#then I tried mentioning that one thing where you go like {write fight scene here} and come back and replace it later

[xxchumanixx]

heyy can you do a tim bradford x fem reader where she is like his girlfriend or even fiancé and she gets arrested because she got in a physical fight with some other woman and when tim saw her handcuffed and brought into the station he told the officer who brought her in something like “i will handle it from here” or something like that. hope that makes sense

Double the ring

Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Warnings/Tags: language, fluff, mentions of violence (only if you squint real hard)

Word count: 776

Authors Note: Hey love, thanks for the request! I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!

"You're fucking kidding me..." Tim mumbled as he saw you - handcuffed, a bruise on your cheek.

An officer brought you in, walking you to the cells. Tim followed, jogging to catch up with you.

You heard him, before you saw him. "Y/N!" he called after you, worry lacing his voice though he tried to hide it, as the officer told you to sit down on a bench.

You did as you were told, looking up at your fiancé, who stopped right in front of you, as the other officer cuffed one hand to the bench.

Shaking his head slightly Tim looked at the other officer. "I'll handle it from here." he told her, to which she nodded, before she left.

When she was out of sight he crouched down, carefully inspecting the bruise on your face. "What the hell happened?" he wanted to know, brows furrowed.

You weren't one to do something criminal or even illegal - hell you apologized when someone knocked you over - so he couldn't place what caused you to end up being arrested.

"When I was at the mall there was a woman who wanted to have the shoes I just bought - high heels. She tried to rip them from my hands, as one of them slipped and hit her straight in the face. She thought I attacked her, so she hit me - thus the bruise. Someone called the cops, she's at the hospital right now - caused a scene that she could have internal bleeding - from a hit in her face!"

Sighing, he tried to stifle a laugh, causing you to roll your eyes, as you slightly pushed him. Trying to keep his balance he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Did you just attack a police officer?" he wanted to know, chin held high. Rolling your eyes again you smiled. "Am I double arrested now?"

He huffed, shaking his head at your antics.

"I need you to take off your shoes, socks and jewelry." he explained. Wiggling your fingers in front of him you grinned. "You mean this one?"

Your engagement ring glittered in the ceiling light, causing him to smile proudly, as his eyes fixed on it.

"Nah, keep it on there." he told you, pointing at your other hand, that was cuffed to the bench. "Look, now you have two rings."

Huffing, you shook your head. "Yeah, double the ring, double the luck."

Chuckling to himself he took your things, before doing the necessary paperwork.

"How long am I going to be in here?" you wanted to know, sighing. Your day couldn't have gotten any worse.

He snorted, cocking a brow at your words.

"My fiancé isn't going into a cell." he declared, shaking his head as he scribbled something down. "They have the report, your statement and evidence. There is nothing that should have even led to you being arrested. You're going home."

You looked at him in utter confusion, hoping he didn't do anything stupid like messing with the papers.

Then he gave you your belongings back, nodding to himself, as you slipped back into your socks and shoes. "I'm going to have a chat with that officer." he told you, biting his cheek. "No one falsely arrests my fiancé and gets away with it."

Eyes widening you looked at him in shock.

"Tim, no!" you stopped him, before he could have get that officer fired. "It's okay - she just did her job."

Staring at you he tilted his head. "Then she did it poorly." he argumented, looking at you like you were out of your mind. "She shouldn't have arrested you, no matter if you're my fiancé or not. I'm gonna talk to her."

Rolling your eyes you tugged at the handcuff still on your wrist. Mumbling something to himself he freed you, helping you stand up.

"Listen, baby, I know that you're angry at her, but please try and be gentle - don't get her fired immediately." you tried to reason, looking up at him, though he didn't meet your eyes.

"Timothy Brad-" He cut you off, eyes widening as he finally looked at you. "Okay, okay!"

Chuckling, you shook your head. He hated it when you called him by his full name.

"I'll try." he assured you, before putting his hand on your lower back, directing you back to the lobby. "And next time someone wants to arrest you, call me."

Cocking a brow you looked up at him, when you halted in the lobby. "There'll be no next time." Huffing he shook his head, a smile on his lips, before he kissed you.

"Never say never, baby."

[crimsoncandy04]

(cutely nudges my new fic towards you as I play with my hair shyly)

I wanted to try writing some angst Tumblr Kun... I-I hope you like it!

(It's with Wanderer again. Because I'm literally just a fan girl 🥺)

(also reader gets pregnant again because I didn't have any ideas at the time of starting this)

Your hands shake as you fight the urge to sob. Both of your friends from the akademiya, Layla and Faruzan, are sitting across from you at the cafe with their eyes wide. You continue on with what you were trying to explain.

"so yeah. It's Hat Guy's baby...I don't know how I could tell him. Or if I even should. You know how he's... well...?" You look at Faruzan for support who just shakes her head as she crosses her arms.

"Kids these days!" *She grumbles*

"Never thinking logically and just acting carelessly!"

Layla tries to speak up.

"Madam Faruzan, don't you think you're being a little...?"

"A little WHAT? I'm not insulting her. I'm just trying to get her to understand the gravity of the situation!"

Faruzan gets up and takes your wrist. Pulling you along behind her as Layla tries to keep up. Faru sets off at a furious pace, yet she keeps going on.

"It's not just you who's affected by your decision! Now I'm not saying a woman in this era couldn't handle something like this on her own, but as long as you're one of MY students you'll do the right thing and at least TRY to get the help of the father so you can keep working towards your own future goals too! I don't want to see you leave the akademiya for something as ordinary as parenting when you've proven time and time again that you have extraordinary potential!"

She lets go of your wrist once you three reach the akademiya and pushes you lightly in the direction of one of the side doors.

"I know you're worried about how he'll react but you need someone to help you with this kid otherwise your scores will plummet and I'll lose my best student! Now go." Faruzan and Layla watched as you took a deep breath then left to go up towards the sanctuary of suristhana. Wanderer had briefly mentioned that he would be seeing Nahida today for personal issues he needed help resolving and so you were planning on catching him as he left. He might have been able to move faster than humans could blink but he still had to use the doors and as long as you timed it right, you could catch your favorite antisocial fling before he fled the scene. Lest he be subjected to possible social interactions with anyone aside from his usual preferred 4 or 5 individuals.

It took a few hours but sure enough you heard the doors open. Quickly leaping down from the place above them where you had been lurking, you land in front of Wanderer who immediately scoffs at you and crosses his arms.

"Above the door? I've seen better. If you're trying to scare me don't bother. I know when someone is an actual threat and you won't get the reaction you're seeking from me."

You feel yourself getting nauseous suddenly. Archons why were you so painfully nervous about this.

How should you tell him about your...baby?

Wanderer rolls his eyes and pushes past you.

"look I don't know why you're here. But if it doesn't concern me then I'll be on my way."

You don't think as you panic and blurt out the truth.

"WandererImpregnantwithyourbabyandididntknowhowelsetotellyousoicameheretotryandtellyoubeforeyouleftthecityagain!" You're left panting a little as you spew everything out at once. Your heart racing in your chest as you hope he believes you.

"Umm is this some kind of joke? Pregnant? Impossible. I'm not human. Is this you trying to get attention or something?"

Wanderer had whirled around to glare daggers at you now as his voice turned almost venomous.

"Don't lie to me. If you want something, just say it. I don't appreciate games like these."

You suddenly felt your throat tighten a little.

Oh please don't start crying now.

"No please listen to me! I'm not lying! I know two months isn't that long but recently I started feeling unwell so I went to the doctor and after some tests they told me I was pregnant. It's real. I even brought the results here jus-" I pull out the small folded paper from my dress pocket and Wanderer snatches it from me rudely. Quickly unfolding it and scanning it with his eyes. An irritated expression on his face.

"All this says is that you're pregnant. It doesn't say it's mine. How do I know this isn't just a way for you to try and pawn someone else's brat on me?"

His words felt like blades. Brutally wounding your very character.

Was he seriously suggesting that you were some kind of deadbeat slut who manipulated men for their finances? Who...baby trapped people!?

You could feel your sorrow turn burning hot as you silently seethed over the insinuated accusation.

"I know it's yours because I haven't slept with anyone else in several years."

"yeah right. How in the world am I supposed to believe that me, an artificial being, is suddenly somehow capable of creating life? It's absolutely preposterous and I refuse to be a part of whatever sick prank this is!" Wanderer turned and proceeded to try and leave but you desperately chased after him. You grabbed his arm and pleaded with him to trust you.

He immediately shook you off and kept going. His final words to you being

"I'll believe you if you somehow manage to find solid proof of your story. Otherwise I think it's best that you keep your distance from me for now."

"But Wanderer pl-"

"Save it. Don't humiliate yourself any further by continuing this nonsense."

You wanted to say more as you watched him quickly use his vision then to take to the skies and leave you behind in your tears and frustration.

How could he?

You quickly hurried away from the sanctuary then and back into the akademiya where Faruzan and Layla immediately rushed over and began to ask what happened when they saw your pained expression and watery eyes.

"He didn't believe me. In fact he kept insisting that I was trying to be deceptive and even insinuated that my child isn't his...I don't know what to do. Right now I just want to go home."

Layla was looking increasingly distressed as she watched you hug Faruzan and sob bitterly into her arms.

"Perhaps there's some way we could convince him? Y/N did you remember to show him the letter the doctor gave you?" Layla wondered anxiously. Her eyes showing just how tired this was all making her yet despite it all, she remained supportive of you as your friend.

You nodded.

"yeah he even read it. He said it didn't say it was HIS baby and he won't believe me unless I have concrete proof that it is. I don't know what to do now. I don't want to be a single mother but it appears that I have no choice. I don't... have enough mora for the other option right now..."

Faruzan suddenly took your hand at those words and began to yank you back towards the sanctuary.

"hey where are we going? He's not there anymore and even if he was, I really don't want to see him like this. The last thing I want right now is for him to know he got to me."

"We're not looking for that good for nothing! I've seen him come and go many times from the archon's home up here. If she knows him then perhaps she could talk some sense into him and make him at least listen to us before insulting you again!"

Your eyes widen.

"Wait Faru no! I don't want to get Lord Kusunali involved in such a petty squabble like this! It's almost inappropriate! I'm sure if I just give Wanderer a little time-"

"There is no time! You're almost done with your first trimester now and soon you'll be too tired for a confrontation and then he'll-"

You're all three stopped suddenly as a small voice cuts Faruzan off. You all freeze as you notice the tiny archoness standing before you all in front of the sanctuary.

She crosses her arms.

"it seems many of my people are experiencing conflicts suddenly. This is the second disagreement I've heard today, mind telling me what's going on? I hate seeing you all bicker like this. I may not understand everything that's upsetting you, but i will try my best to!"

The dendro archoness smiled sweetly at you all as she walked over and singled you out in particular.

"Like an abundant river overflowing onto a grassy bank, tears are often a way for people to express the bigger emotions that otherwise would go unsaid. It appears that much has overwhelmed you in particular today. Would you feel comfortable telling me what has upset you like this?" The little pale goddess stands before you and takes your hand as you struggle to even open your mouth. You kneel down in front of her.

She closes her eyes and for a few seconds is utterly silent. Then she suddenly looks at you with the most genuine expression of concern and also understanding.

"It seems you caught my helper on a bad day. This outburst is almost unlike him. At least regarding a topic like this. While I can't undo the harshness of his words and what bitter feelings they may have planted in your mind, I can promise you that I will try to speak to him about how he handled the news of your situation and encourage him to try and see things from your perspective."

You nodded your head and continued to stay silent as you felt a little relief in knowing that you had in fact nothing to be ashamed of regarding your angry tears towards Wanderer and his reaction.

You slowly rose to your feet after that and waited for Faruzan to finish talking with the archon next.

"I'm grateful for your help archon but please understand that that BULLY learning to acknowledge that others have feelings too isn't exactly going to help my student here when she's tired and struggling to balance two lives at once! He needs to take some responsibility here and help Y/N with their child so she doesn't have to sacrifice her ENTIRE life just to keep HIS offspring fed! That's hardly fair when he also is the reason this kid exists just as much as my friend here!"

Faruzan looked beyond pissed but was clearly trying to stay as respectful as she could. Layla could sense the tension now and was looking quite uncomfortable as she fidgeted nervously beside you.

Lord Kusunali seemed to be unbothered by Faruzan's anger and just responded normally.

"I understand your concerns. But I know the type of individual my helper is. Forcing him to be a part of Y/N's life when he isn't sure what he wants from this situation will only cause him to respond with more hostility and aggression. And in her condition, Y/N is in no place to endure such a person regardless of their connection with her and her baby." She explained.

Faruzan looked like she was going to burst a vessel as she immediately spat back.

"What about Y/N? When does SHE get a fair chance to decide what she wants from any of this? Time won't stop while that deadbeat struggles to comprehend the fact that he was a descendant! And if my friend has to endure this while being unprepared then so should he!"

Faruzan and Lord Kusunali went back and forth meanwhile Layla began to panic and even hyperventilated a little as she appeared to be on the verge of some kind of breakdown. Finally she seemed to snap but instead of spiraling out of control in some way, she grew oddly calm and collected as she went over and placed a gentle hand on Faruzan's shoulder.

"This stress isn't good for you Madam Faruzan. Let alone Y/N. Let's take a few minutes and think about what we can do here. Firstly, it seems that regardless if our archon agrees with you or not, that man is not going to be easily found. He often disappears for long periods of time from what I've heard from others in the past. This is very like him. Secondly, Y/N just needs help until her baby is old enough to attend their own classes at the akademiya and she can finally have some free time at the beginning of the day. I think as her friends, that helping her ourselves during this time will mean the world to her and even show her that she isn't alone in this." Layla spoke in a very soothing tone. Her demeanor is almost like another woman entirely. It bothers you only for a few seconds though as you realize she's trying to help you.

Faruzan goes quiet as if contemplating something then sighs as she apologizes to the archon and gives Layla a small nod.

"You're right. I suppose I did overreact a little there. But I'm just concerned about Y/N! I'll gladly help you and her as much as I can but I still can't allow that jerk to just wander free while our friend is forced to take full responsibility for a child she certainly didn't make herself!"

Faruzan waved goodbye to the archon as she motioned for me to follow her and Layla back down to the akademiya again for now.

"What if I told you I have an idea of how we could prove that Hat Guy is the father?" Layla mentioned as you three went to congregate in the library for more privacy.

You sat at a large table between your friends pretending to read so no one bothered you all as you listened to Layla's plan.

"It's going to take a bit of time to save up enough mora. But if we can pay for it, a paternity test is very much needed here to show Hat Guy that Y/N is being truthful here."

"And just how are we going to be able to get his DNA for that?"

"Easy, tomorrow we inform the archon of our idea. Then we ask her to tell him what we need. It's not like we're doing anything bad, once we explain to the archon that this test will show us if he's the genetic father or not, I'm sure Hat Guy won't mind doing it. He doesn't want this to be happening about as much as any of us do. He won't say no." Layla assured.

Faruzan didn't look convinced but seemed just as exhausted by then as you felt and agreed for the sake of agreeing.

After that you all made plans for how this new arrangement was going to work.

It would be a few years before any child of yours was old enough to attend school and until then both Layla and Faruzan had promised to support you and help you where Wanderer couldn't.

You really didn't want to see him any time soon after he insulted you and called you a liar so in short you took up the offer to stay with Faruzan and Layla at her house until you could find more time to learn to balance work, school, and being a mother.

After that you went back to your small and crappy home to say one last goodbye as you and Faruzan went to gather your things and move you in with her.

You never really liked your place. It was all that was left by the time you arrived in Sumeru for school and so you couldn't afford to be picky and bought it. Maybe in the future, when you were able to hire someone and your child was older, you could move back here and perhaps renovate it and make it better. But for now you were happy to be living in the rather nice home of your friend.

The next day arrived faster than you expected and despite wanting to go with Faruzan and Layla to see the archon again and tell her about what you planned to do to resolve this situation, you felt more tired than usual today and opted to stay back instead and rest. Layla offered to stay with you and at first you refused but Faruzan said it would be better since she wanted to personally apologize in a more heartfelt way for getting upset with Lord Kusunali yesterday. And so she went alone while you and Layla remained at home both taking well deserved naps.

***TIME SKIP***

It took a few days for Wanderer to finally make an appearance and a few more days before he finally gave word to Lord Kusunali that whenever you all needed him, he'd allow you to collect a DNA sample from him.

By the time you were able to get everything together and mailed off, you were finally into the beginning stages of your second trimester and were starting to show a little at last.

Most of your clothes were getting uncomfortable at that point so you went out and bought some comfy sundresses and flowy clothes instead. After all, you would be outdoors in the future chasing after a small child, you would need the leg room to hurry after them. And stuff like this just looked cute regardless so you could wear them in public too!

Everything seemed to be going okay until you ran into the last person you wanted to see while out shopping, Wanderer.

He stared at you with a dismissive look in his eyes as he stood across the street helping Traveler of all people with what appeared to be some kind of errand.

You quickly tried to hurry away but Aether spotted you and immediately rushed over to say hi.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long! Are you doing okay?" He wondered as he pulled you into a big hug and then smiled kindly at you as he set you back down and took notice of your appearance.

"oh wow you look so pretty in this gown! You should consider bright colors more often in the future. They compliment you so well!" You couldn't help but notice a small hint of color on your friend's face as he quickly looked you over and tried to hide it.

How cute. He still had a crush didn't he? As awkward as it felt you did feel a little flattered by the attention since you hadn't been feeling as hot lately due to gaining more weight and sleeping more.

"Yeah it's new. I bought a few more in other colors too but I liked this one the most and wanted to wear it out today. So you really like it?" You asked. Trying to ignore the withering look Wanderer was shooting at you from behind Aether.

The hell was his problem suddenly?

Aether quickly nodded.

"yes a lot actually. You just look really good in it. Any reason for the sudden wardrobe change though? It's unlike you to wear stuff like this." He suddenly asked as he seemed to finally set his large golden eyes on the small swell of your belly.

"oh my...Y/N are you?" Aether's expression suddenly became stunned but he reached out to touch your belly anyway.

You allowed this as you desperately try to explain but keep things vague.

"yes. I'm pregnant. Not extremely far along yet but I'm about 4 months now. I'm kinda fat so that's why I'm clothes shopping today."

"Who's the father?"

The forbidden question at long last. You could practically feel Wanderer mentally daring you to say his name.

You didn't want to see him today nor give him the satisfaction of seeing you be so negatively affected by his presence like this. But you also didn't wanna make Aether feel like his friend was in the wrong here. And so you just lied.

"He left Sumeru. I actually don't like talking about it. It's a wound that will probably never truly heal but I'm managing alright on my own thanks to Faruzan and Layla's help."

"You're staying with friends? Well that's good. I'd hate to hear that you're all alone like this. So at least you have them right?" Aether asked cheerfully. Clearly noticing that the vibe was weird between the two people around him but choosing to ignore it for now.

"definitely. In fact I'll be living in the same house as them for convenience. Probably until my child is at least 5 or 6 and they can go to school during the day and give me time to pick up my life again after that."

"So you have a plan already? Wow you're so good at this Y/N. Who knew you'd turn out to be such a great mom?" Aether complimented as you saw Wanderer let out a frustrated huff and cross his arms impatiently.

Aether took the hint.

"Well sorry Y/N, we should get going now. We have to deliver some stuff to this old man outside the city. I'll try to see you later though. Get back safe please!" He called out as he hurried away. Wanderer gave you a strange look you've never seen on him before but ultimately he just brushed you off again as he followed after Aether.

You just went back home after that.

Faruzan was extremely upset over the fact that Wanderer was apparently giving you dirty looks in public and trying to run your friend off like you were some terrible woman. She said it was cruel to be acting this way toward you when you hadn't been proven guilty of doing anything deserving of it.

You just told her to forget about it. Because at this point you didn't even really see him the same and even after you were proven to be an honest woman when the results came in.

You really didn't want him around.

***Time Skip***

It took almost 6 weeks before the results of the paternity test arrived in the mail. By then you were just about six months pregnant and unable to stand for long most days. So naturally you just told Faruzan to wait until she met up with Wanderer and Lord Kusunali before opening the letter lest Wanderer claim they were forged or something else awful.

You would be staying with Layla again until Faruzan got back later with the news.

Honestly you just wanted to sleep. This entire thing with Wanderer had kept you worried for so long. Mostly because you didn't want him to really be around you much afterwards.

He wasn't the same person you had had spontaneous and passionate flings with anymore. This Wanderer was really cruel to you and often unfair.

It was a side of him that you really didn't want to have to live with or even be around. In fact you almost dreaded him knowing the truth now.

Would he want to be close to you again?

You didn't really want someone who thought so lowly of you to touch you if you were honest with yourself.

You didn't want to have to be in the same room with him constantly complaining or snapping at you while you were meant to be bonding with your baby.

You were a little excited about being a mother these days too. You had picked out a name and even sang to your unborn now and then before you fell asleep so they would sleep too.

They liked your voice it seemed.

And the idea of growing a tiny person inside of your tummy had finally seemed a little less scary to you as you reminded yourself that you, in the end, were just as much a part of the tiny infant inside as the other person you slept with was.

You went to lay down in your bed and relax for a bit like usual. Expecting sleep to hit eventually like it usually did when you were too worried to do much else.

However this time

Peace never came

Instead after a few minutes of trying to steady your breathing and find a comfortable position to lie down in, suddenly out of nowhere

A sharp stabbing pain was felt in your lower back. It felt like a jolt of fire. One that quickly dulled yet came back again within the hour slightly worse.

You tried to get up to go get some pain medicine yet as you stood up the pain seemed to surge through you and radiate throughout your entire lower abdomen like period cramps that had come straight from the fucking abyss and were attempting to kill you.

Oh no

No no no

Please no

You barely had time to collapse to your knees on the ground before more pain came.

"LAYLA!!!" You shriek at the top of your lungs as you swear you feel something wet between your legs.

You hear footsteps racing towards your bedroom before a terrified looking Layla hurries in and freezes up as she sees you kneeling on the floor in a puddle of your own fluids. Your water had broken WAY earlier and faster than expected.

And Layla didn't know what to do.

"What happened!? Oh my! Should I get a doctor? No! A towel? I don't know what I shou-" Layla seemed to suddenly stumble in front of you. She caught the doorframe halfway through her near collapse and within seconds you seemed to be looking into the eyes of that other version of Layla that you had glimpsed a few months ago.

She immediately went over and grabbed the blanket from your bed and wrapped it around your shoulders as she helped you to your feet and told you to try and walk for as long as you could.

You were going to a hospital.

***Time Skip***

You disassociated as Layla hurried you along the back streets of Sumeru City to the closest medical clinic. Immediately upon seeing you in your state, several nurses rushed over and helped you into one of the beds before setting to work.

It took many hours.

But eventually after being given some medicine and a midwife who seemed to have experience in premature deliveries, you were able to give birth to a tiny baby boy. You weren't given an opportunity to hold him as he was immediately taken somewhere else to be given support as he was barely able to cry on his own and seemed so terribly small and fragile.

Too fragile.

That was what the issue was.

You were cleaned up and given time to rest as you heard a doctor explaining to Layla close by that you would survive and premature deliveries induced by stress were not uncommon but terribly unfortunate. Comforting words for everyone else.

But not for you.

You had terrible nightmares about your son not making it. His poor little heart just not being strong enough to withstand the horrible world around him and giving up before it even truly started.

It was unfair.

Everything about this pregnancy was unfair.

But eventually as you would awaken later, you would be greeted with news that you had expected.

But still tore you apart inside nonetheless.

The doctor from before would greet you upon awakening from your painful slumber. His face grim as the words left his lips.

Your son couldn't make it.

You couldn't hear anything after that.

A loud ringing filled your ears and didn't stop no matter what you did or said.

Only one thought remained in your mind.

You didn't even get to hold him.

***Time Skip***

Two weeks went by after that.

You learned a lot of things then.

Faruzan had informed Wanderer of the positive test results.

He had said nothing at first upon realizing his mistake and just kinda left the sanctuary to be by himself for a while presumably.

Faruzan and Lord Kusunali had learned of your premature delivery when the dendro archoness had been summoned in a hurry to try and help a newborn who had apparently been birthed under stressful/sudden circumstances and was suffering from a weakened and underdeveloped heart.

Lord Kusunali had been present as your son was regrettably pronounced dead within the hour.

No one had heard from Wanderer since it was revealed without a doubt that he had been the father.

Faruzan doubted he even cared that it had passed.

Or that you were clearly mentally unwell after the incident.

Everyone who entered your room said the same thing.

You would just stare at the ceiling and say nothing.

All day.

Everyday.

It took someone else interfering to keep you bathed and fed. Because as far as anyone else could tell, you had just given up on everything and resigned to your bed for the foreseeable future.

In fact you hardly even remember ever moving from your hospital bed to your own bed back at the house. It just seemed to happen and one day you noticed.

You remember Wanderer visiting you at some point too. But you couldn't find the energy to say anything to him. Your mouth wouldn't move to form the words no matter how many times he seemed to return and try to coax you into some food or a conversation with him.

He would end up just sitting there in the room with you. Saying nothing for hours until Faruzan usually kicked him out finally.

You felt trapped in your own body. Unable to move or speak. You simply... couldn't find a reason why.

So you didn't.

Eventually it started feeling like you had forgotten how entirely.

Life seemed repetitive and pointless.

And it didn't help that sometimes when you were completely alone, you could hear what sounded like a baby's laughter coming from somewhere around you where you couldn't see.

You often wondered if it was your baby.

Was he happy now?

Did he miss his momma's voice?

You would sing to him again if you could. But you didn't know where he was.

Maybe he was with your grandmother and grandfather somewhere.

Was that why he sounded so happy?

Were they watching over him for you?

Keeping him safe and telling him how much you still loved him?

You didn't even realize you were walking on your own feet again at first. You just felt the floor beneath them as you got up from your bed and wandered away from the window.

***Time Break***

(Wanderer's POV)

He hated himself.

He knew without a doubt as he had watched the life vanish from your eyes that day that it had been entirely all HIS fault all of this happened.

He just couldn't believe it at first.

And he reacted in a way that he would live to regret every day afterwards.

But there was nothing he could do.

What was done could never be undone now.

And Wanderer had experience when accepting truths like this.

Because in a way he had killed you that day too.

Months came and went.

He tried every damn day to visit you once you were home.

He would spend the rest of your lives trying to atone for what he had done. Yet he knew nothing would fix it.

Nothing would fix...you.

Wanderer would try to make small meals he remembered that you enjoyed and bring them to you.

He'd keep your space clean for you and even try to talk to you daily.

But you never answered him.

No.

The woman who sat before him was truly just a ghost of the girl he once fell for. The same girl who he had done wrong by again and again and again.

All because HE was an unworthy and vile being who never deserved such affection. Because HE had failed to handle such a gift from possibly fate itself with care.

And of course.

It had all been taken from him.

It was all he could do to stay by your side at that point and mourn the idea of what he could have had.

A family of his own.

A sweet and caring partner who trusted him.

A son.

His son.

Who he had denied every chance he got.

He truly was such a foolish being.

He deserved this fate.

And much more.

He'd never deny this.

In fact the day Wanderer came over one day to find you upon the floor. Laying colder than the wood beneath your discarded body, he was deeply hurt by this discovery.

But he knew this was the punishment he deserved.

You had taken your life because he had made this one unworth living for you.

He deserved to hold your icy corpse in his arms as a reminder of his transgressions.

At least now you were somewhere smiling again.

Because surely a gentle spirit like you, had a beautiful afterlife awaiting her.

He wouldn't ruin that for you too.

Which is why despite what he truly wanted the day he watched you be put into the earth from afar, he vowed to stay alive for as long as possible.

He would willingly carry this sin on his shoulders along with the many others before it as a permanent reminder

That he would never be human.

And he DIDN'T deserve to be.

[n3ptoonz]

Part 2 of MK1 men pushing the reader to a wall while kissing them, please? 😊

i mean i GUESS i can do that 🤭 since you asked so nicely! part one here

how liu kang, reiko, sub-zero, havik, johnny cage, scorpion, and geras go about pushing reader to the wall while kissing them

just know it may not show the long pauses i took while writing this but know IT HAPPENED!! THE THINGS I DO FOR YALL🫵🏾don't say i never did none😫

havik's regeneration mentioned. i've also been told havik looks like that on purpose so like, let's act like he can make his face go back to where it was for the sake of shits, giggles, and pandering XD

tags: @luna18night20 @momopad

warnings: suggestive, fluff elements, indigo tried her best, there will not be a part 3 im sorry y'all 💔 BUT shao and kenshi are here

Liu Kang

Liu Kang was rarely ever rough with you. In fact, the only way he'd do it is if you either verbally say it's fine, or if he knows you're poking the bear just to get a reaction. And when you get a reaction...there's no going back. You've kissed with your back to the wall several times, and every time was gentle and loving and laced with care. However, if you've presented that you were that desperate for him to give you the attention you deserve, he will gladly be a little rougher in pushing you back with his lips on yours. Just be prepared for him to leave some handprints on your waist.

Reiko

Reiko is a warrior. Hardened by battle and discipline, so the way he kisses you usually starts off that way. He can't help it. Not only is it the way he was raised and what he was told a man is "supposed to be", but it also came with how his partners were to be treated. When it came to you his sense of duty and protection spiked every single time. So here you were, well within his unintentional bear hug as your back was against the wall. His kisses always started off like he was going away to war/fight (because he usually was) but he would eventually melt and become smoother because you're by his side.

Sub-Zero

Bi-Han, a truly complex character. I believe that whoever captures his heart will be the main obsession in his life. In this case, it is you. He constantly needs to be on you, around you, see you, hear you, you name it. He can't get enough of your lips and this is especially apparent the way he's almost always pushing you to the wall while kissing you. Can we blame him? He's a tall hunk of touch-starved and the only thing that will satiate that hunger is roughly making out with you every chance he gets all while still knowing how to treat you like a porcelain antique.

Havik

Havik...this guy. Even though I'm pretty sure it's not canon I still feel like he'd regenerate and degenerate for fun and for different purposes/occasions. For the sake of my sanity I can say I found him fine as hell before his face got fucked up, and so did you. But you don't mind him either way because you love his crazy ass. Allow me to set the scene: You say something snappy to get his attention and boom...he regenerates his facial wounds just to back you against the wall and shut you up with pure smugness and arrogance behind his kiss. But, this is what you wanted, nonetheless. And you'd do it again!

Johnny Cage

Who's to say Johnny Cage wouldn't try to get you in one of his films just so he could keep getting takes of him backing you to a wall and kissing you? For Elder God's sakes, he's the one who wrote the script! And of course it's something dramatic like him being a villain that captures the hero and tries to convince them to ditch their position to be with him. Dude would totally think he's Loki (did i say that bc i think it would be hot if Loki did that to me? ..don't worry about it!) He's for sure fucking up his takes on purpose and you know this, but you only pretend to be irritated and maybe even fuck up a few yourself.

Scorpion

Kuai Liang, the romantic this man is. Like Liu Kang, he's never rough with you. Except it would take a little more convincing to let him know it's fine for him to act on his feelings when he wants to. With him, his kisses are slow and gentle. They will always start off like that even if he has a hard day. All he wants is to hold you, but it's like whenever your back hits the wall a gear starts turning in his brain. The idea of you having nowhere to go and enjoying it? Not even an Elder God is pulling him from your embrace. He gets handsy and a lot more affectionate around this time; he's kissing your face, neck, and shoulders too, because why the hell not?

Geras

Geras is a special case. He's an immortal who has never experienced romantic love before. So naturally you will have to teach him some things and even point out things he has observed that can be taken as romantic love. But he's still a man who has seen a lot, so this guy knows what kissing is and how to kiss. Surely you didn't think this giant fine ass immortal being didn't know how to treat his partner? Crazy talk! Understand that when you introduce the classic wall kiss by showing him what to do, he's leaning in to kiss you as he lifts you in his arms with no effort to be found and there won't be kissing going on much longer!

a/n: thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed! collapses onto the ground

[carigm]

The “Teaser”, mlvn rooftop convo, and Lord of the Rings parallel…

This is gonna be a long post, so grab some snacks y’all.

First of all, the teaser the Duffers shared at this Netflix shareholders event was basically all BTS stuff, and according to someone that was there, we have mostly seen all of it. The actual clips from the show they showed were so short that most people missed it. However, over those short clips it seems they played a voiceover of part of the mlvn rooftop convo. Notice how the Suffer Sisters are literally incapable of sharing anything new, and the only audio they disclosed is from the ONE scene that’s been leaked to death, and even transcribed multiple times with the help of AI. In any case, Netflix did not share this teaser with the masses, and it’s unlikely they ever will. Stranger Things is not going to the Super Bowl this year (yes you heard that right) and the Tudum Event isn’t until May. Our only hope before that would be them releasing something on Will’s birthday, but whether in March or May, I believe we’ll be getting a proper teaser by then.

People that attended the event reported that El has a voiceover line where she goes “they don’t get to write the ending, we do” and apparently a voiceover Mike line where he goes “we’ll finish this together” (I’m not sure if this was paraphrased or not). Immediately, we all realized that these lines sound pretty close to what Mike is allegedly saying to her during the rooftop scene. Many people in the fandom have taken the time to transcribe that scene, some with AI and some without, and although some things could be wrong here and there, the general idea of it seems pretty clear. I’m attaching an AI reading of the scene here, so I can point out where I think his dialogue might be from…

Around the 1.43 mark, the AI picked up “enjoying it, together”, however I think this is where the “we’ll finish it, together” line comes into play. If anything, this shows AI isn’t 100% accurate, and it does call into question some of these previous lines 😂…I think it’s possible that after this speech from Mike about stories, fantasy endings and heroes, El tries to follow his advice and be positive, and maybe she delivers the “they don’t get to write our ending, we do” line back to him. It’s unfortunate because obviously we can’t see her face in the video, but I think it makes sense she would reply with that because right after it seems like he says “of, course…” and then proceeds to seemingly add that the Party can have a happy ending, without all the fantasy elements he mentioned before.

I find it very interesting that he’s choosing to speak to her with this storytelling analogy, which at first I believed to be a D&D analogy, but the more I think about it, the more I feel like he’s talking about an actual story. And then the lord of the rings parallel hit me, specifically with this scene. If you’re not aware, Finn Wolfhard has mentioned lotr twice now when talking about season 5, and I personally think it’s possible that Mike is using lord of the rings here as a reference to describe the hero’s journey and relate it to what the party has been through. Think about it, he’s trying to cheer El up, who has been stuck in that fuckass radio station for a year, who’s probably extremely tired of everything she has been dealing with for years, and he just wants to offer her some consolation so she can keep going and fighting. Does that sound familiar?

Well my friends, if it does, that’s because it is a direct parallel to Frodo and Sam from Lord of the Rings. I’ve always thought Byler were insanely samfrodo coded (funny enough the last S4 Byler scene is almost identical to this scene too), but it seems the Duffers are paralleling mlvn to them here. In lotr, Frodo bears the biggest burden of the story, as he follows his hero’s journey to Mordor to defeat evil. Along the way, ofc, he becomes increasingly weary and hopeless, and it is up to Sam (his best friend) to cheer him up and provide him with strength to keep him going. How does Sam do this? Interestingly enough, he encourages Frodo by describing all the beautiful things that will come AFTER they have won, what they and their friends will be able to enjoy when they get back home. Basically everything Mike appears to be saying to El in this scene, fantasizing about the end of the battle. To make the parallels even crazier, while on his hero’s journey, Frodo has to remain in hiding because there are multiple forces looking for him, and we know that El is basically hiding away from the government.

Another thing I want to point out is that in lotr (spoilers I guess 😭) good does win in the end, and the main characters get to return back home. However, Frodo is so changed by the journey and all the things he encountered that he simply cannot stay with his friends. Instead, he leaves and goes to the Undying Lands, where he finds peace. He doesn’t die, but he also cannot stay in Middle Earth. Him and Sam have a beautiful goodbye scene and then Sam is left with the literal book of stories Frodo started, and is told by Frodo to “finish it”.

Make of that what you will…

[loveandmurders]

can never have enough baby sister Sinclair content!!! can never have enough emotion!!!!!

If your requests are open rn, i've been starving for some gut wrenching hurt/comfort from these boys.

Some large disagreement has practically torn all four siblings apart for days now, none of them having ever fought like this before. And only through a bloodied close call with some victims- that practically puts both Bo and the readers lives at risk, (preferably not a recreation of the melting museum scene, but u can do whatever you'd like!!) do they remember who they are to eachother. Only through that life or death reminder and adrenaline spike do they proudly reclaim the fact that they can never be separated, that all four of them are in on this together as a whole.

feel free to do whatever you like with this, id absolutely love to see your take and writing on my idea

+ no pressure to write it ofc !!

Hi love!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to finally answer this awesome request! I hope you'll still enjoy reading this despite the delay.

It'll be into two parts because I enjoy this kind of angst way too much.

BROKEN WITHOUT MY SIBLINGS - Part 1

Warnings: no proof reading, ANGST, toxic family I guess, reader gets hurt, mention of blood, violence and death, mentions of being nauseous and needing stiches, a few strong words,

It started with the twins arguing in the morning. 

They disagreed about where to place the new statues of wax. Vincent wanted them in the museum, because he was very proud of how they turned out. But Bo wanted them in Ambrose, maybe in some of the abandoned houses or in the forest, or somewhere tourists could see them and think “oh yes, people do live here”. Bo tried to explain to Vincent that he wasn’t insulting his art, on the contrary: the last creations were so good that even Bo thought they were real people when he first saw them.

Lester and you stayed silent as the twins argued, none of you wanted to be part of this. At some point, you tried to appease them when you felt this was getting out of hand. You hated to hear them tearing each other apart like that. You just wanted a peaceful morning among the people you loved.

However, it seemed you made things worse. Bo snapped at you and Vincent sent you meaning "shut up". You were stunned and hurt because you thought you were their favorite, no matter the situation. You leaned back against your chair and stopped talking. You finished your tea in silence, not hungry anymore. Lester tried to joke around because he hated how upset you looked and because he was feeling uneasy. But it only pissed off everyone and you finally all left the kitchen to go to work. You were all in a terrible slaughtering mood that day.

You thought about what happened this morning all day long. It was touching you more than you thought it would. Your family was everything to you but the mean little voice inside your head was happy to remind you that your family was everything but a healthy one.

You had hoped things would be better at the end of the day, but when you came back home, Bo was yelling at Lester because he had forgotten to buy something. Lester didn’t say anything but left and didn’t participate at the familly dinner. You asked Bo to apologise, which he refused.

And you started to argue again. At some point, Vincent told the two of you that he needed some silence and that you were unbearable. It didn’t help the situation.

For the first time in a long time, you all went to bed upset at one another. You didn't wish Vincent a good night, and he hid away, not wanting to see any more of his siblings. You forgot to send a message to Lester and he didn’t either. You didn’t even think about snuggling into Bo’s arms, like you usually did after a fight, and he didn't come into your bedroom either.

This was strange and uncomfortable. 

The four of you had a heavy heart and a wounded ego.

You had hoped you all would try your best the next morning. The twins did tightly hug you as you entered the kitchen and you were relieved. Lester came by to have breakfast with everyone. Even though you all stayed silent, it was more comfortable, and yet still a little bit tense.

You thought it was going to be alright, like it always was. You even stopped thinking about the situation once at work.

When you came back home, everything went downhill. 

You quickly understood your brothers were hunting when you saw blood and a dead body next to Bo’s garage. You were annoyed they didn’t let you know. Something probably came up and they didn't have time to send you a message.

But still. 

You carefully went home and sent a message to the boys so they would know you were in the house. You asked them to quickly finish the hunt off too, because you were tired.

You tried to relax by preparing some lemonade for everyone. 

Suddenly, there was a knife pressed against your throat.

“Don't fucking know who you are but you have to be with them. And I'm gonna kill you like they killed my people” a man told you

You froze. A tourist was in the house. 

And his threat was serious.

“I can get ya outta Ambrose alive. Wouldn't ya like that instead of havin’ my death in your consciousness?”

The man stayed silent. He hesitated. 

You carefully turned around to face him.

You softly took a knife laying on the counter behind you. Before the man could react you moved his arm away from you and stabbed him in the shoulder. You tried to run away but he caught you and fell on the ground pretty loudly. You screamed Vincent’s name as strongly as you could several times. The man topped you and tried to stab you. You caught the blade in your bare hands and struggled, crying out in pain. 

None of you heard someone running in the basement stairs or a door being violently opened. You were about to get killed when the man was roughly pulled away from you. Vincent sliced his throat open without thinking about it, before his attention went on you. He tore apart his shirt so he could wrap it around your hands. He seemed calm but his hands were slightly shaking. His baby sister got hurt and it shouldn’t have happened, especially not inside the house. They promised you the place would always be safe for you.

“Vincent, ’m really not feelin’ 'lright” you said, you were nauseous and lightheaded

“Only two more tourists and we'll take care of you, ok?” he signed

“Need to be taken care of right now” your voice broke

“We can’t. They could get away or hurt us even more” Vincent replied, his heart clenching at the look you gave him

“Ya gonna leave me alone” you sniffed

Vincent felt very bad about it. You were clearly shocked and hurt. He almost stayed by your side, but he needed to deal with the danger first.

“I’ll be back very very soon, I promise” He tenderly kissed your forehead before leaving

You didn’t have the strength to get up anymore so you simply stayed on the floor. You couldn’t stop thinking that you needed to move out of Ambrose again. If your brothers couldn't protect you from their business, you couldn’t stay. Something was getting broken between the four of you, and you knew it. But for the moment, you were too angry and unwell to care about it.

You didn't know how long you waited that way, bleeding through your bandages on the floor. You felt like you were about to lose consciousness. Thankfully, the twins came back home before you could pass out. They were covered in blood. They seemed to be alright though, a few bruises and scratches here and there but nothing too bad.

They quickly helped you to get up and you let them do without a word. You were too weak.

“Hey love, how are ya?” Bo asked and you wanted to scream

“Don't know, how am I, ya think?” you snapped back as you showed him your hands

“Stupid question, 'f course… 'm sorry, sis. Won't happen again” he promised you as they sat you down on the couch.

“It sure won't happen again” you mumbled but the twins heard you and worried over what you meant.

They were actually too worried to ask you about it.

They washed their hands before starting to take care of you. They removed the bandages, cleaned up the wounds and gave you some painkillers. The cuts were deep. You couldn’t even look at it without feeling bad again.

“Gonna need to stitch your palms” Bo softly commented

He helped you drink some cold water before the twins started to work on you. They both fell silent. They needed to focus. Guilt was definitely taking over their whole beings. They failed you pretty badly this time. And you weren’t talking either. You weren’t trying to ease their own pain. You couldn’t care less about it at the moment. You were full of rage and your hands were burning. 

Once they were done, they gently put on some clean bandages and asked you how you were feeling. You were looking rather sick.

“Fuck ya, the two of ya” you simply said

“Love… I know we fucked up…” Bo started

“Oh ya think so?! I’m in pain, I won’t be able to use both my fuckin�� hands for a while, and ya think ya just fucked up? I thought the house’d always be safe, hmm? Can’t even do that for me” you lashed out

“It wouldn't've happened if Vince had killed the guy like he should've though” Bo hummed and sent a dirty look to Vincent who groaned

“How fucking dare you? I didn’t know a fucking tourist was inside the house. I didn’t even know there were still three of them.” Vincent replied

Lester arrived at this instant, he looked like he had run. He had tried to call his three siblings to know how things were going and when none of them answered him, he had started to panic. He was breathless and when his eyes fell on you, then on your hands, and then on the dead body in the kitchen, he understood you got attacked

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, what happened?” he asked

“What happened? What happened is that you didn’t tell me how many tourists were around and we missed one who sneaked inside the house and almost killed Y/N” Vincent replied

The three brothers started to violently argue over whose fault it was. Bo shouldn’t have toyed with the tourists and should have killed them as quickly as possible, Vincent shouldn’t have left the house unprotected, especially knowing you would come back home during the hunt, Lester should have let his brothers know how many tourists were around and what they looked like.

Fed up, you got up and they all fell silent.

“Hey baby, need some help to go rest in your bed?” Bo asked in the most gentle voice he could manage after having yelled at his brothers

Vincent and Lester were also ready to help you with everything you would need. They were concerned you would fall on the ground, as you didn’t seem very steady.

“I’m not settlin’ here. Clearly, Ambrose ain’t safe for me. I’ll find a hotel somewhere” you replied

“No, no, ya’re safe here”

“I won’t let any other tourists find Ambrose, ya can rest in peace”

“You need to be taken care of, and we can do that. You have to stay to make sure your wounds don’t get infected”

“How ‘bout I’ll make ya some food?”

“I can go and grab anythin’ that could make ya feel better too”

“I’ll help you settle in your room or anywhere you’d like”

You were too tired to fight

“Whateva” you finally said and your big brothers seemed to relax a little bit

The whole evening was spent between your brothers looking after you as you uncharacteristically stayed quiet and defiant, and your brothers arguing downstairs about what happened.

At some point, Lester left with the promise he wasn’t going to come back. You asked the twins to stop coming into your room so you could sleep. Vincent locked himself up in the basement. Bo went to his garage. He needed to do something with his hands to quieten the voices inside his head.

None of you slept that night.

The family was utterly broken.

--

Part 2

[hetalimagines]

General headcanons for Alfred as a boyfriend (SFW)

Here's my first actual post on this blog, hehe... I can't find the ask but someone requested some Alfred headcanons, so here are my rambles about what I think he's like as a boyfriend!

He’s honestly not the most traditionally romantic person. Your relationship is more like friends who make out sometimes. But he does have his own little ways of showing you he loves you!

He’ll put together playlists of songs that remind him of you. They’re mostly loose connections, like maybe a song mentions your eye color, or the lyrics remind him of a date you went on together, or it just sounds romantic and makes him wanna kiss you. He likes to sit with you while you listen (to every single song), and he interrupts the songs a bit to explain why he chose them.

“This one had me thinking what if we were dancing in a ballroom together, and out of nowhere, bam! Zombies bust in. The door crashes to the ground! Our dance turns into one of those cool fighting scenes with the—oh, this part reminded me of the time I woke up early and you were about to fall off the bed. You had a cute bedhead.”

(You have no idea what the lyrics are at this point.)

Dates with him are pretty casual, more like “hanging out” than anything fancy. Maybe you stay at home and watch movies/play games, or you go out for dinner at a local diner, or you go do awful karaoke together, or you go and prank a friend together.

He’s happy as long as he’s with you. Bonus if there’s food and/or drink.

He occasionally takes you out to a more traditional restaurant and dresses for the occasion. They’re usually expensive, too. The food isn’t his preference (too complicated for his palate), but if it makes you happy, he’s all for dealing with it for just one night.

His primary love languages are acts of service and quality time. He’s always doing what he can to help you out (and feel proud of himself in the process). Whether he helps you run errands, runs a bath for you ahead of time, or fluffs your pillow before you get in bed, it’s all because he wants to make your life easier!

He gets a little jealous if you ever spend time with your shared friends without him, or if you spend more time with others than him.

He’s so excited if you take interest in any of his hobbies. Movies? He’ll ask if you want to co-write a script with him. (He’s very relaxed about what exactly ends up in the script.) Archaeology? He has so many random facts to dump on you, and he’ll be super impressed by any knowledge you have on it. Conspiracy theories? Time to watch a bunch of documentaries! He enjoys them despite their flaws, but lets you know exactly when something is false and what actually happened.

He tries to take interest in your hobbies, too, even if he doesn’t understand what you’re talking about. It could be the most boring thing and he’d still listen and ask you questions about it. If it makes you happy, he wants to know all about it.

Pet names from him consist of things like babe, dude (💀), honey, occasionally sweetie, (jokingly… mostly) prince or princess. It’s all over the place. He’ll call you honey and dude back-to-back sometimes.

He loves debating if you’re comfortable with it! But be warned, he gets very heated about certain topics. His sense of justice is important to him. Otherwise, he’s usually not serious about these debates and doesn’t care who wins.

He tries to keep things light and doesn’t usually let people see his more serious side. He’ll open up to you more over time, however. It’s really him letting a wall down and allowing himself to get closer to you.

Every now and then, he has days where he’s a lot quieter and calmer than usual. He just wants to relax, stay on the couch with you and watch movies or simply chat. Maybe a movie chattering in the background as he tells you about his childhood. He doesn’t try so hard to keep up this energetic, heroic persona.

He’s right back to normal the next day like nothing happened.

Likes to annoy you for fun. Not in a mean-spirited way. He just thinks your responses are cute and has poor impulse control. Poking your cheeks or ruffling your hair or playing an obnoxious song loudly on the stereo while he dances. But he’ll back off if you’re genuinely upset with him. He means no harm.

He loves if you’re willing to play along with whatever he gets up to. Maybe he’s decided he’s going to try and vacuum the whole house while doing a handstand on the vacuum. You can hold onto his legs to help him stay balanced.

This man is very impulsive and has a tendency to get himself hurt. Random bruises all over his body or a cut along his forearm. He bounces back easily, and doesn’t want to fuss over it, but he lowkey likes if you baby him about it. He’ll always say how it’s not a big deal and he can take it, but his heart does this little flutter when you show concern, and even more if you force him to take better care of himself.

He burns himself in the kitchen and you force him to run it under cold water. He’s swooning inside.

He likes to gossip about others, especially over breakfast. He can’t help it; he’s just nosy, and he always has an idea of what’s going on and how he can help out. Huge bonus if you gossip with him!

He loves to feed you, but the majority of the food he brings for you is burgers or tubs of ice cream. He likes to experiment with the burgers’ toppings and seasonings, but they’re all burgers nonetheless.

Every now and then, he does plan some big romantic endeavor. It’s like a surprise. You never know when it’s coming… You wake up one morning and find out he’s booked a week long cruise, your bedroom is filled with balloons, and there’s enough breakfast food on the table to feed an army.

He does this thing sometimes (often) where he swoops in and has to save you. A puddle on the ground? No need to fear! He picks you up and swiftly carries you over it. The safest place for you is in his arms. He’ll even lay down and let you use him as a bridge if you want.

A suspicious penny on the sidewalk? LOOK OUT, IT MIGHT BE A BOMB! Let HIM step on it before you get blown up!

He steps on it. Nothing happens. Better safe than sorry!

If you’re the more independent type, that won’t stop him from trying. He just wants to keep you safe and have you appreciate his efforts. Being disinterested or resistant will just make him try harder.

Says cheesy stuff like “happy wife, happy life” unironically. He’s also the type to use terrible pickup lines to flirt with you. Totally unaware of how bad they are until you start laughing.

He also doesn’t care that they’re bad. He’s just having fun.

Loves to give you his clothes to wear. Seriously. You want one of his hoodies? Try six of them.

You complain when one stops smelling like him so he puts it on, works out, then gives it back to you like :D! Fixed the problem!

He takes so many pictures of you guys. Videos, too. His phone storage is eaten up by it. His favorite thing is to take selfies together. Usually with some silly filter. Or an even sillier caption.

“me and the babe out shopping” and it’s a picture of you, holding a piece of fruit with the dog ears filter

He’s not the most physically affectionate, but he always gives you morning kisses and especially kisses before leaving the house. He also loves carrying you around (mostly bridal style) in his arms for no reason other than he can. A hand on your back, another on your thighs, your head pressed against his chest. He loves it.

He loves knowing you find him physically attractive! He worries sometimes about being too overweight, so any reassurance that you like his body helps. If you think he’s hot, and you’re hot yourself, that must mean he definitely is.

Has a tendency to call you hot, but he’ll call you other things if it makes you uncomfortable.

Occasionally brags about you and how lucky he is. Not as often as you might think. Though he gets oddly competitive if anyone acts like their partner is better than you and starts spouting whatever he can so everyone knows you’re the absolute best. No competition.

[nerdofthecentrey]

Hi hi! So the lack of Sang-wook (sweet home) ficts on here is insane! So I was thinking if you could write something x GN reader (if possible) maybe something where like, sang-wook finally breaks after putting up that cold facade he always has and reader just comforts him (maybe reader being the only person in between the survivors that doesn't find him weird or scary? (Maybe a confession) take your time and feel free to ignore if you don't like this! (Just answer to it so I know if you don't want to write it I understand!)

I’ll Be There | Sang-wook x GN reader

Genre: Fluff, A bit of Angst

Summary: Sang-wook’s walls finally collapse and your the only one who understands him.

Warnings: Mentions of Killing, Normal Sweet Home Stuff

Unedited ( Will be editing tomorrow)

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Sang-wook was dangerous. There was no denying his hard cold demeanor and his fearlessness to stand up for/ to anyone in the group. Everyone though he was a criminal but you knew that underneath that had to be someone that cared. Everyday you watched as he groaned and grumbled at everyone. You tried your best to make sure he was always taken care of because he was important more to you than anyone. Maybe it was a petty crush or perhaps it came from a place of understanding.

Everyone treated him as an outsider. Yet you would offer him food. He at first reacted like he didn’t care just walking away every time you tried. Slowly things changed. He would answer by shaking his head no sometimes he would take one piece before walking off as he started to warm up to you.

On a rather gloomy day rain fell hard outside, everyone already seemed to be in a terrible mood. But than a monster broke into the first floor. It tore through walls and damn near killed you all, luckily Hyun-Soo was quick on his feet to light it on fire before it could reach where everyone slept.

“ This is ridiculous we aren’t safe! That thing got down here!” Woo-Hyun shouted out. Making practically everyone jump beside Sang-wook who stood next to you.

“ Ya, I mean what if we were sleeping a-and it snuck down here and killed us all!” Gook-hee added pulling her dog closer to her. They had a point, but the way that they bitched about it didn’t help any.

“ Let’s all just take a breath-“ You started trying to regain some form of peace you’d all just lost.

“ Don’t tell me to breathe!” Woo-Hyun said walking up to you. Sang-Wook stepped forward as if he were protecting you. But Do-Hyun spoke before a fight could break lose,

“ The problem has been fixed we’ll have everyone check over certain spots so we can-“ Woo-Hyun cut him off grabbing his collar practically almost ripping Do-hyun’s white t-shirt in the process.

“ Your trying to kill us first you hold food from us and now this you-“

Sang-wook lightly pushing Woo-hyun back. His face turned to pure shock.

“ You dare put your hands on me! You thug!” He yelled pointing at him. “ Why is he even still here he’s a danger to us all! He killed a person!”

Sang-Wook face fell for second before harding back up. He stepped back as Woo-Hyun continued.

“ He’s a murder a psychopath-“

“ Stop it!” You shouted making everyone go silent.

Sang-wook shoved his hands in his pockets while walking away from the scene.

“ Walk away killer!” Woo-Hyun yelled point at him.

“ Would you stop!” You shouted smacking his hand down Woo-Hyun face turned in shock.

“ Did you ever stop to think that maybe he did it for our own good? Maybe that man was out to kill us or take our only things we have left.”

Woo-Hyun looked at you with a slightly deflated expression. “ Whatever nobody cares what you have to say! You don’t even speak half the time..” He muttered before walking away his wife trailing behind.

Everyone else followed their lead going off on their own. You decide to go after Sang-wook you weren’t sure what you’d find. But you saw the look in his eyes almost like someone had poked his heart.

As you turned the corner you heard the sound of breaking concrete and grunts. You saw Sang-wook standing over concrete blocks slamming them with a sledge hammer. Little piece scattering across the floor.

“ Sang-wook?” You said softly.

“ Go.” He muttered as he dropped the hammer on the ground his back towards you.

You start taking slow steps towards him asking, “ Are you okay ?” He didn’t reply instead he stayed silent you noticed his shoulders starting to shake by the time you reached his side you saw tears streaming down his face. It made your heart hurt to see him like this. You felt bad like you were seeing something you weren’t meant too but you weren’t going anywhere you wanted him to know that.

“ It’s okay.” He practically jumped on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close gripping your shirt as he sobbed into your neck. His grip was tight like you would disappear if he let go. You wrapped your arms around his smoothing his hair as you whispering.

“ You can cry, it’s okay.” That he did. You practically watched as his walls came down you let him crying till the sun was setting by than you both found yourself sitting on the dirt near the window in a comfortable silence.

“ Thank you..” He muttered. You could help but giggle at his embarrassed tone, He gives you shocked look.

“ It’s okay.” You grinned. “I’m not judging you.”

Sang-wook’s eyes widen a bit at your statement like nobody had ever showed this type of care for him. Maybe you were the first in a while.

“ You don’t have to be strong in front of me.” You reassured him. You just wanted him to be okay to know that even if the whole world judged him you wouldn’t.

“ I don’t know what to say..” His eyes trailing down to the dirt.

“ Then don’t say anything, Just promise me you’ll let me be there for you.”

He nodded his head in acceptance of you and an acceptance of letting someone special in. You made him feel like there was more to this world than constantly having to watch your own back now he could watch what was right in-front of him.

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A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I wasn’t sure what kinda of ending I was gonna do. I was thinking about having Sang-wook tell the reader he didn’t kill them for a dumb reason. Or this ending where Sang-wook just tries to leave it in the past and move on with the reader which is this end. Anyways That’s all Much appreciation ❤️💚!!

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Purgatory AU

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Actually super proud of this one, it was a very specific scenario I played over and over in my head and elaborated on over time. Much like the angelic EMP story, it's the one I'm most excited to write. Because it's a dystopian nightmare, and hope to write it one day when my creativity returns from the war.

The set up is a bit long but I was building the scene for future me, who might have forgotten where I was going with this.

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Alastor climbed out of purgatory on the same frequency he uses to disassemble his enemies; something known only to himself and crossed across the three realms so none but another technologically capable demon might be able to reconvene his banished botherers.

Albeit, this discovery was made with a slight push from her majesty Lilith - though she hadn’t realised at the time. 

He died in 1929 but arrived in hell in 1933. He fudged the timeline a bit for anyone who prods into his infamous ‘well-known’ background.

True, though, rare are the sinners who remain from that time period unless they are powerful or canny, to dispute his claims. Indeed, many assumed he was here long before that time, amassing souls and power to take down overlords. Few really assumed he fell into hell and began tearing powerful demons apart. 

Where he had been in the interim still burned at the core of his soul, and tinged his nightmares with ashen terror if his powers were too depleted to fight them. To bind them away in a corner of his mind to allow true rest.

Purgatory. Such an ominous name for somewhere so vile and twisted. Hell itself was not even close to the cruelty of the Void.

It was a realm without true colour; literal shades of grey, black, and a lifeless off-white that drained the will to live and hid terrors beyond comprehension.

And even now, even with everything Lillith and her angelic sympathisers tried, Alastor’s still not sure how much of Him really came back. There are pieces that faded away there and other bits blurred into compete obscurity, to save his sanity. Not to mention how it messed with his senses; running into so many colours, sounds, sensations, after a desolate place of mist and shadows had been almost physically agonising.

 

Screams and wisps and things in the murk. No society, no safety, intangible... the fate of those who fell between the different realms. Phantom screams and moans echoed on the silent winds, their touch was volatile and a sensation you came to crave in a world where touch was impossible. 

The people there… the Forgotten. Some laid down in despair and died, again and again and again and again. Offering no resistance as their minds fade. The mist carried fragments of sinners swirling on the breeze, the only way to touch one another… and yet, others also threw themselves into the maws of the Guardians, just to feel something once more.

The horror of being there... the endless years of shredding into nothing and fighting to keep your mind and body intact every waking moment, of hearing nothing but the phantom echoes of people long torn apart and your own voice (until it faded into raspy nothingness from lack of use), of staring at placid grey lakes and wondering if it was worth it to keep trying, of endless days hiding from and evading (or indeed fighting) the beasts that lurked in plain sight and ended the Forgotten in their jaws relentlessly. 

The Guardians, all similar, all different. Things of immense proportions, fortified skin like a rhino and twice as deadly with protruding barbs in odd places, some came equipped with many mouths of violent teeth, their hunting calls echoed through you in a manner beyond sound… it rattled the bones.

Some were winged, others quadrupedal, others lurked in the waters. All hungry, all looking to silence any aberrations in their realm. All sensing with beady eyes or sharpened scent tracking or echolocation that made the skin tingle even as you realised it was too late to hide.

Some with tendrils that tapped the ground before them, and others that used their howls to mark you as prey with white sigils that wouldn't come off no matter how much skin you carved away.

You could never see them coming, just run, just hide if possible, playing dead would get you naught but devoured faster. Only to return to the cycle again and again in endless madness.

They were the ground, the sky, the rocks and shadows. They hid in the blinding stark white, and the deepest pitch of black. Your powers were muted here, terrifying and near powerless.

How could a neutral place be allowed such carnage? When Alastor had fallen in, he had assumed it to be Hell… for there was no orientation, no signage or brochure to share the details. But it did not quite match up. 

Later, he would discover that this was a realm untethered by time or space, as sinners from years before and years ahead would fall in at random.  And then, there was Niffty. 

This place was populated by the Unwanted, the Unjudgeable, the Forgotten souls who had either just Missed the threshold of heaven, but did not quite meet the criteria for Hell.

The only amusement Alastor ever managed was the occasional confused religious official who coalesced into a screaming greyed out version of their human form, looking bewildered and clearly calling out for angelic aide that would not come.

The Forgotten remained in their humanoid forms, most crumbling away after cycles of death and reawakening. Why bother to create unique forms for those about to die? But, for the longer-serving Forgotten, they changed over time… each day conquered seemed to tally up somewhere. Their forms enlarging or shrinking, fingertips falling into claws, or faces restructuring, little and almost imperceptible at first but undeniable as time wore on.

You could tell who had lived here long by the changes upon them. 

Those who laid on the ground awaiting endless death, though, they remained unchanged and slowly were trampled into nothingness. To become more of the landscape, the dust that clung to your hair, your clothes, your eyes and coated the inside of your mouth…

Hunger was always. Food was… there, but it did nothing. It satiated the urge for a moment and the hunger returned twofold. It was a cruel little trap.

But the powers, what little began to manifest as you changed or fell in with, strengthened with every day you survived.

Underworld type vibes. Those who lived more than a few days were either fortunate enough to have new minor powers that kept them safe, were lucky, or simply stayed at the side of another who was more experienced.

Partnerships rarely worked out. Another cruelty was that you were intangible to others, meaning no comfort, no ability to hurt one another, no shared warmth, no holding the others as they died, no ability to snag them from the brink of peril. Nothingness.

To see and feel nothing was vile in ways that were impossible to articulate fully.

Their voices are snatched on the winds and the sight of them is somewhat blurred. How else would this place make one feel so… alone, even if in a group? All a game by some sadistic fucking being who thought that those who dared blur the good/bad dichotomy deserved sufferance. 

How Alastor had fallen here was beyond his knowledge. After all, he initially assumed this was hell [a normal and anticipated punishment for his crimes]. But something always felt Off.

When he did eventually find Hell, the real one, it left him confused about his misassignment… had the fact he murdered people worse than himself tipped the scales? Was that what happened? 

When he had made it to Hell, touch became absolutely overwhelming and made him nauseous. Sounds were hard to blot out when one had the sensitive hearing of a deer acclimated to trying to snatch the tiniest displacement of silent wind as a leviathan made of teeth and endless torment trudged towards you across a plain of endless grey void.

And the colours! Never had he been so pleased to see colour again!

Why, as soon as he saw the red sky, his favoured colour from life, Alastor said he would wear nought but that shade for the rest of time… 

And Niffty… she was desperate to touch, to reaffirm where she was. The Cleaning? Dust, any amount of grime would trigger her need to remove it, the paranoia that they might go back, that the void had located them and would take her and Al and all their lovely friends was too much for her.

There were alliances in the void, communicated in silent gestures and over exaggerated words, so that others might read their lips. anguage had been an initial barrier until the pair settled on full english.

[None lived, or stayed strong enough mentally, to keep going for long when alone. Alastor fell to purgatory bc he did kill but it was specific people worse than him. It was defs strange and unexpected to fall there but if he got in surely he could get out. That was a spark of defiant hope he clung to.]

The one little thing keeping him sane was the ability to play music in his head.

Then there was Niffty. She was half mad by the time the pair met; but they made a game of communicating through bizarre gestures, some of her stories seemed rather… concerning, especially the mimed whatever it had been involving her doing a somersault as she punched her elbow and then broke out into a ballroom dance routine while biting at the air. Not clear. He never asked for clarification. 

Hell had many things to recommend it.

And now they could touch, Niffty took great liberties, possessive of Al in her own way; because the others could never understand how deeply distressing it was to lack the sensation of another. Platonically, of course. Even something as simple as sitting next to a person you felt some connection to and having your body heat radiate between you was a sweet, precious gift for someone who had been in Purgatory. 

He breaks out (of purgatory) when something in his head clicks into a new channel, his powers growing stronger as his antlers grew in, acting like antennae.

Heaven was looking down into purgatory, doing their bi-centennial fluff and fold of the dimension and Lillith was being forced to do it as part of adam's revenge at her. Adam HATED the chore, found it ‘grody and nasty, man’.

Her signal is different in an indefinable way... Real somehow. And he follows it, mentally, wrapping the intangible wavelength around himself and niffty's intangible form with something beyond touch, until he felt them slide into the radiowaves. Chasing through the portal as it shut, but in freefall as he caught Hell's frequency, to pull them free. 

They fall, as any sinner might, Niffty shuddering in his arms, suddenly real and blinded by the colours once more. Alastor felt sick from the sudden touch, from the bright lights and bustling everything, from the scents and sounds. Like being in a neverending explosion after such silence.

They crash into Rosie's emporium, stunned, sharp teeth marking them as hers. She takes one look and recognises something is up, these were not stunned sinners, these were fragmented souls. She cares for them first out of curiosity and duty as the Cannibal overlord… and then, simply, because they endeared themselves to her strongly enough that they became friends. 

Rosie helps them work out their powers.

In time, Alastor realises he's a Dealmaker. Niffty immediately hands him her soul for safekeeping, and to tether them together. 

Lillith reaches out to Alastor amused to realise the buzzing she felt in purgatory was now emanating from hell.  A deal is proffered. For a small tendril of her power, her song, to muffle the memories of purgatory that kept them awake and dissociating at night, Alastor agrees because niffty definitely needed it. All she asked in return was that he take on a supportive role for her daughter, Charlotte. 

Care for her as viciously as he had Niffty. She saw potential. She leaves him a cryptic clue about his own signal, which he works out can fragment sinners across the airwaves and immediately goes after rival overlords.

The first one was a fluke, some crass serpent-based Overlord who had dared to be rude to Rosie... and the second was what appeared to be a green flamingo with a gun that was trying to subdue a young woman [that would turn out to be one of Carmilla's lovely daughters]. 

Endearing him to the weapons dealer and Zestial, especially when he refuses to claim her soul afterwards.

"Pish tosh, i was merely aiming for the arrogant fool and accidentally helped your lovely daughter in the process. Perhaps a different weapon would be best, something you can conceal until you need it?" He suggests. Noting that the scientific young woman seems uneasy with the unwieldy spear in her possession. Her hands were small and deft, perhaps a pair of well-crafted daggers could suit her?

When carmilla and zestial meet niffty, alastor's response makes more sense. And if zestial stepped in to help the little woman when some thugs tried to snatch her a few years later, well it was only fair. Alastor offered him some of his power in thanks, making the ancient one laugh and bounce some of his own back. 

“For mine childe, i returneth thine thanks.” Zestial had smiled, his ancient eyes seemed to suggest he had an inkling of why Alastor and Niffty were… as they were. Perhaps he’d heard tell in his many centuries in this Realm. Carmilla also provides a tendril of her power as Alastor reciprocates.

It was not… unheard of for powerful overlords to share power as a token of great favour, usually through carefully crafted deals, but if someone had given them something beyond price, it was the sincerest means of thanks and trust. It was also a good way to hold yourself in their regard. 

Alastor threaded his power to them each, anyway, and Rosie too, naturally. A miniscule tether for them, an assurance they were not overlords on his list, in his own way. 

These tendrils held him in the here and now, and in turn through their deal, kept Niffty grounded as well. A thread of lillith, of rosie, of zestial and carmilla  - all accrue in him, winding about the threads of grey he feels tentatively clinging to his very core. 

Alastor follows Charlie from time to time on outings, and takes care of minor threats even her Thats A Whole Ass Angel gf misses. So naive about the perils of a realm made for death and destruction, really, the girl was likely to be impaled by a sinister mailman at this point…

Then there was Vox, who wanted too much too fast, who gave power and tore it back when he did not get what he wanted. A friendship that might have been more, was on the precipice, if either were stable, and now their connection was naught but a small buzz between them. A crackle of blue in alastor, occasionally seeping down the chain into niffty. Miniscule unlike the other tendrils, but there. Covering the grey threads that clung to their souls.

The grey that was consuming them slowly, though they did not, and could not, know such a thing. And what would they do if it came to light? No one could help, right?

Then, Lillith asked them to come to her, hiding them in heaven. Using her muted healing song to rebuild them and repress the grey. An archangel could fix this, but Heaven would shove them back in the purgatory realm  the minute their escape was known. 

And lucifer was wracked with depression in his palace. Maybe charlotte had inherited something?

Return after 7 yrs and separated. Niffty with Rosie, who adores the little maid. Alastor waits for his time, and then the interview with Katie Killjoy goes wildly awry in the most fantastical of ways. He knocks on the door, and it begins.

Now here they, are two months post early extermination, his wound angrily fighting the mixed mess of his soul, when something happens that should not be possible.

A crack, a rift, a fissure in reality has split above pentagram city and something came through. Not of Earth, not of Heaven. 

A great hulking thing in shades of grey and mist is making the ground shake, it storms towards the hotel in mindless purpose as it seeks out the Missing. Had it escaped, or been released once a breach was known?

For a split second, Niffty drops her duster, eye going out of focus as she stares out the window. “S-Sir…?”

Alastor's own mental eye flashes up past encounters, deadly hunts they had barely scraped through. He fights to keep his ears upright. Heart thundering...

And then the rage hits. The anger and fear and desperate need to remove the aberration fill him to the brim, and the radios go haywire as he strides outside to deal with the issue. 

With a snap, Niffty is armed with two needles as big as her own arms, and out the front door faster than light. 

Alastor shoves the others inside with his tendrils. Not taking his eyes off the Thing as he advised, “Do not touch it, it will dissolve your flesh should you try, and it will unmake you. Charlotte, you should..." the words felt tainted. "Call your father."

“What? You know what this is? Alastor?”

Multiphasic, to attack multiple Forgotten at once who all existed out of phase with one another.

He ignores them, slamming the doors shut and running at it, jumping with the aid of his tendrils to get astride the beast’s head. The many maws couldn't reach you there and the trick was to try strangling it out with the tendrils or stabbing through the primary eyes. 

As Niffty was batted aside, Alastor let himself expand, ignoring the ache as his skin burned on contact, trying to fragment away while he pinned the creature.

It lashed at him, raking at what it could reach with the tendrils, with its sharp teeth and skin. 

Stand still too long and your skin burned away in agonising dust particles. Razor sharp claws whipped past and gouged at him as he used a shield to pin it down. A discharge of radiostatic to short out the voyeur drones as they served no purpose.

Niffty returns with a vengeance and tunnels through an eye to get at the core, the only weakness they’d ever found, and lets Alastor help her tear it apart. The creature making a Not Howl of agony as it collapsed in on itself, and only Alastor’s ability to teleport through shadows stopped the insides of the behemoth from crushing them both.

Skin burning, bloody messes that emerge into the waning afternoonlight as the beast falls. Shadows holding it fast just in case, even as they sizzled. The grass about the thing began to die form the taint of it all.

That strategy had only worked once before when they'd been desperate enough to try it. In the past, distraction, misdirection, forcing one beast into the path of another until they fought had been their tactic. Attempts to kill often resulted in them being devoured or torn apart.

How long they remained fragmented was anyone’s guess, but when they again awoke, there would always be another beast to avoid.

A furious Charlotte bursts outside in demonic form, circumventing the shadows at the doors, and pulls up short in horror. She quickly identifies that they need to get the grey whatever it was off both of them as Niffty collapses into a trembling heap on the porch. 

Niffty screams as someone touches her, their helping hands jerking back. Stuck in her head and certain that the touch was the beast. Gurgling and shuddering in horror at a pain that she didn’t like, and a sense of fear she rarely felt because nothing in Hell had compared to Purgatory so far.

Alastor pulls at his green energy and snakes a tendril to her, settling her with the familiar non-touch enough that her abject horror subsides to more manageable levels.

“Don’t touch her!” He snarls, warning the others back, forcing them back with his shadow. He's fighting down the instinctual panic now the threat is gone, but his protective urge is going wild. Keep niffty safe, keep the others from hurting themselves by touching them.

“Please, you can trust us. Let us help her, help you…” charlie begs.

“You cannot touch us or you will be harmed as well.”

Lucifer bursts onto the scene all wings ablaze, a long-hidden blade drawn and cold eyes that survey the scene with mounting horror. Frantically checking if Charlie is okay, first and foremost.

His eyes are sharp as they snap to niffty, to alastor.  He darts forwards suddenly, to grab the sinners chin, and Alastor jerks back out of reach with a furious almost borderline panicked expression in his eyes. So at odds with his smile.

[explain the smile was set so no one can get a read on them, no one can know what happened. They discount niffty as mad anyway, etc. hide in plain sight]

The sword disappears as the king dissipates the Shadow, and grabs Al by the front of his shirt; placing the other hand against the static laden skin, ignoring the scowl he received, and the admonishments from the hotel guests behind him about not touching the guy, as the King’s eyes go Red to truly See. (explain better)

"I should have known. You shouldn't have been able to do that unless you've been there... how did I not See this before?" He mutters and flexes his wings, dispelling the grey from both sinners’ skin. His power pulses out, gently repairing what was burned, bleeding, bruised, or broken etc. 

"How did you get out? How did you get Her out with you?! It was made to contain anything less than a seraphim..." 

Alastor found his ability to speak was subsumed by the sudden burst of pain in his chest as lucifers power encountered Adams last little insult.

"Dad, let him go, he doesn't like being touched!"

"Oh I don't doubt it... I've been there a few times to do the Check In when Heaven’s feeling lazy, and let me tell you honey, it takes weeks to get over the desire to peel your skin off at anything tangible brushing against it. Lotta seraphim went full celestial form to avoid contact... and it fucks with your head. How are you...?"

"Dad, can you let him go and talk to me about what that is?"

"...one sec, char-char. Let's get these two sorted before they trickle back to their worst nightmare." With a snap of his fingers, Niffty stopped shuddering and sighed. Alastor's eyes rolled back and he crumpled, easily caught by the king as charlie shouted.

"No one go near that thing, it shouldn't be here and i'll need to talk to heaven about it. It’s-... this is bad, Char-Char. Real bad."

"Please tell me what's going on, dad, I'm freaking out here."

Vaggie had a thousand yard stare as she turned it on Niffty, and slowly, Alastor, before staring at the king.

"That's from Purgatory, isnt it, Sir?" She audibly swallowed. 

"Purga-what?" Angel interjects, confused.

"Purgatory, between hell and heaven for those who didn't make the threshold for either realm."

"No i got that, but... its reaĺ? How has no one here found out?" 

"No one outside certain members of heaven, lucifer and lillith know about it. Mortal souls can't escape once there, nor can they choose to enter it. That's one of the Guardians… or as we called them, the Devourers." Vaggie rasped out. Adding "Adam couldn't keep secrets around his girls, the man straight up shared classified shit on movie night just to sound important and see who wanted to bang him that evening."

Sounds about right.

"Hey can we get inside now? If Vox or one of the other overlords sees Boss like that, they'll be here in a heartbeat to kill him." Husk adds, gently lifting Niffty as Angel smoothes her hair down.

Inside transition, move to the staff only area in a side room. 

"Purgatory is supposed to be sealed shut, they check once a century. Huh, maybe that's how the bastard got them out..."

Notes that their souls are fragmented, a patchwork of different energies at play. The chains of his deals tether Alastor (and Niffty) to the realm of Hell efficiently, almost too well in some cases. But it had smothered their tracks in Hell. 

Heals them, including removing adams grace. Lucifer reaches out to heaven who panics and sends emily to help dissolve the creature, lillith as her guide.

Angst.

“Your soul is covered in the threads of it. Was that why you antagonised me straight up so i wouldn't look too closely?” Lucifer asks.

Maybe they do a thing where the others ask what purgatory is like, and Alastor offers to show them using his reality-bending thing. First he looks to Niffty, “Niffty dear, if at any time it gets too much, stab me and I will drop the illusion, okay?”

“Ooooor we could use a safeword?” Charlie suggests, horrified.

“You will see why that is not effective in a moment, Charlotte. Brace yourselves.” 

The sudden vacuum of everything is disconcerting, everything grey and intangible, a nightmare of half there forms and people they couldn’t hear. Hands that reached and didn’t touch. For realism, a Guardian swoops overhead and another rises from beneath Husker and Angel Dust’s feet, Alastor meant to stop it there, but the sudden loss of his own radio signals that tethered him to reality caught him off-guard.

Lucifer, snatching up Niffty who was about to stab Alastor, snaps the illusion away. 

Leaving traumatised hotel staff and guest reaching out for the nearest body to hold onto.

Niffty clung to the King, pupil pinprick with some deep emotion. 

Alastor blinks back to reality as his signal reconnects, feeling far more… Here… than before.

“Apologies, that went further than intended. As you can understand, most assume they went to hell when they arrive. Or I assume they do based on the silent screaming and prayer positions many assume… can’t ask, and there’s no writing utensils!” he laughed.

Charlie was throwing up in a potplant.

Vaggie was holding her hair.

Husk was being squeezed by four trembling arms as Angel Dust did the mindfulness breathing exercises from a few weeks back. 

“What the FUCK was that?” the spider eventually adds, choking on the words. “And people just… get stuck there, cause they ain’t too good or aint too bad to go either way?”

“The Forgotten. Yes.” Lucifer answers. “Lillith and I did bargain with Heaven over maybe taking them in just in case a few thousand years back, but, heh, Heaven won’t fucking listen!” he grinned, anger radiating off his smile. “Purgatory is a land of nightmares when it should be neutral. This was Heaven’s idea of a merciful way to get the over population down. Make the Forgotten want to end, to lay down and accept… which lets the realm slowly erode everything they were and are.”

“...indeed.” 

Beast tracked them to the hotel threads of purgatory on them. There's a breach from the escape. Have to send them back.

Niffty asks to be killed instead.

Lillith's deal is brought up. 

The scandal rocks the overlords, zestial had heard rumours but the rest... vox's spydrone catches info. And he uses it in the next meeting. 

Carmilla offers the only help she can, a small angelic dagger for the sinners to carry as they are forced back into purgatory by Heaven as a means of sealing the breach. 

Charlie points out that this was wrong, they fought for the right to at least be in hell. Breach sealed after them.

But even if it mutes powers they're stronger than before and full of shared power ties to hell. Alastor fractures Purgatory completely in his anger at watching Niffty and the others there suffer. This time, he's bringing everyone with them. 

This time he knows how to locate and latch onto the wavelengths of every person there. How to use the very realm itself as an amplifier to break itself into a thousand shards. Well, he also had another little failsafe.

Lucky he held onto a thread of lucifer and adam's power. The bindings forced the realm to accept an archangel's commands as he collapses it. Thousands begin to fall from the sky above Pride, the beasts destroyed with the realm as Alastor’s wrath flattens them.

Exorcists are sent to catch them and help sort the wheat from the chaff, so to speak. The good enough moved to heaven, others land in hell and stay there. 

Niffty and Alastor fall at the hotel, vaggie and husk grab them.  They won't wake.

More angst, dimmed grey threads on their minds and souls pushed away with small tendrils of others powers. Expended their energy breaking Purgatory, may never wake up… Lucifer turns to the Sins for ideas as Heaven blames Hell for this issue.

Emily is asked to intervene with Charlie, and they point out that more than a few of those souls were one step from redeemed, so why not let them fall to hell where she could work through their failings with them at the hotel?

Eventually get a ‘Fine.” and purgatory is shut down. Anyone not fully for heaven/hell lands in the grounds of the hotel… there’s a bell now.

At least once, the hotel crew have to force an overlord or wannabe off the property to stop them trying to kill Alastor while he’s down, and lucifer tries to heal the sinners with support from at least three of the sins. Siphoned energy.

They use Alastor and Niffty as a test case to see how they can vanquish the grey threads on their souls, and when they find the right combination, a cure is found. 

Spread to other sinners etc.

[dvilsdesire-a]

Little Raphael headcanon that no one asked for:

So I hc that Raphael is a duel class sorcerer and bard. Why?

I figure sorcerer because he's obviously exceptionally skilled at the spells he wields and knows, doesn't have to speak incantations to actually perform them (like others), can make things teleport/disappear (Astarion's clothes, himself) and has mastered Hellfire spells (which I like to think is a little slap to the face to Meph >.>). Also this:

Sorcerers carry a magical birthright conferred upon them by an exotic bloodline, some otherworldly influence, or exposure to unknown cosmic forces. One can’t study sorcery as one learns a language, any more than one can learn to live a legendary life. No one chooses sorcery; the power chooses the sorcerer (source)

I feel like Raphael was born a sorcerer thanks to his bloodline. I know that Mephistopheles is a wizard, but Raphael is still of exotic blood and of course otherworldly influence (as a devil), we also know nothing about his mother. I could also see this as a tension point between father and son, especially since Raphael clearly knows how to wield hellfire very well, and doesn't even have to put in the effort that a wizard does with incantations. Can you imagine? The snark!

However, it's also obvious that Raphael CLEARLY has aspects of a bard. I, personally, loved the idea that during his fight the song could be stopped if you used silence on Raphael before they patched it (so sad!). It made it feel like it was even more of a silly Raphael thing to do during his own boss battle.

Not just that, though, Raphael acts more like a bard in general, cocky, confident in his words, and uses rhymes and songs for contracts (as with Yurgir). I also think it's just very fannon that we've all decided he's at least some part bard, lol. I also have him quite musically talented, though he prefers to write it and conduct it vs play it (it's a control factor).

Anyway, that wasn't the hc that I was going to talk about here, but I did want to have a little bit of background to it, lol. I was actually going to mention that he's proficient in rapiers as well (and sorcerer class can be). I can imagine when he was young, Raphael was taught how to fence. And since they're light weapons, he can wield them with the sorcerer class. Now, we don't see him use any weapons within his boss battle, because I still hc him as a sorcerer, which he used those abilities. Also he didn't carry any weapons on him because Raphael is so cocky and sure of himself that he doesn't believe he NEEDS any other weapons than either his bardic abilities or his use of spells/hellfire.

To further stretch upon my own little hc, Raphael has a little scar on his neck. Now, we don't SEE this in game, because he's wearing his frilly collar, but HAARLEP has one on his neck, and since Haarlep is the "perfect copy" of Raphael, then the scar is obviously his, as I imagine an incubus' personal scars do not transfer over during glamour uses.

I know it's really fucking small, but I have been staring at this scar the MOMENT I saw it and tried to see if it's on Raphael's human form, but his collar covers it so it's impossible to tell. And with mods, I don't know if they would have even included it in the game model when you use naked mods? It could honestly just even be the skin texture or something... Anyway, since I'm my own Dungeon Master, I'm saying it's Raph's, and it's actually from when he was young (since Haarlep has it), during a fencing incident. :)

Raphael, even as a young boy (and man) was exceptionally competitive, and would show off his skills. For this incident in particular, I have this little scene in my head where he underestimated his opponent, ended up being too cocky and talking too much and not focusing on them, and because devil sports are far more bloody, Raphael was actually stabbed by the fencing blade. Because Mephistopheles was there watching, he made sure that Raphael was NOT allowed to be healed with magic and he had to bear the scar as a reminder of his failure to concentrate and keep his eye on his opponent.

From that day on, Raphael mastered the rapier and fencing in general just to prove his father wrong, and is actually very good at it, he just doesn't think he needs to fight with it since he sees it as a useless sport (he's exceptionally bitter about the whole thing and the memory) when he can manipulate with his voice or turn them to ashes with hellfire.

Naturally, Haarlep knows all about it. <3

Anyway, that's my little hc for the day :)

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah so not that SC needs drama BUTTTT Thomas Rhett has a new song called Country for California and it so could’ve been written by someone from SC girlie’s hometown and I’m just imagining her hearing it and wondering if she should tell Harry? And then him not knowing how to handle it and imagine him writing a response track?!? 👀😳💓💓

Hiiii lovey!! Okay so I do love drama but I feel like my little Southern Comfort babies just need to be protected from it (mainly Harry he is enough of a mess ya know?) BUT I did do this in a fun-ish kinda way that you still see Harry’s reaction to the song and it ends fluffy so I hope you enjoy it! 💖

Find all things Southern Comfort here✨

Disclaimer: In this I don’t mention Thomas Rhett being the singer nor the songwriter, all that’s mentioned is your ex has an album out and it’s about you and I use the song mentioned above as well as the album it’s on so I’m in NO way shape or form saying your ex bf is Thomas Rhett ✨

CW: Language

A/N: Harry calls for an emergency meeting at the studio where things get a little out of hand, enjoy jealous Harry and the very first look at how you interact with the one and only Mitch Rowland✨

“I'll be sittin' right here at this bar with a drink, waitin' on ya,” Harry clenches and unclenches his jaw as the words spill from the speakers in the studio, he closes his eyes and tries to calm himself a bit as the song comes to an end.

“Oh If you find out you're too country for California” Once the music begins to fade out Harry hits the stop button as he chews on his bottom lip, he looks up at Niall who is standing next to him with his arms crossed over his chest and Harry quirks a brow when he notices his head still bopping to the beat of the song that Harry just played for him.

“S’good.” Niall says with a shrug as one of his hands fall to his hip while the other reaches over to the bin of cookies that’s sitting on the edge of the control panel that Harry’s sitting in front of. “You covering it or s’mthing?” He asks as he grabs a chocolate chip cookie from the bin and Harry has to fight the urge to smack it out of his hand. “Or did you write it? Tryin to get into the country scene are ya?” He questions once he sees the glare Harry gave him at his first question but when Harry just stands up with a huff Niall knows the answer to his questions are clearly a no.

“Her fucking ex wrote it you knob.” Niall raises an eyebrow as he takes a bite of the cookie in his hand as he watches Harry begin pacing around the studio. “He wrote a song about how he’s going to be there waiting for her when she realizes moving to California was a mistake…that I’m a fucking mistake.” Niall lets out a scoff making Harry turn and glare at him but Niall just ignores it as he finishes off his cookie before he takes a step towards his bestfriend.

“Harry this song has literally nothing to do with you mate.” Harry rolls his eyes as he runs both hands through his hair tugging at his roots and letting out a frustrated sigh. “I’m serious this song is just his way of saying that if she decides that this wasn’t a good idea he’s there for her and I mean s’kinda romantic if-”

“Romantic? You think some twat writing a song about how he’s waiting for my girlfriend at a bar with a drink and a smile is romantic? Get fucking real Niall.” Niall places a hand on Harry’s shoulder trying to get him to relax but all Harry does is shrug it off as he heads for his phone that’s on the little table in front of the couch that’s on the back wall of the small space.

“I think you’re blowing this way out of proportion mate I mean when was this even wri-”

“This year.” Harry snaps as he grabs his phone off the table and when he turns around he sees Niall rubbing his lips together and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand that’s not resting on his hip he thinks maybe now Niall understands why he’s taking this so seriously.

“Oh okay I mean still it’s just a song.” Niall explains trying his hardest to reason with Harry who is opening up his notes app on his phone as he sits back down in the chair he was sitting in when Niall walked into the studio not even half an hour ago. “People are allowed to write songs about their ex girlfriends ya know? You’ve done it yourself so you can’t really be that-”

“It’s a whole fucking album Niall not just a song it’s an album. Want to know the name of the album?” Harry doesn’t wait for Niall to respond before he messes around on his phone and brings the album up and shoves the screen in his friend’s face. “Something About a Woman…the woman he’s referring to? Yeah that would be my fucking girlfriend so I don’t want to hear how people can write about their exes because no shit of course people can write about whatever or whoever the fuck they want but now…now Niall I have to respond.” Niall’s eyes go wide as he looks from the phone screen that’s been aggressively shoved in his face to Harry who’s cheeks are pink and nostrils are flared and if Niall were to look at his free hand that’s resting in his lap he’d see it was clenched into a fist, all clear signs that Harry is pissed off.

“You-what? Respond?”

“Yes I can’t have someone writing albums about my girlfriend and not say something.”

“You’ve gone full fucking looney mate this album has nothing to do with you.”

“It has to do with her therefore it has to do with me Niall don’t be a wanker.”

“Harry be so fucking for real right now…this isn’t some rap beef okay? He wrote about his feeling for his ex that’s all…it’s not like he insulted her or anything.”

“That’s not the fucking point!” Niall rolls his eyes as Harry tosses his phone to the side letting it land on the table with a loud thud. Harry takes a few deep breaths and lets them out through his nose doing his best to calm down because Niall isn’t the one he’s upset with so he doesn’t want to take his anger out on him.

“I’m not sure I see the point Harry.” Niall tells him as he reaches for another cookie but this time Harry can’t help himself and he snatches the bin away just before Niall’s hand can reach it. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“I swear to god I will ban cookies from the studio if you don’t start actually helping me figure out what to do.” He knows this is a dramatic way to get what he wants but he also knows that if there’s one thing that can get people to do something it’s his girlfriend’s baking.

“That’s harsh man.” Both Niall and Harry turn their heads to look towards the couch and see Mitch sitting there with his hands resting in his lap as he just shakes his head at Harry.

“When the bloody hell did you get here?” Niall asks with a raised brow making Mitch just sigh as he stands up from the couch and walks over towards the two of them.

“Been here the whole time..H said something about an emergency so..I showed up.” He answers with a shrug as he places a hand on Harry’s shoulder making him look up at him. “You know that if you really do want to respond to the song or album…which is a really bad idea by the way…it has to be in the same genre as the original right?” Harry purses his lips for a moment as Mitch’s words hit him and Niall can’t help but let out a little chuckle at the idea of Harry trying to come out with a country record.

“The fuck you giggling at? I could make a country record you bad knee having twat.” Niall rolls his eyes as Harry glares at him while Mitch just gives Harry’s shoulder a pat before he reaches down and uses Harry staring at Niall as a distraction and takes a cookie from the bin he has clutched in his hands.

“You’re very British.” Mitch states before taking a bite of his cookie making Niall’s eyes go wide as he looks from the cookie to the bin in Harry’s hands. Harry looks down at the cookie bin and then back to Mitch with a raised brow because when did he even grab one? How did he not notice it?

“Post Malone just dropped a whole country album.” Harry states as if it’s a valid argument and Mitch just takes another bite of his cookie before responding.

“Yeah but he’s from Texas and he pretty much sounds the same singing as he does when he’s rapping.” Mitch explains before finishing off his cookie and brushing his hands off on his shirt all while Niall is just staring at him with a hint of jealousy in his eyes because he could really go for another cookie but no way in hell is he getting one while the bin is still in Harry’s hands.

“I’ve sang country songs before.” Harry is grasping at straws now and he knows it but he refuses to give up so Mitch just nods before turning and heading back for the couch.

“I mean yeah you’ve covered them so they sound like your style of singing and not their original traditional country sound.” Niall watches Harry’s face as Mitch speaks and it’s like watching a balloon deflate. Harry slowly starts to slump in his seat as his shoulders relax and the corners of his mouth are dipping downwards in a frown and normally Niall wouldn’t like seeing him look so upset but honestly anything is better than how angry he was a few minutes ago.

“So you’re saying…I shouldn’t do anything about it then?” Harry asks as Mitch takes his seat back on the couch while Niall slowly reaches towards the bin that Harry has loosened his grip on.

“Take it as a compliment man.” Mitch says with a shrug making Harry roll his eyes just as Niall’s hand touches a cookie. “We all know she’s song worthy and I know it sucks someone else is singing about her but just let it go.” Niall’s hand freezes when he looks up from the bin and sees Harry glaring at him.

“Put the cookie down.” Niall lets out a loud groan as he drops the cookie back into the bin. “No more cookies for you since you didn’t help me at all.” With that he grabs the lid to the cookie bin but before he can close it Niall reaches over and grabs the bin from Harry’s hands and rushes over to the coffee table in front of Mitch and stands on it holding the bin just out of Harry’s reach. “Real fucking mature Niall.” He snaps as he stands up and places both hands on his hips as he glares at his bestfriend who just shoves a whole cookie into his mouth with a shrug.

“It’s a rational response.” Mitch defends making Niall turn his head and give Mitch an approving nod since his mouth is still full. “The cookies are the main reason half of us even enjoy coming to work.” Harry takes a step to the side so he can raise an eyebrow at his friend’s admission while Niall just takes a bite of another cookie before bending down and handing one to Mitch who takes it with a smile and a nod of appreciation.

“Oh and the muffins.” Niall adds looking at Mitch who nods in agreement because he does love when he walks in and there’s a basket of muffins on the coffee table.

“And the bread-“

“I get it okay? You lot only come for the damn snacks.” Harry says while throwing his hands up in the air out of frustration, not enjoying the two of them listing off the baked goods they enjoy coming to the studio for more than the idea of actually working on something with him.

“Don’t blame em you’re a right fuckin twat in the studio sometimes Harry and you-”

“Honey I’m sorry for-“ All three men turn to look at you as you walk through the door making you immediately stop talking when you see the scene in front of you. “Niall James Horan why the hell are you standing on the coffee table holding the cookie bin?” Niall’s cheeks go pink as you place a hand on your hip but then you take a step further into the room and see Harry who is doing everything in his power to avoid looking at you.

“Harry said I couldn’t have anymore cookies because I didn’t help him write a song.” Niall blabs as he remains standing on the table pointing at your boyfriend who is looking down at his feet. “Said he was gonna ban them from the studio.” He adds just to really make sure you understand the severity of the situation because in Niall’s mind this is a serious issue and this isn’t even his studio but he’s here enough that if there’s no more cookies he really just doesn’t see himself ever wanting to come back.

“Things have gotten a little out of hand.” You turn your attention away from the Irishman on the table and smile when you see Mitch sitting on the couch with his hands folded together in his lap.

“So I’ve gathered.” Mitch just gives you a small smile as you reach down and give his knee a gentle pat. “You mind giving us the room precious?” You ask and Mitch doesn’t hesitate to just stand up and head for the door giving you a little pat on your shoulder on his way past you. Niall follows him, quickly stepping off the table and heading for the door. “You leave that cookie bin on the table Niall James.” You hear a low sounding whine coming from behind you making you just roll your eyes at Niall’s dramatics.

“But I-”

“But nothin Niall you know you’ll eat yourself sick if I let you take the whole bin with you now be a good little puddin pop and close the door behind you please.” You don’t even look at him as you talk, too concerned with the way Harry is standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and looking down at his feet but you know Niall did what you asked when you hear the soft click of the door closing.

“I wasn’t really going to ban cookies from the studio.” Harry mumbles as you take a few steps towards him. “I know you enjoy baking them for everyone.” You smile at his words because of course he’d never ban your cookies or baked goods from the studio because Harry knows how happy baking them makes you.

“Sugar is this about the song?” Harry’s head snaps up and his eyes go wide as you reach out so you can try to grab his hands.

“You know about the song?” You give him a look and he just lets out a sigh and uncrosses his arms allowing you to grab his hands. “Of course you know about the song.” He half mumbles to himself as he feels you pull his arm around your waist, placing your hands over his so he keeps them there.

“It’s just a song honey.” Harry wants to believe you, he wants to just be able to brush it off as just some song but he can’t and he hates how it’s making him feel. “Harry.” His name sounding sweet and soft as it slips out of your mouth is what makes him finally give in, you smile when you feel him pull you into his chest making your cheek press against the soft material of his hoodie as your arms snake around his middle giving him a nice squeeze while his stay locked around your waist.

“I know you’re upset and that’s fine sugar because you’re allowed to be upset about this but please know it doesn’t meant anything to me okay?” You feel Harry place his lips on the top of your head as you begin rubbing his back trying to soothe him.

“I just hate knowing someone else is writing songs about you.” You can’t help but chuckle making Harry pull away from you a bit so he can look down at you and you just roll your eyes playfully when he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Oh come on honey you have a whole album written about you and you don’t see me all huffin and puffin.” You watch Harry’s face as he tries to think of an album that could possibly be written about him and you just laugh and go back to resting your head on his chest. “It’s a great album I’ll give you that much so maybe that’s why I don’t mind but also it’s Taylor Swift so what exactly am I supposed to do? Bake her an angry cake?” You feel Harry’s arms go stiff as it finally clicks which album you’re referring to so you just tilt your head so your chin is resting on his chest and you’re looking up at him. “You think she’d like a cake? Or maybe some cookies?” You ask in an attempt to lighten the mood and when Harry just looks down at you with a playful glare you know it’s worked.

“If you send her cookies I get to send him a strongly worded letter.” You bite back a laugh at his suggestion as you get up on your tiptoes making a small smile appear on Harry’s face when he leans down to meet your lips in a sweet little kiss. “Or maybe I’ll just let it go?” He asks as you try to pull away but he’s quick to bring one of his hands up to cup the side of your face keeping you from going too far even when you drop from being on your tiptoes. “Yeah I’ll just let it go.” He answers before he presses his lips against yours for another kiss.

“Smart thinkin sugar plum” Your voice is reassuring and Harry smiles as you turn your face and place a kiss to the palm of his hand that was cupping your cheek. “Have you written any songs about me?” You ask as Harry places a kiss to your forehead before standing up straight, he gives you a little smile as his thumb begins gently brushing against your cheek.

“Just a few hundred.” You want to roll your eyes and shove at his chest and tell him to be serious but something tells you he’s not joking or at least not totally. “But the fun is watching you try to figure out which ones they are.” He teases and you just stare at him for a moment and it’s as if all of a sudden it dawns on you that he actually has written songs about you and you can’t help but feel your eyes begin to get watery and your bottom lip starts to tremble.

“Oh my god.” Normally Harry would be panicked if he saw you on the verge of tears and heard your voice crack but he knows what’s happening and he understand it’s a lot to take in, the idea of someone caring enough about you to write a song about you is a lot. “You really like me huh?” Your voice is watery but it just makes Harry smile and chuckle a little as he brings his other hand up to hold the other side of your face.

“I do yeah.” He answers with zero hesitation as he leans down and kisses the tip of your nose. “I’m a bit obsessed with you baby.” He adds with a smile as you reach up and place your hands over his that are on your face just as he leans a bit further down and gives your lips a sweet kiss that leaves you with a grin when he pulls away.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

HI RAVEN!!!! 🤔 kinda a random thought not really but would you consider ace and sebek to be like? RIVALS? or to have a strong dislike towards eachother compared to other first years/students? 🤔🤔 haven’t read much sebek stuff or book 7 so maybe it’s just the way I interpret things……..

🤔🤔 for me at least I feel like ace brings up sebek especially a handful of times? and to bash on him too or at least poke fun at him. can’t think of a lot off the top of my head but in ace’s birthday jacket vignette he picks at sebek specifically when going thru dorm choices. WHICH LIKE……. I DUNNO ITS GIVING VERY “I BEEF W HIM” VIBES. I figured it could just be because he’s a fellow first year but ?? jack or epel don’t get mentioned when he was talking about their dorms so i’m not sure 🤔

👁️👁️ but I wanna hear your take on it!!! are ace and sebek ACTUALLY beefing or was it all just a headcanon??? 😭😭 hopefully I didn’t yap too much. btw

Sorry for the lack of screenshots; I don’t own all the relevant cards in EN and didn’t want to include screenshots sporadically 💦

But!! I did my best to cite where I’m pulling my information from (main story, vignettes, etc.) and directly quote from the official localization. Hope that’s okay!

I mean… Sebek is pretty much always pissing off his peers because of the condescending way he talks to them. It’s no wonder why he rubs people the wrong way. As for Ace, he has indicated that he finds Sebek to be a pain in the ass. I don’t know if I would personally call it “beefing” though?? I see it more as Ace just wants Sebek to shut up and chill out (though Sebek would definitely shout at Ace and fight him) 😂

Point is, I don’t see Sebek having a particular disdain for Ace (he is abrasive toward everyone), but I do see Ace having a particular dislike for Sebek. They aren’t “rivals” in the same way that Ace and Deuce are, as Ace and Sebek don’t really compete for anything or get into many instances of bickering—at least not from what we see. That might just be a product of Sebek being formally introduced later than the other first years, but even counting vignettes and event interactions, it’s still pretty one-sided; often we see Ace commenting on Sebek but not the other way around.

According to Ace in 7-11, he knows Sebek because they’re in the same Magic Analysis/Enigmics (EN writes this class as both of these so it can get confusing) elective. He also implies (in 7-34) sharing other electives with Sebek. This means Ace has regular direct experience with Sebek compared to the other first years (except maybe Deuce?)… ie more opporunities to be annoyed by Sebek’s arrogant loner attitude.

Ace reports (again, in 7-34) that “[Sebek] insults people like, all the time. He even says stuff right to my face when we're in the same group, like, 'Don't you dare slow me down, human!' And he always finds some way to make every subject about Malleus, then drones on and on about how great he is." In regards to those intense feelings about Malleus, Ace says "[Sebek] takes it to a whole other level [...] I can see why people would idolize [Malleus]. But, like, you don't have to make it your entire personality, y'know?" Ace repeats these ideas in his Birthday Boy vignettes. “[Sebek]’s always yelling something or other about his precious Malleus. Oh yeah, and he talks down to us for being human. Dude's a total fae fanboy.”

In Sebek's School Uniform vignette, Sebek yells at Ace for running in the halls. Ace responds by calling him an "uptight nag" whose yelling will disturb other students. Ace also points out how pathetic Sebek comes across as after witnessing him trip over himself to apologize to Malleus. “Dude, nothing you say's gonna impress anyone after that sorry sight.” When Ace tries to leave the scene to make it to class, Sebek shouts at him. “You wait just a minute! I'm not finished! COME BACK HERE!” It should be noted that Ace is someone who always tries to find shortcuts or ways to get out of work whereas Sebek is strict and diligent. Their mindsets and values naturally clash.

This, I think, is a very good summary of most people's problems with Sebek. Ace is just saying what's on everyone's mind--and this makes sense for Ace's character, as he has consistently been the type of guy to call others out. He also encourages Yuu to do the same (in his Birthday Boy vignettes). This detail at least implies Ace finds it amusing on occasion to tease Sebek for his shortcomings.

We see Sebek’s behavior in class for ourselves in his Dorm Uniform vignettes. Ace actually appears in them too, remarking that Sebek is a “loudmouth”. This is something he echoes in his Birthday Boy vignettes; “Loudmouth doesn't even begin to describe him.” When Sebek starts arguing with his group members (some mobs) and refusing to work with them while simultaneously extolling Malleus, Ace says “Here we go again with Sebek and his ‘liege’… Man, imagine being grouped with that guy who […] All he had to do was play nice and let [the mob students] help. He CHOSE to make things harder. How does that guy even function in society?” Side note: In Ace’s Suitor Suit vignettes, he calls Sebek the “number-one worst contender” for a groom. Ace clearly thinks Sebek is unfriendly and annoying in areas extending beyond academics or school life. This is, of course, in addition to Ace finding his loud voice grating.

Later in the same vignettes, Ace and Deuce are forced to sit close to Sebek in the crowded cafeteria. Sebek insists to Lilia that his classes are going well, to which Ace starts snickering and reveals the truth: “Dude... No problems whatsoever? You've got nothing BUT problems, bro! Haha!” Deuce pitches in: “He got into a loud argument with some classmates during our defensive magic lesson. He called his groupmates ‘burdens’ and insisted on doing their entire project by himself.” Ace then says Sebek must think highly of himself and gets annoyed when his words are taken literally. “Do you not understand sarcasm either?” He tells Sebek to fix his attitude, but it doesn’t seem to work. Ace sighs and says he’s just wasting his breath on this.

Sebek’s Dorm Uniform vignettes illustrate Sebek’s general struggles to get along with all of his classmates, not just Ace or Ace specifically. Deuce notably also calls Sebek out for causing trouble for his peers, even stating “[…] as an aspiring honor student, I can't condone your behavior. Having confidence is fine and all, but you shouldn't make things harder for others. That's just being obnoxious.” Sebek pisses off the other first years in 7-34 too, calling them “shallow” and making a terrible first impression. Ace, who is also present, says that no one wants to be chummy with him anyway—not if he’s going to act like that.

In conclusion, Ace has explained his rationale for disliking Sebek many times over. Rather than saying Ace has a problem with Sebek, I think it would be more accurate to say that Ace has a problem with Sebek and is simply relaying the opinions that everyone else holds directly to Sebek’s face. (He gets annoyed that Sebek takes none of it to heart though.) As for the other party, Sebek chides Ace no differently than he would anyone else stepping out of line, not appreciating Malleus, or… just existing as a human 💀 He doesn’t seem to have issues with Ace other than his lax attitude (which could also apply to many other characters such as Leona).

In my opinion, Ace and Sebek are not rivals (at least not major ones), nor do they have specific beef with each other outside of one-off instances or whenever Ace is in the mood to lay down The Truth and embarrass Sebek. I see Ace and Deuce as your classic rivals and Sebek as like… a villain of the week who cameos here and there after his first appearance to cause shenanigans.

[icey--stars]

Hey I saw in your bio that your requests are open? Pls ignore if they aren't 🙏🏼 but I had this idea for Azris, and as the queen of Azris angst, I knew I had to at least share it with you

So I've been watching the Shadowhunters show (idk if you've seen it) but basically there's this seen where Jace gets possessed by some spirit thing and starts attacking his best friend, Alec. And they have a whole fight scene and it ends with Jace stabbing Alec with an arrow. All the while the ghost thing is talking THROUGH Jace and saying stuff like "Your boy's in there, screaming, begging me not to do this." And Alec is all like "it's ok, it's not your fault.". (I would highly recommend searching that scene up, it's the best angst inspo and I'm horrible at explaining)

Anyways imagine that buttt...AZRIS!!! What if after they are officially mated and everything, running their court, a new threat emerges that basically possess Eris who then attacks Azriel, maybe he stabs him, maybe there's a bit of burning involved (pls I'm sorry I know it sounds fucked up, but I love a good angst)

And then when Eris gets rid of whatever is controlling, how would they heal from that, like move on and stuff cuz I can imagine Eris would be feeling hella guilty and Az would want to forgive him but still be shaken up himself too...

Anyways if you do decide to write you can change it up as you like, I know whatever you come up with will be AMAZINGGG

You Would Never Hurt Me

Azriel is at a weekly family dinner when suddenly his bond with Eris alerts him to danger. What will happen when he realizes his mate is being controlled by another? What lengths will he go to? - 5.3k words of emotional pain.

Author's Note: Queen of Azris Angst? we sure? y'know what... i'll take it XD. I took a few creative liberties, but actually not too many... but I hope you enjoy :D

ouch my soul hurts. genuinely hurt me to write this but it just hurt so good. Also, I did end up changing the part about Az hesitating to forgive him because he was shaken up purely because the situation was so much more angsty with Az desperately trying to convince Eris everything is okay.

TW: Depictions of violence, mentions of blood, SEVERE burns, Azriel’s canon backstory, mind control trope, descriptions of severe injuries

also this was not edited very much. apologies for any mistakes!

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The newest threat to Prythian had been biding their time for a while. Azriel wasn’t going to lie that he was nervous. He and his spies in both courts he had close connections to had been unable to find anything of use. The only thing that they seemed to know was that this enemy was intelligent and not without power. They didn’t even know if it was a fae from the continent, Prythian or even Hybern. All reports had come up useless in the grander scheme of things.

“Az, if you keep that frown on your face, it might just become permanent,” Cassian teased. He’d gone to the weekly dinner at Velaris this week. This time, without Eris. Normally he’d come along, but Eris had decided he wanted to finish up some of the paperwork and work on training one of the newest ghost hound yearlings some more commands.

Azriel couldn’t help but feel tense over the matter since he knew he’d seen more signs of the enemy closer to the Autumn Court than anywhere else. It had his metaphorical hackles standing on end almost constantly.

Cassian nudged his shoulder with his knuckles. “Come on, Az,” his brother urged. “Relax a moment. I know you’d rather Eris be here, but he’s going to be just fine. He’s a damn High Lord of fire. I think he can manage a night without your shadows surrounding him.”

Azriel sighed, nodding in agreement. “Sorry, Cass,” He mused. “Something just feels off tonight.”

“How so?” Rhys questioned from across the table, still facing Nyx as he tried to bargain with the child over eating his greens.

Azriel shrugged. “The shadows are jittery. The darkness doesn’t bring comfort. Something is just off,” he replied.

Rhys hummed in acknowledgement. Feyre replied, “Is it about that threat?” She asked carefully. The bags under her eyes were evidence that the little Heir to the Night Court was still having trouble sleeping since his visit to the Illyrian camps.

“I’m not entirely sure. But I’ve seen more signs of them near the Autumn Court than anywhere else,” he admitted. “I wish we knew what they were capable of at the very least.”

“Whatever it is, Az, I’m sure we can handle it,” Rhys said, looking up toward him. “We’ve handled far worse than one crazed individual. But if you’re nervous and you’re not even going to eat what’s on your plate until you get back to your mate, none of us will fault you for leaving.”

Nesta nodded from where she sat beside Cassian, but she was also just playing with her foot with her fork. “That, or you can kidnap him and force him to attend dinner and book club,” Nesta mused, smirking as she glanced over at him.

Azriel scoffed in amusement. “I’m not so sure he’d appreciate that, Nes.”

Nesta chuckled. “No, but it’d make your sorry ass stop brooding for five minutes.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, turning away. He put his fork down. They weren’t wrong to say he couldn’t stomach food with this… itch of some sort bugging the hell out of him.

Suddenly, the bond twitched inside of him. Not a good twitch either.

Azriel sat up straight immediately, putting a hand to his chest when more emotions began flowing through. Worry. Confusion. Fear.

Azriel stood up as quickly as he could, shadows flaring out.

“Azriel,” Rhys mused from the table. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s in danger,” Azriel breathed.

Rhys immediately stood up. “In danger? Eris? The Lord of Fire?”

“Don’t make jokes, Rhys,” he begged, breathing a bit heavier. “Don’t follow me yet. The wards will stop you. Just… keep a tab on my mind. I have a feeling what this is. And it’s not a nightmare.”

Then he winnowed, feeling Rhys gently prod into his mind to stay as a presence just on the outside of his mind so he’d know what’s happening too.

Azriel followed the bond, sprinting as fast as possible through the Forest House until-

Eris was in his office.

But then something stopped. The bond stopped. Empty.

Azriel burst in, panting terribly as he spotted Eris standing at his desk.

“Eris?” He questioned hesitantly.

Eris turned around, but his eyes were distant. Azriel’s heart dropped like a stone when he heard emotionless words come out of his mate’s mouth. “Eris is not here, Illyrian mongrel.”

Azriel squared his shoulders, pressing his already glowing siphon to form his armor over his body. He crouched down imperceptibly. “Eris, this is not a funny joke.”

That was just his denial talking though. Eris had never called him an Illyrian mongrel.

“Oh, he doesn’t?” The male asked hauntingly. “Are you so sure? I know you can’t be… being a bastard and all.”

Something slammed into his mental walls and Azriel stumbled back just as Rhys seemed to reel back in his mind.

Azriel gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes open as he stared into Eris’s eyes, waiting for the familiar clarity to come back.

“You’re pathetic,” Eris snarked. “One measly hit and it almost took you down? Weak.”

Rhys seemed to be doing something akin to building a second wall from within his mind, battling off something. Azriel couldn’t spare any mental energy to figure out what it was.

“Eris… you need to come back,” He said, but it really came out more like pleading.

Flames sparked on Eris’s palms and Azriel couldn’t help his flinch. Though his mate had been helping him overcome his fear as of late, something… something felt wrong about this.

“Eris,” he warned, eyes drawn down to the fire unconsciously. “What are you doing?”

“My name is not Eris,” he hissed, stalking closer. A dagger summoned to Eris’s palm, the flame lighting up the dagger’s edges as if it was some glowing blade. If he hadn’t been so shocked over the loss of his bond and the fear for his mate, he would’ve thought it almost looked cool. But right now? It was downright terrifying.

The male leapt at him and Azriel raised up his arms in defense, dodging to the side with only a few centimeters to spare. He didn’t want to hurt Eris. That was on the forefront of his mind.

But what was he supposed to do when Eris was trying to hurt him?

“Eris,” he pleaded. “Come back to me.”

Eris chuckled, one of the ones reserved for the lords in the council when they were pissing him off. “You know, your mate is putting up quite the fight in here. He’s been trained against people like me, but clearly not like you and your little friend protecting you.”

Azriel spared the moment of suspension to ask Rhys: What’s happening? Who?

Daemati, was Rhys’s only response and it was said as if through gritted teeth.

Shit. Eris was being controlled by a daemati. And though he had faith in Rhys, he knew that the male didn’t have much practice in fighting his own kind.

Azriel’s shadows rose like asps preparing to strike above his shoulders, as if sensing that this was not their beloved mate. No. This was an enemy this time. But he couldn’t hurt what was his.

“Let him go,” Azriel snarled.

Eris put a finger to his chin, tilting his head as if considering the prospect before scoffing. “No.” Then Eris leapt at him again. Azriel hadn’t been prepared this time- too much in shock to truly focus. His shadows reached out to cover his mate’s wrists in a desperate attempt to try and return him back, but it didn’t stop the dagger from lodging itself deep in his shoulder and twisting.

Azriel couldn’t help the pained groan that escaped him. He flared his wings and pushed forward quickly, grabbing Eris’s shoulders and pushing the male back. Though they were of equal strength, Azriel was stronger physically if they really tested themselves.

But the daemati had control over Eris’s magic at that moment and Azriel couldn’t help his yelp when the flames suddenly engulfed his hands. He wanted to scream and run, to get into the sky and never return-

He couldn’t though. This was his mate.

Azriel felt tears dripping out of his eyes as he pushed Eris back against a wall. “Come back to me,” he begged brokenly while staring into Eris’s beautiful fire-colored eyes.

“Please,” he continued.

Keep him held there, Rhys demanded in his mind. And release your shields.

Azriel really didn’t have the mental capacity to question Rhys at this moment, so he simply obeyed. The other daemati swept in, but Rhys met it head-on. Another presence joined the battlefield too- a softer type of darkness. Feyre.

A headache was beginning to bloom behind his temples at all the action occurring in his mind. More than anything though, his hands burned. The daemati was more distracted so the flames were certainly not as hot as they could be, but it still hurt.

Talk to him, Feyre ordered sternly. Bring your mate out of the fire.

Azriel let out a choked sob, his wings flaring behind him as he pressed toward Eris and rested his forehead against his mate’s. “Eris,” he begged. “I know this isn’t you. Come back to me. I know you wouldn’t-”

He cut off with a groan as the flames burned hotter. His flesh might be melting off to be honest. But he couldn’t let him go. Not now. Not ever. Azriel let another sob tear out of his throat as he pressed desperately into Eris.

“Come back to me,” he pleaded brokenly. “This isn’t you, Eris. You’re my mate. You’re mine. And you would never hurt me.”

Let go now, Feyre yelled over whatever clashing was occurring on the battleground between their minds.

“I can’t,” Azriel sobbed. He couldn’t let Eris go. Not like this. Not now. He needed his mate to know he was there and he would forgive him.

Az, let him go before your hands melt off, Rhys snarled harshly.

Azriel sobbed and stumbled backward. Eris remained standing against the wall as Azriel curled his hands toward his chest, shadows curling around them quickly, providing a soothing cold touch to them.

He kept his eyes open, watching Eris and watching his eyes. There was a flicker of fire there. Just a flicker.

“Eris,” he said again. The eyes went distant again and he snarled at the daemati, hoping the bastard could hear him over all the clashing. “Let him go. Let my mate go. Let Eris go, you-”

He couldn’t come up with an insult that could encompass all the hate he felt toward the being at this moment.

The bond flickered and Azriel clutched his chest. That put an idea in his head and he immediately brought all the love he felt for the male in front of him and shoved it down the bond as forcefully as he could. As well as some determination he hoped Eris would interpret as ‘You’re better than it. Fight back. You’re mine.’

Eris suddenly collapsed against the wall, body slumping into the floor. Azriel rushed forward before his head could slam into it as well. He cradled the male in his lap, tears still pouring down his cheeks. Everything was too much and not enough. He needed Eris, and that was about the only thing he could interpret.

“Eris, Eris, Eris,” he began repeating, pushing the hair out of his mate’s face desperately even as his shadows reported the door slamming open and Rhys with Cassian came running in.

They tried to grab his arms and drag him away but he fought harshly. “No! Don’t make me leave him,” he begged them. He needed to know his mate would be alright.

“We’ll get him too, Az,” Cassian said, pulling even more. “Rhys will get him. Come on, before your hands-”

Azriel held onto Eris even more, not wanting to leave his mate alone and afraid. Even if he was unconscious now, he would wake up and feel regret over something that wasn’t even in his control. He knew he would. But Azriel needed to be there so he could comfort him.

“Azriel,” Rhysand commanded sharply. “Let him go. Go to Madja.”

He wanted to disobey the command so badly, but his strength gave out and Cassian scooped him up onto his feet. Rhys picked Eris up into his arms and then they were winnowing straight into Madja’s clinic. Someone must’ve warned her because she already had a bucket of cold water that Cassian forced his hands into.

“Stay still,” Cassian ordered when he tried to twist and see where Rhys was taking his mate. “You’ve got to cool your hands down,” He told him. “Eris is just fine. He’s going to get checked out by Madja. You are going to get healed before your hands scar even worse with more permanent damage. Do you realize your skin is melting off?”

“But Eris-” Azriel tried to protest.

“Do not make me order you again, Az!” Rhys called from the other room. He saw Feyre winnow in as well, running toward where Rhys was. And Azriel was stuck here, useless, with his hands in a goddamn bucket. He couldn’t even feel the pain in the wake of knowing his mate was hurt.

He sobbed through his teeth. This was worse than his brothers burning his hands. This was so much worse than even the worst injuries he’s sustained in war or his line of work.

Feyre suddenly came up to him and her gentle presence ghosted along the edges of his mind before soothing something he didn’t even realize was tearing him apart from the inside it seemed like. The headache eased slightly.

“Is he okay?” He asked, looking up at Feyre. She had the most caring expression on her face and he wanted it gone.

“Rhys is with him right now,” Feyre told him. “Madja is there too, but you’re the main concern right now. He’s only going to have mental wounds. But Rhys can fix it, don’t worry,” she added on quickly when his face dropped.

“How?” He asked. “That kind of-”

“We caught it early and Rhys saw what was damaged in the fight. It’s okay, Azriel. He’s going to be okay. Now we need to make sure your hands are going to be okay, alright? Breathe and keep that even head I know you have. Eris is okay.”

Azriel sighed and slumped against whatever was nearby in relief. It ended up being Cassian. He trusted Feyre. Eris was going to be okay. And that was the only thing that mattered.

“Come on, Az,” Cassian urged, holding him up gently while still keeping his hands dunked in the water. “Your panicking will not help him if he wakes up.”

Azriel breathed and his shadows came up to whisper assurances that Eris was in the other room on a bed with Rhys and Madja. Cared for. He forced his body to come back from whatever super-adrenaline state it had gotten itself into.

“That’s it,” Cassian encouraged. “That’s good, Az. Do you feel any pain yet?”

At the mention, yes. His hands burned and not in any sort of good way. He didn’t dare look into the water. He probably couldn’t anyway since it was bloody. That probably wasn’t a good sign. The stabbing in his shoulder hurt, but it was duller than his hands at the moment.

“Yes,” he gritted out, huffing out some breath to suck more in anew as the pain now took over his being.

“I’ll get Madja,” Feyre said.

“No-” He said. “Leave her with Eris. I’m okay.”

“Eris is unconscious and Rhys is fully capable of caring for him. I’ll go over there too to help. But you need healing.”

Azriel sighed, knowing this wasn’t something Feyre would allow so he gave up on the argument early. “Okay,” he breathed. “Make sure he’s alright. Please.”

Feyre left and Madja was walking in quickly. “Get your shadows to cover your own eyes,” She ordered. The shadows, not completely under his will at the moment, took initiative and covered his eyes while she pulled his hands out of the cold water. They were numb in some places and burning in others.

Madja let out a harsh breath. “Do not lift that blindfold,” she told him and then the burning returned tenfold and he knew she was pushing healing magic into his hands. Cassian kept him restrained even as he tried to keep screams from bubbling out of his throat.

Alas, he could only stop them for so long and they soon spilled out. He lost any and all breath in his lungs all too quickly. Probably a good thing. Cassian kept him in a firm hold which grounded him somewhat but it hurt.

When he was finally given a reprieve, he was halfway towards passing out. When the pain mostly receded to a harsh ache, he finally drew in breath and slumped back against Cassian with his eyes closed.

“Come on, Az,” Cassian encouraged. “Let’s get you over to Eris, alright? Madja will wrap your hands there.”

Azriel could barely spare a hum of acknowledgement before he was being manhandled to his feet and forced to walk on shaky knees with droopy eyelids. His shadows had dropped back down to his hands, covering them from sight. Maybe that was a good thing, he decided. As soon as he saw Eris, he tried reaching out for his mate, but Cassian slapped his arm down.

“You are not using your hands, Az. Sit your ass down,” Cassian ordered. His brother helped him get out of his armor and leathers so he was just in his undershirt and pants.

He was forced to sit on the stool nearby, but was allowed to scoot it as close as possible to Eris to lean down over the bed and rest his forehead against Eris’s skin, breathing his mate’s scent in. It calmed his nerves just enough for him to finally take a deep breath.

Madja came in and forced him to hold himself up for a few more minutes while she wrapped his hands in white bandages as well as his shoulder. Then he was allowed to rest. Rhys pulled away from Eris eventually and he perked up, looking at his brother.

“He’ll be alright,” Rhys assured him. “At most, he won’t remember the fight, which I’d say is a mercy.”

Azriel sighed in relief and rested his head back down into Eris’s now cold palm since he couldn’t hold it properly. There, he fell asleep.

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Azriel didn’t know how much time passed when he awoke. His hands ached like none other and if he had to be honest: everything hurt. Apparently, almost having your mate be gone to mind control by a daemati gave you some really bad tension to deal with. Specifically in his shoulders which were always the hardest to get at. Impossible now because of the thick bandages on his hands. The stab felt as if it’d already healed over. Perks of Illyrian healing, he supposed.

He lifted his head from wherever he was laying and squinted when he looked to his left and saw an empty bed.

“Eris?” He said aloud, sitting up and glancing around more. Someone must’ve moved him to the bed. But where was his mate? Azriel needed to be with him.

Suddenly, a burst of calm exploded from his chest and Azriel gasped for breath, not even realizing he’d been holding it. The bond. Thank the fucking Cauldron it was back. It meant that Eris was awake and okay enough to not be… well, dying.

Azriel groaned as he stood up, flexing his wings out behind him as he stared down at his hands. For Madja to have wrapped them so much he couldn’t even move his wrists… he must’ve gotten burned quite badly, he deduced. But, priority number one was finding Eris.

He tugged on the bond once, slowly wandering out toward where Madja usually sat in her clinic.

Eris was beside her.

Azriel breathed deeply at last, relief coursing through his veins at the sight of his mate being awake and even having a conversation with Madja over something relating to some sort of bright orange plant that looked like fire. He stumbled his way over there as quickly as he could, wrapping his arms around Eris and pressing his nose into the junction of his neck and shoulder to breathe in his scent.

Eris, however, had frozen. And that sent ice barreling through Azriel. What had happened?

“Hi Az,” Eris said hesitantly.

Azriel pulled away immediately, coming around to see Eris from the front to try and discern what the problem was.

For some reason, he had a guilty look on his face. Not a joking one- no, it was similar to the one he had when he figured out he’d accidentally forgotten something in court which led to the death of some farmers. A broken sort of regret.

“Eris, what’s wrong?” Azriel asked, brows furrowed in concern. “What happened? Did someone do something before I woke up? I’ll kill them for you with or without my hands,” he said, rage already pooling in his heart at the thought of someone making his mate feel this sort of guilt.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Eris waved him off, averting his gaze to the ground. “Nobody did anything besides that damned daemati.”

“I’m already killing him,” Azriel said to try and assure his mate. “I’m going to find him, tear his head from his shoulders and put it on a pike. Give the body to the scavengers and the head can be a personal trophy until it decays.”

A small chuckle came out of his mate’s chest and Azriel warmed up considerably, glad he could at least get that out of Eris. A chuckle was a start.

“Come on, Eris,” Azriel said, bringing his bandaged hands up to cup Eris’s cheeks. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m not blind.”

Eris sighed and then gently grabbed Azriel’s forearms to hold his hands up. “This is what’s wrong,” he pointed out as if it was obvious.

Azriel’s brows furrowed. Then he realized. “Eris, these are not your fault. These are that bastard’s fault.”

“It was my fire that burned you, Az,” Eris argued, releasing his hands and standing up.

Madja stood as well. “I’ll let you two talk this out. Let me know if someone starts dying,” she says as she walks out.

Azriel looked at Eris, checking him from top down for any injuries or other apparent signs of his emotions. Both males had tells even if they were masters at hiding away.

“It was your fire controlled by that bastard,” Azriel argued, pressing forward. He paused when Eris backed up, even more concerned. It’d been centuries since Eris had backed away from his comfort. 

“Eris,” he spoke softly. “I would’ve held you back even if my wings were burned off my shoulders. It is not your fault. Take away that guilt from your mind right fucking now. I could’ve let go the instant the daemati lit the flames, but guess what? I didn’t, did I?”

Eris looked sheepishly now and Azriel opened up his arms.

“It’s okay, Eris. You would never hurt me. I know that. You should already know that,” Azriel insisted. “My hands will heal in time. There’s a reason Madja is so esteemed as a healer. And I’m pretty sure she even got to the burns faster than the guards did when I was 8. The only reason I can speak about that night and not fear the flames is because of you.”

Eris now had tears running down his face and Azriel dared a step forward.

Eris didn’t move, but he didn’t come closer either. “I’m sorry,” Eris whispered, closing his eyes.

“You would never hurt me,” Azriel repeated.

“Your hands-”

“I don’t give a fucking shit about my hands,” Azriel cut him off. “I’d rather my entire arm be torn off than be in a world where you’re controlled by a daemati. Don’t you realize that? I would do anything to protect you. My hands being burned is the least of my worries.”

“Az, I still burned you. In the worst of places,” Eris argued.

“You did not burn me,” Azriel insisted. “You would never hurt me. Trust yourself on that, huh? Trust me on it at the very least.”

Eris choked on a sob and Azriel opened up his arms again. Finally, finally, his mate went stumbling into his comfort.

“I should have fought harder against his control,” Eris said, voice broken and muffled against Azriel’s shoulder. “I could have. But it was just so hard. It felt like everything in my mind had gone under ice, yet I could feel the heat escaping me. Burning you. I tried so hard and it didn’t work-“

“Shh…” Azriel hushed, holding Eris as tight as he could. “You did the best you could, Eris. The fact you even still remember the experience is a miracle in itself. Daemati can be very damaging. Can scratch memories. Rhys was able to repair them but I was so worried about you. You have no clue.”

Eris sobbed wetly into his shoulder and Azriel felt tears slipping down his own cheeks as well. He let his emotions flow freely over the bond. Eris’s were still a mix of guilt, but now it was more of a lost hopelessness than true guilt. More of a “I don’t know how to fix this” kind of look.

“There is nothing that you did wrong,” Azriel whispered. Eris hugged him tighter and he smiled, squeezing him back as well. His shadows were helping him give more force behind it since he was unable to use his hands and the damn plush of the bandages did not help.

“I don’t know what happened beyond the fact I burned you,” Eris admitted. “I was caught off guard since I was tired and waiting for you to come home. He just… snuck between my mental walls and latched on like a damn leech.”

“You need to rest more. Now that we know we’re dealing with a daemati, we need to keep mental shields sharp. But luckily we have some of the most powerful daemati on our side. It’s already two against one,” Azriel joked.

Eris chuckled and finally pulled away to meet Azriel’s eyes. “I’m going to help you heal your hands,” he declared. “I’ll help you with everything. Anything. Writing? Done. Massage or oil? Done.”

“If this is you trying to make up for a fake mistake, don’t,” Azriel said seriously.

“This is me helping my mate through an injury,” Eris replied, giving a small reassuring smile despite the obvious signs he’d been crying not even a few seconds ago.

“Good,” Azriel told him. “I’ll definitely take you up on the writing part. I’ve got to write down things about what happened. See if we can piece together clues. And maybe it’ll help you piece together your memory,” he added.

Eris nodded. “Anything,” he repeated.

“But first,” Azriel said, putting one bandaged hand up, “We’re going to bathe because we both stink.”

Eris couldn’t help the laugh that exploded from his chest and it made Azriel all the merrier. He loved making him laugh like this.

“Agreed,” his mate replied. “Maybe we should talk to Madja about the wrapping of your hands first?”

Azriel nodded in agreement. “Then a warm bath,” he added. “I may take you up on the massage you mentioned,” he joked. “My shoulders ache.”

“You were sleeping on a goddamn stool when I woke up,” Eris said, scoffing in amusement. “Of course your back is hurting, bat. You should have laid in the bed not even two feet away.”

“I needed to be close to you,” Azriel admitted. “I thought I wouldn’t sleep like the dead and be awake with you but…”

Eris chuckled. “You always sleep like the dead when your face is buried in my scent. Honestly, you shouldn’t have expected any differently.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. But the little banter also assured him that Eris was truly okay. At least for now, those thoughts of guilt had been warred against and lost.

Cassian came jogging in loudly suddenly and he sighed in relief when he spotted them. “Thank the fucking Cauldron you are both awake,” he panted. “Az? How are your hands?”

“Hurt, but they’re fine,” Azriel dismissed. “How bad were they?”

“You do not want to know,” Cassian replied.

“I would,” Eris spoke up. “After all, who knows how to heal burns better than the Fire Lord who deals them out?” He said. But luckily, his tone was lighthearted. No guilt to be seen. If there was, Azriel would’ve slapped the back of his head to reprimand those feelings.

Cassian hesitated, but then sighed. “Skin was practically melted off. Some parts were down to the bone. Bloody as hell,” he briefly described.

Azriel sucked in a breath, gazing down at his own hands. How had he not felt that? Apparently, his concern over Eris had been that powerful. Eris also seemed frozen in shock.

Cassian shrugged. “They looked better after Madja used all her healing magic on them. I think the only thing she was concerned about was the potential damage to your sense of touch, Az. Like, light touches.”

Azriel hummed in response. “It certainly wouldn’t be any different than the aftermath of my old injury,” he admitted. “Just takes a few years for it to return to normal.”

Cassian hummed. “Well, anyway, I was just coming here to check up on you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

“We’re fine,” Azriel assured his brother. After a moment of hesitation, he sighed and said, “Thank you, Cass. You kept a level head.”

Cassian scoffed. “Someone had to. You should’ve seen Rhys. He was practically catatonic with the mental battle. I’m surprised his or your head didn’t burst. Or Eris’s for that matter.”

Eris chuckled softly at that, but didn’t say anything. Azriel glanced at him before stretching his arms out best he could without the use of his hands. “Anyway, we’re off to get clean,” he declared.

“Tell Rhys the Autumn Court isn’t getting one of my brothers as ruler just yet,” Eris joked.

Cassian chuckled and nodded. “Don’t die,” he replied with a snicker before walking back where he came from. Wing beats told them that he’d actually left.

Madja was walking back in too. “While I’d rather keep your hands wrapped, Azriel, I do agree that you two need to bathe,” she explained. “I’ll unwrap them, but they’re going back on immediately after.”

The shadows floated towards her, some settling on the bandages of his hands as if in question to continue the order she gave them last time.

“I believe it will be alright if he sees his hands now, my friends,” Madja told them with a sweet smile. “Let’s get them unwrapped now.”

Barely fifteen minutes later, Azriel and Eris were sitting together in the bathtub, mostly just relaxing. Azriel pulled his hands up out of the lukewarm water (more strict instructions from Madja) to examine them. His old scars… were almost gone. As if burned or melted away. Instead, deep indents remained. His hands felt as if they had lost weight and he couldn’t move his fingers yet, but Madja had told him the muscles still needed time to realize they weren’t melted anymore.

Regardless, it looked odd. The skin was pulled tight. But something felt off about them.

Eris put a hand on his wrists to put his hands back in the water and draw his attention. “It’ll just take time,” Eris assured him.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of burns this bad,” Azriel admitted.

“I have,” Eris said. “Normally it took a few years, but they did eventually heal if they survived the initial burning.”

Azriel hummed. “Guess you’ll be doing the paperwork for a while,” he joked.

Eris scoffed, smiling. “Indeed I will,” he agreed.

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A/N: hope you enjoyed (and cried at least once because I SOBBED while writing this)

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[roadkillremi]

Assistant to the Director

Kinktober, Bonus out of 11

Dilf! Randy X F!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23. Uncle Randy list

Summary:You're 25 and just got a starter job as an Assistant to one of Hollywood's biggest Horror Director at the Time, Randy Meeks. You knew he was a survivor of the Ghostface killings but you didn't know how H O T he was. Randy's around 33-37 making this around 2010-2014

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Corruption, Readers a Virgin, Language, P in V, oral (m receiving), praise, slight Degrading, sexual thoughts.

"I apologize! I was trying to find out where I was going!" You quickly explained. He looked down at you with a smile, "It's fine.".

You held your notebook tightly as you walked through the studio. Special effect workers went back and forth on set and to actors. You couldn't help but be amazed by the whole thing. You looked around for an office of sorts, you weren't paying attention when you ran into someone.

It was him. Randy Meeks in the Flesh. The man who single handedly changed Horror. You stared at him for a moment to take him all in.

"I.. Hi! I'm Y/N I was Hired to be your assistant!" You smiled. He nodded, "I thought you were too pretty to be the camera man." He jokes.

"It's great to meet you! So the office is through there! But we usually stay over here. Today's just some takes. Nothing big. I'll have you write down some stuff like if we're missing a prop. And My last assistant should've taught you how to contact anyone." He rambled. You were lost by his blue eyes, how could no one mention how hot he was?

"Uh, yeah. She did!" You smiled. He nodded, "Great, don't worry you are not the assistant to get coffee. I get my own coffee.". He went to sit down his designated chair.

"Can we get an extra Chair!!" He shouted. Someone got a chair and placed it beside him. You sat in the chair and looked at the set.

"What do you think?" He asked. You looked at him, his face was serious. He valued your opinion, "It looks great. A lot of green so I'm assuming run down.". He nodded, "Yeah, this is a take for a zombie movie they have me doing.".

"Why does this place have no zombies?" You looked at him. He paused staring at the set, "Good question.". He looked down at his papers, "It's about 5 miles from the city...so we probably should have some, huh?"

"Maybe" you smiled. He smiled back and walked over to someone. You sat still taking it all in, this was it. A better job with better people, you leaned back and opened your notebook.

"Excuse me? Wheres Meeks?" A blond stared at you. You looked up, "He went that way!". You pointed and smiled, she nodded and studied your features.

"Who are you?" She asked softly. Your stomach knotted, "I'm the new assistant.". She glanced over in Randy's direction, "Good luck.". She walked over to his direction leaving you. You squirmed a bit in your chair feeling weird not doing anything.

Randy sat back down beside you, "So we're gonna do some takes here then we have to go downtown for some different takes.".

"Got it." You smile. He smiled back, "Okay everyone! I need to see some actors in five minutes!" He shouted. You heard people yell back at him. Once the takes began you got to see him work. He leaned back his fingers on his chin. You glanced over noticing the veins on his arms. His beard was trimmed well and his blue eyes studied everything. You sat up and crossed your legs tightly hoping to fight some ungodly urge to jump him.

The day went by shooting scenes. You were in your new office which was besides Randy's. It was late and you typed at your computer looking almost dead. Randy came out of his office with an obnoxious yawn.

"Almost done?" He asked walking over. He sat in front of your desk, "Um, yeah.. just one more thing.". He grinned, "Alright, I didn't want to leave you here all alone.". You nodded with a small smile, "Are you liking your job so far." He tried to make conversation.

"Yeah, it's way better than my last one." You signed out of the computer and stood up stretching.

"Well I was gonna get a cheeseburger. If you wanna join." He offered. You smiled at his awkward attempt to ask you out.

"Id like that." You smiled. He smiled back, "Great, it's on me!".

You parked your car beside his in the parking lot. You got the car locking it, "Ready?" He called out. You nodded walking over to him and went inside. You ordered a Deli sandwich and he got a cheeseburger. You sat in a booth with a big window showing the parking lot.

"So what made you work in the film industry?" He asked before biting into his burger.

"Uh, I wanted to be a director but it's harder for females. So I was told to start from the ground up." You picked up your sandwich. He nodded, "True. But I can't say it's gonna be easier for you. It's a uh, throat to throat business. Like I met John Carpenter and he was threatened by me!" He complained.

"No way!" You exclaimed. He nodded, "Way.". You shook your head biting into your sandwich.

"Did you take film classes or something?" He asked with his mouth full.

"Yeah. I did film theory, screenwriting, special effects. All that stuff." You leaned back into the booth.

"How'd you like it?"

"It was alright. The theory class was about more recent movies. But I prefer older slashers though." You smirked. He pointed at you, "Ah, Good Girl! People need more classic horror movie lovers!". Your heart dropped, good girl, no one's ever called you that. You slightly smiled before taking a bite of your sandwich.

His blue eyes peered into your eyes, "Well I hope you stick around for a good bit. I enjoy your company..". You nodded in agreement, "I hope I can.".

"Well I'll make a deal. Every Thursday I take you to get burgers as long as you stay." He leaned back. You tilted your head to the side, "Do you do this with all your assistants?".

"Only the amusing ones." He smiled. You sighed, "Deal.".

Working with Randy was easy, he'd tell you jokes to keep the day good. He'd get you coffee when he got himself coffee. He'd make sure you were almost done when he left. Thursday nights were even better, you'd try to look nice. He'd pay for dinner and get to know you better. He never pushed or tried to be with you.

Oh but you wish he did. You wished he'd grab you with those muscular hands. The way he'd lick his lips before speaking. Something about him just turned you on in a way no one ever has. You knew it was wrong, he was your boss. But you wish he'd bend you over his desk and just have at it. Instead you just kept it to yourself and wrote notes in your notebook.

It was a late night and you were swamped with emails. The scene didn't go as planned, Randy and you were stuck in the office until ten pm. He slumped out of his office and glanced at you.

"Rough day, huh?"

"Yeah.." you mumbled. You sighed putting your face into your hands.

"You can go home. I got the rest. I'm sure your boyfriend, girlfriend or whatever is gonna be happy to see you." He took a sip of coffee. You glanced up at him, "I uh.. I don't have a partner.".

"Oh. Sorry.. I uh".

"It's fine." You gently sat up to get a better look at him.

"I thought a pretty girl like you was taken."

Oh he's smooth. Your heart skipped a beat. He was nothing like the geek in the stab movies.

"well I wasn't exactly Ms.Popular." you gripped the arms of your seat. Your heart is pounding against your ribs. He smirked, "Me neither. Well goodnight.".

"Goodnight.".

That's when the flirting began, it was subtle. Just compliments here and there. Once you accepted them and subtly flirted back it got more serious. Flowers on your desk, coffee always ready for you. Dinner for more fancy, his hand brushing against yours.

The movie was about to wrap up and you had to prepare for the premieres. You were busy scheduling times and dates for Randy. It was another late night and he shuffled out to the printer. You glanced up at him, his brown hair was a mess. Spikes of it out the side, you looked back at the computer. You bit your lip looking down at yourself.

"Um, if you want I can get take out delivered." You broke the silence. He turned towards you and smiled, "That'd be great.". You opened a drawer with take out menus. The previous assistant left them stating he always would ask for take out.

You grabbed some and brought them to him. He looked over and took them, you smiled and adjusted your dress. Maybe you were too dressed up for your job. But it was just for him, no one else. He'd glance at your chest before quickly looking away.

"Uh, Chinese is fine.. I'll be in my office just.. knock uh.. yeah" he left you alone by the printer. You looked down to see the papers he left. You stood there contemplating to bring them. You grabbed them and slowly opened the door. He sat in his chair almost passed out.

How could someone fall asleep so quick? You placed his papers down and looked at him. You cleared your throat waking him up. He looked at you and jumped, "Sorry!".

"You're fine. Randy I need to talk to you.." you sat down in the chair Infront of his desk. He nodded sitting up, "What's up?".

"I like you... a lot.. but I can't lose this job." You slowly explained. He blinked and slightly grinned, "uh.. I like you as well..". You smiled, "I understand if we can't do Thursday dinners anymore.". He then seemed disappointed, "Oh, I guess not.".

"But what if we did?" He asked. You looked up at him, "Randy.. I don't think you understand..". He looked at you puzzled, you took a deep breath.

"I like you in a sexual way." You cleared up. His eyes widened and face went pink. He leaned back in his chair, "Oh.".

"Yeah.." you looked down embarrassed. He fidgeted slightly, "What if I like you in a sexual way?".

"I.. would I be fired?" You panicked.

"No!" He quickly reassured. You calmed down, "I won't tell anyone." He said softly. You nodded, "I'm sorry.".

"Don't be. We don't have to act on it. We'll just be professional." He leaned back into his chair. Your heart sunk, "What if I don't want to.. keep it professional.". Randy went silent, you dug yourself in a deep hole. You got up and looked down at him.

"I never felt this way for anyone. I just.. I really want to be with you." You whispered. You bit the inside of your cheek hoping he'd agree. He stood up and looked down, "I don't wanna ruin your chances of becoming a director.".

"I understand.." you whisper.

"You're really smart and bright. And I'm just some geek that survived murders from years ago. Besides there has to be someone your age.." he tried to help. You sighed pulling him into a kiss, he slowly grabbed your waist.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. You nod, "Yes.. but I..uh before we do..". He studied your face, "What is it?".

"I'm a virgin...I've never.. done anything like this " you softly say. Randy's mouth twitched a bit into a smile. You looked up at him for a sign.

"That's alright.". He leaned closer pushing the back of your legs onto his desk. He pushed all his papers and knick-knacks into the floor. He laid you down on the desk and looked at your body.

"God.. you're so stunning.." he slid his hands up your thighs. Your dressed scrunched up revealing your already soaked underwear. He gave you a toothy smile, "so wet... haven't even done anything..". You felt embarrassed about your lack of experience. He glanced up at your face, "Have you ever.. touched yourself?".

You're face went redder, you slowly shook your head no. You never had a reason to, he bit his lip.

"I can show you.." he whispered. You nodded quickly, he gently grabbed your hand. He placed it on your clothed core, he gently rubbed it in circles. He watched your lips part slightly, he grinned.

"That's it.. it's okay to moan.." he encouraged. You nodded slightly, he slid your underwear off and moved your hand back. He placed his and your middle finger on the entrance.

"It.. may hurt.." he warned. You nodded and hit your lip preparing yourself. He pushed your fingers in taking both of them at once. You tilted your head back letting out an aroused moan. He leaned over your body as he continued to help finger you.

"Mm.. who knew my assistant was such a dirty girl?.. under all those cute clothes and hard work. Just someone who wanted to be fucked." He teased. You whined as you closed your legs around his arm.

"Are you gonna come already?" He asked softly. You weren't sure if you were, you blinked at him. Your stomach was already knotting, your opening throbbing.

"I .. I don't know" you whined. He nodded, "It's alright, you'll know when it's time.". You nodded as you let out a moan. You tilted your head back as a wave of pleasure washed over. He leaned down leaving a trail of kissing on your neck.

You tried to focus on the feeling of him. The feeling of Randy Meeks being on top of you. You wouldn't have guessed the same geek from the movies would be so talented at this. You lifted your legs up to his sides and arched your back. A giant ball of warmth formed, you bit your lip and gripped his desk.

"I think I'm.. I'm gonna.." you tried to form a sentence. He looked up at you and smiled, he entered another one of his fingers and curled them. He listened to your moans echo off his office walls. You shakily brought your legs down and breathed heavily. He stood up taking yours and his fingers out. You brought your hand to your face. The slick juice coated your fingers, you glanced at Randy. Who was licking his fingers off, he looked down at you and smiled. You lazily sat up, "That.. that was great..".

"..oh princess.. we're not done." He studied your face. You looked at him a bit shocked, "What?".

"I'm not done with you.." he leaned close to your face.

"Unless you want to go. Which is fine." He added. You shook your head no, "Please.. continue.". He smiled and unzipped the fly of his jeans. You looked down at them feeling a pool of arousal form. He snickered as he unbuttoned his pants.

"Can you get on your knees for me?" He asked politely. You nodded getting off the desk, your got on your knees looking up at him. He put his hand under your chin, "Ready?".

"Yes..." you whispered. He smiled taking his member out. You stared at it, the tip craved your touch, he craved your touch. He tilted his head down at you, "Know what to do?". You sat there and gently held it.

"My..my mouth?" You asked softly.

"Yes, baby. Your mouth. Can you do that for me?".

You looked down at it, you gave it a little kitten lick. He bit his lip waiting for more. You licked a long strip up before putting it in your mouth. He let out a satisfied sigh as you moved your head. He put his hand on your head to help guide you. He groaned grabbing a bit of hair as he guided you.

His cock hit the back of your throat multiple times, causing you to drool. You gripped his thighs for balance as he began to face fuck you. He pulled your head back sliding his cock out. You looked up at him, cheeks red and face covered in drool. He smiled and helped you up.

"You're doing so well...learning so much hm?" He rubbed your shoulders. You nodded, "Mhm.." you lazily hummed.

"Like what?" He wanted to hear all that he's done.

"How.. how to finger myself.. and how to give a blow job.." you weakly explain. He grinned giving you a kiss, "good girl.".

He sat back in his office chair looking up at your now wrinkled dress. You stood there looking down at him. You felt vulnerable and a bit excited. Randy grabbed your hips sitting you on his lap. He massaged the side of your hip through your dress.

"How are you feeling?" He checked in. You lean towards ur head down to his shoulder.

"Weak ... and tingaly." You breathed. He sighed, "Poor girl .. never got my cock inside of her.". You nuzzled your face into his neck. He smirked, "Do you feel alright to keep going?". You nodded slowly trying to steady your breath. He smirked pulling the rest of your dress off. You let him as if you were a ragdoll leaning back against him. He gently rubbed your back before standing you up. You wobble a bit as you stand he slowly turned you around bending you over.

Your heart raced, your fantasy was happening. Your cheek pressed against the wood, you darted your eyes up at him. He scanned your body running one hand up your back. You took in a shaky breath, he dragged the tip through your folds. You breath hitched up as your hole squeezed around nothing. He chuckled slightly watching it clenched for him.

"Ready?". You closed your eyes amazing the desk was a soft bed. Maybe your fantasy wasn't convenient for this sort of thing. Then again you didn't think Randy would like the idea of this.

"Baby?" He leaned down close to your ear. You opened your eyes, "Mhm..". He stood back up placing his hand in the middle of your back. He pressed in gently helping you adjust. You gasped clenching around him, he let out a low moan.

"you're so tight.." he breathed slowly thrusting into you. You whined feeling his thick length inside you. He picked up the pace pressuring his hand down more.

"So precious... such.. such a good girl.. letting me ruin you like this.." he moaned. You whimpered reaching the edge of the desk. You grasped it holding yourself still for him.

Your thighs burned as he pressed into you. Your brain felt foggy not being able to think of complete words. Just him, the feeling of him taking you. His arms wrapped around hips pulling you up. You leaned back against him trying to hold yourself up.

"Feeling alright?" He whispered. His breath warmed your ear causing you to lean in more. You nodded moaning softly, he slowed down his pace causing you to whimper.

"I think I should stop."

You tightened your grip on his arm and looked up at him. You wanted to say no to beg him to keep going. He raised his eyebrow looking down at you. You parted your lips to try to speak, he thrust into you. He chuckled as your face melted into pleasure. He laid you back on the desk continuing what he started. His grip on your hips burned as he squeezed them.

You choked on your moans feeling overwhelmed. His cock continuously hits your g-spot, he grunt softly.

"I'm.. I'm gonna come inside you. Is that okay?" He moaned. You nodded your mouth flowing with whimpers.

"Gonna make you all mine..." he whispered. You tightened around him feeling your stomach knot.

"Taking me so well... turning you into such a dirty girl..." he grunting releasing himself in you. You whined, your legs shaking beneath him.

"I..I'm gonna.." you tried to form a sentence. He continued at a steady pace leading to you to your orgasm.

"that's it .. just let it happen.." he whispered. You let out a deep breath grasping into the desk tightly. You tried to stand up but wobbled into him. He caught you, "whoa... how about you spend the night at my place?". You nodded and gave him a lazy smile, "Id like that.".

You softly groaned and blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the light. You sat up glancing around the room. There were horror movie posters evenly hung. A dresser with more collectable items from comic books. You looked down at Randy who was fast asleep. You ran your hand through his messy brown hair. He groaned leaning into your touch.

"Good morning" you whispered. He grinned into his pillow, "Morning..". You kissed his forehead laying back down beside him. He reached out for your waist pulling you closer to him.

"Randy?" You whispered.

"Hm?" He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Are we... together?" You whispered, your voice shook. He looked at you, "if you want to be.".

"I do. I wanna be with you .." you admitted. He smiled, "good.. we'll just have to keep it a secret. But it seems you're pretty good at that." He grins.

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[maybankslover]

1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back — Jj Maybank ANGST

so I was watching Jess and Rory Gilmore edits the other night, right at the scene when he just got expelled from high school right before graduation and he hide it from her all day. they went to a party, he seemed a little gloomy but still trying to hold it in, bcs she was so excited for this party (her bsf performing her band for the first time).

and I was thinking, with Jj’s being so obviously easy to rile up- even more so when he’s stressed. on the other hand, she’s a very caring individual (he never had anything to complain about that before so she thinks he just enjoy being cared for), she notices things and she could not help to ask him again and again that day on how he’s doing. he def doesnt wanna tell her what’s going on yet, with his own reasoning.

at one point they’re in a room tgt, making out (his way to avoid talking), again she notices how his moves aren’t like the usual, eiter sloppier/rougher in a way she doesnt like so she pulled away and tried to once more ask him what’s going on and he justs snaps.

“oh for fucks sake, won’t you strop being so nosy?!” or something hurtful to mock the way she cares so much along the way. and she could only reply with “I don’t know what I did” with her shaky voice and runs away from him. she was speechless and starts questioning everything that is about their relationship.

I know this is a lot of words and I’d reaaally appreciate it if you decided to write on this!✨ you can also change and add your own ideas. either this would be with comfort or not and how this ends.

1 step forward 3 steps back- jj maybank

jj maybank x pogue!reader

warnings: pure angst, mention of sex, mention of rough sex.

summary: he snaps at her

playlist: 1 step forward 3 steps back by olivia rodrigo

a/n: to lif who requested this, I hope i made justice to what you had in mind and I tried to add the second part of the request with the mom issues. <3

jj's mood had been off for a couple days now, y/n didn't know if she had done something to make him mad and snappish but things had been rough at home with her mother being more violent than usual with her words and she didn't had the mental strength for the very possible fight the two of them would have if she tried once again to ask him what was going on.

he didn't want to say a single thing about how he got expelled and wouldn't be graduating with his friends and girlfriend, knowing how excited y/n was about prom made hin feel like shit for not being more careful.

when john b mentioned the party at some kook's house, that to surprise of everyone got along with them, where the band of some classmates would be playing, y/n thought it could be good to go and distract themselves from whatever was going on with jj.

"hey." y/n pulled him onto her when he finished getting ready. "you look really handsome." he smiled, something she hadn't been seeing lately.

"thank you pretty girl, you're beautiful." he kissed her and she relaxed against him.

"j, are you good?" she couldn't help but ask.

"here we go again." he rolled his eyes. "let's go I don't want you to continue asking things when I already told you I'm alright." she felt bad for asking and nodded yes, following him when john b shouted for them to come out to leave for the party.

the hand he always had on her thigh was gripping harder than usual but she didn't say anything. when the band was halfway through their set, jj tugged on her hand signal that he wanted to find some bedroom and even if she didn't want to go, enjoying the party she obeyed not wanting to add fuel to his already sour mood.

it felt suffocating, his whole weight on top of her laying in between her legs, rutting into her through their clothes with one hand squeezing her breast and the other on her neck.

"god." he said breaking the kiss before conecting their mouths again. it wasn't as if they hadn't had rough intercourse before but it didn't feel like it usually did.

"j." she broke the kiss now and his descended towards her neck. "j."

"what y/n? what?" he snapped at her.

she furrowed her eyebrows, he never had this reactions when she stopped before or during sex. "I'm-" she took a deep breath in. "are you okay? this doesn't feel good."

"oh for fuck sake, won't you stop being so fucking annoying?" he pushed himself off of her. "can't stop from being annoying huh?" her eyes filled with tears, he knew what that word made her feel. "I'm so fucking tired of your 'are you okay?' 'are you alright?'." he mocked in a snarky tone. "stop annoying everyone with your 'caring'." he did quoting with his fingers.

y/n couldn't believe that jj was using the things she had confided him with against her, her insecurities, the verbal trauma inflicted by her mother.

"I'm-" her voice broke and she couldn't stop a tear from falling. "I don't know what I did."

"oh again with the victim act." he knew what he was doing was wrong but he couldn't stop his venom from spilling out of his mouth, his anger being directed to the one person in his life who least deserved it.

"that's not what i-" he interrupted her.

"it never is but your mom does tell you that you're always the victim and you know what she's right in everything she says." her mom isn't right and he knows it, he always reassured her of that. but it was the last straw for y/n to hear to get up and run out of the room muttering a "fuck you." before doing so.

kiara was the first one to notice y/n running put of the house and jj following and shouting after her to stop. pope stopped him when he got in front of the pogues.

"what did you do?" he asked his friend while kie and sarah went after her.

"I fuckes up bad." jj run his fingers through his hair. "I said awful things I need to tell her I didn't meant them."

"no way." pope said. "let the girls calm her down first."

outside the house the image was worse than what they expected.

"I need to leave." she said to kie between sobs.

"what happened?" sarah asked her while holding her from the side.

"he's-he's been in a bad mood for days and won't tell me what it is that got him like this." she tried to calm down to explain. "and he's been snapping at me everytime I ask but now he was being rougher than usual." she pauses. "while we were doing things and I asked what was going on, it was my mistake but he said so many awful things. he used everything I've told him against me."

"y/n/n!" jj's voice startled her, pope and John b jogging behind him. pope received a glare from sarah.

"baby I'm sorry." he tried to come close to her but she took a few steps back. "y/n/n..."

"can you take me home?" she asked to kie.

"yeah let's go." kie glared back at jj when he tried to call for y/n again.

instead of going to y/n's, kie took her to her house. deciding it wasn't good for her friend to be alone tonight. two days went by when y/n decided it was time to answer jj's calls. she hadn't had more than five hours of sleep, replaying everything she said to her everytime she closed her eyes.

"I don't want to talk." she said to the phone.

"please, I need to see you." he begged her and she stayed silent. "please."

"the door is unlocked. no one's home." she sighed before ending the call.

y/n has sitting in her bed when jj opened the door of her bedroom.

"hey." he said and only received a look from her. jj sat at the end of her bed. "I want to apologise. I took all my anger on you and you didn't deserve it, the school expelled me and I wasn't on my right side of life. I shouldn't have used all the things you trusted me with against you."

"you got expelled?" she looked at him, his face letting her know he probably hadn't got much sleep either.

"yeah cursed at mrs smith and the principal." he chuckled trying to lighten up the mood but y/n didn't budge. "I'm sorry for everything I said, you didn't deserve it."

"thank you." she nodded. "but I can't forgive you."

"baby..."

"no j, how would you feel if I used everything I know about luke against you? never in a million years I could've imagined you'd be the one to make me feel this low." she hugged her knees.

"I know I shouldn't have done it and it won't happen again. I promise baby." he was anxious.

"how can you know that? I don't trust that you won't." she sighed. "I think it's best if we took some time apart."

"what? no, no way." he stood up. "no way."

"jj I can't be with you right now and act as if what happened didn't."

"but what about prom?" he wanted an excuse.

"we'll go with the pogues."

"but baby, it is for a while right? then we'll be back together." he needed that answer but didn't get it, he didn't get any answer at all.

instead she laid down, getting the covera up to her neck and turned her back towards him. there was no going back from this, she couldn't forgive him even if not having him by her said killed her.

she'd always feel as if she took one step forward life would send her three steps back. it was her destiny.

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little Carm from the bear??

Little Tantrums from a Little Bear

Part One

Word Count: 4,600ish

Description: Carmy is having his daily kitchen meltdown but today’s seems to be more intense than usual. After a small back and forth, Richie is elected caregiver for the day and does so in true chaotic older “cousin” fashion.

Warnings: cursing, yelling, bickering, playful fighting, slightly unplayful fighting that doesn’t result in any harm, Carmy’s bad thoughts, mentions of smoking but no smoking scene, Richie being dumb but loved, Carmy being dumb but loved, tickling, general feel goodness <3

A/N: I watched the full show just to write this and I blame you for giving me a new minor hyperfixation. (thank you. I love this messy group so much.)

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“Where the fuck did you put the goddamn asparagus, cousin?!” 

Carmy is really frustrated and having an explosive time again. It’s been going on for the last hour nonstop and the tension had only gotten worse, the heat rising in his attitude to the point Sydney was pretty sure this would be the day they’d all get to witness one of his blood vessels actually burst. 

But sometimes this happened. They knew this happened. They’ve all had their moments and usually he just needed to get all that build up out with an explosive argument and yelling. then he’d calm down again, realize he had been being an over dramatic asshole, apologize, and things would go on. 

But once the third hour mark hit for this blow up and Richie had run out of ways to argue back, shocking even him, they started giving each other looks behind his back. Each one silently begging the other to brave up and do the thing. 

Sugar looked at Sydney first hoping she would be able to step in by using her equals.. chef.. status to convince him to stop screaming over various poor vegetables for looking at him wrong or whatever his anger had focused on by then. 

Sydney glanced at Tina for back up, both of them shaking their heads. Not today. It wasn’t their turn. Neither one of them thought they could combat how aggressive he’d gotten today. It was like a new red hot rage level for him. (Stitch reference goes here hehe.)

Sugar looked around the room for someone else but everyone was very pointedly keeping their heads down to focus on their work in an effort to not poke the Bear anymore. 

Getting desperate now she looked to Richie with that defeated but still hopeful pleading look to which Rich instantly attempted to shut down. “Oh no. You ain’t gonna pin this one on me! I’ve been arguing with that self centered pretentious fuck. There ain’t any getting through to him today!“ he threw his towel a little too forcefully over his shoulder, making an aggressive snap noise. He shook his finger at her as he continued his little rant while Carmy’s yelling and throwing items tried to drown him out. “Nope. If you want this one fixed you're gonna have to do it yourself.”

“Please Rich? Please? He's not listening to me. And you know what he needs.”

He hated how those puppy eyes made him cave. He wasn’t a weak man—! But… any look from a little sister begging for help like that could break even the strongest. 

“Fuck! Okay! Fine. Fuck you.” He grumbles as he stomps to the lockers in the back, making sure there was a clear amount of frustration and aggravation in his walk so she knew he wasn’t happy with this. 

“I love you…?” She calls after him feeling guilty but.. not THAT guilty

“I love you too. Bitch.” He shoots back his voice much more faint as he came into the other room. Unlocking Carmy’s locker was easy, Richie had permanently borrowed the combo after he found it in the office’s desk drawer that he totally hadn’t been snooping through to find something else. 

He doesn't bother to be quiet as he opens the door letting the metal clang about as much as it wanted since it would be a miracle if Carmy could hear it after busting his eardrums and everyone else’s. He gives the contents a once over to see if he could find the items he was looking for first without causing a mess of the obsessively neatly placed personal items that rested inside. 

“What have I said about 45 degree angles on the pans people?!” Carmy's voice rang out, not waiting even a second for his chefs to respond before throwing a pan full of charred food on the floor. “It’s quicker and safer!! Its less likely to get caught on everyone’s stupid fucking brains that hang out of your asses that can’t remeber basic kitchen etiquette!! Refire the–”

Christ. Richie’s patience was beyond worn out listening to him be a damn nutjob. Fuck Cousin’s tidiness. Fuck the screaming. And fuck him for being the dumbass who has to placate the menace. 

He shot a hand into the locker, grabbing things and shaking them open in hopes he would find the comfort items wrapped up or hidden inside something. With each thing that came out empty he was left with a pile of jackets and uniforms on the floor along with some loose change that he would not be cleaning up later. 

Only place left to look was Sugar’s locker right? Because of course the kid couldn't keep his supplies in his own locker. No he had to hide him in mom’s. 

Well lucky for her it was easy to spot the cutesy regression bag she’d bought him hanging on the right hook. Although he still had half a mind to get her back for this whole thing by messing up her locker just a teeny bit too… However, he didn't have the time. It sounded like he was yelling at Fak now and it was only a matter of time before he made the sap cry. Then they'd have two babies on their hands. 

So Richie dug through the honestly embarrassing bag–with this kind of decoration maybe he could understand why adult Carmy didn't want it displayed  in his own locker, he thought as he pulled out the prized item he’d been searching for.

The pacifier.

Soother.

The dummy for the dummy.

Whatever you called it. He called it their potential savior. 

He was actually the one who bought it for Carmy, mainly as a joke to tease him about being a baby, and a loud one at that. hence the reason it said the “mute button” on it. But the kid actually ended up using it a couple weeks after the initial teasing from him had worn down, saying he’d been using it at home when he was cooking and couldn't leave the kitchen just to go have a smoke or he’d run out of his nasty gum. 

Apparently since he started using it his weekly packs had been cut in half, only down to what their family would probably call ‘occasional’ to help stave off the shakes while non-smokers would still call it ‘an issue.’

He got a couple looks from the other chefs when he brought it to work, mainly keeping it in his mouth when he was doing prep. But it became a problem when he dropped it in some soup pots after trying to talk with it in, causing the whole dish to be remade.

Sugar brought in a pacifier clip the next week which ended in a fight that seemed inevitable to everyone who knew her and her desire to fix people.

Although… Carmy did end up using it as well after the fight settled down just…. without addressing it and only occasionally when he was filled with the type of stress a pack of Sapphire cigarettes would usually really help him with.

Taking the pacifier, which Richie decided was much less cringe than the backpack, into the kitchen, Richie stalked over to Carmy with fake calmness and a clear mission. Fak’s misty deer in headlights gaze peeked over the chef berating him, looking like he was just as shocked to see Richie there as he was to be at the receiving end of the semi-regular infamous Berzattos’ breakdown.

Richie gives Sugar a brief dirty look with an eye roll to seem like he was over his voluntold task already before suddenly reaching out and wrapping both his arms around Carmy’s neck like he was going to put him in a choke hold. Which he very well might since he deserved it!

“What the fuck are you– cousin! Get the hell off! Get OFF! This isnt fucking funny we’re crashing and burning while knee deep in shit– this isnt a time to–” Carmy yelled grabbing onto Richie’s arms in an attempt to pry them off of him but the bastard had a practicaly put him in a headlock–the same kind Mikey would put him in when they would wrestle as kids. If he wasn't filled with such white hot rage he might’ve wondered if that's who Richie learned it from.

“Shut up! Shut the hell up! I'm helping!”

“The hell do you mean helping?!?! This isn't helping! THIS ISN’T–”

“Yes it is! Just open your mouth! Open your big fat mouth again!” If there was a list of things a brother or cousin didn't want to hear while trying to fight their way out of a headlock, ‘open your mouth’ was definitely in the top ten. That's just asking to be fed worms or handfuls of dirt or any other horrendous concoction boys could cook together. 

Although with the night he was having it was more likely something his staff actually cooked up that he sent back or threw on the floor. 

Not… that he hadn't ate stuff he’d thrown on the floor before. 

“OHHH! So NOW you shut your trap, huh?! Well I don't think so champ! You’re gonna take your stupid fuckin mute button, take a nap in the fuckin office or SOMETHING, and stop throwing a damn tantrum! You're gonna ruin our reputation by ruining the customers’ experience! You know how many of those fuckers out there are first timers? We will never get them back if you keep! Fucking! Screaming!”

Carm tried to twist out of the hold, nearly picking Richie up with the way he threw himself forward but Richie pulled him back at the same time, briefly choking him and giving Richie the perfect opportunity to mash the pacifier against his mouth.

Initially Carmy fights more, going to dig his nails into one of his arms while trying to shove the other away from his mouth, not aware it was his own stress item being very aggressively offered to him at first. But after Richie managed to worm the teet past his lips, smashing it against his teeth while the shield pressed somewhat familiarly against the skin around his mouth he pauses. his mind works through the onslaught of emotions at the realization of what was being shoved in his mouth. 

Pacifier. Not.. a handful of cigarette butts. Or a napkin full of grease. Or something equally horrifying. Just… his pacifier. 

Shock… embarrassment, frustration, and finally back to anger again. 

Angry acceptance.

Which.. Richie could work with.

Carm reluctantly parts his grit teeth to let the rubber end pass to set on his tongue, glaring at the stove beside Fak who was stood stock still in nervous anticipation like many of the others. All simply waiting to see whether the bomb had been defused or made ten times as deadly.

Carm threw off Richie’s arms and held his fists at his sides, taking a couple deep breaths while grinding his teeth down against the rubber. The action slowly starting to calm him down a small notch. Not enough to fully melt away the last hour’s million straws that broke his fucking sanity. But enough to pause his yelling. 

After a few moments, Richie takes a risky gamble by very gently wrapping his fingers around the kid’s wrist and tugging him to face him. He's stiff with allowing him to turn him around, his gaze falling to the floor space behind Richie so he wouldn't have to meet his aggravating look that would piss him off like everything had been. 

“You.. need to ah… cool off in the freezer for a bit..?” He asks, keeping his mouth shut even when he thinks that… maaaaybe the freezer wasn't the best choice after ‘the incident’ and likely wouldn’t be received well as a joke. 

Carmy glances up under his brows to shoot him a dirty look before looking away again as he lisps out a grumpy response around his pacifier, “..no.”

Richie awkwardly nods trying to add a bit of pretend enthusiasm like he would to help disarm wary little kids’ anger or fear. “Okay, yeah, cousin. Fine... no freezer. Uh..” he thinks for a moment of someplace else he could go that wouldn't keep him in the place that had only ramped up his anger and everyone else’s discomfort making it damn near impossible to get through service. “You can't… stay here.”

Carmy’s head shot up, instantly getting heated again. He opens his mouth, hot words already locked and loaded in his throat disengaging the pacifier safety lock. But Richie moves quicker, catching the pacifier before it falls out only to pop it back into his mouth and holds it there. 

“No– hold on! Hold up! I don't wanna hear it. I been hearin it and my head hurts. You gave a damn headache so we're going t’have quiet time.” He tentatively releases his hold on the pacifier, lightly tapping it instead as if shushing him while softening his voice, “Quiet time. Away from the kitchen. Preferably away from the entire restaurant. Okay..? Say okay little bear.”

Carmy keeps glaring at him, aware of all the eyes on him, and the potential consequences of disobeying Richie’s suggestion like accidentally purposely running off all his friends and chefs. Like he did with Claire. 

It was that reminder that diffused some of his flames, sneaking guilt into his mind and a slight willingness to take a break. He takes a deep breath, dropping his gaze away from Richie’s. too embarrassed to look him in the eye while he agreed.

“..okay.”

“Okay?” Richie repeats him, letting out a relieved sigh feeling like half the battle was already won with just that one word.

“Okay..!” Carmy mumbles in a more annoyed tone, frustrated he had to repeat himself but mainly still embarrassed and reluctant to abandon his kitchen with such an intense mess.

“Okay. Okay! Yeah. C’mon. I’ll… I’ll drive. Sugar? Sydney? You got this? Y’all cover our–” Richie was moving, taking Carmy’s hand in his and intertwining their fingers without a second thought as he looked to the two girls he trusted the most.

“Yeah–”

“Yep!” they both chimed in, the kitchen being set back in motion, moving and adjusting for the change. “Go ahead. Go. We got this.”

Sugar waves them off, trying to shoo them away while Sydney has already moved onto expo, figuring out Carmy’s mess and calling out orders. Richie nods and kisses Sugar’s forehead as he passes by her, proud of his staff’s ability to adjust so easily… without Carm stressing them the fuck out. 

The more the guilt started to consume Carmy, the smaller he felt. His head was spinning and cloudy, the kitchen’s noises beginning to be way too much and he could hear Chef David whispering all the horrendous fucked up things in his ear again. Maybe they weren’t fucked up. Maybe they were just true and he didn’t want to hear the truth. Maybe he’s as bad as Chef David was. If he weren't then he wouldn't be getting removed from his own kitchen would he?

He had to get his thoughts under control or he was going to have a panic attack.

Is he already having a panic attack? Is that what fueled this whole thing? Is it why his fuse was so short today? Because his nervous system was all out of whack?

They were already at Richie’s car and he was saying something, probably had been saying a lot more but Carm hadn’t picked up on any of it. The flashes of traumatic prior memories had been too loud. 

Richie opens the passenger door, still holding his hand he notices. It was nice, he thought. He looked at their hands while Rich cleared the seat off for him one handed. He didn't usually give anyone but his daughter rides to places and she rode in the backseats so his front one usually became the collect all.

Seat cleared, Richie turns to the noticeably quiet and spacey Carm who was now sucking on his pacifier instead of chewing on it. He lets go of his hand to grab at his waist, moving to hoist him into the seat but the actions seemed to break his shut down spell. 

Carmen makes a sharp gasp like he’d been punched in the gut then whines while his hand shoots out to grab Richie’s. But he doesn't just stop once he has it, Carm pulls it up to his chest, cuddling it between his arms and tucking his chin down towards it. 

He didn't want it taken away. Richie didn’t understand. He needed it. It was this overwhelming feeling of desperation that if his hand was taken away from him everything bad would happen. Another person would be leaving him because of how he behaved. Because he could never be good enough. He wasn't perfect and he needed to be perfect. He needed someone to stay and let him hold their hand even if he didn't deserve it.

“Carm..” Richie's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the younger man. His best friend’s little brother… a major pain in his ass… his responsibility. “You gotta let go, bud. I gotta get you into the car so we can go home.”

Carmy made no move to show he’d even so much as heard him, still hugging his arm to his chest. Richie tried to pet his chin with the awkward position, lightly running his thumb over the skin he could reach while Carmy tucked his head down further to nuzzle against it.

“Listen.. That's very cute… but you gotta let go.” he gives a small breathy chuckle at the sight of him regressing to a very clingy baby but his smile disappears when he tries to tug his arm away only to be met with way too much resistance. He tries again, shocked at how strong Carmy could be even while regressed. It reminded him of real babies when they hold fingers with an iron grip. “Be a good boy and let me have my arm back.. Carm. Carmen– give me–Oh god damn it! This isnt funny– give me my fucking arm!”

Things were quickly devolving into another wrestling match, Richie pushing, shoving, tugging, and cursing while Carmen did everything he could to keep his hand like it was a prized possession. Although while Richie was growing more aggravated, Carmy was starting to giggle quietly, his mind forced to be quiet when he had to focus on maintaining his grip and deterring Richie’s escape attempts.

“Oh you think this is funny? You think this is soooo funny! Listen to those stupid little toddler giggles.” Richie complained loudly, really playing up his annoyance while he wrestled around with him, making Carmy giggle more even when he tousled his hair in an attempt to distract him enough to loosen his grip. “Taking a man’s arm hostage is a low blow, kid! You’ve unleashed a Rich storm on yourself.”

He lightly shoved him into the car, making sure he wasn't actually being too rough now that he knew Carmy was enjoying himself and playing. But still hard enough that it seemed like he was putting up a real fight. Richard couldn’t be underestimated too much. 

Carmy laughed as his back hits the side of the car then tries to turn in towards the back door to pin Richie's arm between his chest and the car. while he was successful in hiding his prized object just so happened to be attached to his biggest tormenter which meant Richie was also pulled much closer. 

Richie didn't bother hiding his smile now, still annoyed with having his arm taken but it was hard not to have fun roughhousing with a playful toddler.  With the new position Richie was pressed partially against his back, so he leaned around and pressed several dramatic kisses to his face before blowing raspberries on his cheek. Carmy squealed out quiet little ‘ewwws’ and turned his face away to escape the onslaught of yucky wet affection, rethinking his choice to trap himself against the car.

Still undeterred from their goals, Carmy’s grip stayed firm and Richie pivoted to his hail mary. 

Tickling. 

Tickling was a pretty intense offense against toddlers but he needed his arm back. They couldn’t stay out wrestling in the parking lot the rest of the night. 

Using his free arm, Richie's fingers start to walk up from Carm’s hip, moving towards the little place on his side near the bottom edge of his ribs that had always been his most ticklish spot growing up. It took the kid all of two seconds to figure out what he was doing and where he was heading towards, his muscles already tensing up in anticipation.

“Nononono–” he mumbles around the pacifier he had by the grace of the chef gods not managed to drop yet even with all his laughing and Richie having forgotten to attach the clip to his shirt.

Richie chuckled in that playfully evil way at the sound of him protesting before his fingers had even found their target yet. Which turned to full snickering as Carmy squeals and squirms against the car door the moment his hand jumps to his ribs, poking and pinching lightly. 

He was glad to see Carmy lighting up a bit from that dissociative state he was in minutes ago. He had been trying not to dwell on it, afraid that if he spoke up about it he would make things worse. He didn’t know what was going on in the kid’s mind most of the time and it was really hard to get Carmy to open up about things, especially when he was stressed or generally in a poor mood. And that honestly seemed to be nearly all the time recently.

He continued to tease and wrestle with him for a few more minutes, until he finally managed to slip his hand free, Carmy's grip having loosened as he tried not to pee himself from the tickling. 

Fresh off his win, Richie holds his arms up and walks in a small circle for an imaginary crowd, cheering for himself. “Whoooh! That's right baby! No one can keep Richie tied down!”

Carmy continued giggling at first when he had slipped his arm free, finding his celebrating silly. But the mindless enjoyment fell through milliseconds afterwards, mild panic replacing it. He follows after Richie closely, reaching out for his hand, trying to take it back with little pitiful whimpers wordless whines. He looked a bit like a puppy trying to climb its owner to get to its tennis ball.

“Oh no you don’t. You had it locked down long enough. It’s time we get you in the car and on the road.” Richie kept his hand up and away from Carmy's outstretched fingers, using the other hand he seemed to have forgotten about to wrap around his waist. The touch catches his attention briefly, making him look down to see what was touching him. 

Using this distraction the older of the two quickly swings his other hand down to scoop under his butt and lifts him up just enough to deposit him into the awaiting passenger seat. “Up you go, little bear.” 

Carm makes a little noise of surprise and discomfort, looking at Rich with childish betrayal for tricking him– even though Richie believed he did nothing of the sort. He stretches the seat belt out and buckles him in, ruffling his hair once more then stepping back before Carmy could process things enough to go back to reaching for his hand. He closes the door on the pouting boy who quickly pressed his hands on the window while looking insanely dejected. 

He was practically put in a prison. Strapped down with no way to get out and no bubba Richie to comfort him. He only had his paci in his mouth. He didn't even get a stuffie to hold instead of Richie's hand. And now bubbas was walking away from the window, totally disappearing from sight and ABANDONING him?! Was he that bad of a little boy?

Carmy was practically on the verge of tears within the few very short seconds Richie had taken to walk around the car to slide into the driver's seat. He turned the keys and reached for the radio, glancing over at the poor guy to ask what music he wanted to listen to only to be caught off guard with watery eyes. These mood swings were genuinely bewildering to him. He just couldn't keep up but he supposed Carmy couldn't help it when he mind was too little to probably process all the big, complicated emotions adult Carmy had been going through today.

“Woah! Woah.. what happened? I was only gone a second! Why are you crying, little man?”

Carmy sniffles and reached up to rub his eyes with his fist, babbling out words that his pacifier only made more incomprehensible. “Yew leff..! An I fought babah gone..evwer.. An ewver.. dike Cahair…cawse m’mean an douhn wan hole ands…!”

Someone really needed to make a toddler babble translation app because it took all of Richie’s dad skills to decipher what the fuck he was trying to say.

“You.. thought I was gonna leave you like Claire Bear cause… you're mean..? And you think I didn't want to keep holding hands? Is.. that it? Is that what you're trying to say, baby?”  he repeats hesitantly, really hoping he was right because otherwise he would look like a jackass bringing up Claire. He lucked out, Carmy nodding his head and Richie was internally wiping away stress sweat from the mental gymnastics his ears had to go through to get to that conclusion.

“Buddy.. I wasn't leaving you. I had to get in the car too and.. We can hold hands again while I drive. I just had to get you to let go for a minute so I could get your stinky butt in the seat.” he reassures him, holding his hand out over the center console. Carmy stopped his aggressive eye rubbing to look down at his offered hand, hopeful about getting the comfort back. He glances at Richie's face once more to make sure he was being serious then nervously moves to take his hand. It was incredibly relieving to have it back. He almost couldn't remember why it upset him to lose it to begin with. 

“Yeah. look at that. You're all good now. huh, champ? You're alright. You're chill.” Richie was watching him with a slightly pinched face as if he was waiting for him to start crying again or yelling or.. Who knows what the next emotion would be. But Carmy relaxed into his seat, pacifier lightly bobbing in his mouth as he intertwined their fingers and looked out his window, ready for the ride. “Yeah… s’all good now.” Richie murmurs, still confused about the emotional whiplash but choosing to once again ignore it. He’ll deal with things as they come. That’s the best you could do with kids. 

Using their intertwined hands, he shifted gears and started to drive to his place to babysit his little cousin for the afternoon. It was a bit awkward but he made it work to keep Carmy content. 

As they drove and Carmy’s little side made more of an appearance, he couldn't stop thinking that he secretly a little glad that Sugar had gotten so overly invested in Carmy’s regression since the little guy that was pointing at billboard signs and other restaurants, babbling nonsense about them would need better stuff than Richie’s apartment had to offer. But Sugar had prepared for emergencies and dropped off one of the ugly regression bags at his place around the same time she had stashed one at The Bear and Carmen's house. So hopefully this evening wouldn’t be too terrible. 

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Title: “15 Minutes” (9/?) Author:  @ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: You're in peril but don't be afraid, help is near. Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating:  T (PG13) Length: 2,568 (this chapter, 22,261 total so far) Spoilers: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Trigger warning: claustrophobia Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Halo season 2 has finally arrived! However, this fic continues to zip along in the AU Party Warthog, so, while we began with season 1 way back when (and you’ll see a few more things from s1 along the way 😉), we’ll not be venturing into s2 territory at all. Unless s2 is going to take some verrrrry interesting twists, lol! Chapter 10 is in progress by hand but I hope to have it ready soon. 🤞😣🤞 The tags have been updated for hurt/comfort starting with this chapter. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

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You tried to gasp in a breath but there was a weight pinning you down. Smoke burned your lungs and your eyes. Your left arm couldn't move but you were able to bring your right hand up to wipe your face, trying to clear your vision. The only light in the rubble came from a shower of sparks a few feet away, emitting from a panel half-ripped from the wall. There was very little to orientate yourself by.

"Hello?" you tried to call but you couldn't take a deep enough breath to yell. The muffled ring in your ears told you that at least one of your eardrums had ruptured.

Evaluate, you thought in the tone you used when triaging patients, shoving down a wave of panic. You tried to squeeze out from under whatever was pressed across your back. No good, too much weight.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of pain but you worried at the numbness from your waist down, behind whatever was restraining you.

Evaluate.

You tested moving your legs, your feet, your toes. It felt strange but yes, you had movement.

Spinal cord potentially compromised but not severed, you diagnosed as clinically as possible.

Something overhead gave an alarming groan.

Alert help. Report your position.

"Hello? I'm by the crane operator booth. Can anyone hear me?"

You couldn't get the volume you wanted and you automatically tried to inhale deeper. You couldn't and had to fight another wave of panic. The animal part of your brain wanted to claw the twisted metal of the deck, trying to squirm free, but when you twitched, something above you groaned again.

You had no way to know how perilous the collapsed structure was. A wrong move could bring it all down.

A fresh wave of smoke irritated your nose and you coughed weakly. From far away, you heard the muffled sound of a woman saying your rank and last name.

"Here," you choked out. "I'm here."

A blue light shimmered a few feet away, the lower half of a blue-tinted woman, her upper body phased through the rubble. Then she shrank until she fit the space, adjusting like a camera lens. A hologram.

She repeated your rank and last name. "We have your location," she said, your damaged hearing distorting her voice. "Sit tight, a rescue crew is on their way."

You tried to respond but the smoke triggered more coughing, so you nodded.

"I'll stay with you for as long as the holo-emiter holds," she said, gesturing towards the ruined wall panel that continued to spark.

"Thank you," you managed to say. "Casualties?"

She glanced up and away as if receiving new information. "Reports coming in of injuries but no fatalities. Your alert gave enough time for almost everyone to get clear."

"Good." You made yourself slow your breathing down, taking shallow breaths since you couldn't take deeper ones. For a moment, your head swam and it felt like the floor tipped. Your fingers scratched for a hold on the crumpled metal.

The sound of your rank and name cut through the terror. "You're all right," the woman assured you. "You're not falling. Try to stay still. Silver Team will be back on site in a few more minutes. John will be here soon."

It gave you something to focus on other than bring trapped. The way she knew that the mention of John would comfort you, that she didn't call him Master Chief like most people did, even the mannerism of how she'd looked away, like someone was speaking in her ear...

"Your name wouldn't be Ms. Classified, would it?" you asked haltingly and tried to smile.

"That's... not inaccurate," she said and maybe it was your blurry vision but you could've sworn she gave you a fond smile, like she knew you. "I'm not supposed to tell my name."

You tried to say it was all right but couldn't draw enough breath.

"Ah, screw it," she said. "What are they going to do, fire me? My name is Cortana."

You must've blacked out because the next thing you knew, she was kneeling next to you, her small holographic hand resting atop your outstretched arm as she repeated your rank and name.

If you could get a breath, you needed a good, solid breath. Your chest instinctively fought to expand but couldn't beneath the pressure bearing down on your back. Something above you slid and the pressure abruptly worsened. You clawed, you fought, you struggled to breathe. To live.

"John, get here now! The support beam is failing!"

"Not his fault," you tried to say. "Tell him. Not his--"

Metal screamed and everything went dark.

You woke, grasping at nothing. You still couldn't get a deep breath but this time you were on your back and it felt like someone had laced a corset brutally tight around you.

"Easy there. You're all right," said a deep voice.

Your vision swam and then Spartan Vannak-134 appeared out from the dim lighting. You were still clawing at the air, trying to sit up, and he caught your hand a little awkwardly in his much larger ones.

"Where?" you gasped.

"You're back on Reach, in medical."

Once he said it, details emerged like a black and white picture filling in with color: the beeps of the monitors, the distinctive antiseptic smell. Your hearing was still deadened but not as much as before, meaning they had already begun healing therapies on your eardrums.

Anything you might've wanted to say dissolved like sugar on your tongue before the words could be spoken. Your head seemed too full. I'm drugged, you thought and that was the last thing you knew for a while.

Voices drew you from the murky depths and you tried to open your eyes but couldn't.

"Hold her hand," Vannak said in a quiet rumble. "She likes that."

A new hand gently folded around yours and your fingers instinctively gripped hold.

You woke, feeling the phantom press of metal bearing down on you, forcing the air from your lungs. You tried to sit up, your limbs flailed, uncoordinated and leaden. A second hand closed around yours and a feminine voice began to softly sing, a lullaby in a language you didn't recognize.

The room was blurry but you caught a glimpse of red hair -- Spartan Riz-028. You went under once more, dreaming of music that soothed your fears.

Later, there was a new voice to lure you up from the sticky darkness.

"Poor little thing. She looks so small."

"She'll heal. Hold her hand, it helps."

At some point, you jolted awake to find your hand cradled carefully within Kai's.

"Hey," she said, sitting up straighter in the chair next to the bed. "You need anything?"

Your head felt less stuffed with cotton than before but now that cotton seemed to have been transferred to your mouth. "Water?" you croaked.

She jumped up and returned shortly, carrying a cup with a straw in it. You intended to sit up but a searing pain in your ribs immediately convinced you that was a bad idea and you let her help you by holding the straw to your lips.

"Slowly," she advised.

Once you'd taken a couple of sips, you mumbled your thanks then promptly passed out.

You thought you'd closed your eyes for a brief moment but when they fluttered open, it wasn't Kai sitting in the chair, holding your hand.

As soon as John knew you were awake, he was on his feet, carefully brushing the fingertips of his free hand along the curve of your cheek.

You mouthed his name.

"Rest," he said. "I'm here. You're safe."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, you truly felt as if you were. Your mind let go.

"And how's our favorite mech, the Hero of the Pit?"

"That's not a very heroic name," you confessed, smiling as Maria and then Jamie entered medical.

You were sitting on the side of the bed in generic gray scrubs, waiting for Dr. Savannah to give you final instructions before your release. It had been two days since the explosion. Your hearing had, thankfully, returned to normal. The rest of you... not so much but you were on the mend.

They both gave you careful hugs.

"You look a lot less like you were squashed by a building," Jamie said sincerely and Maria punched his arm. "Hey, that was a compliment!"

"Don't make me laugh," you begged, holding your left side. They'd fused your broken ribs back together but the tissue damage would take longer to resolve. Still, aches, pains, limited motion and all, you knew you were very lucky.

"I hope they're giving you a nice vacation, at least," Maria went on.

"I should be ready for light duty in a week."

"Technically, I said we'd evaluate you for light duty in a week," Dr. Savannah corrected as she entered. "Afraid your friends will have to catch up with you later."

They said their goodbyes and, as they left, you started to stand. The doctor quickly said, "No, you don't. I don't want you walking on that leg."

"It's not broken," you argued.

"Not anymore," she countered. "Stay put. I got you a ride."

"I don't need to be wheeled back to the barracks." You tried to keep your tone confident but the truth was even that little bit of exertion had left you feeling twinges all along your left leg. Your left shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat.

"Well, good thing you're wrong on both counts," she said, winking. "And here he is now."

John came through the door, dressed in his undersuit as if either about to head to the Brokkr stations to have his Mjolnir mounted up or returning from having it removed. You didn't even realize you'd moved to rise again until Dr. Savannah put a practiced hand on your good shoulder to keep you down.

"I'll be sending PT to you twice a day, starting tomorrow," she said. "They'll help you to get your strength and mobility back. Around that, rest. Catch up on your reading, watch some thoroughly trashy movies, and keep your feet up. Not too far up, though. Nothing too strenuous. Make him do all of the work."

That got you to look at her and she waggled her eyebrows.

John cleared his throat slightly, a faint but definite flush creeping up from his collar. "Yes, ma'am."

"All right, see you back in a few days, sooner if anything else develops. You know what to watch for."

It wasn't until she stepped back and John approached that it clicked.

"You're going to carry me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he repeated in a murmur that shivered straight down your spine.

Since your left side had taken the brunt of the damage, he put your right to his chest and cautiously picked you up in a bridal carry. Despite the care, being moved set a thousand things to hurting and your breath hitched as he straightened.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you said, your tone tighter than you would've liked. You thought, I hope nobody sees me being toted around like this, but, as soon as you left medical, you realized that no one was actually looking at you.

I think if Master Chief offered to drop me and pick up any marine, ODST or officer in this hall, they'd be hopping into his arms before I even hit the floor!

At the first turn he made, you realized the rest of it. "This isn't the way to the barracks."

"Nope," he said and you knew him well enough now to see the hint of a smile in his eyes.

You didn't have to wait for further clues, there was only one place, then, that he could be taking you. "How many strings did you have to pull for this?"

"Not as many as you might think," he demurred. "Your actions saved lives."

And they could've blamed you for failing to make sure a bomb hadn't been sent to the Pit in the first place. The curly tailed Warthog had been your responsibility, after all. You'd been curtly informed of all that when they'd debriefed you the first day you'd had your eyes open for more than 15 minutes.

You doubted they'd told that to John, though.

When you reached his room, he maneuvered so to get his thumb on the panel without jostling you too much. The lights came on as he took you through the doorway and then he paused.

"Kai," he rumbled, shaking his head. "She said studies show people heal better with color. I should've known she'd overdo it. Say the word and I'll have her in here clearing this out."

"It's your room," you said, "but personally, I love it."

The duvet on the bed and the pillows on the couch were now a rainbow of jewel tones. A tapestry with a field of sunflowers dominated the wall at the foot of the bed and you could've sworn there was a dusting of diamond glitter shimmering on every wall, sending tiny holographic rainbows through the air in all directions. But the main thing that caught your attention was overhead.

"She put up stars," you said, brightening.

"Ah, that one was actually me," he confessed. "You seemed to really like those in her room so I thought..."

You stretched up in his arms, inhaling a little sharply at the stab of pain in your left side, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love them, John. Thank you."

A short time later, you found yourself lying on the bed in the darkened room, looking up at those stars. John had profusely apologized for not being able to stay after getting you settled in. He'd turned down the bed so you wouldn't have to, had put your padd close at hand on the nightstand to the right along with a bottle of water and a couple of emergency ration packs in case you got hungry before someone bought you a meal. He'd even procured you a set of unthinkably soft civvies to change into, exactly your size and in your favorite color.

You couldn't imagine that a Spartan had ever taken care of a sick or wounded person before, other than in a battlefield triage situation, so he'd probably found a checklist from somewhere to guide him. His earnestness to make sure he'd done everything right sent warmth flooding through you.

Before he left, he'd paused to kiss the top of your head.

"You know," you said, lifting your chin, "my lips aren't broken."

He hesitated. "The last time I did that, an entire base fell on you."

"Only the warehouse part," you said dismissively, "and there was absolutely no correlation, I promise."

He tried to smile at that but his eyes still showed concern.

"I promise," you repeated more seriously and he exhaled as if about to make a tremendous leap. His kiss was so soft and gentle, it was barely more than a whisper against your mouth.

Once he had left, you'd considered taking Dr. Savannah's advice and watching a holo, reading something on your padd, or doing any number of things to pass the time but ultimately, you'd wanted to appreciate his handiwork.

After all, it wasn't just anybody who could say a Spartan had literally hung the stars for them.