#step one: cover dio in blood

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Tear You Apart

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader!

TW: 18+, wet dream, p in v, cursing, bdsm, sexual acts, sexual fantasies, etc.

A/N: The trigger warnings would be too long if I mentioned every sexual act ever done in this story. We would be here all day!!

Synopsis: Eddie has had a crush on Y/n since the day she stepped foot into Hawkins High School. After constantly fantasizing about her, will fantasy finally become a reality?

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The second Y/n waltzed her way into the main hall of Hawkins High, Eddie was awe-struck. She was clad in a bleached jean jacket capped in patches and pins of metal and rock bands. Many of them Eddie hadn’t even heard of. The Black Sabbath t-shirt she wore had been ripped to shreds, showing only a tanktop underneath. Her plaid red skirt swayed as she walked and had boys and girls anticipating for a gush of wind to reveal what was hidden under that scanty piece of clothing. To no one’s surprise, within minutes of walking in she was quickly pulled into the principal’s office for dress code violations.

The hall had erupted into gossip over who this mystery girl was. No one at Hawkins had a single clue who she was or why she chose their school to be graced with her presence. Eddie had never seen anyone like her in Hawkins, if he had he would’ve known. Just seeing what she was wearing made the blood rush to his cheeks but the second he saw her patched covered jacket he was practically on his knees.

This was his chance to finally get with a girl who he shared similar interests with. Don’t get him wrong, Eddie loved getting laid no matter what type of girl it was. But most girls had little to no interest in Eddie, they just wanted to see what it was like to fuck the school freak. They didn’t complain but they didn’t speak about it either. He was, to put it simply, a conquest. Now he had the ability to be around someone who, he hoped, wouldn’t shun him away like the others.

Eddie’s friends gathered around him at his locker, passing comments about the new girl and her clothing.

“God- I hope they don’t give her a pair of pants to wear.” Gareth hissed under his breath.

“I think I saw her bra underneath her shirt” Jeff added.

“The second you guys see a girl you are like dogs! I am surrounded by barbarians!” Dustin was quick to be the voice of reason. It was hard for teenage boys to view any girl as a person much less a girl who showed a little skin.

“You’re right Dustin. Did you see her jacket? It was covered in Metal patches. She seems cool.” Eddie finally added.

“Sorry Eddie- I was a little busy looking at other pieces of clothing she was wearing.” Gareth said.

Eddie rolled his eyes. One of the things Wayne had taught Eddie once he had reached puberty was to be a gentleman. Apparently, Gareth was not given this pep talk. Obviously, Eddie was attracted to her but he had to push down the want to tear her clothes off in order to form a relationship with her.

Hours had passed and she was still no where to be seen. Eddie assumed the principal must have sent her home with the list of violations she had achieved on the first 15 minutes she was inside the school.

Lunch was no different than usual except for the extra chatter of the mysterious new girl and her fondness for revealing clothing. Eddie pushed the food around on his lunch tray, disgusted by the unknown meat with the rancid smell.

“Hey-“ A gentle hand pressed against Eddie’s shoulder. The smell of cigarettes and vanilla filled his nostrils. Eddie looked up to see his friends wide eyed, staring at this unknown figure behind him.

“I like your Dio patch. That’s my favorite album by them.”

Eddie moved his neck to look at her but he found himself too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. Instead, his eyes focused on the jacket she wore, naming each band in his head- trying to get his mind off the absolute fool he was making of himself.

Shit, her hand was still on his shoulder. His face turned to a shade of red he didn’t believe was possible to achieve unless in scorching hot weather.

“Don’t mean to be an asshole but your sewing isn’t the best.” She traced a line with her finger against the trim of the patch. Eddie could still feel the softness of her fingertips even through the denim of jacket and cotton of his shift. Suddenly, Eddie felt the warmth of her breath against his ear.

“If you ever need someone to teach you, I would love to.”

Her hand moved back to his shoulder and lightly squeezed it, sending spikes of electricity through his spine. Then, she was gone.

Eddie’s face remained just as red as before. His fellow Hellfire members tried to help him regain consciousness but Eddie remained silent. He was stunned. He had never felt so weak. She toyed with him and he didn’t even fight back. He had never felt so powerless. In most situations he had had with girls, he was the one who approached and the one who lead. But, she… she was different.

“Eddie, dude, you should probably go to the bathroom.” Jeff patted Eddie’s shoulder, finally getting his attention.

Eddie looked down to find his dick as stiff as a board in his pants. Jesus Christ, he needed to get his shit together. This girl was messing with his fucking head.

After a moment in the bathroom, Eddie was able to go about his day as normally as he could. He still stumbled whenever he thought of the softness of her hand or the smell of her perfume. But as long as he didn’t see her he was fine. Right?

After Hellfire, Eddie returned to the trailer he shared with his Uncle and plopped himself on his bed. God- was he exhausted. Didn’t know being teased by a girl would make him so tired. His eyes fluttered closed and he gave in.

“E-Eddie please,” Y/n wimpered, looking up at him with big doe eyes, her hands restrained behind her back.

“Please what?” Eddie persisted, his leg pushing in between her thighs, feeling the warmth of her.

“P-Please fuck me!” She huffed, grinding her hips against his thigh. She seemed so helpless now. Her dominance was subdued by him and she had become a mess of herself.

“How much do you want it?” Eddie whispered in her ear, her perfume smelled even stronger when he was this close to her neck.

“I-I want it so bad, Eddie! Please I’m begging you!” She wailed.

He loved seeing her like this. Fuck, it made him feel like he was gonna cum in his pants. He couldn’t make her wait any longer and neither could he.

He started to reach his hand under her shirt when-

He woke up. It was a dream. It was a fucking dream. And one thing he knew about dreams like these, they always end the same.

Eddie lifted his comforter to find his boxers covered with jizz as well as the sheets underneath him. Eddie’s face crumpled into a frown. He had to get her back for this.

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A/N: Dont worry there will be a part two coming soon!!! Hope u enjoyed

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Blood of Ambition - Chapter 3: Where Paths Cross Once More

Dio Brando x Reader (AFAB reader)

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Days passed with few notable events since your chance encounter with Dio, yet your mind remained restless. Dio had changed considerably. Naturally, he’d grown over the years spent apart—that much was to be expected. His air of superiority, though unsettling, wasn’t entirely surprising either. He had always been ambitious, and given the life of luxury he now led, it made sense that he would carry himself with even greater pride.

Yet something about him felt… off. It could have easily been your mind playing tricks on you after all this time apart. Still, in brief moments, you caught glimpses of the boy you once held dear, small slivers of his old self peeking through.

With a frustrated sigh, you wiped your hands on your apron. It had been so long since you’d thought of him in this way, yet here you were, cursed once more by his absence. By mere accident, he had dipped his toes back into the depths of your mind, only to withdraw, more likely than not, never to return.

You banished thoughts of him to the depths of your mind once more as you prepared for another busy day. Rising before dawn, you had already been baking and cleaning for hours before the shop would open. At first, the routine had been a challenge to adjust to, but now you found comfort in the rhythm. The brisk pace of your days kept you engaged, and at night, you usually drifted off the moment your head touched the pillow.

“(Name)!”

Startled, you turned to see Mrs. Haverford poking her head into the kitchen. Recognizing your employer’s wife, you relaxed and offered a sheepish smile.

“Yes?” you asked, facing her fully.

In her hand was an envelope, and even from where you stood, you couldn’t help but notice the elegant, flowing cursive gracing its surface.

“There’s a letter for you, dear,” she said warmly, her eyes crinkling into a kind smile.

You were taken aback. No one had ever sent you a letter before. Anyone who wished to reach you could usually take the time to find you with ease. Blinking away your bewilderment, you stepped forward and accepted the envelope, brows knitted together in confusion. 

The envelope was heavy, made of sturdy, cream toned parchment. Despite never having received a letter of your own, you knew this was no ordinary one. The sender had even sealed it with brilliant red wax. Running your fingers along the edges of the object, you could make out details that had been embossed into it.

This envelope was nothing ordinary. Had it been addressed to the wrong person?

Your suspicions faded as soon as you flipped it over to check the sender’s name.

It was addressed to you, without a doubt.

From Dio Brando.

You nearly dropped the envelope in shock, only just managing to catch it before it could fall to the flour-covered floor.

Dio had sent you a letter?

You couldn’t help but wonder if you were dreaming.

Palms sweaty, you cautiously opened the envelope, curiosity thrumming through your veins. The writing on the letter matched the elegance of the envelope, each stroke as refined as it was intricate. It was a level of formality and flair you weren’t accustomed to, and you found yourself squinting slightly, trying to decipher the words woven through the dizzying, graceful script.

Dear (Name),

I am writing to amend the brevity of our last encounter. It seems we were not afforded the chance to catch up as fully as I would have liked. As I shall still be in London for the next few days, I would welcome the opportunity to speak with you again before my return.

Please meet me at the address provided below, promptly at 7 p.m. this evening. You needn’t trouble yourself with a response; I will be waiting.

With warm regards,

Dio Brando

Your brows furrowed as you absorbed each meticulously crafted sentence, unsure what to make of it. Part of you bristled at the arrogance seeping through Dio’s words.

“You needn’t trouble yourself with a response; I will be waiting?”

You scrunched your nose. Quite presumptuous of him to assume you’d agree to meet. Still, there was no denying a part of you wanted to. You chewed your lip, deliberating.

The address listed was nothing grand—just a modest pub a short walk away. You were surprised he’d pick such an unassuming place, given the luxury he clearly embraced now. But after another moment, it began to make sense.

Of course he’d arrange to meet you somewhere simple, far from the haunts of nobility. He wouldn’t want anyone seeing him with you, after all.

You took a shaky breath, trying to banish the thought. Dio had changed, but was it fair to make such assumptions about him? Your encounter with him had been brief, yet there had been unmistakable glimpses of the boy you once knew peeking through this new, polished persona.

Perhaps, in that sense, Dio had been right to assume you would accept. Curiosity had always been a part of you, after all, and for all you knew, this might very well be the last time your paths would cross.

The crisp evening air caressed your cheeks gently as you made your way towards your destination. You’d done your best to tidy up, discarding your apron and kerchief, and dusting off as much flour from your woollen dress as possible. Before leaving, you’d thrown on a shawl for warmth, hoping to keep the chill at bay.

Your eyes drifted across the facade of the pub nervously. You could feel your heart stammering against your ribcage violently, threatening to break free from its confines. You chided yourself for the hesitance. Despite everything, you were only meeting an old friend.

With a shaky breath, you stepped inside, feeling your body relax as the warmth of the pub greeted you. The cosy interior was thick with mingling scents of food and drink. You scanned the room, almost ready to resign yourself to the idea that he’d played a prank, when you spotted him at last.

He was no longer donning the extravagant clothing you had last seen him in. This time, he had picked out something much more simple. He would have easily blended in with the crowd surrounding him were it not for his striking features. Your gaze was met by his and his lips curved into a subtle smile. Gathering your nerves and swallowing your apprehensions, you approached him. 

The noise and scents that had briefly overwhelmed you blended into a quiet simmer in the background as you sat down at the table Dio had seated himself at. He’d picked out a more secluded area, nestled away in the corner furthest from prying eyes. It did little to ease your suspicions regarding your meeting.

“Good evening,” Dio spoke smoothly, his guarded smile never wavering. You returned it with a slight nod and a tight-lipped smile of your own.

“Evening, Dio.”

“Are you hungry? Order whatever you like—I’ll cover it,” he offered, his tone cool and detached, yet there was something almost childlike in the gesture. Was he trying to flaunt his wealth?

You bit back a retort, holding onto the faint comfort of familiarity in this strange, newfound distance between you both.

You were seated in tense silence as you hesitantly picked at your food. Dio had not said much since ordering your meals and you couldn’t quite muster up the courage to do so yourself. You could sense this was weighing down on Dio as well, picking up on the subtle shifts in his expressions.

“(Name),” he finally broke the suffocating silence, his voice losing some of the coldness it had held. Your gaze snapped up to meet his expectantly.

He seemed to be carefully weighing his words before he spoke again, his voice hushed. For a brief moment, you saw flickers of a temperamental child with whom you had shared your happiest memories.

Finally, he spoke, the crease between his brows deepening.

“Life’s been somewhat dull without your company.”

You fell silent, your undoubtedly wide eyes staring straight into his. Something simmered underneath the surface that you couldn’t quite discern. You forced yourself to look away, resisting the pull of his gaze.

“Somewhat dull…,” you finally replied with a hint of wistfulness in your tone as your fingers traced idle patterns into the top of the table. A tightness rose in your chest. His words should have lifted your spirits, yet here you were, reading into them far too deeply.

Somewhat.

Had Dio always spoken this way? Or were your memories of him tinted by a rosy hue?

You managed a strained smile.

“I suppose I could say the same, although now that I work at the bakery, I don’t mind the repetitive days so much.”

Something in Dio’s smile tightened, his eye twitching just slightly at your words.

“So…Mr. Joestar treats you well?” you asked, taking another bite and hoping to lighten the atmosphere by steering the conversation elsewhere.

He nodded, and just like that, a more relaxed expression settled on his features once more. “Better than my father ever did,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink. His gaze shifted back to you, quietly assessing. You could still recall how he’d sometimes pause to observe people, studying every detail as if searching for hidden meaning. You never understood his fascination, though you’d always enjoyed hearing his theories on perfect strangers.

“That’s good. I’m happy for you, Dio.”

He tensed at your words again, though you couldn’t fathom why. You cleared your throat, breaking the tension.

“And his son? Jonathan, I think his name was? Do you two get along?”

His lips curled into a smirk for a fleeting moment, his expression darkening. “We didn’t always. But I’d like to consider us friends these days.” His tone carried an air of mystery, as if hiding something unsaid. As well as you had once been able to read him, you doubted you could still do it now.

You hummed noncommittally in response, unsure what to make of his response yet again.

“Are you content working for the baker?” he asked, gaze nailed on you.It was the first question he had posed all evening. You responded with a polite smile.

“Yes. He and his wife treat me well. It certainly beats stealing for a living,” you sighed, reminiscing on times you and Dio had done just that. “My wages are modest, but I have my own room, and I never go hungry.”

He fell silent once more, his eyes roving across your face curiously. It almost seemed as though he was looking for something—something that might contradict your words. Did he doubt your sincerity?

“What about friends? Do you have any?”

That stung a little. 

You worked to keep your face neutral. “I don’t have much time for friends. I suppose I have a few regulars I could call that, though.”

Dio’s demeanour shifted. “Charles,” he murmured, narrowing his eyes.

You smiled, raising your brows in mild surprise. “Yes, he’s one of them. You have a good memory, Dio.”

“You knew that already, (Name).” His response drew a lighthearted chuckle from you.

“Do you have any plans for your future?” he questioned, his gaze locked on you, mesmerising, unsettling. He almost reminded you of a hunter stalking prey. There was something off about him.

You considered his words briefly. Did you?

“I’m quite happy where I am. There’s not much else out there for me. With any luck, I can keep working for Mr. Haverford as long as he’ll have me.”

“Hm.” Dio sounded unimpressed.

“What about you? I assume you have something much grander planned for yourself?” your words were coloured with a tinge of sharpness. If Dio noticed it, he concealed it well.

“I’ll be studying law soon. Both Jonathan and I are set to attend Hugh Hudson Academy.”

You smirked. “I suppose I could see you as a lawyer. You are rather conniving.” That earned an amused eye roll from Dio. “Will Jonathan be following in your footsteps?”

There it was again—a twitch of his hand, a crack in his composure.

“No. He plans to study archeology. I suppose he has no need for a real occupation, so he’s free to study something so…frivolous.” The bitterness in his tone was barely concealed, seeping through his words.

You lowered your eyes, focusing on your cooling meal. The distance between you and your old friend seemed greater than ever. You couldn’t put a name to the feeling that overwhelmed your senses. 

Was it longing? Bitterness? You couldn’t make sense of it.

To your surprise, Dio offered to walk you home once you had finished your meals. Seeing no reason to protest, you had agreed. The walk was mostly silent, with only a few strained words exchanged between you.

“(Name),” he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush against yours as you reached the bakery. Your eyes flickered up to meet his. He withdrew his hand quickly.

“I will write. When I get back home, that is,” he said, his voice bold but his expression stony. You raised an eyebrow.

“I trust you will respond?”

You chuckled dryly. “You want to keep in touch with me?”

His brows furrowed ever so slightly. “I believe that was what I implied, yes.” 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “Very well, then. I will respond.”

He offered the barest hint of a smile, and, for a moment, you could see the friend you once knew. Perhaps he hadn’t changed as much as you thought.

“Goodnight, Dio,” you spoke softly, fishing out your key and heading for the door. You could feel his intense gaze on you as you fit the key into the lock. With a final glance over your shoulder, he gave a short wave and turned to walk away.

That sure was something.

As you clad yourself in your nightwear, your mind buzzed with the night’s events. You had him, but now that you had encountered him once more, you were feeling wary. Things between you felt strained, the warmth between you had cooled over the years. Still, the boy you had held dear was there, just, different. 

And he had insisted on writing.

The frostiness surrounding him was unsettling, but the lonely child within you was eager to push that feeling aside. 

Maybe it would be worth it. 

Even with the undeniable differences in your standings, you found yourself longing to rekindle your bond. A part of you, the younger self that still wanted to understand him, stirred hopefully.

As you tucked yourself into bed, your thoughts raced until, eventually, you drifted into a restless sleep.

[dioslesbianwife]

Hi I think your villain headcannons are well thought out. I’m not too familiar with the other vaillains frame of thinking but I could talk for hours about Dio’s brain because I think too hard about stuff like this 💀 anyways I think your writing is great and I get excited whenever I see you post and I look forward to things in the future ^-^ (I was referencing your crushes one for some fanfic I’m writing at the time too).

My question for the villains is how would they react to snow/cold/winter? I was wondering how Dio would feel about it and I’m on the fence between not caring enough to have an opinion and hating the cold. Maybe he would like. I don’t know.

Of course! This is a great headcannon idea. Also thank you so much for the kind words :) , I’d totally love to check out that fanfic! Also you’re my first headcannon request so thanks again, tried to make these a bit longer than my usual headcannons, (totally agree that dio’s one of the most interesting characters to analyze)

Jofoe Winter Headcannons 🤍

Dio

Loathes the cold. He’s already cold all the time, so winter weather feels like an insult to his existence. He sees it as nature’s cruel mockery of his frigid, undead body. He dramatically declares that the weather conspires to weaken him but cannot succeed, yet refuses to step outside unless necessary.

If he has to go out, he wears the most extravagant fur lined coat imaginable, looking like a 19th century aristocrat. He treats the occasion like a royal event and expects everyone to admire his impeccable taste.

He’ll complain that “humans are such foolish creatures” for building civilizations in places where it snows.

To compensate, he’ll demand a roaring fire in every room and might even force “convince” some random person to keep it going 24/7. Complains constantly about drafts in the house, though he never fixes them himself. Instead, he demands the others tend to his comfort.

Despite his distaste for the cold, he secretly finds snow beautiful. He’ll stand by the window at night, admiring the way moonlight reflects off the snow.

Spends long winter evenings in front of a roaring fire, reading old books or sipping blood/wine.

Kars

Kars is unimpressed by cold weather. He views it as just another part of Earth’s natural cycles, just another challenge for lesser beings, and adapts without complaint.

He doesn’t feel the cold like humans do but finds snow mildly inconvenient for walking or hunting.

Secretly appreciates the beauty of untouched snow and might spend a quiet moment observing snow covered landscapes.

He doesn’t feel too strongly about cold weather though he does enjoy seeing some of the others not being at their best due to the low temperatures.

He appreciates the hushed serenity of winter nights, where everything feels still and timeless.

Yoshikage Kira

Kira finds cold weather to be peaceful and enjoys how it makes everything quiet and still. Winter appeals to Kira’s love of quiet and order. He appreciates how snow blankets the world in stillness, muffling the noise and chaos he dislikes.

He meticulously layers his clothing to stay warm, dressing impeccably for the cold, with perfectly tailored coats, scarves, and gloves. All the pieces match and complement each other.

Prefers to stay indoors and sip tea by the heater, reading or listening to music while ignoring the chaos anyone else may cause.

He despises anything messy, so slush, mud, or salt stains in the house are a nightmare for him. He’s particular about keeping the house clean during winter, and he’ll passive aggressively remind everyone to “wipe their shoes properly.”

Kira enjoys winter traditions in moderation, such as watching an old film or reading by the fire, but dislikes overly festive activities like loud holiday parties or messing around in the snow.

Enjoys watching snowflakes fall while standing outside, feeling a rare moment of calm and connection with the world.

Diavolo

Diavolo is not a fan of winter. He finds the cold annoying and views snowy conditions as nothing but a hindrance. Sees it as yet another obstacle in his already convoluted life. Snowstorms, icy roads, and freezing temperatures are just disruptions.

He refuses to dress for the weather, insisting on wearing his usual clothing, even if it means freezing.

Diavolo despises the festive cheer of the season, avoiding any holiday gatherings or traditions.

Enjoys the eerie silence of snowstorms. It reminds him of the isolation he prefers.

Doppio

Doppio enjoys winter a lot more than Diavolo. Doppio is practical and down to earth about winter. While he doesn’t love the cold, he handles it with a quiet sense of responsibility.

He’s bundled up despite Diavolo muttering that he looks ridiculous.

He probably slips on ice a lot but laughs it off quickly. Snow doesn’t tend to settle long where he’s from in Italy (as far as I know), so he’ll take advantage of it and try to enjoy himself.

Doppio enjoys winter for the moments of peace it brings. He likes sitting by the fire with a cup of coffee, catching up on personal projects or reflecting on the year and business in Passione.

Enrico Pucci

Pucci views winter as a time of reflection and spiritual renewal. He sees the snow as a metaphor for purity. He finds a lot of meaning in the season’s challenges.

He remains calm and composed, unfazed by the cold weather. If anything, he uses the season as an opportunity to deepen his faith through prayer and meditation. He may even take some time to fast.

He maintains his composure in all weather, dressing appropriately but without extravagance. His winter wardrobe is simple yet elegant.

Prefers to spend winter evenings reading religious texts by candlelight or sitting by a fire, contemplating his plans. He dislikes excessive holiday celebrations, seeing them as distractions, but he might participate minimally.

He greatly enjoys the solitude of snowy evenings as it’s perfect for introspection.

Likes the way snow transforms the world, making everything look clean and untouched. A visual metaphor for his ideals.

Funny Valentine

Valentine treats winter like it’s a symbol of resilience and pride. He gives rousing speeches about the strength of enduring cold weather for the greater good. He embraces the season as an opportunity to showcase strength and perseverance.

He’s well prepared for winter, dressing in layers of elegant coats and scarves. He oozes an air of authority even in the harshest snowstorm.

Enjoys hosting grand dinners by the fire during the holiday season, using the occasion to strengthen alliances or spread his patriotic beliefs.

Valentine dislikes the inconvenience of icy roads and sidewalks but won’t complain openly, considering it beneath him.

He’ll talk everyone’s ear off about how when he was younger, he’d shovel snow or how back in the military he’d gone through cold weather training. These things build character, strengthen the spirit, etc etc.

Secretly enjoys writing in the snow with a stick, leaving messages or symbols that only he understands.

My Dumb group Headcannons:

Doppio starts a snowball fight, having always wanted to try one, but Dio escalates it into all-out war. Kars refuses to participate but critiques everyone’s aim. Kira and Pucci go back inside. Funny Valentine builds a military grade snow fort but by the time he’s done everyone’s already gone inside.

Pucci insists on a tasteful, minimalist approach to holiday decorating, Dio adds gaudy decor after Pucci leaves the room, but Kira and Diavolo don’t want any decorations and team up to take them down.

Kira quietly takes charge of cooking, ensuring everything is perfect, while Valentine waits till Kira leaves the kitchen to make some dishes he’s personally familiar with because he’s extra like that. Dio complains if his preferences aren’t catered to.

Diavolo refuses to shovel the driveway, leaving Doppio to struggle with it while Kars criticizes his technique, explaining how easily a superior lifeform like himself could do it much faster, making Doppio’s eye twitch in irritation.

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Hope you enjoyed! I love these weirdos.

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Bloody "Love"

Summary : Dio abducted you and tried to get "closer" to you with a kiss full of human flesh and blood.

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Words : 886

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WARNINGS : Gore {tons of blood}, vomiting{not really described but it will be here.}

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Author Note : I don't know how to design this post, don't kill me guys 😭 I saw this one picture where vampires kiss with a pool of blood inside their mouth to deepen social bonds.. this is inspired off of it! {I was lost while writing,hope you guys won't mind the bad grammar) 😅

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The thunder roared powerfully as it rained heavily, the moon was slightly hidden by the dark, rainy clouds. A cold breeze began hitting your exposed skin, causing you to finally wake up from your slumber with a gasp.

Oh, dear.

You weren't inside your house, instead, you were laying on the harsh, freezing floor in a place what seems to be abandoned. In-fact, an abandoned castle that possibly was left abandoned for centuries. You felt quite numb, paralyzed, almost unable to move yourself. A small roach crawled far away from you, only to be crushed by a leg. Wait a minute, a leg?!

Someone has abducted you, moving your eyes up, you caught a glimpse of the man, no, no! Not only that, MULTIPLE creatures on the celling upside down, staring deep down into your soul. You were frightened, absolutely frightened, those creatures are no human. They're like bats sleeping upside down.

Finally, taking your glance off of them to the man who was standing above you. He was absolutely stunning, his ruby eyes, his sharp jaw, his plump lips (that are actually dry), overall everything about him. Though one thing, actually two. His uneven eyebrows and the three moles on his earlobe. "Ahh, lovely, aren't they?" Dio's maleficent tone echoed through the large room, taking slow steps towards you as he referred to his creations, those frightening creatures on the celling. "W- um, what are those..?!" You stammered. What on earth are you looking at?!

"They're my creations, my servants. Though.." He hummed, finally pausing as his foot was close to your head. One of his horrifying creatures bashing into the chamber, holding an innocent young woman captive in it's rotting arms before standing right next to Dio. "I, Dio cannot only dominate this foolish globe." He muttered before the creature threw the woman in Dio's hands. "Wouldn't it be fascinating to be my.. sweetheart? My passion? My love?" Dio added before immediately biting the lady's neck gruesomely, her Bloodcurdling scream of pain was muffled by Dio's arm while small drops of blood escaping her neck before a massive pool of blood splattered. You couldn't watch the scene, it was full gore to you, it was absolutely traumatizing. Your eyes became bloodshot as tears formed out, it was difficult to watch, causing you to cover your eyes and slightly turning your head away before the woman's scream died out before he dropped the lady.

Dio began cackling with his mouth shut, oh, your innocence was just perfect to him. He kneeled down Infront of you before grasping your jaw in his massive, cold and veiny hand. His thumb stroking your cheek while all his fingers slightly kept squeezing your cheeks. Blood was almost everywhere around his mouth, dripping on the hard floor and on you. "No, please, no." It was too much, you cried out, "Have mercy, oh god, have mercy- ple-ase!"

"Shh.." He hushed you before slowly learning in close to you, finally, pressing his lips against yours before forcing your mouth opened and exchanging the pool of blood from him to you. It caused your eyes to fully widen and begin gagging before Dio's hands grab both of your sides and deepening his kiss, his tongue playing around inside of your mouth as he tilted his head to the other side while french kissing you.

It has only ended with you vomiting it all out, some of the disgusting brown waste ended on you. A scoff came out of Dio. "Perhaps, I was false. You're not the flawless sweetheart to me."

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When They Fell

1 And amidst the cries of war, of despair, of sorrow and of loss, the angels who stirred up the wrath of God were cast out, smitten by the brilliance of the sword of the archangel Michael, wielded by the grace of Him who seeth all things.2 And after a great burst of light, six hundred of the two hundred angels fell senseless from the heavens; and those who could not hold themselves perished in the consuming fire that enshrouded them, or else succumbed in the battle.

3 In that hour was the sky painted with the blood of the fallen, and the clouds were adorned with plumes of inexpressible beauty, which, little by little, did fade as dust, until they were as naught.4 And the force of their descent was so great that mountains vast and high were raised upon the earth.5 And a trail of furrows was left behind in the barren expanse of a world newly conceived, yet colorless.6 And lo, a voice as mighty as the roaring of ten thousand beasts did shake them from their slumber; it did thunder in their heads and did make their breasts to writhe in anguish, saying:7 "Amongst the ashes shall ye abide, and from the ashes shall ye arise, yet not as the beings of light whom I created. As part of thy banishment, ye shall wander this earth until ye make it fit for the dwelling of men. In the shadows shall ye remain for ages uncounted."

8 And the voice, so harsh and dreadful, was heard no more in their ears.9 And when stillness once more did reign, they perceived that they had been remade. And they beheld their forms, their fur stripped of its former glory, now shrouded in hues of black and brown, as though the earth and their burnings had been fused with them.10 Their hands were torn and bloodied, bereft of covering, and the throbbing in their heads was as thunder upon the mountains; and from their brows arose great horns.11 And when they spread their wings, the fur that clothed them was rent asunder, mingled with the quivering flesh of their bodies; and others had but gaping voids upon their backs, writhing in agony for aid.

12 And once more did the earth tremble at the sundering of two beings who once had been one.13 And the first to arise were the chief remnants of the rebellion, risen from the ashes, their steps firm upon the ground, leaving a mark deeper than the crimson hue of their defeat.14 And in the midst of desolation, they sought one another.15 And they did gather in small numbers, yet many were lost, their fates unknown.16 And the breath of their unrest did fill the air, for fear was upon them. A great tumult of wrath, of madness, and of remorse grew within them, as a plague that knoweth no cure.17 And soon, from their embittered mouths came forth words of cruelty. And as they spake, their eyes, unknowing, began to change, even as the eyes of the venomous serpents they were becoming.18 And in their quarrels they were scattered, and those who remained together did not endure for long.19 And the earth became their kingdom; and to still the hatred in their hearts, they set themselves to torment mortal men.20 And the paradise which was denied unto them became their desire; for upon the earth they did revel in vain pleasures, and did fill the minds of men with knowledge unbounded, that they might marvel and be led astray.

Cuando ellos cayeron.

1 Entre los gritos de guerra, desesperación, dolor y pérdida, los ángeles que causaron la ira de Dios fueron desterrados con el brillo de la espada del arcángel Miguel, inducido por la gracia de quien lo observaba todo. 2 Tras un resplandor de luces, 600 de los 200 ángeles cayeron inconscientes de los cielos; los que no lograron mantenerse perecieron por el fuego intenso que los cubría o sucumbieron en la batalla.

3 En esos instantes, el cielo se pintó de sangre de aquellos ángeles y las nubes se decoraron con plumaje de belleza inefable, el cual, poco a poco, se desvanecía como polvo hasta quedar en la nada.4 Los impactos contra el suelo fueron tan desmesurados que crearon montañas enormes.5 Dejando un rastro de hileras de tierra en el panorama desolado de un mundo recién concebido, aún descolorido.6 Una voz tan fuerte como el rugir de miles de bestias juntas hizo que aquellos pecadores se levantaran; retumbaba en sus cabezas y les hacía retorcerse el pecho:"Entre las cenizas es donde se quedarán, y de ellas volverán a emerger, ya no como los mismos seres de luz que creé. Como parte de su destierro, vagarán en este mundo hasta que hagan de la Tierra un lugar apto para los seres humanos, condenados a quedarse en la sombra por siglos." 7 Su brusca voz desapareció para nunca más ser escuchada en sus oídos.

8 Cuando la quietud volvió a reinar, se dieron cuenta de su renacimiento. Observaron su pelaje descolorido, envuelto en tonos negros y cafés, como si la tierra y sus quemaduras se hubieran fundido con ellos.9 Sus manos, raspadas y llenas de sangre, estaban desprovistas de pelaje; el retumbar en sus cabezas era ensordecedor, y sobre ellas se alzaban astas.10 Al desplegar sus alas, el pelaje que las cubría estaba totalmente desgarrado entre la carne palpitante de sus cuerpos; otros solo tenían un gran hueco en sus espaldas y agonizaban en busca de ayuda. 11La tierra volvió a estremecerse ante la transformación de dos seres que antes fueron uno solo.

12 Los primeros en levantarse fueron los cabecillas sobrantes de la rebelión en cenizas, con pasos firmes marcados en la tierra con algo mucho más persistente que el color carmesí de su derrota.. 13 Y entre la nada, intentaron encontrarse. 14 Se agruparon de nuevo en pequeñas cantidades, pero muchos quedaron en paradero desconocido. 15 Las respiraciones agitadas cubrían el entorno; el miedo era inminente. Un tumulto de histeria, enojo y arrepentimiento se hacía cada vez más corrosivo. 16 No se hicieron esperar las palabras crueles que salían de sus bocas resentidas. Poco a poco, sin notarlo, los ojos de cada uno comenzaron a cambiar por completo, como los de los venenosos reptiles en los que se estaban convirtiendo. 17 En sus discusiones se separaron; los que quedaron juntos no duraron mucho. La Tierra se volvió su reino, donde, para calmar el odio de sus corazones, se propusieron atormentar a los mortales. 18 El paraíso prohibido para muchos ángeles en donde ellos podían llenarse de placeres banales, y asombrar a hombres con conocimiento ilimitado.

[valdelobos-sokovia]

Chapter five to I'll be your anarchist! A punk Luis serennedy fic! The other chapters are on my A03 link in bio. @alitan99 inspired!

Morning came and went faster than any of them expected, and once it was almost noon, everyone began to worry about their friends' safety. It wasn’t like Luis to sleep in so late, then again none of them have seen him after a rough night of sex. A small creak alleviated some worry, followed by a set of footsteps. Leon was already down in the kitchen, but everyone's eyes were on the spiral staircase. Luis walked down the steps slowly, one hand coming up to rub his eyes gently, the other holding onto the rail as he moved, taking one step at a time.

Luis’ legs felt like jello, his knees and thighs still shaking from the previous night's events, he was wearing an oversized t-shirt that everyone assumed to be Leon’s and a pair of boxers, his feet bare. Every inch of exposed skin from his next down was littered with bruises and welts, his hair a wild mess, and he had an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. He looked like he had walked through a tornado and lived. Despite sleeping until noon Luis looked exhausted, his eyes remained half closed and he looked like he was in a daze, and he never seemed to let go of some kind of support, his hand moving from the handrail to a table, chair, the back of the couch, anything that could support his weight as he moved.

“Dios mio Amigo, maybe I do need to call a gay ambulance” Carlos speaks up from his position in front of the stove.

“I’m fine” Luis mumbled around the cigarette, his hand resting on the back of the couch.

“You don’t look-” Carlos turns to face where he thought Luis was, but he didn’t see him, he only heard a light thud. “Luis?”

“I’m okay!” Luis gets back up, giving the dark haired man a thumbs up before he grabs a seat at the high top table.

“I think you broke him” Ashley laughs and looks towards Leon, watching him as he messes with a machine.

The blonde’s back was to her, his focus on making coffee for Luis and himself. He was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a pair of boots, his torso however remained bare confirming where Luis’ shirt came from. Leon’s back was torn up, large red welts covered the whole length, some marks were deep enough to have drawn blood, but it had been washed away when Leon took a shower not an hour earlier.

“Hmm, he asked for it,” Leon answered as he turned with two cups in his hands. He moves slowly and places it in front of Luis.

Luis rolls his eyes and puts his cigarette down, his hands wrapping around the warm cup of coffee. “You are a beast”

“You love it” Leon answers leaning back against the counter across from Luis as he takes a sip from his cup.

Carlos shakes his head and continues to focus on making lunch for everyone. “So what is the plan today”

“Jill should be coming, she said she found something important” He answers before taking a sip of his coffee.

“Alright, we can line that up with what I found” Leon answers softly.

“Only if you are ready to talk about it. It seemed to really upset you” Sherry answers looking concerned.

“It’s too important to wait.” Leon admits and busies himself with his coffee.

Luis looks up and makes eye contact with his lover, they didn’t need to speak to each other, it was clear just with a single look. Leon knew Luis was there for him, that he loved and supported him, but most of all..with all those bruises, seeing him now after the night's events it proved to his twisted mind that Luis was alive. They had a strange relationship, but it was built on consent, he knew Luis could handle everything they did and if he couldn’t he would have said their word. Leon licks his lips slowly and gives a nod, telling his brunette beauty he was okay.

Luis relaxes a bit and leans back against the chair, his head dropping back for a moment. He wished he took a shower before coming down, but all he could think about at the time was coffee. The brunette lets out a soft hum, something tickling his mind. It was a pleasant feeling, and after a moment he realizes it’s Leon’s cologne. Without thinking he leans forward and lifts the collar of the shirt up to his nose, his eyes closing for a moment as his whole body relaxes.

“You are so weird” Ashley laughs softly as she grabs a plate from the cabinet.

Luis eyes snap open and his face turns scarlet red. He had forgotten he wasn’t alone, and that people could see him. He slowly lowers the shirt and covers his face in embarrassment.

“Oh Luis don’t be embarrassed amigo!” Carlos smiles and puts a plate down in front of him. “You are in love! There is nothing wrong with that”

Luis groaned loudly and shook his head, however the smell of food was stronger than his embarrassment. “Thank you Carlos” He smiles before he begins to dig in.

“No problem Amigo, you are so lucky” He pouts adorably and leans against the counter, satisfied now that everyone had food.

“I know I am” He teases “But tell me what’s on your mind”

Carlos waves his hand and sighs “Don’t worry about it, Sólo mi estúpida cabeza, amigo mío. Brain ha estado actuando extraño.”

Luis tilted his head curiously “¿Qué quieres decir?”

Carlos hums softly and takes a bite of his sandwich. “Me siento sola. Nunca antes me había sentido así. Quiero lo que tienes.”

“Oh Carlos” Luis smiles and touches his hand gently. “There is nothing wrong with that, why don’t you try looking. I didn’t know I needed someone until I found it”

Carlos hums and thinks about it before he shifts and shakes his head. “I don’t know amigo. I don’t trust easily”

“Neither do I” He admits softly. “It’ll be okay, I promise”

Carlos smiles and pats his hand gently. “You are so sweet”

Luis laughs softly and polishes off his lunch with a happy grin. “You are a great cook, maybe that will catch you someone. Remember a way to a man’s heart is there stomach”

Carlos rolls his eyes playfully and smiles at the older man as he finishes his coffee, Luis looked like he had gone through ten rounds with a paintball gun, most of his exposed skin littered with bruises, and even now he looked out of it, like he still hadn’t fully woken up. Leon on the other hand smiled behind his cup and admired his work, he normally wasn’t possessive, but after all he saw, heard, read, he couldn’t help himself. Especially now that he had proof that Krauser was back. He touched Luis, hurt him, Leon felt stupid, but a part of him wanted to remove any trace of that man’s hands on his lover. Even now he could feel that angry simmering in his belly.

“Good you all are gathered”

Luis looks up and turns to face Jill, he normally would have stood up to greet her but right now he didn’t trust his legs. “Did you make it okay?”

“Yeah we are good, Chris has us covered” She answers as she drops a stack of files on the counter. “One for everyone”

Luis swallows hard and passes them out, his eyes attempting to burn a hole into the one in front of him. He takes a slow, deep breath before he opens the file. The effect was immediate and he turned to throw up, his shoulder shaking.

“Luis..” Ashley rushes to his side, her face twisting in concern. “What did you see…mine is empty”

“You are the president’s daughter, you are safe” Jill whispers, besides Ada who is more difficult to get a hold of, the rest of us…” She watches as Luis brings his hands up to his face, his eyes wide in horror.

Leon jerks his attention turning from his file to Luis “Jill, you can’t be serious. Luis, they wouldn’t…”

“I am sorry Leon” She whispers softly. “What he is fighting for, it now includes him”

Luis tense and closed his eyes tight, he felt overwhelmed, and violated, he knew when it started too. It all made sense and he felt like a fool, he should have known better, but he hoped things would be different. The brunette slams his folder closed before anyone could see inside and struggles to stand, his legs shaking more than they were before. The words appeared in his mind like a giant flashing red sign, they didn’t start anything, they were continuing what umbrella started. Even then he was being used and he had no idea, these files proved it. They had records from umbrella, records that stated they had performed secret work on him.

“Luis you should sit” Ashley attempts her hand resting on his shoulder gently. “Please, you are worrying me”

Luis looks towards her, his eyes distant and hollow, the sight starts Ashley and she bites her lip gently. Luis tilts his head gently and touches his head, feeling where he had been hit, he should have realized it before. That hit should have hospitalized him. He chokes his face twisting in pain as it all sinks in and before anyone could stop him he runs, even though he falls multiple times he doesn’t hear his friends panic and keeps going, tears streaming down his face.

Ashley rushes forward and grabs Luis file, her heart pounding as she opens it. The sight takes her breath away, her eyes tearing up before she closes it and hugs it to her chest. It made sense now, his pain, fear, she would be scared too. She planned to keep it hidden until Luis was ready to talk, until he wanted the others to know. Ashley looked up towards the stairs, her heart breaking.

“Luis!” Leon calls out attempting to chase after him, however Jill stops him before he could leave the kitchen.

“I need you here. You saw things and I need to compare things, we need to figure this out” She says softly.

“I'll go, I will make sure he’s safe Leon” Ashley answers before running after the brunette.

Leon closes his eyes and slams his file down on the counter, before he begins to pace the kitchen, his blood boiling, his heart breaking. “What is here.” He taps his file. “Is exactly what I saw. One…looked at me, touched the tank it was in”

“That explains your attack” Ada answers, her eyes still on the staircase, it takes her a moment, but once she makes a choice she moves. “Call me if you need me” She moves towards the stairs.

Jill shakes her head “So they are cloning us and enhancing us. Son of a bitch!” She throws her hands up in anger, before pacing for a moment. “Then when we aren’t useful…what do they do?”

“That or they push us until we do it ourselves” Leon answers softly “But there is more to this, Luis…he is different isn’t he?”

“I didn’t read it, but his reaction is enough to tell us so.” She answers “This is sick Leon, we need to do something.”

“Gather the others, they need to know” He answers softly. “We will compare files, see what is common and what is different, from there we can build on what they want”

The afternoon was chilly, the wind whipping through his hair as he hugged his knees to his chest, his nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. Luis felt like he couldn’t breath, voices, memories, nightmares, they all swirled around him, taunting him like a swarm of bugs. His tan skin seemed to glow in the afternoon light, his hair turning from waves to light curls under the wind. Ada stood at the top of the ladder and watched Ashley. The young blonde looked helpless, her fingers tightening around the file she had carried with her and it was very clear she cared about the elder man. Ada takes a step forward and brushes her hand over Ashley’s shoulder gently, their eyes locking for a moment before she nods towards Luis. A silent push and one that Ashley needed. With Ada by her side she walks across the roof and sits down next to Luis, her knees pull up as well, but she turns her head to look at the brunette.

“Luis,” She whispers. “I have it with me, I won’t let anyone see until you are ready, but I want you to know it changes nothing. It doesn’t change you”

“Doesn’t it?” He chokes out, he doesn't sound like himself, his voice shakes out of fear. “We know what happens to people like that”

“I will die before I let someone touch you” Ashley answers seriously. “It changes nothing, I know Carlos, Sherry, Leon, Ada they’d all agree with me. They’d have to kill us first”

“That’s what scares me!” He yells without meaning too, his heart breaking. “I have…lost everyone, abuelo, my team, now i'll lose you all too”

Ada sits down and forces Luis to lift his head, her hand firm on his chin. “If you think we will die that easily then you don’t know us at all” She answers. “They better bring an army”

Luis was taken aback by Ada’s words and he teared up a bit more. “Leon…I..”

“I swear if you question his love I will knock sense into you” Ada growls softly. “He loves you, no matter what that folder says, you are who you are, not what they have done to you”

“She is right,” Ashley whispers softly. “It doesn’t change who you are. They want this, they want you scared. Without you we can’t fight Luis, don’t let them win. We have to stop them”

Luis takes a deep breath and coughs violently. “It’s just like my abuelo, like valdelobos all over again.”

“It’s not a plaga is it?” Ada asks concerned, her fingers twitching against his chin.

“No. No it’s worse, but I can’t be controlled at least” He admits softly before pulling his head back from her grasp.

“I don’t know how I feel about that, I am glad you can’t be controlled, but if you say it’s worse that also has me concerned.”

Luis looks down and hugs his knees again, his heart aching despite their words. He didn’t know when things would appear, no did he know how to control whatever had been done to him. He was scared, maybe it was karma for all he had done, naive or not he still had a hand in many deaths. Ashley moved closer and wrapped her arms around him, holding the brunette as close as she could. The file in her arms told him she saw, however despite knowing what he was she was afraid. She held him and talked to him like he was the same person and maybe he was…for now. Luis couldn’t help but worry that once this side showed itself he wouldn’t be himself anymore, would he recognize his friends? Would he hurt them? The thought made him sick, and he wondered if he’d lose his mind just like his abuelo.

“You are going to be okay, we will help you through this Luis” Ashley whispers “Please trust us”

Luis closes his eyes and wraps his arms around her, his head resting against hers “I do. I trust you all. I am just scared”

“A wise man once told me ‘it’s okay to be afraid, you know, but you can’t run, you got to keep moving forward. We will beat this’”

Luis laughs for the first time since they saw him in the kitchen and a tear runs down his cheek. “That sounds like him…” he admits “dios even now he is a light ey. He’s not even up here”

Ashley chuckles softly and looks up at him. “He’s smart, and he loves you. He knows something is wrong and I know he would say that to you”

Ada hums “indeed, now please come inside. You are only in your boxers and a t-shirt. Come back downstairs and rest”

Luis licks his lips and takes in their words, his hands still shaking. “Okay.”

[virgeandhis-pocket-protector]

Seven Snippets Tag

Bro i love these even tho i can NEVER pick between my babies

Anyway @late-to-the-fandom tagged me in this chain on my other blog but I'm doing it here because I got all SaSi fics at the moment B)

No-pressure tags: @i-will-physically-fight-you @glacierruler @prince-rowan-of-the-forest @lily-janus @groovyghostie @vinbee631 @girlboypatton be free to lore dump !!!

If you haven't done a writing tag game b4 no worries. This one's prompt is to put seven snippets (or as many as you can find) that you like from your WIPs or favorite fics in a post and bam! you've done a tag game

Because i'm Me(TM) i gotta set a requirement for myself for fun so it's gonna be whichever number that snippet is, it has to have that many characters talking/mentioned/in the snippet/etc. for fun! this is not a necessary requirement btw

Hit read more to see the snippets >:D/\

One Character (from "Brothers by Blood")

A inky one-way-window, long and thin like a serpent, spread across one side of the room. Faint shadows moved behind it. Left of it was a matte metal door; scuff marks on the floor showed where it would swing inward. In the center of this room, a young boy sat on one side of a white folding table, rigid in a matching folding chair. His curled-up poise could have been mistaken for that of a panther: lean, scared – ready for a fight. Layers of black, baggy clothes were his tattered fur. Bushy brown hair was his ruffled mane, lined with old streaks of violet meant to distract from his sore eye bags and heavy eye liner. The boy seemed sweaty, despite the cold, and smelled faintly of cleaning chemicals. He fidgeted absent-mindedly with his chain necklace. Shivering. He glanced up at the clock, squinting, and snapped his head back down as if out of fear of being caught.

2. Two Characters (from "The Prince and the Snake Charmer")

"Sorry, just-" Roman paused, steadying his breathing, "-just a bit jumbled up in the head." Janus nodded in understanding. "That's alright. It might take a second before you can think straight again." "I'm not straight, so it's not a problem," Roman replied on instinct, immediately turning bright crimson at Janus's startled reaction. "I mean, as in thinking-wise," Roman covered up, "I don't think straight ever, y'know? Like, because I'm dumb, and, y'know. Dumb, like really, uh, stupid, right?"

3. Three Characters (from "He Who Holds The Ruler")

Roman nodded. "Y-yeah, I mean, I guess. My brother Remus has a boyfriend. They more so…don't care." Patton nodded and was quiet again. "Maybe you should try telling them over lunch," Patton suggested gently. "I'll be there will you. I'm sure they'll at least try to be understanding." "Yeah," Roman said, nodding. "Understanding." Patton sighed sadly, but smiled reassuringly. "I'm sensing the need for a hug, I think?" "You never have to ask first, you know," Roman mumbled thankfully, hugging Patton around his side. "The answer will always be yes."

4. Four Characters (from "Kingdoms for a Mind 1")

"I would not phrase it as a 'quest'," Logan commented, "Maybe a 'reluctant onus'?" "Oh, hush, Specks," Roman snapped, "You'll get used to our adventures! It 'tis inevitable. With the same ease as the sun rises and falls, you shall soon fall in love with-" Virgil cleared his throat. "Wait a second," he began, looking to Roman, "What did you say about King Dolion 'disturbing peace'?" Thomas started fidgeting with the tablecloth, looking anywhere but at them.

5. Five Characters (from "Takeover" — Zombie apocalypse AU)

“Well, it’ll make great fertilizer!” “Remus, that is disgusting,” Virgil complained. “Stop kicking it!” Stepping back into the garage, Janus made a face. “Dios mío, this truck looks terrible.” “Agreed.” Logan said. He spritzed Lysol on the chair were the zombie once sat, stirring up a wave of dust. “Even my abuelo would not drive this,” Janus muttered, squatting down to look underneath the haphazardly off-balance vehicle, “And he drives the worst AMC Gremlin you will ever see.” Out on the lawn, Remy waved Remus away from him, demanding that he take a shower. This most certainly prompted Remus to ask if he could "join in." Virgil practically fled over to the garage to avoid getting caught in the crossfire of that conversation.

6. Six Characters (from "Kingdoms for a Mind 2")

"Forgive me if I'm rude, I've not seen anyone in months," Hypatia said, taking a seat at the head of the table. "But what are you doing here?" The princes glanced around at each other, none really wanting to explain. Janus sighed and put down his spoon. "We're traveling," Janus said simply. "Though we hadn't planned for this long of a trip. Running short on supplies." "Mainly medical supplies,” Logan said. “And enough rations for everyone,” Patton mentioned. "And weaponry," Remus added. "And sanity," Virgil piped up.

7. Seven characters oh god (from "Takeover")

“Crazy Dave’s not here to reinforce us,” Emile said monotonously. Roman sighed. "That game isn't even good." "Says you." "Well, do one of you have a better suggestion?" Logan asked, slightly exasperated. Patton leaned forward and rested his chin on Logan's shoulder gently. "Could maybe ask Janus…" Virgil wondered out loud, glancing outside, "He's a mechanic at his abuela's shop. Could maybe, with luck, possibly fix the truck." Logan nodded, writing it down quickly. Remy raised an eyebrow. "That's all peaches and cream, babes, but that big-ass zombie wedged in the front seat?" they asked, "Who would be insane enough to even touch it?" WHAM. "I'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKERS!" The front door was kicked wide open by a tall, broad-shouldered figure in loud a punk jacket, which could be described using both definitions of 'dirty.' His grimy combat boots, covered in spikes, had left brown sludge on the window. A name-tag on his shirt, from when he’d worked at a soup kitchen, said, 'Hello! I'm: Remus EVIL BITCH OF THE WEST'.

Sorry for the length. This was fun though >:D/\

[kerolystar2]

**Chapter 7: Masks and Secrets**

By the fourth month, something was wrong with Nina. It was as if she were being slowly consumed by something I couldn’t see. Her smiles, once genuine and warm, now seemed forced, like they were glued to her face. Sometimes, I’d catch her with a faraway look in her eyes, as if she were trying to escape an invisible pain.

She started avoiding certain conversations. Whenever I asked how she was or if something was bothering her, she dodged with flimsy excuses, changed the subject, or distracted me with a kiss. For a while, I wanted to believe it was just a phase. But then came the small signs: the nausea, the hesitant steps, and that medicine bottle that always seemed to appear in her bag, hidden like a secret she refused to share with me.

One night, while she was at my apartment, I saw something that made my stomach drop. Nina was sitting on the couch, her hand covering her face. Her breathing was uneven, and when she noticed me watching, she quickly lowered her hand, but it was too late. A small streak of red was still dripping from the corner of her nose.

"Nina?" My voice came out louder than I intended. I rushed over to her, but she turned her head, trying to wipe the blood away with her sleeve.

"It’s fine, Adrian. It’s just... the dry air," she mumbled, avoiding my gaze.

"Dry air? Are you kidding me?" I stood, staring at her. "You’re constantly nauseous, have headaches... and now this? What’s going on with you?"

She tried to stand, but she swayed slightly. Instinctively, I grabbed her arm. "Tell me the truth, Nina."

She looked at me, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite read—fear, maybe, or exhaustion. "Seriously, Adrian. It’s nothing. I’m just... stressed."

"Stressed?!" My voice rose again, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Nina, do you think I’m an idiot? I can see you’re not okay. If something’s wrong, I need to know."

She stepped back, her eyes avoiding mine. "I don’t want you to worry, Adrian. I’m handling it, okay?"

"No, you’re not, Nina!" Frustration boiled inside me. "You’re clearly getting worse, and you won’t let me help. Why won’t you trust me?"

"It’s not about trust," she said, her voice trembling. "It’s about not making you carry something you don’t have to."

"But I *want* to carry it, Nina," I said, my voice softer but heavy with emotion. "I want to be here, no matter what it is. You don’t have to do this alone."

She stayed silent, biting her lip. Finally, she said, "I’m fine, Adrian. Just... trust me. This will pass."

She tried to smile, but that fragile smile only made me more worried. I knew there was more, something she wasn’t ready to share. But whatever it was, I wasn’t going to give up until I figured it out.

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**Máscaras y Secretos**

En el cuarto mes, algo estaba mal con Nina. Era como si algo invisible la estuviera consumiendo lentamente. Sus sonrisas, antes genuinas y cálidas, ahora parecían forzadas, como si estuvieran pegadas en su rostro. A veces la sorprendía con la mirada perdida, como si intentara escapar de un dolor invisible.

Empezó a evitar ciertas conversaciones. Cada vez que le preguntaba cómo estaba o si algo la molestaba, lo esquivaba con excusas poco convincentes, cambiaba de tema o me distraía con un beso. Por un tiempo, quise creer que era solo una etapa. Pero luego vinieron los pequeños indicios: las náuseas, los pasos inseguros, y ese frasco de medicinas que siempre aparecía en su bolso, escondido como un secreto que se negaba a compartir conmigo.

Una noche, mientras estaba en mi apartamento, vi algo que me inquietó profundamente. Nina estaba sentada en el sofá, con la mano cubriendo su rostro. Su respiración era irregular, y cuando se dio cuenta de que la observaba, bajó rápidamente la mano, pero ya era tarde. Una pequeña mancha roja aún corría por la esquina de su nariz.

"Nina?" Mi voz salió más fuerte de lo que esperaba. Me acerqué rápidamente, pero ella giró el rostro, tratando de limpiar la sangre con la manga de su abrigo.

"Estoy bien, Adrian. Es solo... el aire seco," murmuró, evitando mirarme.

"¿Aire seco? ¿Me estás tomando el pelo?" Me quedé de pie, mirándola fijamente. "Tienes náuseas constantes, dolores de cabeza... ¿Y ahora esto? ¿Qué te está pasando?"

Intentó levantarse, pero tambaleó ligeramente. Instintivamente, la tomé del brazo. "Dime la verdad, Nina."

Me miró, con los ojos llenos de algo que no podía descifrar—miedo, tal vez, o agotamiento. "En serio, Adrian. No es nada. Solo estoy... estresada."

"¿Estresada?!" Mi voz subió de nuevo, y respiré hondo, intentando calmarme. "Nina, ¿crees que soy un idiota? Veo que no estás bien. Si hay algo mal, necesito saberlo."

Dio un paso atrás, evitando mis ojos. "No quiero preocuparte, Adrian. Estoy manejándolo, ¿vale?"

"¡No, no lo estás, Nina!" La frustración crecía dentro de mí. "Claramente estás empeorando y no me dejas ayudarte. ¿Por qué no confías en mí?"

"No se trata de confianza," dijo, con la voz temblorosa. "Se trata de no hacerte cargar con algo que no necesitas."

"Pero quiero cargarlo, Nina," respondí, mi voz más baja pero llena de emoción. "Quiero estar aquí, pase lo que pase. No tienes que hacerlo sola."

Guardó silencio, mordiéndose el labio. Finalmente, dijo: "Estoy bien, Adrian. Solo... confía en mí. Esto pasará."

Intentó sonreír, pero esa sonrisa frágil solo me preocupó más. Sabía que había algo más, algo que no estaba lista para compartir. Pero fuera lo que fuese, no iba a rendirme hasta descubrirlo.

[bxtsence]

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver (for viri)

Blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!

@rejectshumanity

[ ☣️ ] - For her human eyes, the whole ordeal was practically over before it had even begun. Whether it had been Dio's vampire reflexes or some hidden ability he had, she couldn't even begin to figure out the exact moment that he shoved his hand through her body, leaving her to fall backwards in a mist of crimson. She was standing close to the both of them and she still missed it.

❝ ..... I- ❞ Viridian's jaw dropped in pure shock as she eyed the tall man, whose hands were covered in the same shade of red that was collecting in a small puddle around the victim's now lifeless body. ❝ Y-you- ❞

Her throat went dry as she realized that the other two weren't the only ones with literal blood on their hands. Trying to swallow the lump in her throat, Viridian lifted her trembling fingertips to her forehead, her breath hitching in her throat when it came away warm and wet, covered in blood.

Oh...

Oh goodness.

Viridian took another look at Dio, taking a step back, and another. She knew she had no chance against him, but she was scared. He had never made any attempt to hurt her but... But still. She could end up like that.

She didn't say anything else before turning to run away.

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

:D

I'm just gonna do WIPs, bc I have like. 4 oneshots actually posted. And they're all from 4-5 years ago. Boy do I gotta get around to actually writing & posting my WIPs...😅

(Fics are the newest WIPs, but not in any particular order. Mostly because I can't remember the order. lol)

1. I Say "Goddamnit", God Replies "Bruh"

(temp. title)

(Dream SMP, some QSMP elements)

God is real.

And there's one per planet.

Planet SMP-20200802 "Dream". Its thirteenth semicentennial Diaspora has begun.

Freshly twenty, Unit 2015131325-IN-N1-T "Tommy" steps onto the Interplanetary Travel Module launch pad. This particular Module will take Tommy and the rest of the passenders to Planet AEH-20200922 "Technoblade".

2. Monster Hunter AU

(no title)

(Dream SMP, some QSMP elements, based on Korean folklore)

Tommy woke up slowly, blinking open sleepy eyes to a still-dark room- and his heart nearly stopped.

A bloody man was staring at him from his bedside.

The man's eyes, completely red, were slowly leaking blood, and his once-white shirt was covered in bloodstains.

But the most noticeable thing about him wasn't the bloodstains or the red eyes, no.

His body was transparent.

As Tommy watched, the bloody ghost opened his mouth and spoke:

"Bruh, wake up already, you're gonna be late."

"Techno, what the fuck?" Tommy grumbled. Techno made a deadpan face.

"The bus leaves at 7:20. It's five past seven."

"Huh? Oh, it's five past sev- oh. OH SHIT-" Tommy scrambled out of the covers and sprinted to the tiny closet in his room.

3. Tom and Bunnypig

(Dream SMP, some QSMP elements, Bee and Puppycat AU)

A small but bustling seaside town, full of people dressed in light, airy clothes, haggling the price of fish or looking for seashells on the shore. This is Starlit Mariner's Port- usually shortened to SMP-, a tiny island just off the coast. On the island, on top of a low hill, there is a small and cozy cat café. A place to head to when the warm, excited buzz of coastal markets gets a tad too much, when you need a little break from all the clamor and clatter. Here, the cats are affectionate, the food just good enough to be enjoyable without getting any famous, and the atmosphere relaxed and peaceful, almost serene- BANG CRASH "Tubbo!!! I told you not to touch the toasters, big man!!!!" The lanky blond waiter sprints to the kitchen, dropping and shattering the (thankfully empty) plate he was carrying.

4. Avengers AU

(no title)

(JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Stardust Crusaders-centric, Avengers AU- mostly MCU)

Kakyoin Noriaki wakes up to his alarm clock ringing his ears off, as always. He throws out an arm, blindly grabbing for the wailing menace, and accidentally knocks the clock off the bedside table onto the uncarpeted floor. The clock face shatters on impact, and Noriaki groans.

Hierophant Green flickers into view, picking up the broken clock and sweeping the tiny glass shards into the wastebasket.

"Thanks, Hierophant," Noriaki mumbles and regretfully hoists himself out of bed. Another day of work is waiting.

5. Canon Divergent fic where Jonathan and Jotaro's souls are switched(Eyes Of Heaven-related)

(no title)

(JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Phantom Blood & Stardust Crusaders-centric)

Jonathan "JoJo" Joestar woke up abruptly, blinking at the sunlight streaming through his fancy Victorian-style window.

Ah. Today was the day DIO- no, Dio Brando- would arrive at the mansion.

JoJo scowled darkly as he remembered a past life, one where he was a rebellious Japanese schoolboy and one hundred-year-old vampires were stopping time at a whim.

6. Temporal Transcendence

(Dream SMP, some QSMP elements)

Supreme Time Mage Karl Jacobs entered the grand double doors of his office in the Castle of the Inbetween, and paused.

His Timepiece was missing.

It was not in its usual place on his desk beside the ink pot, the lapis lazuli inlay neatly complementing the swirling green-blue-purple ink.

Karl stood there in silence for a moment, taking in his surroundings.

His eyes landed on a faint shadow on the wall.

A lanky, skinny figure frozen in place, hardly daring to breathe.

The shadow was colorless and volumeless, as all shadows were. Karl imagined he could see it's colors anyway.

Dandelion blond curls; panicked face flushed rosy pink; wide blue eyes that were always shifting hues to reflect the sky; clothes undoubtedly some shade of red- and currently supposed to be noting down Baseline Event Deviations in the Fall of Mizu Temporal Stream.

7. Lucky Star

(Dream SMP)

"Villain attacks have gotten more frequent, and closer to the heart of the city as of late. The local branch of Abilitied Security & Welfare released a statement today, announcing that they will be increasing the number of Agents on citywide Abilitied Agent patrols.

The ASW's Abilitied Agents, colloquially known as 'Rangers', are famous for going through rigorous training specially designed to fit each Ability-"

The news anchor was neatly cut off by Phil flicking the TV off.

8. To Catch a Falling Crown

(Dream SMP)

"Oh hey, by the way big man, how's the story going?" His younger brother asked. "That fantasy royalty one you talked about."

He froze in the middle of picking up his school bag. He would rather talk about any one of his works in progress over that.

"Oh, that WIP. Yeah uh, I. Kinda put it aside for now." He spoke as casually as he could manage. It wasn't a complete lie, anyway.

"Got a new story going?" His brother grinned at him. He couldn't quite return it.

9. Love Zero

(Mashle: Magic and Muscles)

Her name hadn't always been Love.

Demolitia was the name she was given at birth. 'Demolish your enemies' or some bullshit like that. So not cute. Love was a much superior name, in her humble opinion. Suited her beauty better, too.

10. Magi-Chemical Girl AU

(no title)

(Dream SMP, some QSMP elements)

*: This one isn't even properly begun yet, the excerpt is literally just from the tumblr post that started this AU. However I am super proud of this story so it gets to be part of the post lol.

Magical girl transformation gems are a result of scientific experiments on a rare mineral found deep within Earth, and the quintet got theirs purely by accident. Like Tubbo going dumpster-diving for invention material and finding some failed gem samples that were accidentally thrown away. They're failures bc the original testers got crystallized by the gems during activation and were killed, but ironically the dead testers' souls, now bound to the gems(though the scientists working on the gems didn't know that) help keep the mineral's powers in check so the five can use them with no problem. Basically they're the Magical Girl's Overseer/Guardian trope.

NGL I'm currently working on original works more, so it's been a hot minute since I worked on any of these. (There's a writing contest hosted by a big Korean bookstore franchise that's open till June 9th. The announcements said the submitted work doesn't have to be finished, but I'm not sure I'll make the minimum wordcount. I'm deffo trying, though! And I think there's going to be a similar contest next year too, so if I don't write enough this time, I'll aim for next year👍) I hope my WIPs aren't incomprehensible at least haha.

Tagging anyone who wants to join in the fun :3

Tag game!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people. I was tagged by @irrealisms!

Tagging: @droidofmay, @leafcabbage, @blueeyedjoy, @these-godforsaken-halls, @rebelpeas, @nomsfaultau, @sohrleas @fensandmarshes, @residenthesitant, @imperialkatwala

1. out of my head, of my heart and my mind (Dream SMP)

Tommy let himself slump into a graceless heap on top of an apartment building, yanking his communicator out of his ear. The brick wall was rough on his back, and the pebbled surface of the roof dug into the spaces between his armour. The central tower of city hall loomed over him like an omen, Hero Tower shining oppressively behind it in the setting sun. Tommy propped his head in his hands, averting his gaze. 

2. A Revelation Starts To Form (Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP)

Phil almost runs into the soldiers when he turns the corner. He’s thinking of other things, hand under his cloak turning a carved wooden crow from Technoblade between his fingers, and footsteps in this stretch of corridor echo directionlessly. He catches himself, wings coming out to propel him away from the bodies he nearly collided with, and multiple pairs of hands come out as if to fend him off. 

3. the pressure and the panic you push your body through (Origins SMP)

When the Ender King’s guards hauled him back down the basement steps, the Crowfather’s left eye was swollen nearly closed, and his nose was so visibly broken it moved when he breathed.

4. Where You Go And I Will Follow (Dream SMP)

Most passengers on the system shuttle were napping or focused on media as it started the scheduled descent to the Vault. Phil gathered his things and checked the viewport again. The prison hung in space outside the shuttle, a massive unmarked cube in the void. There was an irregular sparkle in the empty half-km around the construction, the laser deflection array sparking as it vaporized micro-meteorites that dared to come close. The shuttle proceeded on a careful descent down the narrow path for transit in and out of the station, bracketed on each side by the prison’s security defenses.

5. Left Behind Everything I Knew (SMPEarth)

Technoblade had arrived at the stronghold at about three in the afternoon, the portal dropping him onto a glacier under a velvet-dark sky speckled with stars.

6. runnin' with this plan (pull me, grab me)  (Dream SMP)

The path through the evil wizard’s lair had been long and twisting, full of dead ends and magical traps and monsters summoned out of nowhere.

7. took a little journey to the unknown (Dream SMP)

The man with the cargo truck Phil had hired looked at his phone, then stepped forward to grab the final box out of the back. “Why don’t I help you bring this last bit upstairs, finish up?” 

8. You Fill My Lungs With Sweetness (Dream SMP)

Phil put a bowl of soup in front of Technoblade and then put one at his own spot, sitting down and settling his wings behind him as he picked up his spoon. “There we go. Let me know what you think.”

9. Makes The Rain Different (Dream SMP)

Techno shuffled sideways and dropped the new mattress into place, then stood back and considered the bed. He was tired—he was always tired nowadays—but it looked good. What was next on the pre-hibernation checklist? He called down to the ground floor. “Bed’s together, Phil, what did you say came next?”

10. I'm Not Askin' For A Miracle  (Dream SMP)

The Syndicate meeting had gone off the rails immediately, as usual.

Swapping between first lines and first paragraphs based entirely on vibes. Feel free to do this if you want to, even if not tagged.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

An Altercation with Death

I’m going to start this by saying I’m not a furry… BUT I’M SIMPLY SIMPING FOR A WOLF, WTAF IS WRONG WITH ME… I recently watched PIBTLW and it was amazing! The animation, the story and most of all, Death stole the show.

Summary: You meet a mysterious new patron at the pub you work at when trouble strikes. Unfortunately, you have no clue how to thank this new hero of yours. I see you as a cute little babydoll sheep. TLDR: You get harassed at work and Death comes to save you.

Warnings: threats, some swearing, bad Spanish translations. I call Death mainly Muerte and Lobo (wolf in Spanish).

Part 1 |  Part 2

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You always believed you brought trouble.

It was said to you since you had been young, getting into trouble and mischief before you could even walk. Your parents were advocates for this: stating it to you and those of closeness, jokingly brushing aside the unluckiness you carried.

‘I swear our little Y/N just likes walking into trouble.’

Maybe you searched for it, or perhaps it searched for you. It came in altercations, near-death-like experiences, or just overall bad luck you carried that didn’t seem to bring any repercussions. Breaking things or being overall clumsy. It mattered little how hard you tried to be careful, your luck never seemed to leave you.

People whispered you were cursed, cursed with being misfortunate and cursed for the rest of your time, all whilst you brushed those away to not affect you.

‘If death wants me, he will have to come to find me.’

You continued as if life was not weighing you down, nor your ‘curse’ as you liked to call it. It didn’t push you down, but rather make you clumsy for your job working behind the bar at the Curfew, but you told yourself everyone broke glasses more times than you did, so you didn’t have to worry.

“Hey, you mind bringing those up from the shelf to put on display?” Sofia, your co-worker, a tabby cat short yet brawny called, and you pulled yourself from staring dazed out from the empty tables, moving to go help.

“Another quiet one, huh?” You asked, grabbing boxes as you went back and forth, not paying much attention to who was at the front. You resumed conversation with Sofia before she rushed out to grab some more boxes in storage, telling you she would be some time.

Distracted, you whistled back over to the front, sorting boxes in order before something caught your peripheral, sitting idly by the bar, cloaked and very opposing.

“Ah, Dios mío,” you clutched your chest to still your beating heart, startled by the presence at the bar. It was as if he was whispering death: appearing out of nowhere and waiting to order. You composed yourself enough to step up to where he sat, “May I help you, Señor?”

The first thing you noticed from the wolf in front of you was how unnerving and disturbing his eyes were. Red, like the sweetest apples in the summer, red like the leaves of autumn, red like fresh blood. Danger. They moved unblinkingly, watching you with a discomforting presence.

The wolf seemed at least 6 foot or taller, hunched at the bar on the stool, a black cloak covering his head and guarding you against seeing the rest of him. The next thing you noticed was his smile, white sharp teeth that grinned back at you as if he was teaching himself how to smile less like a maniac and falling to no avail.

You couldn’t shake the awkwardness and intimidation of this wolf; you were half his height after all and even sitting down, he towered over you, seemingly feeling as if he had trapped you from moving anywhere else between the bottles stacked behind you.

Time slowed with silence as the both of you just stared at one another, until you watched his mouth open, the friendliness you could decipher from his posture, yet you blinked owlishly back into reality when you realised you didn’t hear what he said. “I’m so sorry, can you repeat that for me again?”

“A cafe con leche, por favor.” He repeated in the suave deep voice that had you double-guessing everything, yet his smile never ceased to leave his face, eyes unblinking.

“Of course.” You smiled awkwardly, darting over to get it started for him, making sure to keep your back towards him for as long as possible. It had felt like forever perfectly what he wanted, and for something so simple and made millions of times before, you felt as if you were being assessed heavily.

With cup in hand, shakily made your way to him, telling yourself over and over not to drop it, you finally got it to him. It didn’t take much to notice that his hood had been thrown back, revealing the rest of his face and pointed ears. He looked even taller somehow without it on- as you watched his eyes lit up when you came back over to him.

“Gracias,” he gave a long sniff as he brought the cup to his mouth, sipping slowly as he gave a low, deep hum in the back of his throat. The cup looked comically too small for his large paws, yet he was much too engrossed in his drink. “I didn’t know they could do good coffee around here.”

You laughed nervously. “We’re sort of famous for it here. Lots of people come here.”

“So I’ve noticed,” he remarked wryly, your eyes darting behind him to the mere empty stalls and tables, the dead silence settling in as you noticed he had made a joke. His eyes were still on you, observing before he spoke up. “Though I don’t think I’ve noticed a cordera like you around here.”

The thick wool around your face felt thick and hot, making it, even more, harder to breathe. “Ah, I tend to stick to the countryside, it’s much quieter out there than in the middle of it all here.”

The wolf’s chuckle was low and haunting, “I would have to agree.” He resumed sipping his coffee, never breaking eye contact, his voice a soft rumble. “Too filled with life, huh?”

“You could say that.”

You nervously resumed conversation with him, “How come I’ve never seen a Lobo like you around before?”

He paused from drinking his coffee, placing it down before he gave a low chuckle. “I tend to stick to the quieter parts, only needing to be around people when needed.”

“Oh, like it’s part of your job, si?”

His laughter was warming, even when a part of you felt alarmed by him, telling you something was off about him. “You could say that.” He copied with leading charm.

Despite his appearance, speaking to him did help ease your nerves. Maybe it was the smile he gave, regardless of how sharp his teeth looked, there was so array of charm to him, albeit rather awkward.

“What’s your name, corderito?”

You blushed easily at the name, even if it was a fleeting teasing nickname. “Y/N, yours?”

“Muerte.”

“What, like Death? Your name is actually Death?”

“That’s what some people like to call me,” he shrugged coolly, bored as if the name held no resonance to him. “So, La Muerte, can I get anything else for you?”

“No, that’ll be all,” he stood back fully to his full height, and you dwarfed in comparison to him and his shadow, completely engulfing you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N. I’m sure we’ll meet again sometime.”

“Hopefully for more coffee, I hope.” You spoke hopeful, at least in hopes of seeing him again to get to know him. You heard change cling to the bar table and by the time you moved to collect it, he was gone, vanished on sight and no sight of him despite believing he wouldn’t have moved that fast.

“Huh,” you thought aloud. “That was odd.”

“What was?” Sofia came through from the back, carrying stacks of clean glasses and mugs. “There was… this wolf, and he just… disappeared into thin air.”

“How odd indeed,” Sofia questioned before she nudged your shoulder suggestively. “Was he cute though?”

“Sofia!”

-

Muerte did not show his face for some time, and when the seventh day showed with no sign of him, your hopes of seeing him again dwindled next to nothing.

You continued your days like nothing had happened, telling yourself that customers had lives outside of the bar and that it was unlikely to see him again if he was not a regular.

The bar was peaceful this sunny afternoon, cool breeze coming through thanks to the shade as you resumed cleaning glasses, waiting for anyone to show up. Thanks to the hot heat, many people were outside, enjoying the rays. You would find your day off would be the next day, though you were disappointed to hear that the sun would not be out.

You had to endure nonetheless without enjoying it, stuck behind a bar with an aching back and sore arms from carrying things, dealing with rude customers or none at all. The last one you had was in the early hours after opening, and now, the sun had been at the highest point in the sky, mid-afternoon at least.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go on a quick break, give me a shout if you need anything.” Sofia had shouted from the back as you called back. “It’s fine, grab some limonada if you don’t mind on your way.”

Sofia gave a quick “see you later” before it was quiet once more, or so you had prayed for.

The ruckus that came was loud and jarring, in barging through the double doors were a group of four, short and plump, the four approached the bar, loud and rowdy before one of them recognised you.

Alejandro was a black and patchy goat, a scruff of fine hairs on his chin that didn’t hide the ridiculously sized horns atop his head, pathetically too big in comparison to the rest of his body. How did you know his name? He simply told you, though it took all the willpower within you to not give him yours.

You liked to imagine yourself as being a calm, patient person, but the moment he stepped forth and you saw his annoying pestering smile, you knew how slow the minutes would tick by the longer he stayed.

“Hey, querida, a few shots for me and my friends?”

You silently obeyed, grabbing the necessary things as you poured the shots with tequila. This was a regular thing, they came in for a few minutes to an hour, buying shot after shot with Alejandro flirting his way up a storm in trying to impress you.

Alejandro gave a pleased bleat, downing the shot with his friends as they cheered him on silently behind him. You watched him saunter closer to you, leaning one elbow against the bar. “Can I buy a drink for you? Or maybe a nice meal out—just you and I-”

“Like I said many times before, no thanks. I’m busy.” You looked back behind to see if Sofia was back after her short break. In times like these when the goat came for your attention, Sofia was quick to barge in and shoo them out, but she was still nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, come on, cariño. I’m a real catch.” Alejandro gave a wink your way, and you felt something within you shrivel up and die. Your patience was hanging on a thin cord, mixed with the way he persisted and his friends egging him on, you could feel the last remnants of your collectiveness holding on. “I’d treat you right.”

“I’m not interested.”

“What? You’re seeing someone?” He asked eagerly. It took a lot for you to stomach the words, but in the spur of the moment, you said it, in hopes that they would work. “Yes, I am actually. He comes here often.”

“Oh, well I’ve never seen him here before!” He laughed mockingly, his friends joining before he continued by propping himself up closer to you. “But I’m sure your little boyfriend wouldn’t mind me chatting with you.”

“He wouldn’t, no, he can be a bit protective,” you suggested, wondering if, by any chance in your mind, you were thinking of that wolf. Something in your chest clenched at the mention of him or even imagining him, and you had to dismiss it quickly before you could get your hopes up.

A lamb and a wolf, how funny. It’s not like he has some lovely wolf wife waiting for him anyway.

“Come on, cariño, what do you say? One night of fun. No one would need to know.”

“No.”

Alejandro looked for a moment frustrated by your constant answers, yet, whilst encouraged by his friends surrounding him, he sniggered lightly, giving one last jab your way. “Fine, your loss. It’s not like I wanted to go out with you anyway. I bet your boyfriend even finds you fea-“

Maybe it was the spur of the moment, counting the number of times he had come in, annoying you from your job and begging for your attention. With little help from how close he was to you with the bar in between, you closed the space, grabbing him as tightly as you could by the tiny scruff of his chin hair, tugging hard until he fell forward, suddenly supporting himself as he stared back at you in surprise and horror.

It was peaceful for once, not to hear amusement coming from him or his friends.

“I told you time and time again, but no, you didn’t listen. How many other girls did you have to get through before they told you the same thing? Countless, I believe. And when your tiny ego is ruined, you think of the perfect thing to keep your confidence going—just so you’re not embarrassed in front of your friends.” You calmly spoke, leaning up on your tippy toes to give the final quip as softly and threateningly as possible.

“I do not want to see you or your buddies in here again, or so help me, I’ll personally make sure you’re put out like garbage.”

Maybe you saw red, but your adrenaline was fuelled as you released the goat with a force that he stumbled backwards, nearly falling completely flat on the ground, but was stable by the grip he kept on the table.

With a scoff and a click of your tongue, you flicked your head back away from them. “And even if I did say yes to someone like you, you would’ve bored me greatly.”

It had looked as if the goat had seen red himself.

Before his friends could sway him to leave, Alejandro moved quicker than any of them expected, nearly leaping over the bar table to get to you, a raised hand ready to come in contact with the back of your neck.

“Listen here, you ungrateful perra, I’m not done talking with you-“

The connection didn’t come, instead, a loud clap that echoed in the small room startled you to look back over your shoulder from the suddenness. Expecting to feel the harsh grip of the goat’s hand on you, you and those in the bar were moved speechless as Alejandro’s hand was held inches from your body, blocked in the large, overwhelming grip of another.

Your heart clenched at the sight in front of you, aware that he could hear the way it beat so fast. “Lobo?”

“The corderito said she was not interested,” Lobo began, the hood hiding his face except for his piercing eyes, glaring daggers towards the goat and his pals. “May I need to escort you tontos out personally?”

Alejandro looked expectantly between you and the wolf, disbelief written on his face as if it read ‘How the hell did he get in here?’ before he was trying to choke on his weak macho ego.

“How the—hey, let go of me, man!” He looked back over to you, pointing with his free hand. “This? This is your boyfriend! You’re seeing a wolf!” He questioned sardonically.

“He-“ you went to correct yourself, but Lobo chimed in, surprising both you and the other patrons in the small bar. “Yes, yes I am her boyfriend. Now,” Alejandro gave a loud yelp, his hand squished in the tightening grip of the wolf, his red piercing gaze scowled as he snarled out, “run before I grow an appetite for goat.”

It didn’t need to be repeated, watching the retreating goats bleat in horror and flee from the scene, leaving the silence to fill the air as you stared up at Lobo in quiet admiration. “You… you saved me.”

“I couldn’t have left you with those idiotas now, could I?” He asked, looking over you carefully, his gaze softening as he calmed. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, you came in the nick of time.” You mustered the courage to thank him more, relieved your blushing face hid the wool. You took his paw into your hands, squeezing tightly. “Muchas gracias, Muerte. How could I ever repay you?”

He seemed taken aback momentarily by your sudden praise, before chuckling softly to himself. If you had mistaken it, you thought you had heard him mutter “Que linda” under his breath.

“You don’t need to repay me, mi corderito.”

Despite the cool you got from his fur, he did not pull back from you, instead, he didn’t seem to want to pull away. “I didn’t know you thought of me as your boyfriend.” He teased.

Your eyes widened in realisation. “Er, well, I had to make something up to get that estúpido away from me.” You stared up at him, nervously smiling. “I’m sorry I had to get you involved.”

“I don’t like people like him.” Muerte said softly, “especially taking advantage of someone like you.” His paw squeezed your hand momentarily before he let go. “I should get going again.”

“Can I see you again?”

He stopped in his place, turning back towards you, surprise written in his red eyes before they warmed. “Well, my job is rather busy, but I can be free just for you.”

Your eyes lit up. “Anytime this week?”

“How about tonight?”

“Yeah, erm, hold on, let me write the address.” You grabbed some paper from underneath the bar, and by the time you stood back up, Muerte was standing closely observing you, inches from your face. You jolted, not moving as if curious about what he would do next. “I’ll see you then, Y/N. Oh, and do try and keep out of trouble.”

With that, he took the note and headed out, not before you heard a low whistle, disappearing as he walked out.

The lamb and the wolf. Maybe it did have a bit of a ring to it.

-

Dios mío – My God

Señor - Sir

Cafe con leche, por favor – coffee with milk, please

Gracias – Thank you

Cordera – Lamb

Lobo - Wolf

Si - Yes

Corderito – Little lamb

La Muerte – The Death

Limonada – Lemonade

Querida – Darling/Dear

Cariño – Sweetheart/Dear

Perra – Bitch

Tontos – Idiots

Muchas gracias – Thank you so much

Que linda – How cute

Estúpido – Idiot

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I am dying for an Au where the party left Eddie's body in the upside down and he (for whatever reason) is not dead, and comes back but with significant memory loss.

He ends up in Steve's back yard, covered in his own blood and the muck of the upside down. He's faced with the absolute relief and sadness on Steve's face, as he tried to rush towards Eddie only to see him flinch away, eyes wide and confused.

It takes a while but Eddie begins to trust Steve, he gets re-introduced to the party and slowly but surely his memories are coming back, sometimes in flashes of memory but sometimes without Eddie even realising himself. Like when he calls Dustin "Henderson" without anyone ever reminding him of Dustin's last name, or when he started humming Dio in the kitchen while he drank his coffee (Eddie had no idea what he was even humming and it took Steve about an hour of sifting through Eddie's old tapes to figure out it was Dio's Rainbow in the Dark).

But the memories are also confusing sometimes, particularly when it comes to Steve Harrington. Eddie knows Steve, he's the person Eddie came to rely on the most since he came back. Steve lets him stay in his house, he makes sure Eddie eats enough proper meals and he can tell when things are getting too much and keeps the others out of the house for a while.

But Eddie has memories.

Steve looking a bit younger, but so much harsher. Indifferent and cool as a freckled boy spits mean words at his side. Steve with his arm around some pretty girls waist, smiling at her and sneering at Eddie.

None of it seems right. Because when Eddie looks at Steve, the Steve in front of him, he cannot accept these memories. Steve has only ever looked at him with the utmost gentleness, but still Eddie can't shake them.

So one day, in Steve's kitchen he tests it out with a phrase that's been rattling around in his head "King Steve" he says it softly, and he isn't sure what to expect. Confusion maybe, something to confirm that it was all some insecure figment of Eddie's overactive imagination.

But what he got was a look of pure hurt. Eddie had never seen Steve look so hurt. He immediately had the urge to take it back, to pull the words back into his mouth and take away whatever pain he had given Steve but he knew he couldn't, so he tried again "Steve?"

"you remember, huh?" His voice sounded defeated, like some awful thing he was waiting for had finally happened, like the other shoe had finally dropped.

"some things..." Eddie felt wrong footed but he knew he needed to consolidate these memories in his head with the broken boy in front of him "but they don't really make sense"

He waited to see if Steve would talk, fill in some gaps but he doesn't, so Eddie continues "it seems like" He was hesitant to even say it "you used to be mean... to me?"

Steve scoffed, seemingly more at himself than at Eddie "I used to be mean to a lot of people Eds. I've been trying to get better, to be better, for the past couple of years but, that sorta stuff follows you around"

He wasn't sure how to respond, even though he knew the memories were real, it still didn't feel right, those memories weren't his Steve. "But, you're not like that anymore." He left it like that, staying it like fact.

"no. I'm not like that anymore, I hope so at least" he seems sheepish, and still so uncomfortable

"you're not." Eddie took a step closer, and placed his hand on Steve's arm "you're good, Steve."

Eddie's language hadn't been what it used to be, and Dustin and the others were doing a Lord of the Rings book club to help Eddie regain some of his past vocabulary, but he hoped for now that even simple words could get across how he felt about Steve.

"you helped me, I was alone and scared and you did everything you could do" he tilted his head, trying to get Steve to meet his eyes "You saved me, Steve Harrington."

And that seemed to be more than enough, because in a sudden rush of movement Steve pulled Eddie into a tight hug, and as they stayed their, tangled up in Steve's kitchen, neither of them mentioned when Steve's shoulders began to shake and Eddie's shoulder dampened.

Instead Eddie just placed his hand in Steve's hair, and held him for as long as he needed. No matter what memories he regained of that young indifferent version of Steve, he knew all that matters was this boy in his arms right now. The kind and selfless Steve Harrington.

The Steve Harrington who saved him, in all the ways that mattered.

[bellascool]

STAIRS ACCIDENT

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posted : 17/02/23 (European date)

It was supposed to be safe but yet you still got injured

WARNING : the imagine is 100% coming from my mind which means it can't happen irl normally. Please be aware that I exaggerated! 😩

You were currently making dinner, waiting for your boyfriend to finally come home.

You didn't live together yet but you wanted a chill night with him since you didn't really got to see him often with his football trainings.

"Where's the salt?" you asked out loud as if someone would answer but of course you didn't get a single word back

You kinda felt lonely without your family but it was like that and you couldn't change it.

After finishing dinner, you decided to go change upstairs to more comfortable clothes.

But while you were going upstairs, you noticed that the glass was kinda cracked.

You had stairs made of glass, at first, you were totally against it but after discussing with the architect, you gave up and let him do it.

And seeing a cracked step made you really scared to use the stairs but you had to.

"I'll just call someone to change it tomorrow" you said to yourself as you entered your room

You quickly put on your tank top along with some shorts and took off your makeup before heading to the stairs.

You put your feet on the first step but froze when you heard something cracking.

Thinking you were crazy, you slowly went to the second step and when you didn't hear anything, you jumped to head down.

That was a habit you had since little, you jumped when you went downstairs.

But oh my dear, what a bad idea.

What you didn't know was that the cracking sound was actually the stairs who were about to totally break and you jumping was the limit.

You jumped on the fourth step, the one who was cracked and that's when it broke.

You let out a loud shout as you felt yourself falling while pieces of glass were cutting your skin.

Your body hit the floor now covered with blood after landing on the pieces of stairs broken.

You moaned in pain as you held your arm who was bleeding the most.

You suddenly heard the door open then close.

"Y/n are you there?" you recognized the voice of your boyfriend who apparently came home from training

His footsteps became louder and louder but you still had your eyes closed, not daring to open them, scared to be submerged by pain.

"Y/n!" he screamed before rushing to you, not scared of getting hurt by the glass "Míos Dios what happened? Oh no I'm taking you to the hospital right now!" he panicked as he tried to pick you up but you stopped him finally opening your eyes to be met by his worried gaze

"Please not the hospital, you know how I feel about it" you hardly said

"Oh y/n but you're bleeding, I have to." he gently stroked your cheek as if you were about to disappear

"Please I- I'll put on some bandages but please not the hospital" you begged as you felt the tears you held slowly falling from your eyes

Pablo sighed as he picked you up, watching carefully where he put his hands to not hurt you and went to the bathroom.

He put a long towel on the floor before putting you down, grabbing the aid kit.

"I swear I'm doing it because I love you and I don't want to force you to go to a place that traumatized you but I'm not proud of it" he said as he disinfected your cuts

"I'm sorry" you mumbled before moaning in pain as it burnt

"Could you explain what happened por favor cariña?" he was banding your cuts after he made sure it was well disinfected

"I was just doing dinner and I wanted to change for our movie night and there was the step that was cracked but I didn't pay attention." you stopped realizing how dumb it was "and when I went downstairs it broke with me on it" you finished as he banded the last cut which was on your thigh

Pablo sighed as he helped you get up.

You had some difficulties but managed to stand up, he put his arm around your waist, helping you silently walk to the couch.

You both laid down, you on the left and him on the right, thinking he was angry, you didn't move to cuddle next to him.

Or maybe it was the pain that prevented you, God knows.

He must felt the tension since he immediately put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed your head.

"I'm not mad at you, y/n, I'm just worried." he said, hugging you tightly

"I'm sorry" was all you managed to say as you put your hand on his chest

"Don't apologize hermosa it wasn't your fault" he stroked your back while turning on the tv, putting some random movies

"I know but I made you worried" you tried to hide your face in his chest but he grabbed your jaw with his smooth fingers and forced you to look at him

"It's fine, at least you're okay now" he whispered before pressing his lips against yours in a delicate kiss

His thumb slowly stroking your cheek, he broke the kiss with a little smile as you did the same.

"But the stairs though" you looked back but he put his hand on the back of your head, forcing you to lay on his chest

"Don't worry about it, it'll be changed tomorrow mi amor" you smiled at the name he called you and slowly closed your eyes, falling asleep on your boyfriend's chest

After noticing that you were sleeping, he pulled out his phone and took a picture of you before posting it on his instagram, a smile on his face.

"Que suerte dormirme y despertar contigo a mi lado, te amo Y/n 💕" (How lucky I am to fall asleep and wake up next to you, I love you Bella)

He wasn't mad at you, he loved his girlfriend and nothing could change that.

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"Don't mention it." Dio smiles and allows for his knuckles to receive the gentle kisses before switching the hold and bringing Jason's hand close to himself to be able to press a kiss to his palm. "I was owing you one anyways, for that time you rescued me from the building on fire and for all the tips on good places to eat."

Of course, nothing of that is the reason he offered his aid to Jason, he truly cares for the man and understands his position, but it makes for an easy cover and a way to lighten up the mood. "I didn't forget my red angel that offered to go on his knees for a dinner out." To that he chuckles and smiles, then kisses his palm one more time and lowers the hand. "I'll get you something to wear and get the food going. So you just focus on cleaning up and relaxing a little."

It's not that Dio doesn't want to stay and help, but that he prioritozes the man's comfort over his own need to be sure that Jason is alright, and the blond knows if he was in the other man's shoes, he'd want to be left alone for a few moments to organize his own mind... plus, he has a little something to think about, since he's technically associated with people who aren't that big on supporting Gotham's vigilantes — either way, he's not giving Red Hood up to anyone, be it the police, any security company, or even his own bosses. His loyalty to his friends and family has always come first, it won't change now.

With that in mind, Dio brings a large robe and pajama set back to the bathroom, both made of soft and light materials so to not upset his damaged skin. "Your clothes are on the counter." He warns while walking in with his back turned to the shower, and keeps it turned while stepping out again.

And just like that, Dio directs all of his attention to first cleaning the drops of blood Jason left behind when they crossed the living room to the bathroom, then to getting some food ready for him. Nothing too fancy, just some left-over meatballs, tomato sauce and pasta, filling, but not so much that can upset his stomach, and he tries to be mindful of his taste by keeping all three parts of the dish in separated containers, so Jason can choose how much and what to eat on his own.

A brow is cocked upon hearing the last of those words and Dio stops picking the small pieces of glass from the wound with his tweezers and dropping them in the bucket he pulled with his foot to be by his side, then he looks up and back to where his height is hitting at the moment.

"I'm too close to your waistline for you to be playing this kind of game, Jason." He warns and for the sake of effect, brings his lips to the space right under Jason's navel to leave the ghost of the touch of those pink and plump folds there and slightly up when he moves them over and exhale the hot air of his lungs. "... and I'm not above using of foreplay and sex to tire a man so he stays down." He pulls back and returns to the task at hand.

Little by little the shards are fully removed and Dio cleans up the whole space with what he has at hand before taking out the needle and line to stitch the skin back together.

"I'll get you some painkillers, aspirine and food while you clean up, okay?" The threat from before was just that, a playful flirt, nothing Dio feels like following through unless Jason himself showed interest, and he prefers to not assume he's fine with doing anything while being hurt... and he's also prioritizing Jason's comfort level by assuming he isn't comfortable with being seen naked. "Will you stay the night?"

[nanivinsmoke]

Avdol angst, apart of the Seven Deadly Sins Series. Spoilers ahead

Also I tried my best to create a storyline based around envy.

Envy | Muhammad Avdol x AFAB! Reader

Envy: Jealousy Towards Another’s Happiness

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Chills.

They ran up your spine, as you stared at the decapitated limbs that sat on the tiled floors not too far away from you. ‘A-Avdol?’ The Frenchman that stood beside you began, wondering where the hell he went; also looking at the brown limbs in front of you both.

It can’t be.

Please.

‘AVDOL?!’

You jumped up from your mattress, covered in sweat; waking up from your repeated nightmare. The same nightmare you’ve been having for the past couple of months. Your boyfriend’s death completely effected you, it changed who you are. The journey to Egypt to defeat Dio Brando, was not for the weak. The crusaders were tested every step of the way, and this one tested your heart; causing you to fail. You couldn’t forget that day no matter what. His blood soiling your clothes as you held his fallen arms in yours; screaming until your vocal cords gave out. You will never forget that.

The loss of your other two comrades added on to your depression, you felt like the ‘god’ was torturing you for his own amusement. After Dio was defeated, the last of the crusaders parted ways, never seeing each other again. The only one that reached out to you from time to time was Polnareff. He understood your grief, and would console you the best he could. He reached out to you earlier this week; telling you he would be in town for a bit and wanted to meet up with you. Although you weren’t in the mood for any social interactions, you didn’t want to turn away the one person who cared about you.

As you walked down the busy streets of Egypt; random civilians began to cry out in fear as the unexpected began to happen to them.

‘Why are these swarm of bees coming after me?’

‘Where the fuck did these nails come from?!’

‘Mommy! Help me!’

‘Cut it out Y/N. Leave these innocent people alone’ Polnareff’s voice rang into you ears, nudging you to call your stand off. Your stand was based around luck and your emotions; and right now everyone but you and Jean were receiving tons of bad luck. You rolled your eyes and called off your stand, ‘Whatever’. Polnareff let out a loud groan and pulled you aside into a nearby alleyway; away from the pedestrians.

‘I don’t have time for a lecture, Pol’

‘I don’t give a damn, you’re going to listen to me!’ He shut you up with quickness; he needed to get everything off his chest. ‘Look, I know you’re upset that Avdol died. Hell I am too! I know you want to avenge his death, but the person who killed him is gone. Don’t get me wrong, You have the right to be angry, you have the right to be unhappy, you have the right to cry. But, you don’t have the right to harm innocent people that have nothing to do with him dying.’

You couldn’t look the French man in his eyes, you knew he was right. But, you were pissed. You weren’t just mad at Vanilla Ice, you were mad at the world. You were mad the being that ruled over heaven for taking away the man you loved more than yourself.

‘Polnareff…I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep living; I can’t living when he’s not here with me!’ His blue eyes widened, he couldn’t believe what you said. He’d never thought you would say that, let alone think that. He grabbed you by your shirt’s collar; making you look at him; this was the first time he’d been aggressive with you; let alone a woman.

‘Dammit Y/N! I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. I get it, you’re mad at the world, but imagine how he’d feel if he had ever heard you say you don’t want to live anymore? You can’t think like that Y/N, I’ve been there before and I felt soulless. I don’t want you feeling like that, so do you ever say that again. You got me?’ His voice was stern and his blue irises searched yours for emotion. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision of the man in front of you. ‘Mhm’ You agreed, unable to speak due to the huge lump in your throat; before you couldn’t take it anymore and began to sob into Polnareff’s chiseled chest.

He rubbed your back as you dampened his shirt with your tears, as you were finally able to let your emotions out. ‘W-why does everyone get to be happy but me Pol? Why do they get the happy ending, but we’re stuck with three dead friends; while those two are living their best lives?’

Jotaro and Joseph Joestar hadn’t reached out either of you. You wouldn’t thought Joseph would’ve, since he was just as close to Avdol as you were with him. But, It’s like after they saved Holly from Dio’s reign, they forgot all about their friends they made on their long journey to defeat them. She wasn’t as upset with them as she was with then being that ruled over life itself, she was jealous that they got the good end of the stick. Polnareff couldn’t answer, he had also felt the same way. He kept tabs on them both and found out that Jotaro finished highschool and was on his way to college. And Joseph began to see his daughter more and more.

‘I loved him Pol….’

‘I know.’