifications, weapons, vials, ropes and sleep potions.

"Let me guess," Willow says softly. "You're here for my husband,"

Said husband continues to sleep on peacefully, as does the baby curled up against her breast. The baby doesn't wake because Willow's heartbeat remains steady.

The Boiling Isles doesn't have Coven Scouts anymore. There's no longer a police form. Meaning, it's easier to get away with crimes. You won't go to jail. However you might get slaughtered in cold blood if you pick the wrong target.

Willow thinks about strangling him until his organs pop but she decides against it.

She won't kill him.

Instead she smothers his mouth shut in vines so he can't scream. (The two loves of her life are sleeping ssshhhh)

She sprouts the plants that Hunter was always deeply fascinated with. The ones that sizzle and boil and devour flesh.

She has it slither up the intruders body, leeching against his left leg, his right arm, his back, his collarbone. The acidic spit stings like a nightmare. It takes chunks out of him.

He'll live. He's in immense pain and no healing magic will ever fix that but he'll survive. He'll never forget the mistake he made in threatening her family tho.

Willow lets him go and sends him off. She gives him very firm instructions.

"Your friends, partners, whoever put this stupid idea in your head, you go back and you tell them I went easy on you. Consider yourself a warning to them. You will never attempt to touch that man. Do you understand me?"

- I like the thought she wouldn't have tortured him quite so severely if they didn't have a baby. Like No. You won't touch her husband. You won't touch her baby's Papa. They're starting a family together and she will melt you from the inside out if you try to get in their way

- As soon as she fucking renders a guy to a gasping wreck because of the excruciating pain she put him through, she calmly strolls back into the house, into their room and sits down by her husband.

She pecks his lips and she hears him groan.

"It's about time you woke up," She says, tenderly brushing back his hair.

Eyes still closed, Hunter raises a hand and searches around for hers. He finds it and presses her palm against his cheek.

"Okay...I'm up...I'm up...." He mumbles, still half asleep.

He has no idea. And he probably won't. He's not adverse to his wife *handling* problems like these. He just asks that she not tell him the details. Makes him nauseous

- It's the reason she has absolutely no mercy. Her methods are not only ruthless but strategic. There are people who want to harm her husband and she wants them feeling just as helpless, haunted and traumatized by her actions as she was in that graveyard all those years ago.

She needs them scared of her. She need them to shit themselves in fear over the IDEA of ever going near Hunter again. She kills some intruders. But mostly she mangles them and sends them running so people understand the kind of pain she could put them through too.

She wants them scared. Because *she's* scared. She's scared of being the princess who loses the prince. So she becomes the fire breathing dragon instead.

She often wants to hold him in her arms for a very long time. Even if he's reading or carving or typing some fanfic on his laptop she'll cuddle him from behind. He doesn't always know what she needs comfort from but he's familiar with how she acts when she needs it. So he let's her hold him

Its when Hunter is holding their baby in his arms, talking softly to her, allowing her to seize hold of his finger, that Willow is like "We are going to have a happy peaceful future together if it kills me"

- Willow gets no joy out of killing people but it doesn't make her uncomfortable in the way that it does to Hunter.

When Willow was little and her powers were out of control, she always worried that one day she could seriously hurt somebody and not mean to.

But that's not the case anymore. Sometimes she kills somebody. And she *does* mean to. Everything that's keeping Willow sane and stable and in control of herself are her friends and family. Meaning she will do whatever it takes to strike down any threat to them. She doesn't CARE. She realizes that some people are beyond redemption and if she kills, she kills.

Hunter, meanwhile, has reservations about killing, no matter how vile the person is. Like he is absolutely capable of it. He's strong and tough and powerful. HOWEVER the grimwalker trauma is rooted deep. Its a really troubling thought to shake off, knowing you were literally *constructed* to slaughter witches. It's an act of defiance that he never sheds a witch's blood *once.* If he's ever forced to, it would probably send him spiraling. But like. He's not all "nooo Willow everybody deserves to live." He understands killing as self defense. He just doesn't want to be the one doing it. If he's ever around when Willow has to do it, he turns the other way so he doesn't have to see.

[bigdreamerpeach]

Um... maybe a Ler!Bubba and Lee!Picky fic? Bubba finds Picky sad because Bron made fun of her, so Bubba cheers her up by tickling her... uh... y'know... whatever you want to do is fine...

There we go

Sorry if i take a lot of time to do fic request but now Here^^

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Don't worry , Be Happy

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It was a normal , silence day in the playcare.

All of the toys hanging out together, talking about many thing they happend today and just having some fun , like always.

And it was snacktime how picky call it , she made for All her friend and the other toys some Snacks. For Huggy some Hamburgers, for Mommy somw Pancakes and for the other cookies and cakes.

"Wow Picky you so good at cooking!".

" it Taste sooo good sweetie".

This makes Picky happy

All of ther friends like the food she made..Well not anyone ..

Bron..

He is not in a good mod today, he was grumpy or angry about something. The others tey to make him happy again but nothing helps

" Awwwwww Bron, you can talk to us whats wrong."

" Nothing Bacon ...".

Picky looks at him as he calles her that. Nobody calls her like this before but she didn't answer what he said , maybe he needs time to clam down.

The others look as Picky , worried.

After a while they all finish they go to they're own stuff, but bron just sitting there and sigh madly. Picky knows he is angry about something so she wanna help him

"Hey bron..whats the matter?". Picky ask

" I'm fine Bacon...leave me alone."

This Word again, why bron calls her like this.She knows she is a pig but..hearing someone call her this makes her a little sad

" hey...why you calling me like that..".

" look at you ...always eating, day over day.. you thing food makes anybody happy? No ! Its make you fat ..like you just here , looks at you belly .. fat Nugget."

That was to much ...Picky eyes full of tears now as bron call her that. She starts crying and runs off.

Poor Picky ...

After a while Bubba hears sobbing and sniffs. He looks around and saw Picky.. who was crying. Bubba runs up to her , extremly worried.

" Hey , whats wrong picky ?." He hugs her

" B....Bron..He..He gives me mean n..nicknames like..Bacon and F..Fat Nugget...why is He mean to me... i ..i didn't do anything!".

" ssshhhh....clam down picky .. He can be really mean sometime".

Bubba trys to comfort her but seeing her crying break his heart ..why could Bron call her like this.Poor Picky he said in his mind.

" Don't Listen to him , you are wonderful how you are Picky..cute and friendly like always." Bubba told her

But..she was to sad

" i'm fat ...maybe he's right ..".

" you not fat .. Look at me i'm the one with the belly." Picky chuckles

Bubba smirks playful.he has a idea to make her feel better

" whats so funny hm? Laughing about my belly?".

He pokes her side. She twitch

" Heheheyy." She push his hand away, giggles

Bubba knows how he can make his friends happy and one thing he can do on picky. Wothout a warning he Pins her down and squeezes her sides.

" EEEEEK!!! BUBBAAAHAHAH!!! NOOHHOOHO!!!! ACKKK!!!PFFRRRR!!!!".

" aww whats wrong hm? I didn't do anything ~".

" PFFFFEEEEHEHEHEEH!!!! STOP STOOHOHOOP!!! IT TICKLES!!!".

Bubba love to hear her cute laughter again, her happieness makes him happy.he tickles Picky for some minutes as he stops. Picky lay down on his chest, cuddles.

" Feel better?".

" ehehee.. eheh..Yeah..".

"Great hehehe , remeber ..don't Listen what bron call you, you not fat you are cute , friendly and a good Cook, your food is great."

The sweet words from bubba makes her feel more better as the tickling do. She keeps cuddling him as she fall asleep

" hehe , sleep well ...Picky sweety..".

With that both sleeping , cuddles

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Here is the fic

Hope you like it ^^

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Oh! Oh, I want at least a snippet of that Jameson/Nanda AU!

Do you think you could write something for it some time?

He never was a deep sleeper. He's always jolted awake at the sound of doors being locked or unlocked, always known when someone was silently watching him from a few feet away. He's always opened his eyes to a touch, a kiss, a slap, a scream.

So now, when there's a brush of lips along the side of his neck, he hitches in a breath, eyes opening to a pure and perfect darkness, tense as he realizes someone made it on top of him before he ever noticed.

"What the f-"

"Ssshhhh." Teeth nip at his earlobe, and his eyelashes brush against someone's palm with every blink. He's being kept blind. But the weight and warmth of the body on top of him, lowering itself to press his back against the sheets, is familiar. "Don't say anything yet."

Blood and vanilla burst to life on his tongue, in a way they haven't since the last thing Nanda said before he fell down the stairs.

He's dreaming.

Jameson relaxes when he hears Nanda speak, because a dream is nothing. Even if this one feels real, and his legs throb and burn with the enduring pain he knows as well as his own heartbeat by now. His legs don't usually hurt in his dreams. But they hurt now.

He bends them at the knees, feet flat on the bed, and the ache subsides a little. Nanda settles between his legs, working his mouth over Jameson's neck again.

"You're dead," He says. He always reminds Nanda, in his dreams, because otherwise he wakes up crying. He's so tired of crying.

Delayed response, his therapist calls it. He wasn't safe to grieve, and it festered. Infected him, a wound he has to clean now with saltwater, washing the poison away here where it can't be used against him.

"Is that why you left?" Nanda asks, in a pause of his movement. The hand covering his eyes pulls away, and he blinks rapidly, having to bend his head forwards to look. "You thought I was dead?"

Nanda always looks the same, in his dreams. Just like he did the day he died.

But this Nanda looks... older. His cheekbones stand out more, and even in the dark, lit only by reflected street lamp through a window, Jameson can see new wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he smiles. The body on his feels a little lighter, maybe. All muscle, little else. He used to have a little extra body, but it'd been worn away, ground down with time.

"Of course I did," Jameson whispers, and lets his head drop back. His head swims with sleep, and he tells himself to wake up.

But nothing happens.

"How could you tell?"

"I put my fingers to your neck, like they do on TV. I couldn't feel anything. I thought you weren't breathing..." He's explained it before. Nanda usually blames him, then, in this dream time conversations. Shames him for going. "They'd have said it was my fault. That I fucking pushed you. Or... I couldn't stay. I couldn't-... I couldn't watch them carry you aw-... away-"

Silence draws out between them, and Jameson's heart feels cold and heavy, barely beating. His dreams aren't usually this... lucid. He feels awake. It feels real.

"Makes sense." Custard and blood, and his body wants to meet Nanda's like it always has, like it was made to. "I'd have run, too."

Jameson goes still. Nanda's body moves along his as he shifts a little further up, until they stare into each other's eyes. Jameson's lips part, but he can't speak, not at first. All the words are choked, held halfway to his lungs by the realization that Nanda looks... like a man who has been sick, and had to heal.

"What happened to you?" Nanda says, with an odd tenderness. He holds himself up with one elbow. A fingertips traces along the scar that clips the corner of Jameson's mouth, drops to run over one that runs along the curve of his shoulder.

"You-"

His hand is warm on Jameson's, curling his fingers for him until only index and middle finger stick up, and then he presses Jameson's fingers to his pulse.

It beats, strong and steady, just under stubble and skin.

"I was alive," Nanda says, "when you left. If you had waited-"

But he never finishes the sentence.

Jameson jerks his hand free and throws his arms around Nanda's neck, buries his face into the crook there where he has always found Nanda's scent and cologne mixed best. He can't breathe. He can't breathe.

He can feel Nanda breathing.

He cries all the time.

But now he finds new tears.

It feels like that was the dream.

Then his voice catches and he can't do anything else but keep crying.

Hands trace along his sides, up under his sleep shirt. Jameson groans, rolling his hips almost desperately. He misses his collar for the first time in months.

"These scars... So many. What happened?"

"I had to kill people," He whispers, between hitched sobs. "I had to, to k-kill people, they would have killed m-me-... I had to fucking kill them-"

"They left these on you?" Nanda's voice holds a frown.

"Y, yes-"

"They hurt you?"

"They, did, did more than-"

"Then I'm glad you did what you had to do." Nanda turns his head to kiss Jameson's patchy grown-in hair, letting out a huff of surprise as Jameson's legs go round his waist, hooked at the ankles. "You still mine?" Nanda asks, voice low, and Jameson shudders with a spike of lust and grief and love.

It's a question he has dreamed Nanda asking a thousand times.

But now...

He thinks of Allyn's smile and waving red hair, the constellations of freckles he maps with tongue and teeth and touch. The way they laugh, as they move on top of him. The way they look sleeping, or turning dandelions into bracelets and necklaces.

The taste of their voice, endless rain showers bright with something verdant and green.

"Yes," He rasps. "I'm... still y-yours-... I missed you so fucking much, you b-bastard-"

"I missed you, too," Nanda murmurs, kissing at his hair again. "It's funny, pet, but when I woke up in the hospital and they said you were gone... I missed you, too. You're still mine. I knew it."

The relief in Nanda's voice, the idea that he had worried about that... It's terrifying.

"Still yours," He whispers. "I love you."

For a second there's a silence filled with what Nanda never once said back.

Then the older man hums, and kisses Jameson's cheek, soft as a single drop of rain.

Or blood.

"Then pack what you need. Let's go home."

[states-of-sunshine]

after a long afternoon playing at the park and feeding the ducks at the pond, eve straps oksana into her carseat in the back row and hands her a snack and her sippy cup. eve can tell oksana is getting sleepy and is almost ready for her nap because she keeps rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and asks for her stuffy and paci. eve gets in the front seat and starts the car. she turns on the radio to a low volume. oksana does a biiiiig yawn and makes a small whining sound. "hmmm--", she groans around her paci. "m'mmy," oksana says and reaches for eve, who is pulling up to a stop sign. eve looks in her rearview mirror. "i know you're sleepy, pumpkin. we'll be home in a few minutes and then mommy will put you down for a nap. does that sound good?" eve asks, sending a sweet smile back to her girl. oksana doesn't say anything. she just reaches for eve again. as eve pulls forward from the stop sign, she places her arm (backwards, and not very comfortably) on the center consol, as to hold her little baby's hand. eve does her best to drive the rest of the way home only using one hand, while the other is gently holding onto oksana's and rubbing tiny circles into her palm. oksana does a nice deep sigh, as if all she needed to get comfortable enough to fall asleep was to be touching her mommy in some way. the girl's eyes fall heavy and she nestles into the side of her car seat. just as eve pulls into their garage, she hears oksana's soft snoring. she gently pulls her hand away from the girl and quietly goes to get her baby inside for her nap. eve quietly unbuckles oksana from her seat and picks her up, laying her limp head on eve's shoulder. the girl begins to stir awake but eve rubs small circles on her baby's back and whispers "ssshhhh..." into her ear and unlocks the front door. once inside their comfy, warm cottage, eve places a half-awake-but-mostly-asleep oksana in their bed, removes her shoes, drapes a blanket over her, and gives her three kisses. one on her left cheek, one on her right, and one on her forehead. oksana gives a sleepy smile in response (and as a "thank you"). and soon after, oksana is back to sleep, taking the most glorious and restful nap. it may have helped that eve joined her about 15 minutes later. they slept until the sun was just about to set, when their bedroom was still warm and filled with orange light.

[sooniessoulmate]

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟽 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟼 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟾♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽 : 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎

“We’re getting married,” yangyang said with a smile on his face, “just like i always promised you.”

“What do you mean like you always promised me?” Y/N asked, trying to get off the chair.

“Ssshhhh,” Yang Yang said, putting his finger in front of her mouth. “Save that beautiful voice for the ceremony.”

“But I think I deserve to know what's going on.” Y/N argued.

Yang Yang’s smile dropped from his face as he stared coldly back at Y/N, “I’ll tell you what you fucking deserve.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N sighed trying to appease the man who’s calm demeanor changed into something that appeared to be far more demonic. 

Y/N struggled, trying to move her legs, remembering they were still tightly tied to the chair legs, causing a stabbing pain in her abdomen. She winced in pain looking down to see blood soaking through the white gown that YangYang had her dressed in. 

“Oh dear,” YangYang smiled, “You seem to have made your wedding dress a little soiled.”

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N said scared that he was going to become angry. 

“It’s ok, I like a little color,” YangYang smiled. “Maybe I should cut myself to add some coloring to my outfit too. That way we will match.”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond so she stayed silent.

YangYang pulled his knife out of his pocket releasing the blade. He lifted his shirt exposing his chiseled abs and noticed Y/N silently staring. He took the blade of the knife gently tracing the outline of his abs while making eye contact with her. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“No,” Y/N blushed, quickly turning away.

“It’s ok darling,” Yangyang smirked. “You’re supposed to find your husband to be sexy. Shit, I’d find me sexy if I was you.”

“If we’re gonna be married,” Y/N started. “You should probably untie me so I can at least touch you properly. You know the way a wife should touch her husband.”

“If I untie you and you try to run, I will have to break your legs,” YangYang smiled as he started untying the restraints on her legs and arms. “So please don’t make me do that.”

“I promise I won’t,” Y/N nodded.

Once her hands were released Y/N gently rubbed her wrists and legs then gently held her abdomen trying to release some of that pain as well. 

YangYang kneeled down in front of her and kissed her stomach where the blood was soaking through the dress. “Move your fucking hands,” YangYang snarled in his demonic voice forcing Y/N to listen without hesitation.

He rubbed his face over the blood stained dress. “This isn’t working,” he huffed getting frustrated. He grabbed the bottom of her dress, lifting it up exposing her lower body. “This is such a heavenly sight,” he breathed heavily. “The things we are going to do together get me so excited. Wait YangYang you need to focus. Do what’s right now.” He placed his face directly on the wound causing Y/N to wince from the pain. He pulled back and released her dress allowing it fall back down onto the floor. YangYang stood up with wet blood on his face, staring into her eyes and forcefully placed his lips against hers. She could feel his tongue trying to make its way into her mouth when she pulled away. He grabbed her right hand and placed in onto the bulge in his pants, “do you see what you fucking do to me?”

“Shouldn’t we wait till we're married?” Y/N panicked.

“I’m gonna cut myself and you’re gonna rub your face in it,” YangYang demanded with wide eyes. “DAMN THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKING HOT!”

YangYang ripped his shirt open and ran the blade of his knife down his chest leaving an open wound with blood dripping down his chiseled body. He let out a moan of excitement as the blade cut through his skin. “Now put your face in that,” he ordered.

“Uhm,” Y/N hesitated. “I don’t know if I should. Don’t I have enough blood on me?”

“RUB YOUR FUCKING FACE IN MY BLOOD BITCH,” YangYang yelled, grabbing a handful of her hair forcing her head harshly against his chest. “Yea you like that shit you little fucking cunt.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, she was afraid to argue or to do anything that he didn’t want her to do.

YangYang released her hair and turned to look at the corner of the room. His demeanor returned to the soft happy boy that he was when she first came in contact with him while she laid on the Doctors table.

“What?” YangYang said. “Ok, I understand.”

He turned back to look at Y/N and smiled, “Paster bearie said this isn’t appropriate behavior before the wedding.”

“Who?” Y/N asked not seeing anyone else in the room with them.

“He also said that you seem to be a bad influence on me and now he’s not sure if he’s ok with us getting married,” Yangyang announced. “You’re going to have to convince him that you want to be my wife.”

“What happens if I can’t,” Y/N asked.

“I’ll just have to kill you,” YangYang shrugged with a smile on his face.

Seonghwa patiently sat in his office, staring at his full glass of whiskey sitting on his desk in front of him. A knock sounded out from his door tearing him out of the trance that he appeared to be locked in.  

“Come in,” Seonghwa said, staring at his door, waiting to see which one of the boys came to him first.

The door slowly opened exposing Yeosang carrying his laptop.

“What do you need from me?” Yeosang asked before sitting on the chair directly in front of Seonghwa’s desk.

“That’s an interesting question,” Seonghwa smirked, before taking a long gulp from his glass of whiskey. “I have been thinking a lot and I was wondering if you still know how I feel about lying?”

Yeosang stared at his boss for a moment before speaking, “of course I do. Under no circumstances are we allowed to lie.”

“And what happens if you’re caught in a lie?” Seonghwa asked, treating the grown man sitting before him as though he was a child.

“It’s punishable by death,” Yeosang exhaled, slowly.

“Good,” Seonghwa smiled. “You remember.”

“What’s this about?” Yeosang asked, impatiently.

“I’ve been thinking and I feel like there are a few of you that are not being completely honest with me,” Seonghwa announced looking up from his desk. “And to be frank, it’s starting to piss me the fuck off.”

“I haven’t lied at all,” Yeosang panicked, fully aware of the risks he was facing if he was caught in a lie.

“Mhm,” Seonghwa hummed. “I want to see the footage from the hospital.”

“I showed you that footage,” yeosang cocked his head.

“No,” Seonghwa slammed his fist down. “You showed me what you wanted to show me. I want to see all of Y/N’s movements from the time she left the waiting room until she was taken.”

“Well,” Yeosang sighed, “that might have been deleted by now.”

Seonghwa opened the top drawer of his desk, removed his pistol and laid it on the top next to his whiskey, facing the barrel towards the boy. “I have full faith in you that you will be able to find what I am asking.”

“Yes sir,” Yeosang sighed as he opened his laptop and started typing away.  

After a few minutes, Seonghwa started to get impatient, “well did you find it?”

“I’m telling you, it doesn’t really show anything,” Yeosang sighed still typing away.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Seonghwa growled. “Now show me everything.”

Yeosang placed his laptop onto the desk, facing the screen towards Seonghwa.

“Press play whenever you’re ready,” Yeosang ordered, returning to his seat in front of the desk.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before clicking on the button to start the video. He watched in silence as Y/N exited the waiting room and skipped down the hallway. He watched her get pulled into a room by San then San stormed out of the room shortly after. He continued to watch as Y/N continued to skip down the hallway towards the elevator. He saw her take an elevator down to the basement and head into the morgue. He continued to stare at the video, watching the doors of the morgue as nothing happened when the elevator door opened again, exposing Yunho who happily ran into the morgue, doors closing behind him. After what seemed to be an eternity, Y/N exited the morgue and happily skipped over to the elevator. Once Yugyeom got onto the elevator, Seonghwa paused the video.

“I want to see what happened in the morgue,” Seonghwa growled.

“There’s no cameras in there,” Yeosang said.

“Bullshit,” Seonghwa snapped, slamming his hand down onto his desk causing the younger boy to jump from the noise. “Those morgue techs have to be sick fucking freaks, I’m sure they have some form of cameras in there.”

“Seriously,” Yeosang argued. “I couldn’t find anything.”

Seonghwa smirked as he cocked his head to look at the boy who was staring back at him with a look of complete despair in his eyes. Seonghwa motioned with his pointer finger for the younger boy to come closer. Yeosang did as he was told and got up to walk over to Seonghwa’s desk.  Seonghwa grabbed yeosang’s hand, holding it flat on his desk, as he retrieved his butterfly knife out of his pocket. With a flick of his wrist, the blade was exposed. Seonghwa stabbed the desk in between two of Yeosang’s fingers causing the boy to yelp out of fear of what was coming.

“Are you sure you’re not lying to protect Yunho,” Seonghwa asked, pulling the knife back out from the desk and once again raising it again to stab the desk.

“I swear I’m not lying,” Yeosang pleaded. 

Seonghwa stabbed the desk again, grazing yeosang’s pinkie causing blood to drip out onto the desk.

“If you’re lying, I will cut your fucking hand off,” Seonghwa growled in a low almost demonic voice.

“I looked everywhere and I can’t see anything. I even tried to hack into the personal computers in the morgue to see if any videos were available and the only videos that I could locate are the ones they record during autopsies. But those cameras appear to be turned off all the other times,” Yeosang scrambled for words.

Seonghwa released his hand, “go get Yunho,” he commanded.

Yeosang backed away from Seonghwa’s desk, not taking his eyes off of the boss until he was completely out of the office. 

Yeosang returned a few minutes later with Yunho trailing behind. Seonghwa looked up from the glass of whiskey that he was concentrating on and smirked.

“Have a seat,” he commanded.

Yunho smiled, oblivious of what was coming.

“Would you like a drink, Yunho?” Seonghwa asked before finishing what was left in the glass that he was drinking.

“Yea sure,” Yunho smiled.

Seonghwa reached into the bottom desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of aged whiskey and an empty glass. He poured some whiskey in the empty glass, placing it at the edge of the desk for Yunho to grab and then refilled his own glass. He then replaced the whiskey bottle back inside the bottom drawer. Seonghwa took a long gulp from his glass while staring at Yunho.

“When we were at the hospital,” Seonghwa started, “what all did you do while the rest of us were sitting in the waiting room?”

“What do you mean?” Yunho asked.

“Exactly what I fucking said,” Seonghwa snapped. “WHAT WERE YOU FUCKING DOING IN THE MORGUE?”

“I found a girlfriend,” Yunho sighed.

“A girlfriend, huh?” Seonghwa cocked his head. “Do tell.”

“There’s nothing really to tell,” Yunho sighed. “I don’t have her anymore.”

“What do you mean?”Seonghwa asked.

“Well,” Yunho smiled looking down at his feet. “I owned her, everything was mine and now she’s gone.”

Before Seonghwa had time to ask a follow up question the door to his office flew open and Wooyoung entered with a package in his hand.

“This was delivered for you,” he explained, handing the package to Seonghwa.

“Thank you, Woo,” Seonghwa smiled, setting the package down on his desk.

“Are you going to open it?” Wooyoung asked.

“I will but we’re in the middle of something at the moment,” Seonghwa said. “You may leave again.”

“But…” Wooyoung continued.

“Fucking leave now,” Seonghwa snarled.

Wooyoung didn’t argue, he stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before speaking again, “please continue, Yunho.”

“That’s some pretty paper on that box,” Yunho announced, staring at the package sitting in front of Seonghwa. “I wish I would get presents in the mail. You’re so lucky.”

“Don’t focus on the package,” Seonghwa snapped. “Focus on what you were doing in the morgue.”

“Uhm how did you know I was in the morgue?” Yunho asked, confused.

“I know everything,” Seonghwa smirked. “Now tell me what you did.”

“That package is leaking,” Yunho announced with wide eyes. “It looks like blood.”

“I saw you and Y/N were in the morgue together, what happened,” Seonghwa asked while he started unwrapping the package that was sitting in front of him.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Yunho sighed.

“Jesus christ,” Yeosang blurted out. “Did you fuck Y/N or not?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Yunho said. “I can do whatever I want with her. I own her.”

“You son of a bitch,” Wooyoung yelled, kicking the door open with his pistol exposed and aimed at Yunho. “You fucking raped her you sick bastard!”

“She wanted it,” Yunho argued, pulling his gun out. “Fuck you!”

“Holy shit,” Seonghwa gasped, dropping something onto his desk, leaving his hands bloody, causing all three of the men to look at him.

“What is that?” Yeosang asked.

“I think it’s the tattoo of my name that was on Y/N,” Seonghwa gasped, staring at his hands.

Wooyoung dropped his gun, running over and retrieving the skin laying on the desk. “That is her tattoo,” he announced.

Seonghwa unfolded the paper that was attached to the skin and read its contents aloud, “We have Y/N. If you ever want to see her alive again we will need 1.5 million dollars. You will be hearing from us shortly with further instructions. Hugs and Kisses. ~W.”

“Who the fuck is W?” Wooyoung asked.

“Whoever it is,” Seonghwa snarled. “They are going to pay for this.”

Yunho continued to stare at the skin that was removed from Y/N, “could I keep that tattoo?” he asked. “It would go nice in my collection.”

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

[buttonsfleas]

Save me.

Andy barclay x reader "Maria".

!chucky season 3 spoilers!

Scenario: Andy is trapped by coraline and chucky whilst you come home from work and the minute before Andy gets killed, you come and rescue him.

Today was another day of being at work late and struggling with life. Andy still had nightmares from what happened last year and he kept thinking about what could happen if he came back whilst Kyle just went out to work too but she went out with her partner tonight so I guess Andy was in bed, alone, bored and scared.

Flash back to last night

Andy was having another nightmare, I could easily tell. He was stirring and his chest rapidly went up and down as he breathed. I don't know how he could get over it. He's too scared to go to therapy incase a therapist sends him to a mental hospital, and he did not like that experience the first and only time.

After another hour or 2 of him getting worked up in his sleep, he woke up and sat up quickly and he was panting.

I quickly sat up and looked over at him.

"Babe, you okay?" I ask worriedly

"...uhm...yeah, totally." He says as if he just got brought back from the dead.

"Andy." I say sternly.

"What?" He groaned.

"You've been having the nightmares again. You're not fine." I say sternly.

"No! I'm completely fine." He says but his tone gives away that he was lying.

"Andy. Don't lie to me." I say sternly.

"...alright, fine. I've been having the nightmares again. Happy?"

"No. Come here." I say as I pull him to me and I lay back and cuddle him.

He closes his eyes and yawns softly as he snuggles up on my chest, taking in the warmth of my breasts.

"Babe?..." He says sleepily.

"Yes?" I ask softly.

"C-...can I sleep like this with you tonight?" He asks.

"Of course." I say with a blush and smile.

"Good..." He chuckles and then starts to softly fall asleep in my embrace.

I twirl and play with his hair until he falls asleep and then I start to read a book whilst resting the book on his head but then I fall asleep and the book stays on his head throughout the night and he doesn't move an inch.

Back to present time

After nearly 6 hours of work, I come home to the sound of yelling and screaming.

"Oh fuck...what the fuck has he done..." I ask myself as I get out of my car and I carry my bag inside and then I drop it on the inside porch floor and I run up to our bedroom to the sounds of "Help!" And "No!" And I instantly thought that he was back.

I tried opening the door and I kept pushing myself into it to open it.

"Andy! Open the door!" I shout to Andy. All I get back is chucky's laughs and a little girl's laugh.

Why the fuck is there a little girl inside of there?

I run downstairs and I look through every cabinet and drawer in the house to find a key for the bedroom.

"Fuck, I swear there's a key in here somewhere, I knew I left it in here after the other night." I say to myself, remembering what I did with Andy and then blushing (cuddling and kissing 🤫) and after 20 minutes, I finally found a key.

"Help! Maria! Help me!" His voice then gets muffled and I get worried.

I turn around and then I see the little girl leaving the house into a car. I try to run back to her but Andy is definitely more important.

I ran up to the bedroom and I unlock the door and i open it and scream.

It was chucky with his knife up in the air and striking it at Andy's throat whilst andy was tied up to the bed.

I run over and leap and pin chucky on the ground but he bites my arm and flees away out of the house and into the car with the little girl.

I chase him but the car already went with him and I groaned. I slam the front door shut and start to walk to the couch but then I remeber about Andy.

I run up to the bedroom and he is breathing heavily and is on the verge of crying.

I kneel with his waist inbetween my knees and I untie the ropes and I stroke Andy's hair and hold him close to me and comfort him.

"Sshhh, ssshhh, ssshhhh, it's alright Andy, he's gone." I say softly.

"No! It's not alright! He's still out there with coraline and they're gonna go on a killing spree and kill everyone in the country! He's also at the White House and he's planning to take over the whole families life and kill them!" He says worriedly.

"And he's gonna die soon, I promise. I'll do everything to keep you safe from him too." I say softly.

"But...but...but..."

"Don't worry about it. Just come here." I lay next to him and hold him close to me and he stays there and keeps breathing heavily but he soon calms down and starts to fall asleep my chest.

"Babe?..." He asks.

"Yes?" I ask softly.

"I love you." He said softly.

"I love you too." I start to fall asleep with him and we both fall sleep in eachother, staying close in eachother's embrace and he stays still and doesn't seem to have a nightmare.

[famina]

Late night walk

*TRIGGER WARNING* This one is serious ! Since it involves the Vigilante, the story starts with a troubling encounter that could get uncomfortable for some. If it is your case, please skip to "=============THIS SING DOWN BELOW=============" Thanks. I hope you like it !!

There are no stars out tonight, the sky is a dark purple mass. Only the million of streetlights and neon signs lighten your path. Cities glow at night. The darkness hides all the dirtiness and let’s shine the rest.

As you walk along the pavement you breath in the night city air ! It’s cold and a bit metallic. You were out with some friends and what was supposed to be a little get together ended way later than anyone expected ! But you don’t care, you don’t work tomorrow. All you’ve got to do now is return home and sleep. But the night was so fun that you want to stretch it out a bit longer. You decide to take a detour by the park just for fun ! You think it should look magical on a night like this.

And you were right ! The warm yellow lights of the old streetlamps reflect on the fountains water and gives it a enchanting look. It’s just you, alone, in your own glowing kingdom.

Sundenly, a clank sound ! You turn around to see a person in the distance. You almost forgot you were in a public place and start to come back to reality.

“Hey!” Says the stranger. You don’t respond.

“I said HEY ! What a…What.cha doing here !?” You start to make your way out of the park.

“Wait ! I said WAIT !” They start to chase you. You are now running; you don’t really know where. You are not familiar with this part of town.

You end up corned in a little alley way and the stranger is still approaching.

“C’mon ! Why you..T’fuck is wrong with you..” The stranger is now very close.

“S-Stay away please !!” You say to them but to no avail.

“Hey ! I-I’m not bad…see !?” They make a gesture to show themselves as if that was a reassuring answer. They were clearly not sober. You don’t know what to do and start panicking.

“P-Please…Leave me alone !”

“Oh ! No ! No ! Ssshhhh…’s okay !” They get uncomfortably close. You froze up ! You close your eyes tightly and get ready for the worst.

================HERE YOU GO, ENJOY !===============

Then in an instant, you hear the wind whistling and the body of the stranger is forcefully pushed away. You open your eyes to discover a young man has interposed himself between you two and kicked the assailant a good 3 meter back.

Your pursuer is stumbling back up. “HEY !” they scream to the young man “T’HECK D’YOU WANT !!??”

“I believe this person told you to not approach them !”

With difficulty, the assailant gets back to their feet and seems to get ready to punch him.

“I do not want to harm you !” Said the man “But I must warn you that I WILL defend myself if need be !” At these words, the young men place himself in a combat position, he seemed to have experience in fighting.

To that, the stranger lost all confidence and turned away. “Whateveryoufuck…Idon’teven…” And so they left while still mumbling insults along the way.

You calm down a bit. The young man seems to do so too. He turns around to look at you :

“Are you hurt in any way ?”

“W-wha ? N-No !”

“Good…” He then turns around and is about to make an exit.

“W-Wait !” You stop him !

“Hm ?” He seems genuinely surprised at your action.

“Well hm…thank you I guess.”

“Don’t mention it. It is my duty !”

“Oh…….is that so….” You think to yourself that maybe you exchanged one weirdo for another. “W-well…” You start “..H-Here ! As thanks, I could give you-..”

“No!” The man stops you sharply “I never take from others ! I’m not a thief nor am I a beggar.”

“O-oh….I see..s-sorry..”

“Don’t be…I-I’m sorry for my strong reaction…” He backs away shyly.

“D-Don’t worry about it.” You say with a smile.

“Well I should be going now.” He starts walking with a determined walk when “AAAAH !!” He sundenly feels to the ground clutching his abdomen.

“W-WHAT’S WRONG ! A-Are you hurt ?!” You run to him, worried.

“N-No…this is nothing…I’m simply..AaaaAAAArgh !!”

GGRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRROOOOOooooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooWWwwwwwwwl

“Han ??”

The young man is red as a tomato and tries to hide his face in his collar. “I’m….a bit hungry…..That’s all…”

GGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwl

“You sound a more than a BIT hungry.”

“It’s…not as bad as it sound…It’s fine really…I’ll just…hmm” He tries to stand up and run away but he fells back to the gound after tree steps.

“H-Hey !!” You run to him again . “You shouldn’t do that ! You’re clearly too weak to run at the moment.”

“My…..bad…” He seems VERY lightheaded now.

“Alright, let’s get something to eat, okay ?”

“I-I don’t need-..”

gggGGGGGggggGrrrrRRRRrrrrrOOOOooooooowls…

“Mmmh…”

He’s stomach disagrees and so do you. “Come on ! Up we go !” You put him on your shoulders and start walking. Since he seems good in a fight, you’re surprised to find out how light he is. That’s not good. “Don’t worry, I know a good pizza place near by ! I’ll take you there.”

“I can’t….”

“Yes you can !”

“…Got…no…money..”

“Oh…Well I’ll be treating then ! It’ll be my thanks for earlier !”

“N-No ! I don’t take from others ! I refuse to-“

GRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOWWWLS

“Hm-mmmh…” He’s overflowing with embarrassment.

“Well if you don’t want to die you’ll have to accepte. Besides, your not taking, I AM OFFERING ! So no more complaining, got it ?”

“………………………………………..got it…….”

“Good !”

You make your way to the pizza place ! It’s one of those open 24/7 restaurant. It’s not the fanciest place but the pizza is good and it’s the perfect place for late night snacks. There’s only one person behind the counter and they’re not paid enough to pay attention to you until you place an order. You put the young hero on a chair and take the plastic menu.

“So, what do you want ?”

“………………….” The hero has turned his face away. He’s clearly uneasy about you buying him food. But you can’t just leave him be.

“…If you don’t tell me I’ll just take an all-dressed !”

“…………………”

“Alright ! All-dressed it is !” You stand up to go order when the young men pulls on your shirt to stop you. You turn around. He’s still hiding his face in his collar.

He shyly says : “C-could you…ask for no peppers…..p-please…?”

You laugh a bit : “ Yeah ! Sure thing !”

You go order the pizza and return to your seat while you wait for it to be done. After a little while, you hear a certain sound.

Grrrrrooooooooan….

“O-oh !?...” The young hero turns red again. “S-Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize ! It’s perfectly norm-“

GRRRRROOOOOOooooooowl…

He get’s even redder and hides as he can under his bangs and collar. “Sorry…”

This continued for a little while and your companion seems more and more uncomfortable so you decide to break the ice to distrack him from his hunger while you wait.

“So, my name is (Y/N), what’s yours ??”

“O-oh..I don’t use my real name when I’m on duty.. sorry..”

“Oh okay…so, what should I call you ?”

“You can call me the Hero or the Vigilante…if you want..”

“You don’t even have a hero name ?!”

“I….haven’t settle on one yet….”

“I see…So..hm..Vigilante..Do you, do this sort of things every night ?”

“What sort of thing ?”

“Swooping in and beating the bad guys ?”

“Well, yes ! I do this most nights.”

“Really ? When do you sleep ?”

“During the day…But that’s not always possible. After all…Crime never sleeps !..”

You suspect he wanted to sound cool. But you can’t help your self to laugh.

“H-Hey ! That’s not…mmmh..” He pouts. You then notice that he has deep dark circles under his eyes and that stops your laughter.

“Well it’s not healthy. You should sleep 8 hours a day you know ?!”

“I-I know…”

“And you should try to eat more properly too ! You seem pretty strong but depriving your body of food for a long time is not good !”

“I….I’ll try…”

Now you feel like you’re moralizing him. “sigh Sorry it’s just…You seem very nice. And I think you should try to take better care for yourself ! That’s all.”

“Y-You think I’m nice ?!”

“Well…yeah ? Is that odd ?”

“Well…it’s just…people usually think I’m a weirdo….” He slumps his head down. This surprise you, sure he’s not…the most normal person you’ve met but he clearly means well. Does he get a hard time even tho he’s trying to do good ?

“H-hmm..” He perks his head back up. “T-thank you…By the way…for the food…”

“Oh ! No problem !” You smile at him and your pretty sure he smiles back from under his collar.

The pizza finally arrives at your table. The vigilante suddenly gets all excite like a little dog. He thanks the worker who brought it about 5 times and then is about to take a piece when he suddenly stops.

“O-Oh ! H-hmm…M-my bad…You paid for it. Y-you should serve yourself first…”

“Oh no no !” You say. “I’m not hungry ! I ordered it for you ! Take it all !”

“R-Really ?..” He looks at you with surprise. You reassure him by nodding and smiling. He starts beaming with joy and starts eating the pizza with vigor. You are happy to see him enjoying a good meal. You have a feeling he doesn’t often do so.

In a few minutes the whole pizza has disappeared. The vigilante breaths a sigh of relief. “This was…really really good. Thanks again….I-I’ll repay you of course !”

“Oh ! So you do have money ?”

“N…no…Well, not now…But hmmm…one day ?” He looks at you with an awkward unsure smile. You smile back.

“It’s a promise then.”

And so, you make your way home. The vigilante insists to walk you home like the gentleman that he is. It IS getting very late so you actually enjoy the reassuring company. You wish each other goodnight and you make the Vigilante promise to go straight to bed after this. And you make your way to your bed. One day he’ll pay you back, huh ? Well…let’s hope this day comes soon so you can chat with him again.