#this disrespect cannot go unpunished

[fuckyeah-bears]

what the actual fuck is this disrespect for polar bear sunday?!?!?

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You... Cheater? - Side Characters

SUMMARY: They saw you making out with some random demon. But only after talking to you will they find out that it wasn't you after all. It was a demon impersonating you. But how did they feel before realizing this and how did they react to the relief that it wasn't really you they saw?

(This takes place before the events of Nightbringer.)

CHARACTERS: Side Characters (Diavolo; Barbatos; Simeon & Solomon)

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Comfort; Kiss, Tears, a little Angst (I think)

WORD COUNT: An average of 540 words per character.

👉 You… Cheater? - Demon Brothers

COMMENTS: I was looking for prompts and saw something like “cheating” or “How would they react to being cheated on?” But I don't like cheaters, this would be to sad. However, they thinking they were cheated on, but in fact they were deceived and you comfort them, that looked like a better option to me.

I hope you enjoy ;)

P.S.: I wrote Solomon's part after Lesson 17 of Nightbringer

CONTEXT: He was walking the streets of Devildom and he saw you! Or at least someone he thought was you. The appearance was exactly like yours! And you were making out with some random lower demon, that was unmistakable. That he could see clearly without a doubt.

(This takes place before the events of Nightbringer.)

It's not normal for Diavolo to walk around alone. Barbatos would not allow that. That's why he escaped him and used a spell to disguise himself. When he sees “you”, he's more confused than shocked. But can't help but feel a sinking in his heart. He didn't feel the effect of a control spell, one who had forced you to do that. Which means that person was doing it of their own free will. And maybe that's why he didn't notice the shapeshifting spell.

He will not interrupt “you”, that would be impolite. But he still thinks something is wrong. He goes back to the Demon Lord's Castle and orders Barbatos to invite you to meet him. His butler didn't question and didn't dare scold him about shirking his duties for a walk, because Diavolo had his rare serious expression.

When you arrive, Barbatos leads you to the Garden, where diavolo is sitting in front of a table with tea and cookies. You assume it's just a little date, since you don't know what he saw. Barbatos pulls out the another chair for you to sit in while Diavolo greets you with a smile, and then he leaves the two of you alone, saying if you need anything just say the word.

He asks you how are you and how was your day. You say it was a pleasant, peaceful day. You spent the afternoon in Purgatory Hall, learning some recipes from Simeon and Luke and teaching them some recipes from your home. You guys did so many things that you even took the opportunity to bring some sweets for Diavolo and Barbatos.

He stares in amazement at your innocent smile and the box you hand him. “Have you been with them all afternoon?” He asks “You never went out to buy ingredients or something like that?” You find those questions a little strange, but answer honestly, that you went out with them at a time to buy some ingredients. “Did you ever leave their side?” No. Why? What's going on?

He laughs out loud in relief. He apologizes to you for making you so confused and tells you what he saw. He had invited you to talk about it and your relationship, but it seems that it was all a misunderstanding after all. And he's so relieved he can't even hide it well.

You are shocked by what he told you. And you tell him that you would never do such a thing, you'll never make out with a random person in the street. And that you love him. He brings his chair closer to yours, puts an arm around you and kisses your cheek passionately. “I know my love. I know very well the person I fell in love with. That's why I thought it was strange and I needed to see you and talk to you.”

What he doesn't tell you is that he's going to find the demons responsible for that and punish them. He is generally peaceful, but such disrespect cannot go unpunished.

Barbatos was probably doing some errands for Diavolo. When he sees “you”, he just freezes in shock. He tries to understand if you are bewitched, but you don't feel any control spell that forced you to do that. And somehow also misses the shapeshifting spell. But that doesn't stop him from thinking something was wrong.

He ends up just withdrawing to finish his task and return to the Demon Lord's Castle. Once in the palace, he asks Lord Diavolo for permission to meet with you, as there was a matter he needed to discuss with you. He gives him permission and Barbatos goes to the House of Lamentation.

Nothing seems strange, except maybe for Lucifer, which is the one that knows the behaviour of Barbatos best. He arrived as if nothing was wrong, asking if you were home and if he could speak to you. You were with the brothers in the room and he asked to speak with you alone. You ended up going to your room.

“I'm sorry for showing up so unannounced, but I'd like to discuss a subject that I just came across today.” he says and pauses to see your reaction, which is just a questioning one. “I ended up coming across you and that demon today on the street. I just wanted to clarify what happened.”

But you have no idea what he's talking about. He didn't seem to be talking about any of the brothers. “So would you mind tell me where you were this afternoon?” You were with Solomon. You had a sorcery lesson with him today. You spent most of the afternoon with him in Purgatory Hall. “Do you mind if I ask him if he confirms that?” You feel a little bad that he doesn't trust you, but you say you don't mind and he calls Solomon.

When the call ends and Barbatos hangs up, you see his shoulders relax. And you hear a little sigh. “I apologize profusely. My behaviour conveyed the idea that I don't trust you, but that's not the truth. I just...” he tries to find the right words but to no avail. “No, there is no excuse for my distrust. I’m sorry.” and then he tells you what he saw.

You look as shocked as when he saw “you”. “So I can assume that who I saw was someone pretending to be you.” He smiles at you “You have no need to worry about it, my dear. I will find those responsible for this and give them the most suitable punishment.” He was smiling, but the aura around him was frightening. This was the smile that even Diavolo and Lucifer feared.

Despite this you try to calm him down a little. He smiles at you, a genuine smile and softly kisses your cheek. You're right, he should know better than to distrust you.

Simeon was grocery shopping for Purgatory Hall when he saw "you". He freezes, like a deer that has seen a car's lights. As an angel, he shouldn't let the anger and jealousy he's feeling get to him so much. Then all those feelings go to his hands, or rather to his fists clenched so tightly it probably left fingernail marks in the palms of his hands. If he had been holding something, a plastic cup or a can, it would have exploded in his hand for sure.

He doesn't feel that “you” are in danger, that “you” were forced to do that. So he doesn't even approach “you”. He can't. He has to get out of there! What he’s feeling are very strong and bad feelings, which he cannot let consume him under any circumstances.

He goes back to Purgatory Hall and packs up the groceries. If someone crosses paths with him before he can go to his room, he'll pretend that everything is fine, but that he's a little tired. Luke, Solomon and even Raphael will let him be. Not because they believe it, but because they can perceive an almost frightening aura coming from him.

Love is like a pendulum, just as it swings to one side that lights up your soul, it can also swing to the side that shatters it with the exact same intensity. How could you do that to him? No! He can't blame you. These are his feelings, he is the one that has to deal with them. But they still connected to you. And who was that demon? He would understand the Brothers, but who was that one? Should he talk to you? He has to calm down first. But yes, he needs to talk to you!

He was about to text you, asking if you could meet him at Purgatory Hall, but you were faster and sent him a message saying: “Hey. I haven’t seen you today. And Luke told me you feel a little blue. If you want to talk, I'm here for you.” Unfortunately, this was worse than if he had sent the message first. You were being your kind self, the one he felt in love with. Reading it while remembering what he say, it's just heartbreaking. But he needs to settle that matter.

“I'm glad. Actually, I would like to talk to you. Could you come to Purgatory Hall today?” You answer with an of course, and you go there. You go to his room for more privacy.

You may never find out, but he trained himself in what to say and how to say it to you. “The truth is... I ended up seeing you yesterday. On the street. With that demon.” he doesn't hide his sadness. And he expected to see an expression of surprise, realizing what he was talking about. But you were just really confused. What demon? What Street? You were at the Demon Lord's Castle the whole time yesterday. You were having tea with Diavolo because he wanted to talk to you about ideas he had for improving the exchange students program.

Because he's an angel, he can tell you're being completely sincere. So, would he have mistaken you for someone else? No, it was clearly you. Or someone impersonating you? He would solve this problem later. Perhaps with the help of Lucifer and Diavolo. But for now, he felt as if his heart had healed. The tightness he felt returned to a comforting warmth. And you can see it in his face.

He explains to you what happened and you tell him you would never do such a thing. Despite the relief, he still had a sad look on his face. You get closer to him, caress his face to bring it closer to you and kiss him on the cheek. He hugs you and touches his forehead to yours. “Can I be a little selfish and ask you to stay with me a little longer?”

Solomon was buying ingredients for his magical experiments when he saw "you". He is shocked and he just wants to separate that demon from "you". He may have given it some thought. Maybe it crossed his mind, even for a few seconds, that maybe he should leave the two of you and talk to you later about it. But he doesn't care. He takes some material from his shopping and casts a spell that sets fire to the pants of the demon that's kissing “you”. More specifically, on his butt.

The demon panics and when “you” see that and then Solomon “you” panic too. And the two run away. Which is another shock for Solomon. He didn't attack you. He wanted to talk to you. But you... ran away. You ran away from him? What... what was he supposed to do now?

You get a message from him late at night. Like VERY late at night: “You know, I really wanted to talk to you. But I didn't know how to do it. If you want to talk, I'm at... that bar I forgot the name of... you know. I am here.” You remember Asmo telling you about Solomon getting drunk in a Devildom bar. It was probably what was happening at that moment as well. You decide to meet with him, mainly to make sure he was okay. Or at least as okay as he could be.

When you arrive, he waves to you. You sit in the chair next to him instead of in front of him. He had a bottle of a drink from the human world in his hand. Half empty. “Hey. Sorry to text you so late, but I really needed to talk to you about this afternoon.” About that afternoon? What happened? “Oh, do you want to forget about that thing? Yeah, I'd really like to forget that too. I tried, as you can see, but I can't.”

But what was he talking about? What did he see? “Listen, don't do this. I just want to work things out. I mean, clarify the matter.” And you tell him you have no idea what he saw that afternoon. You were at the Demon Lord's Castle all afternoon with Barbatos. Learning how to make a tea that Lucifer really liked for the days when he was more stressed. It took most of the afternoon because it was difficult to prepare.

He almost jumps out of his chair. “Wait! Are you serious? Let me just call Barbatos for a minute.” He calls him, who confirms what you just said. “So you weren't out on the street with that demon? Then who was...? Ha... ha ha ha ha ha...” and he bursts with laughter.

You try to ask him what he's talking about, but he says it doesn't matter right now. Since you are right next to him, he hugs you, almost desperately. He's so relieved it wasn't you. He won't tell you anytime soon what he saw. Your curiosity will keep you close to him. And that's exactly what he wants.

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[ottosuricatoblog]

"Protected."

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Author: soooo this is my first request! Thank you sm for asking! I hope this is alright! As you can see, reader is also a Stark but this is not part of my series "Fucked". I hope you enjoy it!!💖

Request: Prompt 13 and 23 would he so cute together! Maybe like an arranged marriage🤭 I would love to see what you could come up with 💕

13. “what are you doing in my room?” “oh, you mean, our room?”

23. “and who are you to tell me who i can and can't be with?” “i'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children.”

When your father told you and your little sisters you were moving to Kings Landing with him, you were less than thrilled. Arya could take it. She's a witty girl. Sansa, though, was an innocent bird, and she had been promised to the prince, the little fucker. You knew you needed to be there for her until she could be there for herself.

The days in Kings Landing were exhausting. You were always looking over Sansa, which meant spending time with the hateful prince as well. The only positive thing about it was getting to know the prince's guard, Sandor. He was quite dry with you at first, but you didn't mind, continuing to be the chatty girl you've always been. He pretended not to listen to you, but he always asked something if you didn't talk, which didn't fail to make you smile. You developed an interesting relationship. He took care of Sansa when you couldn't, and you soon realized he cared more for both of you than he would admit.

After your father's execution, Arya was nowhere to be seen. The now King took pleasure in torturing everyone, but specifically your sister. The second time he decided to take her to admire your father's head on a spike, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you really enjoy this?" You hiss, holding your sister as she cries. "You're a monster."

"How dare you disrespect your King? You fucking whore!" He shouts. "DOG!" He motions for Sandor. "Take her to the Great Hall. I'll decide what I do with her on my way there."

Sandor looks at you, anger in his eyes.

"C'mon." He grunts, pushing you slightly.

Halfway through, he stops abruptly.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" He barks. "I can't protect you from the King if you're fucking insulting him in his presence."

"I know!" You groan, still pissed. "I know. Couldn't help it. He's cruel, Sandor. She's just a kid."

"Yes, he's fucking cruel. He's also the fucking King!" The look in Sandor's eyes is a mix of anger and pain.

"When he kills me," You start, and he clenches his jaw. "Take care of Sansa." Your eyes fill with tears.

"He won't kill you." Sandor says and starts walking again.

You arrive at the Great Hall, and ten minutes later, so does the King.

"My King." You try as he's sitting on his throne.

"Shup up!" He says. "You don't get to talk."

You stay still, remaining silent.

"I wanted to execute you, put your head next to your traitorous father's. My mother has advised against it." You sigh, thanking the Gods for Cersei in that very moment. Sandor does the same at his spot.

"Nevertheless, you did insult me, so this cannot remain unpunished." The King continues. "If I recall, you called me 'monster'. You're going to know a real monster." He shows an evil smile. "DOG!" He shouts.

Sandor looks at him confused. "Your Grace?"

You look at Sandor out of the corner of your eye.

"Here!" He says, motioning for you. "Come here."

He does as he is told, standing next to you.

"Lady Y/N, here's your monster." Joffrey says, delighted. "You're to marry the Hound."

You walk back to your chambers, very confused. You thought you were dying today. Instead, you're getting married. You're marrying not other than Sandor Clegane. It could be worse, but you're certainly shocked.

You get to your chambers, going directly to the table and pouring a cup of wine.

The door suddenly opens, and you see Sandor stepping inside and closing it.

"What are you doing in my room?" You ask, still a bit shocked.

"Oh, you mean our room?" He says, irony evident in his voice. "What the fuck was that?"

"The hell I know." Yoy say, sipping your wine.

"It's a bit early to drink, don't you think?" He seems amused.

"Fuck off." You mumble, which makes him smirk.

"Look, I know this is not what you dreamed of when you were a child," He starts. "A beautiful lady marrying an old ugly dog."

"You're not." You interrupts him, but he stops you again. Does he think you're beautiful?

"I don’t need you to lie to me, girl. I know what I look like."

"Will you shut up?" You say, walking towards him. "I was a bit shocked because I thought I was going to die, and the marriage news got me by surprise."

He stands there, looking at you.

"That said, if I have to marry someone in this shithole, it would be you." You continue, to which he frowns. "You're the only person here who was been kind to me, at least in your own way. You've protected me and my sisters. You're a survivor, just like us." Hiz gaze softens at that. "And, even if you may not believe it, you're unconventionally attractive." You smirk.

He shows the shadow of a smile. "It's not like you have a choice." He says softly. "I will protect you. I will take care of you. I promise."

You take his massive hand in yours. "I know you will." He pulls you into his chest, his arms around you.

You stay like that for a few seconds, until he hears you mumble against his chest. "If you fail to protect me, I can always marry Ser Meryn Trant." You tease, knowing how much he hates him.

He grunts. "You're not even talking to that fucker again."

You laugh against him. "And who are you to tell me who I can and can't be with?" You say, smirking.

He grunts again, which makes you laugh. He moves you to the wall so you're pressed against it, your faces dangerously close.

"I'm your future husband," He groans against your mouth. "And probably, father of your future children.”

You feel butterflies in your stomach, fighting the urge to kiss him and deciding to tease him a bit longer.

"That so?" You say, smirking.

You hear him say "Mine." before he presses his mouth against yours.

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[cozymoko]

THANKヽ(*´∀)ﾉﾟYOU for doing my request (the Mukami sister one)! I loved it so much!!!

You mentioned that Platonic Yanderes are your favorite, so I hope you don't mind terribly if I make another request? Your headcanons for the Sakamaki or Mukami brothers (whichever you prefer!) with a young sister who's energetic and adventurous. She is always eager to try new things (regardless of danger), tends to run off to explore her surroundings and, worst of all, loves to meet new people. Basically a nightmare scenario for her poor brothers haha

RECKLESS, SOCIAL LITTLE SISTER

Note: No thank YOU and keep 'em coming, I enjoy doing them very much! (≧∇≦)

SYNOPSIS: Sakamkai's with little sister who enjoys exploring, is reckless, and loves to meet new people.

Pairing: Sakamaki brothers (seperate) x platonic! sister reader

Format: Headcanons

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, mentions of murder/obsessive behavior in Kanatos' part.

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SHU SAKAMAKI

The ridiculous amount of energy you have is already enough for him. Shu doesn't so much as try to keep up with your childish eagerness anymore. You'll learn your lesson sooner than later so he does very little interfering with your careless endeavors. That is if they don't cause you any serious trouble.

However, he draws the line at your friendliness. Nothing gives him more of a migraine than your pointless interactions with everyone you meet. It's exhausting, to say the least, and he prays that you'll grow out of it someday. But if it makes you happy as of now, then so be it.

"Tsk, troublesome girl...What do you gain from interacting with strangers? Hah, figures, at this rate I'll have to tie you to a chair."

REIJI SAKAMAKI

You've had your fair share of punishments by Reiji's hand, which was no surprise. For instance, when he caught you dangling from that villainous branch that framed your bedroom window or even seated on your knees to coo to a mere alley cat who caught your eye. He. Was. Livid.

Your need to befriend every person you see is ridiculous. As a young lady, you should be focusing on your studies and extracurriculars he arranged in your stead. There's absolutely no time to be dwelling on insignificant people who will do little to better you. But a little begging goes a long way, my dear.

"Young lady, have you lost your mind? Such behavior is absolutely unacceptable. Have you no care for your safety? This kind of behavior cannot possibly go unpunished."

AYATO SAKAMAKI

Ayato couldn't give two fucks about your "adventures", better yet, he'll tag along just to "protect" you. (Or taunt you for better wording). With you being immortal, death didn't come as easy as other things so he has no real worries for you...safety-wise.

Now, this is the utmost disrespect. How could you possibly want to speak with anyone but him? Ayato is a narcissist so save yourself the pointless arguing, you won't win. He's petty to the point that you almost forget that he's older than you! But I digress, a few shots to his ego and he'll be as good as new.

"Oi, what's the point in talking to other people when Ore-sama is here, you're wastin' your time. I'm way better than 'em anyways!"

KANATO SAKAMAKI

You're lucky. If you weren't his sister, he'd kill you. Everything about your personality plagues him and his sanity. Or whatever's left of it. He found your recklessness to be incredibly unladylike. If ruining dresses was a sport, you'd be a pro and he despises you for it.

Not even his own sister is exempt from being locked away. Kanato may not be as inclined to do it but the option is still on the table. Nothing terrifies him more than the possibility of you leaving or attempting to replace him, he won't allow it. Even if he has to kill everyone you meet.

"Hey! Don't do that, you'll ruin the dress I made you! Uu...You're so careless...hic...are you trying to worry me?!"

LAITO SAKAMAKI

Though not the protective type, Laito never strayed too far from your side. In mild curiosity, perhaps, but mostly for his own enjoyment. If you truly need it, he'll save you; however, don't expect this to happen often. You're a vampire after all, why would he ruin his fun to rescue someone making rash decisions? Even his precious sister is no exception~!

At first, he found your boldness amusing. Ranging from painfully awkward encounters to the potential blooming of new friendships. But he simply cannot ignore the lingering stares you received, some in astonishment and others not so much. That left him in quite a sour mood.

"Ah~! That boy, do you know him? Fufu~ he was definitely flirting with you just now. What a shame, I'd never allow such filthy men to touch you."

SUBARU SAKAMAKI

As we all know, Subaru is awful at suppressing his emotions despite how hard he tries. Nothing will ever prepare him for this heart-stopping behavior of yours. Subaru understands that you're growing up and you can take care of yourself, but even that isn't enough to ease his nerves. Especially not with you taking after your "dumbass of a father", as he'd say.

The first time he witnessed this he almost had a heart attack. His fair skin was drained of every drop of color and he appeared absolutely mortified, which he was. Subaru had left your side for a mere second and here you are, seated at a table, completely engrossed in a conversation with mortals that looked to be your age. All in all, he's just anti-social and protective, don't be too hard on him!

"Oi, don't go talkin' to just anybody, got it? Ha—? what do you mean 'why?' Tch, forget it, I'll beat their asses instead."

[russellius]

Russell reveals Verstappen threat in remarkable attack

By Chris Medland | December 5, 2024 7:06 AM ET

George Russell has launched a scathing attack on Max Verstappen following the world champion’s criticism of his conduct in the stewards’ room in Qatar.

Verstappen said he lost all respect for Russell because “I’ve never seen someone trying to screw someone over that hard”, as the Dutchman received a one-place grid penalty for driving too slowly in qualifying. Verstappen made even stronger comments to Dutch television post-race, but Russell claims the four-time world champion then threatened to intentionally take him out of the race.

“I find it all quite ironic seeing as Saturday night he said he was going to purposefully go out of his way to crash into me and ‘put me on my f****** head in the wall’,” Russell told select media including RACER. “So to question somebody’s integrity as a person, while saying comments like that the day before, I find is very ironic, and I’m not going to sit here and accept it.

“People have been bullied by Max for years now, and you can’t question his driving abilities. But he cannot deal with adversity. Whenever anything has gone against him – Jeddah ’21, Brazil ’21 – he lashes out. Budapest this year, the very first race the car wasn’t dominant, crashing into Lewis, slamming his team…

“For me, those comments on Saturday night and Sunday were totally disrespectful and unnecessary. Because what happens on track, we fight hard, that’s part of racing. What happens in the stewards’ room, you fight hard, but it’s never personal. But he’s taken it too far now.”

Fully recounting the interaction between the two, Russell added: “ to me privately, straight out of the stewards.

“He said, ‘I don’t know why you would want to screw me like this, I’m so disappointed in you. I was going to not even race you tomorrow, I was going to let you by, but now if I have to, I will purposely go out of my way to put you on your f****** head in the wall.’ So I don’t understand why he was so unnecessarily aggressive and violent in that regard.”

While unaware of Russell’s latest response, Verstappen doubled-down on his comments from Qatar during an Abu Dhabi Grand Prix press conference. But beyond the verbal exchanges, the Mercedes drivers says he also takes exception to the way Verstappen races.

“(I’m speaking out) because he’s come out in the media, and I feel has disrespected me as a driver,” said Russell. “I’ve known him for 12 years, we’ve had respect with one another beforehand. We’ve never had any collisions or… In the junior categories, he was always one – Max is a year older than me, so we only crossed paths once, 2011 but we never really had any sort of comings together.

“But we’ve got a guy who’s on the top of this sport who feels he’s above the law, and I don’t think that’s right.

“I admire his on-track battles, and when he’s hard and aggressive. But what we saw in the end of the season in ’21 or what we saw in Mexico with Lando, they weren’t hard, aggressive maneuvers. They were ‘do or die. I’m willing to take this guy out’. Which I don’t think is the way we should go racing.

“I honestly just want to set the record straight, to be honest. Because it’s just a total double standard that he has for the regulations, and just thinking that he is above everybody else.

“So it’s not me trying to assert my leadership style or anything. It’s just somebody has come out and said that I’m a two-faced motherf****r, and he’s entitled to his own opinions. But coming out and saying that publicly, and slamming me publicly, I’m just not going to accept it, and I’m going to tell people what the reality was.

“He pushes himself to the absolute limit week in, week out, and in 95 percent of the scenarios, that is incredible to see, and I respect him for that 95 percent. But there have been incidents that have gone unpunished. Maybe that is why he thinks he can get away with murder. But that is not the world we live in, and actions have consequences.”

Russell also says he lost respect for the way Verstappen has handled adversity at times this season, again citing the Hungarian Grand Prix where the Red Bull driver was extremely vocal on team radio. 

“It can’t just keep going on like that. For me, it’s interesting, this whole regard with him and his own team,” he said. “They’re doing their utmost to get Horner out of Red Bull, but at the very first race that he wasn’t competitive, he was absolutely slamming his team, and I know for a fact the week after, a quarter of his engineering team were sending their CVs to Mercedes, to McLaren, to Aston.

“So I don’t respect somebody who doesn’t appreciate those who have given him the chance to perform, because these last 12 races, he has had a car that is of normal competitiveness, and he’s been in the fight the same way as myself, Lewis (Hamilton), Charles (Leclerc), Carlos (Sainz), Lando and (Oscar) Piastri have been. And that’s how it should be.

“I feel like we all need to lead by example here. He’s the biggest, most successful guy in the sport for the last couple of years. He can do what he wants in his own business, but when he starts throwing comments around like he did on Sunday night about me, I’m not just going to sit there and accept it.”

[urnumber1star]

Fallen From The Stars

I wrote this short story for my creative writing class the other day. I personally really like it because it's also a re write of a story I wrote a few years ago!

Story under the cut

“Angelina!” The Ethereals voice echoed through the large, empty room. The only thing inside was a group of two, long, tables hovering at least fifteen feet above the ground, forcing Angie to crane her neck up to try to look at them.

She’d been in this room before. Countless times actually. Usually the bright white marble floors and walls were comforting, but today she felt suffocated. Like she was trapped in a large, bright box.

“For your crimes against the Ethereal people, you must be punished.” His voice made Angies ears hurt. She’d always hated him. Ever since she first arrived at the Celestial Relam he had made his presence known as an important member of society. Angie remembered that day well, though she often wished she didn’t.

“Eric, let me handle it.” The woman next to him said, the High Ethereal. Arguably the most important person in the entire realm. She chose humans to bring up and become Celestials, she often trained lower level Ethereals on how to use their magic, their entire being was under the High Ethereal. And Angie had been her assistant since practically the day she got there.

“But my lady, she purposely sabatoged our attempts of finally killing that blasted celestail. She purposely put every single Ethereal and Celestial here at risk!” Eric scoffed and rolled his eyes. A brave move for anyone to disrespect the High Ethereal.

“Eric, I will handle it.” She said sternly, and began getting up out of her seat. “I will ensure she is met with the proper punishment. It will never happen again.” She said, looking down at Eric, who was still sitting in his seat.

Angie was about to open her mouth to say something before the High Ethereal shot her a look and she snapped her mouth shut again. She was in enough trouble as it was.

“Angelina. Come with me.” The high Ethereal commanded as she floated to the ground and walked past her as she walked to the tall, blue and purple crystle doors behind her.

Angie smirked up at Eric and the other members of the counsel before darting after the High Ethereal, who was already gone.

After a moment of running through the bright, white and gold hallway she caught up to the High Ethereal, who was casually walking along.

“Thanks Eliza.” Anige sighed. The High Ethereal always got her out of trouble when something like this happened. Which it did often.

“Dont thank me yet Angie. Eric has a point you know. You could have caused me and the council quite the headache if that little stunt of yours went wrong.” She scolded, though not bothering to look down at Angie.

Angie scoffed. It had been nearly a month since her little sister Venus had attempted to break into the High Ethereals study. Angie wasn't permitted to know what she was planning, but whatever it was it must have been bad, because the high council sentenced her to execution, and dispite all the issues Angie had with her sister, she wasn't going to let that happen.

“What was I supposed to do?” Angie snapped back. She knew she wasn't supposed to raise her voice and the High Ethereal. But it just couldnt be helped.

“Not actively sabotage the execution and trap her in Polaris.” The High Ethereal replied calmly.

“But Eliza, she's my baby sister. I’m not just going to sit down and watch-”

The High Ethereal put up her hand. “Enough. You already know that something like this can't go unpunished dear.”

“But why? You’ve always cut me slack before.”

“Yes but that needs to change. The people are getting frustrated with me and I cannot allow any possible uprising. You need to be held to the same standard as everyone else Angie dear.”

Angie sighed. “Fine. What do I have to do? Handle Cassiopia again?”

“Cassiopia was handled two decades ago.”

“Work the mines in Perseus?”

“The mines were just cleared by the people recently.”

“Clean out your study?”

The High Ethereal laughed. “Oh no. You’ve done nothing deserving of that.”

Angie raised her eyebrow. Those were the usual punishments she got.

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Well, the council and I were discussing earlier on what would be suitable for you. I personally dont think that what you did was in malicious intent, but the others think I’ve been too lenient on you. Which I agree with. So we’ve decided to bond you with a human for one year.”

Angies jaw dropped.

“You’re joking?”

The High Ethereal shook her head.

“No my dear. I know your history with humans. But-”

“They’re vile!” Angie interrupted.

“Yes… I know your feelings for humans. But the others seemed to think this was the only punishment siutable.”

“And you agreed to this!?”

“Angie, a punishment isnt a punishment if you want to do it. This is the only thing I could think of that would satisfy the council that wasn't something completely outrageous.”

Angie groaned in frustration. She would take anything but this.

“Oh come on, you know humans arent all bad! I was human once. And so were you.” The high ethereal smiled sweetly. But Angie thought it didn't suit the situation.

“I’ll let you choose one!” She offered.

Angie considered this for a moment. There are a lot of humans nowadays. Maybe she could pick the one that sucked the least?

“Fine.” Angie reluctantly agreed and the High Ethereal grinned.

“Oh good! Come come. Follow me.” She said and Angie watched as the High Ehteral hovered mere inches off the ground and swifty disappeared down the long hall, forcing Angie to run after her.

When Angie finally caught up with her and burst through the heavy wooden doors she saw the High Ethereal in the center of her study. She was standing below a large, purple star map she conjured.

“What's that for?” Angie asked, looking up at the map while it spun around and changed as the High Ethereal was searching.

“Searching for humans that dont already have gardians.”

“Do lots of them have one?”

“Yes. Most humans currently have an Ethereal watching over them. Or they have before.”

Angie nodded and watched as the High Ethereal continued browsing earth.

“How about this one?” She asked as a viewing of a woman came up. She looked to be about thirty. She was walking to her car with a handful of drinks, before suddenly tripping on a stone in the parking lot. Falling on her face and drinks showering the ground.

Angie and the High Ethereal winced as they watched the woman punch her car in frustration.

“No thanks…” Angie muttered.

The High Ethereal nodded and waved her hands some more and the star map landed on what looked like a five year old boy and girl having a screaming match.

“Absolutly not.” Angie said, hands on her hips.

The High Ethereal and Angie continued their search for what felt like hours until the High Ethereal finally landed on another human.

“Oh this one looks nice!” She said enthusiastically.

Angie had been hovering in the top corner of the study. Trying to help organize a large heap of floating books. She looked down at the map to see a boy. He looked about her age in human years. Maybe sixteen or seventeen? He didn't seem to be doing much. Just chatting with another group of teenagers. He looked boring. But easy. The least amount of work possible the better.

“Fine. Bring him here.”

[haydenigmatic]

!!!!!SPOILERS!!!!

About the Dracarion family

Oh Lord, Bhaltair loves his family, but in this case he would feel betrayed of course, but the darkness he hadn't allowed to surface with his family would overtake him. He would be utterly furious! How dare his wife and brother betray him like that?! They deserve the harshest punishment possible for their treachery, going with the punishment established for the law. His wife, the queen, and his brother, his own flesh and blood, would pay dearly for their betrayal. And as for the children, if they're not his, they're nothing but a stain on his honour. He'd have no choice but to uphold the purity of the royal bloodline, even if it means executing them. It's the only way to ensure his legacy remains untainted by their deceit. They'll all face the consequences of their actions, no matter how severe. Betrayal like this cannot go unpunished!

Just to add a little more fuel towards her, Abaddon-Bhaltair's father, used to cheat on his mother a lot, so he always saw her suffering and before there were even talks of a betrothal between Merindah and Bhaltair, he promised her, if she were to accept him he would never disrespect her like his father did his mother🥺.

😅She was twenty at that time, so, young, and two years before she had her first child, but then her husband was away most of the time, not only that, but at that time she had just lost her dear mother, and let's just say her childhood friend was around and one thing led to another... she wasn't horny, she just wanted someone to be there.

Now for uncle is somewhat different, they grew up together (he was a ward at the Draegerts), and he fell in love with her, when she was fifteen, she was sent to court, and she and his brother were practically forced to spend time together, so he knew what were the plans for her, she was to be his brother's queen...

Now he believes he is our MC's father, so he would be hurt by us the most indeed, always telling him he is not our father so he should mind his place😈, and don't worry I will give you guys the choice to torture and kill him.

So in this, I like to change a little Santayana's quote, and be more like “Those who do not know the past are condemned to repeat it.”

Well Drystan's hair is light brown, and can be assumed it comes from Zhera's side of the family, as Branton also has it👀, as for Abaddon (the late king) he had the same hair as MC. And it will indeed be commented on in court.

Yes, but for the combination of red/violet eyes not so much, there have been ancestors with a combination of one of those, but never with both😈.

In a way, in case of a M!MC marriage offers are skipping Drystan preferring MC, all because they don't see him capable of having heirs (thanks to a little accident he will have)

[thebetterbureau]

He doesn’t see it. The bear. The Bureau, watching through it all, eyes a blaring red and ears pinned back. 

It hates that bird. It hates him. It can’t help the disgusting sensation. It had already decided rage was not a human emotion, it was built into its function for a purpose, and this must be it. It decides that here, now, this was it. The disrespect for the federation’s authority, for their property and orders, the ignorance to its every action. It tries to be respectful, as it’s been told to do. It really did. Was this not enough?

If force is the only way to demand respect, then it was. Examples were to be made. Disobedience was to be punished. The rules are burnt into its hardware, ensuring it would never be like the other, a constant skip in its memory cards. Nothing goes unpunished. Disrespect should not go unpunished. Stepping out of line and undermining your authority gets you punished. That’s how things always should have been. (And nobody had done this yet, not to it, so it must be doing right, and this bird was spitting on it, and that cannot go unpunished. It cannot. It cannot.)

If the residents won’t listen, the Bureau will take matters into its own hands. It’s that simple.

It cools its system and straightens up. 

[joyfulladywarrior]

Alicent and Larys were discovered au

Smart Rhaenyra

This takes place before Laena dies

The septas stripped Alicent of her garments and cut her hair in preparation of her walk of shame. Even though it was Larys who was taking pleasure and not her. Even though he did not even defile her, only stared at her feet. Alicent is the one who was being punished. The discovery of Alicent holding the hem of her dress up and showing her feet to Larys was a shock to everyone in the keep. How could the pious queen who was dutiful to her husband and her house commit an atrocity that one would expect of the crown princess. Unless... none of the rumors regarding the princess were true.

Alicent and Larys were discovered because of the king. Viserys had been having dreams of dragons falling from the sky and dying. The dreams had started after Alicent refused Rhaenyra's proposal to betroth Helaena to Jacaerys. Viserys had wanted comfort from Alicent and went to visit her. At her chamber, the kingsguards had looked at each other and refused to let the king in. Viserys was shocked at the blatant disrespect shown to him. Only when Ser Westerling started to get agitated and threatened them did they let both of them inside. They were not announced to the queen when they entered. What he'd seen upon entering shocked the king to the core. Larys had his manhood out and was pleasuring himself while the queen had her feet exposed at the footstool.

The small council was called and Alicent was in attendance as was Larys and Otto. First thing announced was the demotion of Otto as the hand of the king and that Rhaenyra would become the hand. Second, Viserys announced his annulment from Alicent. This led to an uproar from the entire council; both the greens and the blacks. Viserys relayed the events of the previous night. He had also said that there are a lot of dragonseeds in kingslanding and he cannot know entirely that they are his children. They look too much like their mother but in Valyrian colors. The king wanted to have her and her father executed but Rhaenyra spoke on her and her father's behalf in the meeting and appealed for a light punishment.

The meeting concluded with the king ordering the kingsguard, including Cole, to throw the queen to the cells and to order the septas to prepare her for a walk of shame and declare her a royal mistress (he still desired her physically). Otto knew that Aegon's position would be in danger if the news about the queen's actions reached the realm but the king was determined to make an example out of her. The small council (all supporters of the Hightowers) are unsure of what to do. On one hand, they don't want to weaken Aegon's position but they could come up with no excuses for the queen other to beg the king for leniency. She was caught and even if they all knew that Otto whored her to Viserys, no one could have said anything about her before. On the other hand, other than Rhaenyra's children's hair and eye color, she has never been caught in the act. They have been building a case against her with other houses based on how her children look. If they begged the king for leniency in a case where the queen was discovered by him, then this would set a precedent against them should Rhaenyra ever get discovered.

As for Rhaenyra herself, this was a golden opportunity to get back at Alicent for all the rumors against herself and her children. She told her servants to spread the word about what happened the moment she found out. She begged for leniency towards her former friend and stepmother in order to appear a benevolent princess. Perception does matter. She made sure that her half siblings hear of her stance.

Once Rhaenyra spoke in favor of forgiving Alicent's affair, it was all over for Alicent. The council would never allow Alicent to go unpunished since Rhaenyra tried to defend her (the problem with making sure everyone hates Rhaenyra and want to go against her is that they would go against her even if it benefitted them). Viserys thought that his daughter was simply being a good friend to Alicent but rumors have spread. Another accidental side effect of Rhaenyra defending Alicent was that her half siblings actually tried to get close to her and for the first time, she even let them. Even if the council tried to get Aegon crowned, he would refuse it now that he loves his sister. As for Alicent, she nearly went mad when Rhaenyra defended her and all the men in her life that she performed her duty to, agreed to let her be paraded in the streets and strip her of her queen and lady titles to become a mere mistress. Viserys himself implied if other men wanted to have a go at her, then she could spread her legs since he cannot stop her.

After Alicent's walk of shame, the number of the greens dwindled and there was no opposition when it was time for Rhaenyra to be crowned. She became the first queen in the history of Westeros and she was not the last. The reputation of house Hightower was affected by the entire ordeal as well. This was the second Hightower married to a king and she was hailed the worst queen consort in the history of Westeros.

[erabundus]

anonymous &&. said... We have stolen your husband's cat. If you want him back, drop 50.000 mora tonight at a table at the Wangshu Inn and he will be returned. - THE Catnappers

he's  obviously  not  going  to  acquiesce  to  their  demands  —  least  of  all  because  he  doesn't  actually  possess  the  mora  to  AFFORD  THEM.  ❝  ...  ❞   the  wanderer  is  silent,  eyes  seeming  to  bore  twin  holes  through  the  apparent  ransom  note.  ordinarily,  he  wouldn't  entertain  such  foolish  games  at  all  —  but  they  made  the  mistake  of  tampering  with  something  he  loves,  something  KAZUHA  loves,  and  he  simply  cannot  allow  such  a  blatant  display  of  disrespect  go  unpunished.  he  supposes  he  could  just  inform  xiao  of  the  self-proclaimed  catnappers;  surely  the  conqueror  of  demons  is  more  than  a  match  for  some  overly-ambitious  fools  with  an  apparent  draw  to  playing  with  fire.  however,  this  is  far  too  personal  an  affair  not  to  dirty  his  hands.  it  isn't  a  sin  to  strike  back  at  someone  who  tried  to  harm  him  first, the wanderer reasons;  if  anything,  the  note  could  suffice  for  written  PERMISSION.

eyes  sweep  across  the  text  for  what  must  surely  be  the  dozenth  time.  a  table  at  wangshu  inn.  such  a  public  location  guarantees  someone  will  be  in  the  vicinity  to  snatch  up  the  funds.  how  kind  of  them  to  tell  him  precisely  where  to  find  them.

he  can  only  hope  to  settle  this  matter  before  kazuha  finds  out.  although ...  ren  supposes  if  he  does,  he  won't  particularly  mind  THE  HELP,  either.

[silverwings-stories]

🪶VultureClan: The Beginning🪶

New Clan! VultureClan's story is quite a bit darker than DaisyClan's, so be prepared for some spookier themes. I wanted to try a few different things to see how it would effect my gameplay. Enjoy!

A group of bloodthirsty rogues hunted down and killed a small Clan, planning to take their bountiful hunting grounds for themselves. But the rogues would not go unpunished, for StarClan saw what they did.

One by one, the rogues died off, until only a kit was left. The StarClan cats guided him to the Carrion Cliffs, a desolate mountain range where prey was scarce and the sky was almost always dark. This is where StarClan led the Clans that needed to be punished.

The kit, Hollowkit, became the first member of VultureClan. He was led by the StarClan Guide through the Carrion Cliffs, until they came to a sheltered cavern where the Clan would make its home. Here they would live for the moons to come, until StarClan decided they had atoned for the sins of their ancestors.

>>>

THE CODE

The code of the Carrion Cliff clans is the same for any other clan, but each breaking of the code has specific punishments assigned.

Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle. (Any cat that refuses to put themselves in harm’s way for the sake of their Clan is a coward and a traitor to their clan.  They must spend a moon outside Clan territory to learn how lucky they are to live in a clan. On the second offence, they will be exiled. Any cat caught forming a romantic relationship with an outsider will be stripped of their warrior status and not permitted to leave camp for one moon, after which they must pass a warrior assessment. On the second offence, they will be stripped of their warrior status permanently. If any kits are born from a forbidden relationship, those kits may never become warriors either.)

Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory. (In the case of trespassing, the offender must be confined to camp for three days. In the case of hunting on another clan’s territory, they must hunt ten pieces of prey for their clan before they are allowed to eat again.)

Elders, queens, sick or injured cats and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. (Any cat who eats prey before the clan is fed must suffer the harsh reality of starvation. They are not permitted to eat for three days.)

Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life. (Any cat who disrespects the gifts StarClan has given them must spend one night out of camp. During this night, they may not eat, sleep, or speak to any other cats.)

A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice. (If a leader makes a kit an apprentice before they are six moons old, the leader and the deputy may not have any kits of their own for a full year.)

Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name. (If a warrior cannot complete their vigil, they are unfit to become a warrior. The cat will be demoted to apprentice for one moon and may not become a warrior again until they pass another assessment.)

A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice. (If a leader appoints an inexperienced deputy when there are other cats available who have been mentors, the deputy must be demoted back to a warrior and they may not be promoted until they have mentored an apprentice. No other cat may be deputy at this time. )

The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires, or is exiled. (If a cat that was not the deputy comes to StarClan to become a leader, they will not be given their nine lives, and StarClan will hold them prisoner until the deputy is presented.)

After the death, retirement, promotion (to a leader status), or exile of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh. (If this deadline is missed, the leader will not be permitted to promote another deputy for a whole moon.)

A Gathering of all Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts for the night. There shall be no fighting among Clans at this time. (If a clan does not arrive at a gathering, the leaders of the other clans are allowed to bring their cats to the offending clan’s camp and hold the gathering there. In the event of a fight at a gathering, the offending clan(s) will not be allowed to attend next moon’s gathering.)

Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats. (If a border has not been marked for a full day, enemy clan cats are allowed to hunt on the offending clan’s territory without repercussion. In the event of trespassing, if the offender is not properly dealt with, the guilty cat(s) must be confined to camp for five days.)

No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan. (If the negligence results in the injury of the kit, the offending cat’s next born kit will be sent to another clan for two moons. If the negligence results in the death of the kit, the offending cat’s next born kit will be exiled at the age of six moons. In any case, if the offending kit doesn’t have kits for the next twelve moons after the incident, they may never have kits.)

The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code. (If a cat challenges their leader, the leader may declare that no one can speak to the offender for one moon. If the cat goes against the leader’s order or behind their back, They must spend a moon outside Clan territory to learn how lucky they are to live in a clan. On the second offence, they will be exiled.)

An honourable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win their battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or if it is necessary for self-defence. (If a warrior kills another cat, and the medicine cat and leader decide there was malicious intent, the warrior will be exiled.)

A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet. (If a warrior is caught eating kittypet food or consorting with twolegs, they will be stripped of their warrior status and not permitted to leave camp for one moon, after which they must pass a warrior assessment. If they leave the clan for a life as a kittypet, any warrior who comes across them in their territory is permitted to attack them on sight.)

Each Clan has the right to be proud and independent, but in times of trouble they must forget their boundaries and fight side by side to protect them all. Each Clan must help the others so that no Clan will fall. (If a clan refuses to fight beside a Clan, their leader will be stripped of their nine lives.)

Other Rules

If a cat does not follow through with their punishment, there is a chance StarClan will tear their soul from their body and send them to the Place of No Stars.

The punishment for Code One involving relationships with outsiders also applies to medicine cats who form romantic bonds.

Cats “stripped of their warrior status” are called Codebreakers. They are permitted to live in the camp, but they are not allowed to go on patrols, fight in battles, or perform any warrior duties. They must also hunt for themselves, and only themselves. They may not eat from the fresh-kill pile. Warriors are allowed to help them hunt, but only if the clan has been fed.

That's all for today! I will still be making DaisyClan posts as well - I'll probably upload them on Mondays and VultureClan's on Thursdays.

If you want to see more of my work, I also have an alt account where I post non-clangen art and a YouTube channel.

Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!

[mohgwynn]

betrayal, clarity, rage. (for any muse! have fun)

from send three words for a drabble [accepting!!]

It’s usually entertaining, at the very least, when Alberich goes and fucks something up — kills a companion, or reaps the roses, or gets himself killed by a compatriot. But there’s an undeniable rage in the Omen’s golden eye this time that’s enough to make even the immovable tremble in their boots. And Alberich is made only of straw and stone.

The Omen’s words are dark and regal, like a God sentencing one to eternal damnation: “Release him.”

Alberich drops Miquella’s hand like one fumbling with a tea tray.

Which doesn’t help, honestly. Alberich is not a tall man, and he hadn’t lifted more than just the Godhead’s middle and ring finger to examine the ring that decorates his pale, putrid flesh, glistening under the firelight against a backdrop of sallow sickness. But the way the cocoon crinkles and creaks as the God’s hand lifelessly sways…

No, no, no…

This betrayal shall not go unpunished.

There isn’t even a warning — no more words to be said — before Mohg, scowling fierce like a hunting dog, raises his horn-clawed hand like a cracking whip and claws a wound into the aether — into the Mother’s womb which surrounds him — and draws forth Her unholy blood. He casts the foul liquid in an arc before him, and Alberich has no room with which to leap back and away. It splatters his shins and dares to spark flame…

But his sorcery is quick, and one swift swipe of his frost-enchanted staff snuffs the flames before they can burn his pale skin.

“I was just—!”

“Do not speak, impious Tarnished!” Mohg commands in a most daunting voice, far louder and grander than anything Alberich has ever heard bellow forth from the typically soft spoken man’s demonic throat before. He points his trident’s golden teeth threateningly towards the other, though the distance between them is still too wide for him to do any real damage. “No excuse shall salvage your wretched soul! You have blindly disrespected the very heart of our Dynasty! You are no better than the Grace that would betray us!”

Despite being a notoriously unagile man, Mohg’s wide and gallant stride is something to fear. Careful not to disturb the cocoon’s peaceful slumber, it takes a mere three steps to close the gap between himself and Alberich, swinging his trident with intent to kill.

Alberich just barely leaps out of the way in time, tumbling nimbly down the steps and drawing his scythe with the same motion. He skillfully lands on his feet with weapons in hand, backing up slowly as the enraged Omen spins on his heel with flame burning bright within his claws.

A heavy blast of frost is cast at the same moment the Mother’s fire is tossed, and the two seem to be a perfect match for one another, their magics crashing together like gale winds in a hurricane, a whoosh of steam and fog brushing each of the combatants’ faces.

They both realise at the same time that their spells are perfect counters of each other.

Which means this will be a battle of brawn.

If, at least, Alberich cannot speak some clarity into existence within the Omen’s bleeding heart.

(But, really… does he even care that much?)

“Don’t be so bloody rash!” Alberich sternly snaps, far more commanding in tone than one ought to be when speaking to a Lord of any merit, even if this one isn’t necessarily his. For yes, though Mohg has resigned to allowing the heretical sorcerer to stalk the swamps of his mausoleum and keep intruders at bay, sating his bloodlust in a manner that doesn’t target his Fingers, Alberich has never once sworn fealty. And now, he’s made his irreverence painfully, shamefully clear. “I was just curious!”

“Do not treat Miquella as a bauble to gawk at!” Mohg snaps back. “He is our most divine of masters, and should be treated as such! You have stained his flesh and mocked his betrothal, treated the divine as naught but a curio!”

A few more wide steps again closes the distance between them, and the trident comes crashing down with force enough to shatter the stone floor. Alberich dodges quickly, his agility a blessing in this moment as he swings his scythe quickly enough to tear through the Omen’s sleeve, leaving a deep gash in his underarm. “How am I meant to revere something I’ve never even seen?!” he argues, swinging his scythe again, though the Omen seems unfazed by its blade gouging his black flesh — immune to pain, but not to bleeding. “And they call me a madman! You’re no better than those bastards at the Hold hiding the Two Fingers away within the— ”

“Enough!”

Another swing of the trident, and then another, and a third. Alberich is not so lucky this time, caught off-guard by the Omen’s strength and speed. The third thrust sends him utterly flying, cracking ribs painfully as he is tossed aside like a ragdoll. He damn near loses his grip on his scythe as he hits the ground hard. His staff is knocked from its holster on his back and clatters across the ground.

He is no stranger to pain. To punishment. But this is insane.

“There’s no— ah-agh— g-getting through to you, is there?” Alberich groans stubbornly as he stumbles to his feet, but he’s been too compromised physically — and has no time to grab his crimson flask — before the trident’s teeth pierce him like a tender cut of meat straight through the gut.

Well. This might just be his quickest failure.

He is proud enough not to cry out in pain as his hands instinctively fly to his gut and his scythe clatters to the ground, and Mohg lifts his weapon for but a brief moment, only to then stab its teeth into the stone below, pinning the heretic there. Alberich groans tiredly, hissing through fanged teeth, but says nothing more.

Breaths heavy as an ox, and with an unmistakable fire of ire burning within the golden sphere of his narrowed eye, Mohg straightens his posture, towering above the other with all the grace and gore as the God he serves. Sparks flicker from where Alberich’s scythe had met its mark, blood steadily seeping from the wounds and leaving drip-drops of flame upon the ground.

The Lord breathes deep, the breath rumbling in his chest. “You are a fool on the best of days, Alberich,” he begins to scold, not unlike a teacher to their pupil, but a thousand times more murderous. “You have been a traitor from the very beginning, and I am ashamed to have once called you an ally.

“… Your work has been… helpful,” he continues, taking another step closer as Alberich, accepting his fate, simply scowls up at the Omen like one beholding a false idol. “But you shall not be spared on this day. And you are not to return to these grounds ever again. Do I make myself clear.”

“You’re a fucking loon.”

“Am I clear.”

“The ring feels cheap anyway.”

Slam!

The trident’s metal teeth sing a shrill mockingbird’s song as Mohg raises the weapon once more, then slams it down with force enough to practically sever the man in half. Blood spatters. Glintstone rattles. One final breath is sucked through clenched teeth…

Then the heretic fades into ash and silt.

But this is no victory, really. No, not for Mohg, nor for the Dynasty. For he knows — and he knows unfortunately well…

It’s only a matter of time before he comes back.

[supnerds]

@grolahvol jailed me that day and it was the best day of my life

hey gentry I was told to come antagonize you in order to be jailed in the eeby deeby sewers. any good ideas?

No jail for you. You shall remain unacknowledged by Panda for the rest of your life.

[this-is-chaos]

Tumblr: I need the contact information of Netflix. Or some other way to express rage at the cancellation of sapphic shows. An email? A petition? Something. Please.

~~ This disrespect cannot go unpunished ~~

[duckybarnes1917]

Figure My Heart Out - Chapter 6

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Chapter Summary: We return to the main storyline, picking up where chapter 4 left off. After fighting off Nicolo and Luka, who are working for the Power Broker, Chanel is having a mental tug of war between who she thinks she is and who she wants to be. Zemo has convinced her that she doesn't need to change and should be proud of who she is. Sam goes to bed upset with Chanel, but slowly softening after his talk with Bucky. Bucky is left confused after Chanel coldly pushes him away. What happens now when an all too familiar face appears in Chanel's room?

Warnings: Light smut, unhealthy relationships, mild torture (nothing gruesome or gory); slight, accidental anti-US government sentiments (oops, it just slipped out). 18+only.

A silky voice slithered into Chanel’s consciousness, dragging her out of a nightmare. She slowly opened her eyes, “Stephan?” 

“Yes, Schatz, it’s me; I hope I didn’t frighten you. You were having a bad dream.” 

Chanel shot up, and Stephan turned on the lamp on the bedside table. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he took her in. 

She was just as sinfully angelic as he had remembered. He had really tried to stay away, knowing he would only hurt himself by seeing her again. But he had to make sure she was okay; the thought of her being hurt had sent him into a panic. His anger returned as he remembered why he was there. 

Chanel’s eyes widened in shock at the presence of his handsome, chiseled face in front of hers. He was dressed as always in a black button-down designer shirt, black chino pants, and expensive leather loafers. The alluring subtle scent of the Gucci Guilty cologne he wore invited her to indulge in her deepest desires. She reached out to touch him, afraid he was a whisper of a dream she would forget by dawn.  

“You’re not dreaming.” Stephan chuckled as her hand continued to explore his face as if she was familiarizing herself with a treasure, she thought was long lost. 

Despite his grin, Chanel readily picked up on the anxiety that soured his features. 

“What are you doing here?” Chanel wanted to run her fingers through his hair but knew better than to mess it up. She settled for twisting her fingers through his instead. 

“Did you think I wouldn’t immediately return after receiving that phone call this evening? By the way, I don’t appreciate you not calling me back.”

Chanel rolled her eyes, “you really didn’t need to come home. You worry too much. I told you I would handle it.” 

“That you did. But you can’t blame me; how could I sit in Madrid knowing that you and Manfred were being threatened?” 

He gently caressed her face, and Chanel relented, knowing she would have felt the same way if the roles were reversed. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” 

 Stephan waved off her apology, “I would have come anyway; Manfred was quite insistent. Plus, you shouldn’t have had to clean up this mess.” 

“I told you, it’s just as much my mess as it is yours.”

“Well, I’m glad you feel that way because I need your help.”

“Now? It’s past midnight.” 

“Yes. You were effective in dealing with Nicolo tonight, but we cannot allow his disloyalty and disrespect to go unpunished.”

“You think I didn’t punish him?” Chanel challenged a hint of insecurity in her voice. 

“I know you did.” Stephan smiled at her proudly and brushed his hand over her hair. He liked when she wore it messy. It reminded him of the lioness caged inside, trying to claw its way out. 

“But the rest of them need to know that we are serious. I won’t have this happen again. The Power Broker needs to mind his place.” 

Chanel nodded; Zemo had been right. This was serious. Her loyalty to Stephan and Manfred, and her guilt at being part of the problem, was enough to override the voice in her head telling her to stop him. 

She jumped out of bed and flicked the light on. “One of our guests may be interested in helping us. But we can’t wake the other two.”

Moving quickly, she discarded her sleep shorts and pulled a pair of black jeans over her bodysuit before stuffing her feet into her combat boots. 

Stephan handed her a leather jacket from the wardrobe with a knowing grin. “Still keeping secrets from your friends?” 

Chanel shrugged into the jacket. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have any friends.” 

Stephan chuckled as he grabbed hold of her hand, stopping her from heading to the door. “Hold on. Give me a moment to just look at you.” He placed both of his big hands on her face, “I missed you.” 

Chanel could feel the excitement that only Stephan could elicit blooming. Zemo’s words rang in her head, never shy away from that part of yourself. Stephan, more than anyone, appreciated and accepted that part of her without condition. She knew it wouldn’t last, but she felt whole again by his side. She was going to allow herself that much. She needed it. 

“I missed you too,” she whispered. 

They stared at each other for a beat, a silent exchange of apologies and forgiveness passing between them, before he removed his hands and opened the door. 

**

Chanel and Zemo were taken aback by the plethora of weapons Stephan had laid out in his study. 

“Are we going to take out the entire town?” Chanel asked as she led Zemo into the room. 

“Only if necessary,” Stephan replied without looking up. 

“Steph, this is Baron Helmut Zemo.” 

Stephan looked up at Chanel in surprise, “The same Helmut Zemo that is supposed to be in prison right now?” 

“The very same. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Zemo shook Stephan’s hand as he appraised him, noticing just a slight nervousness in his eyes. 

Zemo’s curiosity had gotten the best of him when Chanel had appeared in his room, quite agitated. This certainly hadn’t been what he was expecting; he was starting to learn that anticipating her next move would not be an easy task.

Stephan raised his eyebrows, “The pleasure is mine. Chanel, you never cease to impress me.” 

Chanel grinned slightly at the praise before turning back to the weapons laid out in front of her.

Her eyes scanned the display, looking for something in particular, her lips pulling down in a frown when she didn’t find it.  

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten,” Stephan grinned at her knowingly. He pulled a box out of his safe and opened it for her. 

Her lips curled into a small smile as she ran her hands over the cool metal of her old daggers and guns. She picked up her favorite, a 7-inch Fairbairn-Sykes dagger, and lightly ran her fingertip over the smooth blade. 

Stephan watched Chanel with rapt attention as if she was performing just for him. His eyes followed her movements curiously as she put the dagger back, and her hand hovered over the other weapons. Finally, when she settled on a 9mm pistol, he nodded in approval. 

Zemo observed silently from his position near the table; Chanel proved to be more interesting than he had anticipated. He watched as Stephan put the box back in the safe and returned with ammo and a gun holster. When Stepan grabbed her wrist and slowly inserted the magazine into the pistol without breaking eye contact with her, Zemo almost looked away, feeling like he was intruding. 

Chanel’s breath hitched as the click of the magazine punctuated the tension radiating between her and Stephan. She was almost embarrassed at how quickly she was falling back into rank for him. However, the feeling vacated her body when he lightly grabbed her hips and turned her around, her back flush against his chest and her gaze catching Zemo’s across the room. 

Neither of them broke eye contact as Stephan knelt down, his hands never leaving her body, to fasten the holster to her thigh. 

Chanel smirked when Zemo broke first, his eyes leaving hers to rake down her body. “See anything you like?” 

Zemo’s eyes snapped back up to hers, and she nodded in the direction of the weapons table. 

“Zemo, please, what's mine is yours,” Stephan added, his hands still resting on Chanel’s hips. 

Chanel restrained her giggle at the unintended meaning of Stephan’s words. 

Zemo cleared his throat, as if the action would somehow dislodge the stakes she was slowly sinking into him, and refocused on the artillery.

As Chanel watched him, she found that she kept having to remind herself that he was a terrorist. It was hard to remember when he looked so enticing in his element, his hypnotic fingers dancing delicately over the weapons, a flippant smile at the corners of his lips. Her hands were itching to brush the one strand of cognac brown hair over his eye back into place. 

Zemo felt her eyes on him and peeked up at her; her eyes followed his hands closely. Now it was his turn to smirk. Two could play at this game. 

Chanel finally looked up and saw him staring at her, his head cocked to the side with a cocky grin on his face. 

Shit, he’s doing that on purpose.

She narrowed her eyes and spun away from his smug face to search for the ammo he needed.

After composing herself, Chanel handed him the magazines. "I trust that this will stay between us?” 

“Of course, my dear. My lips are sealed.” 

“Excellent.” She turned back to Stephan, “Steph, let’s do this.” 

Stephan grabbed her hand and kissed her forehead, his excitement increasing in sync with his anger. 

He led them outside, where Manfred was already waiting in a black SUV. The previous thunderstorm had left behind an eerily calm feeling in the chilly night air. One last crack of thunder sounded as Chanel got into the car, making her shiver involuntarily. 

“This is all very clandestine. You did not lie when you said you were a guaranteed good time,” Zemo said as he slid into the back seat next to Chanel. 

Stephan, growing more possessive as his excitement increased, climbed into the car on the other side of Chanel. He kept his arm around her, pinning her to his side. 

Zemo felt that they would be engaging in much more explicit forms of PDA if he hadn't been there.  

Chanel had a fleeting feeling of doubt as they pulled away from the house and left Sam and Bucky behind. 

I have to do this. For Steph and Manfred, it’s my fault, and I can’t leave them in danger.

The feeling of Stephan’s lips grazing her ear as he whispered sweet nothings to her in German further cemented her decision. 

Once this is handled, I can repent. 

“Stephan, I do have to ask. What was it that you took from your old friend Dante after the failed deal with the Power Broker?” Zemo asked. 

Stephan eyed him suspiciously and shot an annoyed look at Chanel, “I never found out what it was. It was just a small briefcase with a few vials in it. Some kind of vaccine, I think.” 

Zemo tried to hide his increased interest, simply nodding. 

“I was glad that we hadn’t gone through with the deal. It seemed overpriced.” 

“What did you end up doing with the vials?” Zemo asked flatly as he looked disinterestedly out his window 

Stephan tensed, “I destroyed them as payback for cutting us out of the deal.” 

Zemo nodded his head, and the conversation died.

A slight tension filled the car as Manfred approached Nicolo’s warehouse. 

He parked and cut the engine. 

“They all pay, but leave Nicolo for me.” Stephan led the way to the warehouse, his AR-style rifle held out in front of him. 

Chanel and Zemo unholstered their weapons and turned the safety off as they got closer to the door. The silence of the night heightened their adrenaline; it buzzed around them like a force field. 

Stephan held up his hand to stop them when he reached the door. He peeked through an open window and saw several men working and talking inside. 

“It looks like they’re all here. They didn’t expect me to come back home.”

“Let’s do this.” Chanel pushed Stephan forward. 

“Patience. Listen.” Stephan snapped. 

The harshness of his voice surprised Zemo, and he looked to Chanel, waiting for her to rebuff him. But, instead, Chanel did what she was told and strained to hear the conversation happening in the warehouse. 

Nicolo’s voice rose above the others, “Listen! The Power Broker won’t give us another chance to give that bitch what she deserves. Others have already failed before us. We go tonight, all of us this time. You focus on taking out the other threats, including the old man, and leave the princess for me. No survivors.” 

Chanel didn’t have time to process what she was hearing before Stephan kicked the door down and burst into the warehouse, spraying bullets wildly. 

Chanel stood aghast for a moment; she had expected a stealthier plan of action. But, as Nicolo’s words fully sunk in and her anger grew, she quickly followed Stephan into the room. She used his cover fire to make her way behind a flipped-over table. Zemo hesitated as he watched Chanel disappear into the chaos of blood and bullets. He caught sight of another entrance and opted for the less direct approach; he had more important things to do other than fight with drug dealers.  

Chanel focused her fire on the men getting too close to Stephan, hitting them in the arm or leg to disable them. Less than a minute had passed, and all the targets in the first room were down, but Nicolo had fled as soon as the bullets started flying. Chanel followed Stephan through the next door as they hunted him down. 

Chanel moved elegantly, dodging bullets and fists and wounding anyone that got in her way. 

As a burly man lunged at her with a large knife, she shot him in the knee and quickly turned her back to shoot another approaching man in the arm. She jumped at the loud ring of a gunshot right behind her and then saw a bullet hit the target she had just maimed through the eyes. 

“You’re pulling your punches. This one almost stabbed you from behind.” Stephan chided her as he continued forward through the warehouse. 

Chanel huffed but bit her tongue, now wasn’t the time to start a fight. As she continued slinking through the dark hallways, she ruminated on the complaints she didn’t voice aloud. 

Something is off about him. He’s being needlessly reckless; what the hell was his plan anyway? Busting the door down was beyond stupid. 

And what was with the possessiveness in the car? 

He’s never been that insecure. 

Maybe this all just got to him. Understandable. 

Stephan was growing frustrated at searching for his primary target, and Chanel suggested they split up. “Just let me know if you find him, don’t do anything alone.” 

“Be careful,” Stephan whispered before he left her.

Chanel stalked silently through another dim room. The wind was knocked out of her when she was attacked from the shadows and thrown against the wall. Her gun clanked loudly as it hit the ground and slid away from her. In the glint of the moonlight, she barely saw the blade of a large knife that came for her. Two shots rang out and the assailant, and knife, dropped to the floor.

Zemo came into view. He had avoided joining in on the violence until now. Unnecessary bloodshed was not his style.

“Thanks.” Chanel caught her breath as Zemo helped her off the floor. 

“Where have you been? I was afraid you ran off,” Chanel whispered as they prowled through the warehouse together. 

“And leave you in danger? I wouldn’t dream of—" Before he could finish his sentence, Chanel had shoved him out of the path of an oncoming bullet as she whirled around and fired in the assailant’s direction. The bullets hit his knee and shoulder, and a loud thud resounded as he hit the floor. 

“You were saying?” Chanel kicked the gun out of reach and continued forward as Zemo rejoined her side. 

“I don’t have a hand in this fight, but I had a suspicion. So I searched the building, but I came up empty.”  

“Hmm.” Chanel had stopped listening; she was getting frustrated at how long this was taking. The longer they remained inside the building, the more time they gave Nicolo’s back up to show up. “I’m beginning to think he’s not here.” 

A scream followed by a loud crash sounded from the next room, and Chanel and Zemo hurried towards it. 

Chanel burst into the room first, her eyes sweeping the room for threats. Stephan had found Nicolo and Luka. His gun had been discarded on the floor. Luka was already slumped over in the corner, bleeding from his chest. 

Nicolo was getting up off the floor. Chanel noticed the crumbling wall where his body had clearly made contact. She tried to make sense of what she was seeing. 

Did Steph throw him against the wall? 

That’s not possible.

Chanel hurried to Stephan’s side, ignoring the confusion as her anger took the driver’s seat in her mind. 

Zemo hung back and watched; he knew immediately what gave Stephan the ability to punch a man across a room and into a wall. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” Chanel placed her hand gently on Stephan’s arm. 

He smiled at her, “got carried away. Be my guest.” He waved his hand in Nicolo’s direction. 

“Please,” Nicolo whimpered as Chanel stalked towards him. 

She turned his head to the side to see the mark she had left on his neck earlier that evening. He had it crudely bandaged, and it was bleeding profusely. 

“Begging is not a good look on you,” Chanel said flatly before her tone switched, her words coming out in a sinister purr. “It’s out of my hands now. You knew better.” 

Chanel hadn’t intended on hurting him again, but she was furious at the thought of this man harming those she had cared about, those she felt responsible for. Without thinking, she pulled her gun and shot him in the foot.

 After his screaming subsided, she met his eyes, “that was for attempting to harm what is mine.” 

His anguish didn’t bring her any peace; it only flamed the aggression coursing through her.

She put a bullet in the other foot, and Nicolo crumpled to the floor in agony. She loomed over him, “and that was for touching me.” 

Stephan placed his hands on her shoulders, “he touched you?” 

“He tried.” 

Chanel’s gun was still pointing at Nicolo, now trained on his kneecap. 

I shouldn’t. Walk away before you do something else you’ll regret later. 

“What are you waiting for?” Stephan whispered in her ear. 

Chanel turned her head to look at him. He raised his eyebrow; the question he was asking didn’t need to be spoken aloud. Was she going to please him or not? 

Stephan read some minute change in her expression, and a sly grin crept onto his face. He grabbed her hand and raised her aim from Nicolo’s kneecap to his stomach, where it would cause the most pain. 

“Do it.” He commanded. 

Her heart pounding in her chest, she pulled the trigger, immediately turning to search out admiration in Stephan’s eyes. 

“Good girl,” he whispered against her ear. 

Zemo was enthralled; she had become a different person. 

Chanel’s heart rate slowed as Stephan’s praise washed over her. She stepped back and watched Stephan roll up the sleeves of his black button-down shirt. Her eyes lingering on the toned muscles of his forearms.

He squatted down to look Nicolo in the eye. Then, without saying anything, he grabbed his hand and slowly squeezed it until Chanel heard the bones crack. 

She watched as he repeated the action on the other hand. 

Is that possible?  

“Why don’t you and the Baron go wait in the car? I’ll finish cleaning up here.” Stephan’s voice was dark, and Chanel knew better than to argue. 

She grabbed Zemo’s hand, and they rushed to the car, leaving Nicolo’s screaming behind them. 

She didn’t enjoy it, but torture was not unfamiliar to Chanel, both in the U.S. government and outside of it. She knew Stephan only resorted to it when it was truly deserved. At least that’s what she told herself to keep the guilt away. 

“What an interesting evening. Is this how you spent most nights here undercover?” Zemo studied her closely as they sat in the car waiting on Stephan. 

“If you’re asking if I make a habit out of murder and torture, no, I don’t.” 

“But it doesn’t bother you.” 

Chanel laughed shortly. “I’m a spy for the U.S. government. Steph is merciful compared to the things I have seen done to men much less deserving than this one, all in the pursuit of freedom.” 

Chanel knew the excuse was weak, but why should she care what Zemo thought. He had certainly done worse things in his lifetime. Being honest with him was as easy as breathing.

“He might be testing that limit tonight.” 

“Out of sight, out of mind.” Chanel leaned forward, resting her elbows on the front seats, her eyes laser-focused on the exit, waiting on Stephan to appear. 

Zemo decided against mentioning his theory about what Stephan had taken from Dante all those months ago. If he was right, he was outgunned and certainly outnumbered; he was sure Chanel would not be on his side. Not yet, anyway. 

“I’m glad that you decided to take my advice; a surprise attack in the middle of the night would have been hard to defend against.” 

“I might have to listen to you more often.” Chanel turned back to give Zemo a wink and a smile. 

The adrenaline rushing through her veins had her almost giddy. The high she had was fueling her, and she felt fully transformed into her old identity as Frau Thomas. The realization of this titillated her more; finally, she was getting what she had been searching for. She wasn’t going to let it go easily. 

A moment later, Stephan came out of the warehouse. He threw an empty gas can on the ground and calmly made his way to the car. He opened the trunk, and they watched him walk a few paces in front of the car with a grenade launcher. With one shot, the warehouse was in the process of burning down. Stephan turned cooly and placed the weapon back in the trunk before sliding into the back seat. 

Chanel was still leaning forward in her seat, watching the flames reach up to the sky. 

“Quite impressive,” Zemo said to Stephan as he admired the look on Chanel’s face. 

She was exhilarated, proud, set free. She was born for this. It was evident to Zemo that she didn’t belong with Sam and Bucky. 

He imagined for a moment what it would be like to have her by his side on his missions. His lips whispering praises in her ear as they reveled in their violent delights, keeping the violent ends at bay. His daydream was interrupted when Stephan pulled her into a kiss. He respectfully looked out the window as Manfred drove them back to the villa. 

Stephan whispered to Chanel, “du bist ein Schatz.” 

“I know,” Chanel muttered against his lips. The joy that consumed her from making Stephan happy left no room for doubt or guilt about what she had done. 

She turned to Zemo with a bright smile, “Thank you for coming with us, Helmut.” 

Zemo was taken aback when she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. 

This is what you wanted, just part of the plan. She’s falling for it. 

Zemo continued silently, trying to convince himself that was all it was as he watched Stephan pull Chanel back to his side. He shot her a look that Zemo didn’t like but that Chanel ignored. 

“It was my pleasure,” he started, “I am concerned, though. The Power Broker sent Nicolo to kill you, and he said others had already tried.” 

Chanel had already forgotten about the exchange they overheard but had not had time to process. She leaned away from Stephan and sat up, alert. “You’re right. I haven’t been attacked. Well, other than my Paris mission going south.” She paused as she thought, making connections quickly. 

“What happened in Paris?” Stephan asked, concerned. 

“My cover was blown; I didn’t know how but now I think I do. But how could the Power Broker have even known I was in Paris?” 

“The Power Broker knows everything. Especially when he wants something from you, especially when that something is your life.” Zemo didn’t even have to lie for dramatics. Everything he said was a simple fact. “It’s too bad you destroyed the vaccine you stole. Are you sure there isn’t any left? Maybe giving it back would keep the Power Broker off her back.” Zemo feigned innocence as he made his suggestion to Stephan. 

“No, I told you I destroyed it all.” He didn’t look at Zemo, keeping his eyes on Chanel. “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll keep you safe.” 

Stephan kept his arm wrapped around Chanel’s shoulders as they walked inside the house. The incandescent moon cast malevolent shadows across the grand space.  

“Shall we have a celebratory drink?” Stephan asked as he steered Chanel to the bar. He waved Zemo over. 

“Normally I would, but I think it best that I retire for the night. We do have to be up in a few hours. Thank you for the lovely evening.” Zemo relinquished his guns to Chanel, and she placed them on the bar top. “Goodnight, my dear,” he nodded at Chanel. 

She started to reach out for his hand, but Stephan’s hand closed tightly around her bicep, pulling her backward. Chanel glared at him and forcefully yanked her arm out of his grip. His behavior was starting to get under her skin. As if they had never been apart, they slipped right back into their usual patterns. She wanted to piss him off. With a defiant glance in Stephan’s direction, she told Zemo goodnight. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug that spoke to a level of intimacy that did not exist between them. 

Zemo tried to search her face for a hint at what he was supposed to do. Did she want him to stay? But her angry gaze was glued to Stephan. “Are you okay?” He whispered to her. 

Chanel looked at him like she didn’t understand the question; like she had forgotten, he wasn’t just a prop to be used at her whim. “I’m good. Thanks. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

Her stormy eyes returned to Stephan, and he gently pushed her away and excused himself from the room. They didn’t wait for him to disappear up the stairs before they started yelling at each other. 

Zemo flinched when he heard Stephan call her a whore followed by the unmistakable sound of something heavy whizzing through the air and smashing into the wall. 

If I were to kill him now, it would undoubtedly bring me pleasure, but I need to find out if he has any of the serum left. 

For a moment, he thought about waking up James to fill him in on what was going on but decided against it when the noises downstairs quickly turned from rage to lust. 

Best to keep Chanel as an ally for now. I guess he can be allowed to breathe for a bit longer. 

It will make for an entertaining morning, at least.

Stephan’s lips moved roughly against Chanel’s. When she kissed him back just as urgently, a low moan left his throat. He gripped her waist and lifted her up onto the bar counter. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as he pulled her jacket off and threw it on the floor. It landed on top of the scattered broken gems from the Faberge egg that Chanel had chucked at his head. His hands roamed over her body quickly, as if to claim every piece as his once more. 

He broke the kiss, the sensations overwhelming him for a moment. “So, you still consider me yours?” He teased as he caught his breath.

“What?” Chanel tried to kiss him again, but he was persistent. 

“Tonight, you told Nicolo that you shot him because he threatened what was yours. I thought you moved on.” 

Chanel hesitated, “I have. But it still pissed me off when you and Manfred were under threat.” 

Stephan was barely listening; he was planting demanding kisses on her neck. “Come stay with me in your proper room.” His lips reached her weak spot and gently sucked on the tender skin. 

“Fuck,” she moaned quietly as she gripped his hair to hold him in place.

He chuckled against her skin. He had dreamt of this moment since the day she had left him. He needed her in more ways than one. Now that he had her, he wasn’t going to let her go.

Stephan scooped her up from the counter and planted his lips back on hers as he carried her to the master bedroom down the hall. Their bodies quickly synced together, completing the deranged ritual. Chanel’s head was clear; she felt weightless as she surrendered to Stephan’s pleasure. 

**

Sam had slept restlessly. He was still mad at Chanel, but Bucky’s words had touched a nerve. He eventually decided that all things considered, she had done what she needed to do, and nobody got seriously hurt. 

He had already been awake when his alarm went off at 5 am. After throwing his running clothes on, he left his room to talk to Chanel. 

Wait a minute, I didn’t hear her scream at all last night...that’s odd. 

When he stepped into the hall, he saw Bucky, also dressed in athletic clothes, already at Chanel’s door.

“I thought you didn’t run?” Sam asked as he approached Bucky. 

Bucky ignored his question, “She’s not answering. I don’t know if she’s still asleep or—” 

Sam opened the door with the confidence only an old friend would have. “Chanel? It’s me; we need to talk.” 

Sam stepped into the empty room, “Chanel?” 

She wasn’t there. He thought maybe she had already left on her run, but then he noticed her tennis shoes still on the floor. 

Weird, what else would she be doing up this early?

 Zemo...no, surely she’s not...she wouldn’t. 

Sam shook the thought out of his head, feeling guilty for even thinking it. He turned to Bucky, who was still standing in the doorway. “I guess she’s already downstairs. I wouldn’t be surprised if Manfred made her a goodbye breakfast feast.” 

Bucky laughed shortly, “That sounds about right.”

“Whoa, was that a laugh?”

“Barely. Don’t push it.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Did Chanel wake you up at all last night? I didn’t hear her wake up from a nightmare.” 

“No, I didn’t hear anything. So that’s good, right?”

“Maybe.” Sam gave one last wary look around the room; he was worried about what Chanel may have done to keep the nightmares at bay. 

Upon approaching the kitchen, they could hear Zemo speaking in German. They shared a suspicious glance when the voice that replied was unrecognizable. On edge, they cautiously entered the kitchen, always expecting the worst. But, instead, they found an untroubled Zemo sipping coffee while he leaned against the counter talking to Stephan. 

“Zemo, who the hell is this?” Sam’s eyes scanned the room, “and where is Chanel?”

“You must be Sam. I’m Stephan; this is my home.” Stephan did not extend his hand. He was frigidly leaning against the kitchen island, his face poorly masking his annoyance. He turned his gaze to Bucky, “And you must be James. Manfred has told me you have made yourself quite comfortable here with my things.” 

Bucky cocked his head to the side, a snarky reply ready on his tongue. Sam cut in before he could get a word out. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll be out of here soon. Speaking of, where is Chanel?” 

Sam was almost afraid to ask. Stephan’s presence had him rethinking forgiving her for the previous night. 

“She’s sleeping,” Stephan replied as he moved across the kitchen to the coffee machine, already bored with their conversation. 

“Sleeping?” Sam anxiously checked his watch. “She knows we need to leave as soon as possible.”

“Don’t wake her.” Stephan turned around quickly, “Let her sleep; she clearly hasn’t been resting well.” 

Bucky felt a small wave of dread pass through him. 

She’s just sleeping. It doesn’t mean anything. Calm down. 

“She did have a rough night. A couple hours won’t mess up our travel plans.” Zemo offered. 

Sam could feel that something wasn’t right. His attempt to stay level-headed was failing; he simply didn’t have the energy. 

“You don’t get to have opinions, Zemo!” Sam yelled. 

**

The yelling in the kitchen had woken Chanel, she would have been annoyed, but she was just happy it wasn’t her own screaming that had woken her up for once. She rolled over in Stephan’s bed. The silk sheets he had bought, just for the protection of her hair, caressed her skin, begging her to never get up. As she became more conscious, she felt the cold heavy diamonds on her chest, reminding her what Stephan really wanted. He had fastened the ostentatious string of white-gold and exquisite gems around her neck while she was still blissed out. She ran her fingers over the diamonds and decided it would be ridiculous to return the gift. Stephan had to know she wouldn’t stay; he wasn’t naive. She finally opened her eyes, looking for him, and realized he was already gone. 

Did he sleep at all? 

It clicked that if Stephan wasn’t in bed, he must be out in the house. And Sam was yelling.

Oh shit…

She jumped out of bed and looked for her clothes. Everything was strewn around the room and ripped into pieces. 

What the fuck...did Steph do that last night? 

She picked up a piece of what used to be her black bodysuit. In his impatience to have her, Stephan had ripped it in two. 

Chanel dropped the tattered clothes on the floor and dug through Stephan’s drawers. She chose a plain t-shirt, which for Stephan was a crisp white linen Gucci V-neck, and pulled it over her head. Even though the shirt covered her enough, she grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on too. Her fingers snagged on the knots in her hair as she appraised her appearance in the full-length mirror. 

God, why am I so sore? 

She winced when she stretched to the side. Lifting her shirt, she saw the beginnings of a bruise on her left hip; a similar bruise was also on the right side. The dark spots reminded her how powerfully possessive Stephan’s hands had been on her body last night. 

Damn. 

She ran her fingers over the bruises, and her thoughts drifted.

I wonder what Bucky’s hands will feel like...

As if her thought had called to him, she heard his voice join the others in the kitchen. 

Just the sound of his voice lifted her mood a notch, excitement to see him brewing. She then realized how she looked in Stephan’s clothes with his marks on her body and neck. How she ended her conversation with Bucky last night also came back to her, and her stomach sank. 

Pull yourself together, Chanel. You can apologize for last night, but you don’t owe him anything other than that. 

Why should I care if he sees me like this? It’s none of his business. 

As she walked down the hall towards the kitchen, she started to lose her nerve. 

Okay, maybe I don’t need to rub his nose in it, though. 

She tried sneaking past the kitchen to get to the stairs, but Manfred caught sight of her and called her name. 

Shit! 

She paused and turned her head to see all 5 men staring at her from the kitchen door—Zemo furthest in the back smiling to himself.

“Good morning Schätzchen, did we wake you?” Stephan ran his hands over her hair as he spoke to her. 

Chanel froze, her eyes watching the displeasure and disbelief on Sam’s and Bucky’s faces. Manfred looked quite pleased with himself as he watched them and threw smug looks in Bucky’s direction. 

“Um, no, I just want to go get dressed.” Chanel tried to leave, but Stephan grabbed her hand. 

“Come, eat something first. Manfred worked all morning preparing a goodbye breakfast for you. Though you know, you could just stay and make this breakfast unnecessary.” 

Stephan wrapped his arm around Chanel’s shoulders and led her into the kitchen. 

The wave of dread fully crashed over Bucky, nearly drowning him, as he took in what was happening, or rather what had already happened. His increased perception was a curse at that moment. He easily noted the bruises that peppered her neck, the way her hair was mussed from the lack of a brush, the slight puffiness of her lips, the obvious menswear she adorned, and that fucking necklace. 

How did this happen?  

He watched dejectedly as they chatted while Stephan made her a cup of coffee. She didn’t even look at him. Her eyes never left Stephan’s face.

She said it had all been fake, a lie. 

Bucky wondered if maybe she really did love Stephan. 

Was I just a distraction until she got what she really wanted? 

He lost his resolve to stay in the kitchen when he watched Stephan rub the small of her back as she sipped her coffee. He quickly left the room as his dread turned into rage. 

Sam watched him stalk off.

I knew he wasn’t ready to handle her shit.

He turned to glare at Chanel. She was watching Bucky leave with a look of guilt on her face, but she remained where she was, leaning against the tall German man who had randomly shown up. 

“Chanel. A word?” He said through gritted teeth. 

“She needs to eat,” Stephan said dismissively as he wrapped his arm around Chanel’s waist, pulling her closer to his side. 

“I wasn’t talking to you, man,” Sam spat. 

Stephan whipped his head up, “Excuse me?” 

Chanel knew Stephan was about to get angry; she put her hand on his chest before he could say anything else. “It’s fine, Steph. I need to talk to Sam, and I need to get dressed. I’ll be right back.” 

He didn’t let go of her, so she added, “I promise,” and tilted her head up slightly, signaling for him to kiss her. 

He let her go after the kiss, and she chased after Sam, who was already speed walking away in anger. He led her through the sitting room and out the patio doors before he spun around and began yelling. 

“Are you fucking kidding me with this?!” 

“I know.  I know. I wanted to apologize last night. Can you just let me explain what happened?” 

“Last night? This isn’t about last night!”

Chanel shook her head in confusion. “What? So you’re saying you’re not mad that two drug dealers showed up last night, and I almost killed one of them?”

“No. I was mad about that, but Bucky, whose heart you just stomped all over, convinced me to forgive you. But, this? This is not okay.” Sam paced around in circles with his hands on his hips. “How did this even happen?! Why is he here?!” 

“Oh fuck, I forgot he said he was going to talk to you.” Chanel’s guilt was increasing, threatening to pull her back down from the high she had finally found. “Okay, I fucked that up, I admit. But ‘stomped all over his heart’? That’s a bit dramatic. Stephan just showed up last night; he was worried and flew straight home. Things happened; it’s not a big deal.” 

“It’s not a big deal,” Sam laughed mockingly. “So you prancing around in another man’s clothes with hickies all over your neck...acting all domestic picture of happiness , isn’t a big deal? Did you not see him leave?!” 

“Jesus, will you calm down! He kissed me a couple times, and now what? We’re in a committed relationship?!  I don’t owe him anything!” Chanel’s guilt was making her more defensive than she typically would have been. She could feel the dam starting to break, the shame from the previous night’s activities threatening to burst through. 

“This is exactly why I didn’t want you messing with him.”

They glared at each other silently for a moment, neither willing to say what was really going through their heads for fear of truly hurting each other. 

Chanel broke first, “I’m sorry, okay? For everything, last night, and Steph showing up out of the blue. I know it stresses you out. I really want to help, and I keep fucking things up. I’ll do better, I promise.”

Sam nodded his appreciation; she sounded sincere, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. “And Bucky?”

Chanel sighed and crossed her arms protectively, “you know I’m right. I didn’t do anything wrong. I think it’s nice that you’re looking out for him, but we’re all adults here. I think he can handle himself. I’ll be sure and thank him for talking to you.”

Knowing that was the best he would get out of her, his anger subsided, replaced by anxiousness to leave the villa as soon as possible. 

“I guess you have a point, but just be more mindful; he clearly has feelings for you.” 

Chanel made a face of disbelief. 

“Don’t be naive. Not everyone is as cold-hearted as you are. Now, please go get ready so we can get the hell out of here.” 

Chanel nodded in agreement, and they walked back into the sitting room. 

“That necklace is ridiculous by the way,” Sam said muttered so only she could hear him.

Chanel jabbed him with her elbow. “You’re just jealous.” 

Zemo and Stephan had moved from the kitchen to the couch and were watching the news. Stephan pulled Chanel onto the sofa next to him before she could make it to the stairs. 

“Look.” He pointed to the screen, where the news showed footage of the warehouse they had attacked, burning to the ground. 

Sam planted himself behind the couch and watched the broadcast, his eyes flicking between the screen and Stephan and Chanel on the sofa. 

“Chanel? Isn’t it an odd coincidence that this warehouse, that belonged to the Agostinelli, just happened to burn down the same night they came here and tried to extort you?” Sam had no hint of playfulness in his tone. 

Bucky came back downstairs, having changed into his usual t-shirt and jeans, and stood next to Sam behind the couch. Chanel flinched at the loud thud of duffel bags hitting the floor; he had brought Sam’s down too, clearly ready to leave. 

Before Chanel could answer Sam, Stephan replied, “It’s no coincidence. I made a quick stop before I came home.”

“You did this?” Bucky challenged. 

Stephan turned around to look Bucky in the eyes, “Well, what would you have done if someone had threatened your family?” 

Bucky glowered at him, barely restraining his urge to knock the smirk off of his prim face. 

Sam wasn’t buying it, but he had no reason not to, so he and Stephan just shared a challenging stare. 

Chanel caught Bucky’s eye, and he quickly looked away from her, making her heart sink.

“Steph? Why don’t you go prepare my things while I go upstairs and get ready?” 

Stephan finally looked away from Sam and smiled at her, “Certainly. Meet me in the study when you’re done.” 

She returned his smile and quickly moved off the couch before he could kiss her. She tried to make eye contact with Bucky again, to signal that she wanted him to follow her, but he wouldn’t look in her direction. 

Dammit. I’ve got to fix this. He’ll come around; he has to talk to me at some point. Maybe when we’re out of this stupid house. 

The villa was no longer a retreat; it was starting to feel like it was suffocating her. Like it was trying to lock her in as its prisoner. 

She quickly showered, the warm water washing away the sins of the previous night. The hurt look she had seen in Bucky’s eyes kept her stomach twisted in knots. Sam’s voice calling her cold-hearted replayed in her head, so even though she didn’t have the time, she sat at the vanity and applied foundation over the marks on her neck and chest. 

One last-minute thought had her running back to her closet. She searched through it until she found a box of wigs. She now knew she was a wanted woman, and Madripoor was already unsafe enough as it was. The honey blonde one she had worn last time she was in Madripoor was still on top. She gently placed it into a silk pouch and put it in her bag before going downstairs. 

When she hit the bottom step, Sam turned around, “Ready?” 

“In a second, Steph has my gear.” 

Bucky snatched her luggage from her and went outside to Zemo’s car. 

“Can you blame him?” Zemo said in response to the annoyed look on her face. 

Chanel chewed on her cheek as she pushed past him to get to the study.

Great, even Zemo thinks I’m a cold-hearted bitch. 

Sam and Zemo followed her curiously.

“Damn. What is all of this stuff?” Sam reached out to touch a curious-looking bracelet in the large weapons case on the table. 

Chanel swatted his hand away. “Don’t touch. It’s not a toy.” 

Sam eyed the lethal-looking weapons in the case with a frown. “Are you sure you need all of this? We’re not assassins, you know.”

Chanel looked between Sam and Stephan, both staring at her expectantly as if asking her to choose right there who she was loyal to. As if they were asking her to decide what kind of person she was. 

“I’m not going to kill anyone,” Chanel snapped, avoiding Stephan’s disappointed glare.  

“So, you’re the reason she’s gone soft,” Stephan addressed Sam with malice in his voice. “If anything happens to her because of your childish moral code—”

“Nothing is going to happen to her,'' Sam fired back.  “Not while she’s with us.” 

“Are you sure about that? The other one—” Stephan referred to Bucky as if he didn’t remember his name, “is he even safe to have around her? Shouldn’t he be in an insane asylum or something?” 

 Sam looked like he was ready to knock Stephan’s head off his shoulders. Even Zemo looked annoyed. 

Chanel’s eyes widened a fraction before narrowing. “Steph don’t be a dick! These are my friends.” 

Stephan rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively as if that excused his comments. 

Chanel snapped the weapons case closed. “Sam, can you and Zemo take this to the car for me? I’ll be right out.” 

Sam took the case from her, “Don’t make me have to come back in here and find you.” 

Zemo shut the glass door behind them, “I forgot something upstairs. I’ll be out shortly.” 

Sam nodded, and Zemo headed to the stairs. When Sam was out of sight, he quietly moved back to the study and strained to hear the conversation. 

“So that’s it then? You think you’re going to leave me to go be what—?” An Avenger?” Stephan laughed at her mockingly. 

“I’m not trying to be an Avenger. I’m just helping a friend. And I left you a long time ago.” Chanel returned the same level of venom that he had sent her way. 

Stephan’s eyes flickered with anger. “You think you can just change who you are?” He hissed.

Chanel wavered, frozen in place as she stared into his deadly eyes. He wasn’t yelling; his voice was cold, calculated like he knew exactly what damage he was about to do and wanted to enjoy every second of it. 

“You know who you are. You showed me last night. You’re a cruel, violent, wicked woman. You’re not a hero.” Stephan circled around her like a shark, “What do you think is going to happen when your friends see the real you? They’re going to leave you, just like everyone else.” 

Chanel didn’t know why she was crying; he wasn’t saying anything she didn’t already know. Of course, he was right. But hearing it out loud made her feel stupid for even thinking she belonged anywhere but here.

Stephan wiped a tear off of her cheek, “Don’t cry, mein Schatz. You’re perfect. I’m the only one that will truly accept you for who you really are.” 

Chanel wiped the tears from her face, willing herself to snap out of his trance. 

“I’m going, Steph, you’re not going to talk me out of it. I don’t want to end things like this.”  

“Then don’t end it,” he replied with a hint of desperation in his voice. “At least promise me you’ll—" he started to say, ‘be safe’ but knew that was a ridiculous ask, “—come out of this alive.” His fingers trailed over the diamonds on her neck. 

Chanel looked down at her feet, “Steph—"

“Don’t. Just listen.” He gently lifted her chin, staring into her wet eyes. “I know what you’re going to say, but I don’t care. I love you, I’ve always loved you, and I know you feel the same way. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.” 

Chanel closed her eyes as if the darkness would swallow his words. “Steph, you know how I feel. I’m not capable of loving you, of loving anyone.” 

“Like I said, stubborn.” He held his finger to her lips to stop her retort. “My point is, I won’t have you running around out there risking your life because when you do finally come to your senses, I want you alive and well and able to come home.” 

He grabbed her hand and led her over to the safe. Zemo watched through the door as he revealed another safe within the walls of the first. From it, Stephan withdrew a small box. He opened it, took something out, and put the box back into the safe. 

He turned back to Chanel, “I should have told you this a long time ago, but I didn’t want to get you involved. However, now that we know the Power Broker is after us, and you insist on leaving, you should know.” He opened his hand, and Zemo’s heartbeat increased. 

“Steph! How do you have this?” Chanel stared at the vial of super-soldier serum in his hand in disbelief. 

“I took it. From Dante. This is what Klaus was trying to buy from the Power Broker.”

“So you didn’t destroy it? How much of it do you have?”

“Of course not. I sold most of it.”

“To who?”

“Your government. The CIA was very interested.”

“And the rest?”

“Well, I took one for myself, and I have 4 more vials here, including this one that I want you to take.”

Chanel stumbled backward in shock. “Wait a second. You’re telling me that you took the serum? As in, currently, right now, you are a super-soldier?!” 

“Did I not make that obvious last night? You wound me.” Stephan brought his hand to his chest playfully. 

“Steph, this isn’t funny. How could you? And how could you think that I would want to take it?!” 

“Why not? It will keep you safe. And when you come back home, we can be as we were. No one will be able to stop us.” 

Chanel stared at him in disbelief, a million things rushing through her mind. Number one being Zemo. He couldn’t find out about this. 

“Just take it, and at least consider it. For me, okay?” 

Chanel took the vial and stuffed it in her jacket pocket. The urge to leave was suddenly overwhelming. 

“I’ve got to go.” 

“I know.” He grabbed her for one last kiss and rested his forehead on hers, “I have some people looking for information on the Power Broker. We’re going to find out who this bastard is. I’ll keep you updated.” 

“I would appreciate that. Goodbye, Stephan.” 

Zemo hurried out of the house and climbed into his car, impatiently tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. 

“Took you long enough. What did you forget?” Sam asked. 

“Oh, nothing,” Zemo answered, distractedly. His jaw was tight with anger; all the different ways he could kill Stephan flicking through his mind like a horrifying picture book.  

Chanel practically ran out of the house and threw herself into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” 

Zemo stomped his foot on the gas, and they sped off. 

“Damn, what’s got you two so on edge?” Sam turned around to look out the back window, half expecting the house to be in flames. 

“Nothing.” Chanel and Zemo snapped at the same time. 

Chanel eyed Zemo suspiciously; he looked ready to murder someone. 

He tried to pull himself together and offered her a tight smile, “I don’t think any of us are sad to say goodbye to your possessive ex-boyfriend. Or is he no longer an ex?” 

Bucky turned his head toward the conversation, interested to hear her response. 

“He’s very much an ex.” 

“Splendid. You deserve so much better. We can all breathe a sigh of relief. Right, Sam?” 

Sam grunted his approval. “Yeah, he’s a peach. I can really see the appeal,” he said sarcastically. 

“I’m sorry about him; I don’t know what got into him today. I swear he’s not usually like that.”

Sam just gave her a concerned look. 

This is definitely a conversation we are having later. 

“James?” Zemo prompted. 

“Not my business,” Bucky replied shortly. “Can you just drive? We don’t need conversation.” 

“Apologies.” Zemo turned on the radio, and they all sat in silence. 

Chanel sank a little in her seat as she chewed on her cheek. Bucky sounded particularly broody.

How am I going to make this right? 

She felt exhausted from being pulled in so many directions. She knew she couldn’t stay there with Stephan, but part of her wondered if that was her best chance at happiness. She shook the thought out of her head, Sam was her priority, and she couldn’t make both of them happy. 

As they passed through the gate, leaving the villa in the rearview mirror, a fleet of unmarked black sedans sped past them. Chanel turned in her seat and watched as they entered the gate. She knew those cars well. They belonged to Stephan’s number one henchman. 

Probably helping him with the Power Broker stuff, but why so many of them? 

**

Stephan stepped out onto the front steps as the cars pulled into the driveway. His duffle bag was slung over his shoulder, his phone in his hand as he watched a blinking dot on a map move farther away from his home. 

“How long until the plane is ready?” He asked of the large man that met him on the steps.

“It will be ready for take-off as soon as you arrive.” 

Stephan nodded. “And you have prepared the others?” His gaze was focused on the three tough-looking men that were approaching. 

“They know it won’t tickle if that’s what you mean.” 

“Good, it doesn’t take long. Manfred will administer the serum. When they’re done, send them straight to the airstrip to meet the rest of us. We don’t have much time.” 

“Understood,” the large man motioned for the others to go inside. 

The three men nodded to Stephan respectfully as they passed. 

Stephan ran his hand through his hair, the team he was assembling calmed him a little, but it wasn’t enough. He had a small army but a limited supply of serum. “Did you get in touch with—what was her name? The Flag-Smasher girl.” 

The large man frowned; he didn’t like disappointing his boss. “I did, but she’s not selling.”

Stephan scoffed, “Not selling? Did you tell her how much we were offering her?” 

“She said her movement was more important than money. I can keep trying; everyone has a price.” 

Stephan’s jaw was locked as he glanced back down at the moving dot on his phone. “No. If she doesn’t want to do it the easy way, well—" Stephan left his sentence unfinished as he began walking to the SUV, his eyes glued to his phone.

“I’ll let you know their whereabouts as soon as I get a solid lead,” the man called after him. 

Stephan waved his hand in acknowledgment as he climbed into the back of the SUV. Each one that followed carried more men dressed in tactical gear, ready to follow Stephan into war. 

As they pulled away from the villa, he wondered if it might be overkill. His eyes drifted back to the blinking dot on his phone, and he made a mental list of all the people he would have to go through to get what he wanted. 

Not overkill. I will get her back, no matter what. 

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aoi todo hcs

warnings: nsfw obvi, size kink, exhibitionism, rigging (restraints and rope), unprotected seggs, praise kink, cockwarming

author’s note: this new ep of jjk got me lookin at todo like 👀. he’s so fine and big and strong and...big. so he’s been added to the simp list. these are just general hcs about todo sfw and nsfw. I luv my daddy <3.

18+ minors dni

Resident little spoon <3

Even though he’s big and intimidating he likes to be babied, covered in kisses and smothered by some nice tiddies (hey, nice rack ;)).

likes laying on your chest, like a big baby with his arms wrapped around you as you sit up and watch tv or read a book. he just loves being close to you.

asks you to tie his hair up for him sometimes. you even put bows in his hair when he’s sleeping and when he gets up and sees them he keeps them in

if anyone asks he’ll be like “my baby put them in for me. is that a problem?”

when you go on dates you often find yourself straddling his shoulders; he loves giving piggyback rides.

but, he’s a huge fan of exhibitionism. he believes that fucking you is the best thing anyone could witness; accidentally or intentionally. so expect to be fucked in public regularly. <3

once on a date at the park, todo had a fiendish idea with a hard cock to match. so he made you sit on his cock nice and still, filling you to the brim on the park bench under your soft summer dress.

“Don’t make it obvious, princess. Wanna sit here for a while.” He lulls against your shoulder when you start whining and grinding your hips. he almost falters when he hears your begging, desperately trying to get him to move.

When he’s had enough cockwarming he’ll haul you both to the nearest bathroom and demolish you no matter if anyone is listening in a nearby stall. He wants you he gets you no matter where you are.

Ahem.. anyways

he loves when you bake for him and he even helps you cook.

playfully dots some batter on your nose.

yall definitely have matching aprons. Something really cheesy like “mr. chef” and “mrs. chef”

loves dwarfing you either sexually or just when chilling in each other’s company.

he’ll hold your hand over his to compare sizes.

“My tiny baby.” He’d coo. Aw he just thinks you’re the cutest.

He likes to be on top when you guys have sex, towering over you and legs kinda hanging off your mattress.

Likes the feeling of your arms slacked around his neck, the sound of your breath hitching as he drags himself out of you only to plunge deeper than the last thrust.

He knows his dick is massive and watching you struggle to take him all was too hard to resist. It made him want to ruin you more, break your pussy so no one else could ever fuck you.

todo is a hand holder.

i believe his love language is hand holding. like he loves holding your hand. whether he’s sitting down or walking down the street with you; cuddling or fucking. his hand is always enveloped in yours.

so.. i think this man might be a rigger.

i’ve been thinking about his big hands holding some rope tightening your restraints. he had tied your hands behind your back, your ass up in the air ready for him to fuck you senseless. his favorite sight.

he’s always finding new ways to restrain you; the sight of you completely at his mercy tantalizing. would hum sweet praises as he fucked you stupid, his hands smacking down on your ass as he spoke.

“you look so pretty all tied up for me, baby. you like it when I tie you up and fuck you stupid don’t you? hm? I can’t understand you baby, speak up. hmmm you’re so sexy, even when you’re creaming all over my dick.”

No surprise he’s an ass man, he’s made that pretty clear. Likes ladies of all shapes and sizes man he just loves ladies

When he picks you up, his hands are always sitting on your ass to keep you stable.

He keeps one hand in your back pocket when yall walk anywhere together. His large hands are always smacking your ass around unprovoked.

showers you in compliments.

you could do literally anything and he’s all “look at my baby! you’re so amazing. everything you do is amazing I love you. C’mere I want kisses”

king of praise.

these compliments go on to the bedroom too hehe. he’ll never let you go without telling you how good you take him, how beautiful you look without a thought behind your eyes as he drilled you with pure ambition.

feel free to praise him too. he likes it even though he’ll try and flip it around and compliment you.

“you’re so handsome todo-kun.” “no. you’re so beautiful, y/n.”

he’s just a big ass ball of love and amazing sex.

he’s the type who will fight anybody over you

you’re always patching him up after fights. and his reasoning behind beating the crap out of these poor guys is always

“they challenged me. you know I can no longer walk away when I feel challenged.”

one day, you and todo are out together having a cute date at an ice cream parlor. you leave the table to go order another ice cream when the guy behind the counter started blatantly hitting on you while insulting aoi in the process.

“That guy looks lame. Take my number down and I’ll bet I fuck you better than he can.” Like sir just gimme my ice cream.

unfortunately todo hears everything. But his shirt was already ripped off, ready to fight when he heard him say he’d fuck you better than he could. A complete challange to his manhood cannot go unpunished.

“Disrespectful prick. Think you can fuck my girlfriend better than I can? Well go on. Show my girl your moves, pussy. Watch what happens.”

Yall are banned from the place from how badly he beat that guy’s ass. But it was nice that he came to your defense.

After every fight he gets into he becomes feral. As if your pussy was his prize after winning.

You look up at his bruised face with half lidded eyes as he slid inside you, his huge cock brushing against your cervix. He looks down at you with love in his eyes, the need to please you to the fullest swelling in his chest as he listened to your sweet moans.

Todo’s forehead rests on yours as he moved his hips at a steady pace, sighing in relief as he dived deep inside your gummy walls. It was like he was in pain from the fight and your core was his painkiller, desperately seeking relief.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, baby. But I don’t like to share.”

okay so recap!

todo’s an amazing boyfriend. Even though he looks intimidating he’s honestly the sweetest, kindest and most sensitive man ever. All your needs will be met, all your desires realized.

let’s show todo more love yall!