#29 chapters and three extras to go

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⚠ MISVIL SPOILERS!! BEWARE!! ⚠

Shenjun of the Inextinguishable Peak...

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 29] || [Chapter 31]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.4K~ cw: injuries + recovery Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: johnny is a filthy man :) but also we love him so is that a problem? no, it's not.

Chapter 30: Playing House

It took a while, but, Simon got healthy, and John and Kyle got their soreness’ settled enough to be able to go back to work.

Johnny, however, needed a little extra TLC. Being shot in the shoulder involved a longer period of medical leave, paired with a long while of physical therapy…

And that means that he decided to make himself your problem.

The rest of the lads left on a mission a few days after being cleared and, as such, left Johnny with you. Not because the lad is incapable of looking after himself, but more so because he, himself, decided he didn’t want to be away from you.

And so, whenever you leave for work, Johnny leaves for PT, then, goes to base for a bit, mostly doing work on things that he can feasibly do without straining his left shoulder/arm… Like doing paperwork and reports, going to the gym for cardio, crunches, and leg and hip workouts… Then he comes home to you.

He goes shopping for you, cooks you dinner, cleans after the two of you, despite your insistence that he rest… But, as it turns out, Johnny isn’t good at that.

Nonetheless, the flat is cleaner than ever before, Johnny’s drawing supplies are permanently stationed on the dining room table, next to your laptop, and some of his clothes have taken a permanent spot in your closet.

And, of course, he spends every night in your bed, spooning you from behind and hiding his face in your neck while you watch tiktoks, talk, or he regale you with the most ridiculous of puns.

In a way, it’s like Johnny MacTavish is your live-in boyfriend. Or, rather, that you’re playing house with him.

You wouldn’t say you hate it. In fact, it’s quite nice to have someone staying with you all night… Johnny is a good partner, he’s helpful and chill and provides wonderful cuddles…

Though you’ve jokingly started calling him ‘Johnny Price’, because, since he hasn’t been working for a month now, he’s let his beard grow out. And he looks like Price more often than he does not.

It’s on week three of your new routine with Johnny when you’re at work, that you get a text from him:

Johnny: guess what bonnie. Johnny: [1 Video Attachment]

You definitely should’ve put on some headphones before you watched that video during work… His grunting and groaning was almost pornographic and definitely earned you a few confused/worried looks from your coworkers…

But all you could think of was how he was finally easing back into his arm/shoulder workouts, which meant he finally got cleared by his PT to do as such!

you: did you finally get cleared johnny? 🥺 Johnny: cleared at 50%. Johnny: not there yet. but soon. you: I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! 🫶🫶🫶 Johnny: thank ye bonnie  you: this calls for a celebration! Johnny: i like how ye think bonnie but im not cleared yet to be able to manhandle ye 😏 you: get ur mind out of the gutter johnny price!!!!!!!! Johnny: oof not ye still calling me that! you: ur beard is looking like his what do u expect of me! 🙄 Johnny: yer right idk what i expected. Johnny: so about this celebration. you: i was thinking we go out for dinner? Johnny: are we going to dress up nice? you: i wasn’t thinking we’d go somewhere super fancy because i do not have money johnnyyyy Johnny: oh good because i dont think i can button up a shirt my shoulder is sore 😖 you: okay then! nando’s!!! 🫶  you: and i’ll give you a shoulder rub when we get home Johnny: speaking my language bonnie.

And so that’s what you did. You went home in a hurry to shower and change, and, for once, Johnny wasn’t there, having chosen to shower and change at base.

You met up in front of the Nando’s closest to your flat and you immediately chuckled at the sight of him. Sure, he had changed, but he was still very much wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers and a grey zip-up hoodie… Although you could very obviously tell he was naked beneath the hoodie.

“Mo leannan.” He murmured in an exaggeratedly polite tone as he popped the door open for you with his good arm.

“Thank you, my good sir…” You joked, which caused you both to chuckle and shake your head.

You got inside, ordered your food and, as you talked, you site adjacent to him, right on his left side, so you could gently rub his arm with your hand.

“Do you miss the lads?” You ended up asking him as you caressed his bicep and shoulder with your hand, watching him wince a bit at it, because he felt so sore from his first workout.

“A little.” Johnny admitted as he looked toward you. “Do you miss ‘em?” He returned the question. You found yourself nodding in reply.

“Having you here is wonderful though… I… quite miss you lot when you’re all gone together. Not to mention I worry sick for you.” You admitted and pressed your lips together a bit awkwardly.

“You do?” He asked you, to which you nodded. So, he continued. “Well.. I guess I understand. I imagine my mam and sisters worry about me too… As do the Kyle and the Captain’s families.” He conceded.

“That’s actually…” You found yourself trailing off as the waiter brought you your orders and you thanked him, unboxing your food so you could dig in.

“As I was saying…” You trailed off. “That’s actually an interesting point… I feel like I know very little about you and the guys’ when it comes to your personal lives… Outside of hobbies and what you do with me.” You mused as you glanced at him as he dug into his double chicken burger one-handed.

“I don’t know much about the others myself to be honest with you.” Johnny admitted as he stole one of your chips off your plate.

“Really?” You asked softly as you ate your own sandwich yourself, nodding along as he continued speaking.

“We try to keep our… ‘outside’ lives under wraps. Even being a team… what we talk about is always very superficial.” He trailed off.

“So you don’t know anything about the rest of them, nor them about you?” You cocked a brow in confusion.

“Oh, no, bonnie, I talk about myself a whole lot, I’m a blabber mouth, me.” He joked and winked at you. “But family is one of those topics that’s best kept under wraps in our line of work.” He told you as he leaned in, rubbing his thumb on the corner of your mouth to wipe it clean of peri-peri sauce. Then, he sucked his own thumb clean.

“What about me? Do I get to know about you?” You asked him playfully as you leaned forward, setting your elbow on the table as you lean in to him, eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“Tell ye what, bonnie.” Johnny leaned toward you too, licking his fingers clean and then wiping them on a napkin before he set a hand on your thigh under the table. “Anything I tell ye about my family is not going to do them justice… So how about I take ye up to meet my family over the summer… And ye meet them directly? Could even take the Captain, Simon and Kyle with us.” He offered.

Your eyes widened a bit and you blinked away the surprise, staring at him like he had grown a second head.

“Meeting your family? Really? Isn’t it a bit early for that…?” You chuckled a bit sheepishly.

“Aye, maybe it is…” He trailed off. “But at this point, I’m basically livin’ wit ye and ye’ve looked after me in sickness, haven’t ye?” He joked. “And I’ve fended off yer ex… so I’ve looked after ye in health, haven’t I?”

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you shook your head. You knew he was just joking, the look in his eyes showed it… “Are you implying that we’re married, Johnny?” You teased him playfully.

“I’m just saying…” He trailed off playfully, a playful smirk on his lips. “And, if we were married, not saying that we are,… I’d make sure to take ye home tonight and rearrange yer guts if ye let me, mo leannan.”

Looking away and biting your lip, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Shut it…” You trailed off. “You need to rest, your shoulder’s bad still.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t use my mouth on ye… and that you can’t be on top.” He added before he grabbed another one of your chips and popped it in his mouth.

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[joelsmorgan]

ఇ - ellie williams masterlist.

✦ one shots.

extra credit | enemies to lovers - by @/violetszn

just friends? | friends to lovers - by @/madewithsilk

like it's our last | brother’s best friend to lovers-ish - by @/desertteagles

mismatched | friends to ? - by @/applejusue

after midnight | established relationship - by @/marscardigan

earned it | cheating, pwop - by @/elswhore

couldn't fight to save your life (but you look so cool) | schoolmates to lovers-ish, two idiots in love - by @/angelsknifeprty

you matched with ellie! | strangers to lovers-ish, semi smau - by @/bloodstainedsapphic

where it's safe | established relationship - by @/sadiesdoll

muse of mine | established relationship - by @/doiliedaze

candy crush | strangers to lovers - by @/s-4pphics

love at first sight fight | enemies to lovers - by @/loonyforyouonly

crimson days | established relationship - by @/elliespassengerprincess

ink and heat | strangers to ?, pwop - by @/elswhore

bottom bitch | strangers to ?, pwop - by @/orphicsun

keep 'em entertained | strangers to lovers - by @/elswhore

naked in her journal | bffs to lovers - by @/onlyheluvsme

double pleasure | established relationship, pwop - by @/elliesanqel

the romancer (talk) | pwop - by @/venuswiiine

obsessed | pwop - by @/elliesanqel

growing pains | childhood friends to strangers to lovers - by @/ruleofheart

outlawed romance | friends to lovers, cheating - by @/slutt4ellie

✦ series.

but i'm a cheerleader | enemies to lovers, smau - by @/marscardigan don't be a dick - chapter one. delusion is a disease - chapter two. "no" is a full sentence - chapter three. did you at least record it? - chapter four. which one - chapter five. too late - chapter six. typical ellie behaviour - chapter seven. regionals - chapter eight.

extras: headcannons.

apple cider | best friends to lovers - by @/cheriedivine chapter one. chapter two.

don't run away from me | strangers to lovers - by @/mediocre-writing prologue. chapter one.

farmhand | strangers to lovers - by @/applejusue farmhand - chapter one. barn dance - chapter two. blizzard - chapter three.

thirsty connection | strangers to lovers, smau - by @/breathinlove prologue. chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. chapter six. chapter seven. chapter eight.

call me if you get lost | semi-strangers to lovers, smau - by @/cowgirlcherrie prologue. wusyaname - chapter one. corso - chapter two. lemonhead - chapter three. rise! - chapter four. runitup - chapter five. sweet, i thought you wanted to dance - chapter six. boyfriend, girlfriend - chapter seven. sorry not sorry - chapter eight.

hot & heavy | bffs to strangers/enemies to lovers - by @/crushh-existz chapter one.

moving in | strangers to lovers, semi smau - by @/ moving in - part one. weeks of bliss - part two. - part three.

focus pull | strangers to lovers - by @/yunaversalluv prologue. through the lense - chapter one. better mean it - chapter two. static - chapter three. captured moments - chapter four.

✦ random.

nsfw twitter links. one (included too: abby). two (included too: joel, abby, jesse, dina) three (included too: joel, abby). four (included too: abby). five (included too: joel, abby, jesse, dina). six (included too: abby). seven (included too: abby). eight.

total count: 29 (79 links).

more on the last of us | joel miller, part one | joel miller, part three | joel miller, part three | abby anderson | jesse

my masterlist of recommendations.

i’m going to keep updating this list as i read more!

last update: 8/05/2025

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kiri analyzes: ch 27 of hirano to kagiura

hi. that’s me. kiri I mean. firstly I realize I’ve arrives about a month late to the party. I’m sure much of what I’m going to say about ch 27 has already been discussed, but I still wanted to go through each chapter and give my thoughts on them before I go out and see what everyone else has been saying! I’m keeping this post under the cut for length, not spoilers lol

okay! starting off from the color page. I adore this caption: “towards an as-yet-unmet spring.” hirano’s gaze, trained not just at kagi’s lips, but his brilliant smile (“…man, that sun is dazzling today…” – ch 12, hirano to kagiura), and the pink flush to his face—altogether it captures the image of love in bloom. that burgeoning newness is right in line with the spring season, and an “as-yet-unmet spring” suggests that while we’re not quite there yet (at the point of a realization of love), it is something that will be happening.

(side note: I will be using the mangadex scanlations as my main reference point here, but I have heard that it might be good to look at some alternate translations regarding ch 28 and 29, so I’ll be doing so when I get there)

now to discuss page one. hanzawa and ichinose are like catnip so me so I have a lot of words about this moment. to start, I think it’s so fascinating that both hanzawa & ichinose ascribe a sense of “home” to the dorm (and thus feel homesickness), even though, as hirano points out, the dorm isn’t actually their home. to me this illuminates a lot about hanzawa and ichinose’s characters, particularly the reasons as to why they were dorm heads.

both hanzawa and ichinose are presumably here for studying reasons—ichinose will get caught up in video games if he goes home (ch 23b, hirano to kagiura), and hanzawa’s household is too busy and chaotic to study at (ch 33.7, sasaki to miyano)—but the dorm is more than just a study space to them. after all, being dorm head requires an extra level of connection to the dorm… a connection that I would argue, for them, stems from a level of disconnection with their actual homes.

at home, hanzawa’s “maa-kun,” and his older brother masaomi will start asking him questions about his love life, and I imagine it’s often enough since he does it in public, and asks if miyano’s his boyfriend without skipping a beat (ch 28, sasaki to miyano). in this same chapter, hanzawa does not… react well, to romance. he’s still grappling with the lasting memory of his mother’s relief when he said he was straight. at home, hanzawa’s not in control. I think he’s internalized the idea that he’s not allowed to display any kind of queerness, and while that may still be true to an extent within the confines of the dorm, the situation is different. here, he’s the dorm head, he’s the captain of the ping pong team, president of the disciplinary club… his hair is dyed black, like a “good student.” he can control, to a larger extent, the way he’s perceived, and has more freedom of action.

as ogasawara suggests in the second anime guidebook, “ah, but… you’ve been here for three years, so it’s not quite home, but… there’s still an attachment?” and he’s right! I don’t think hanzawa dreads his home, but I think that he was able to build a new feeling of stability during his time at school and in the dorm, and having that is really precious to him. there’s reason he then asks ogasawara to attend his university, and then starts complaining about how hirano moved out of the dorm as soon as he was able.

(side note: that’s a really fun look into the future, isn’t it? that the hirano who’s so deeply missing kagiura in this chapter moved out as soon as it was possible to do so. perhaps that’s just another aspect of his ruthless kind of bluntness, but I think the fact that it happened means that he and kagiura are at a stable place. also, this scene ends with him deciding to drop by the dorm, so clearly there’s someone he wants to see…)

we don’t know much about ichinose’s home life, but I’d pin him as a bit introverted. I might be making this conclusion based off the fact that he’s wearing glasses in a flashback we see of him. but also like… he plays video games. he gets bad stomach cramps and some of them are anxiety-induced. he gets really shy around the dorm manager, who he does have a crush on, but also I think he’s just that type of person. speaking of the dorm manager, he and ichinose are chatting even before hirano or hanzawa show up, so I’d suspect a part of his homesickness is missing the dorm manager, too. there’s a fun tension to this situation… he’s graduating, and his crush probably feels pretty useless, but he nonetheless wants to chase that pleasure. it’s not an outward or direct expression of queerness, but I like to imagine that ichinose, too, feels more in control when he’s in the dorm, feels more like he can be a little truer to himself.

that distance from your closest judgements—the ones coming from you family—is something I like to think that ichinose and hanzawa cherish.

speaking of ichinose and hanzawa, I love this chapter cover. the angle reminds me of a security camera? hirano’s stares at it with a blank kind of surprise, but hanzawa and ichinose both look like they’re making deliberate eye contact. I think the difference between them is representative to how those three interact with the idea of public perception and persona… that being, hirano doesn’t do it at all, while hanzawa and ichinose are hyper aware of it, even though their approaches and responses differ.

(side note: I’m aware that a lot of what I say regarding ichinose is speculation. I just have a lot of headcanons about him. as a shameless self plug I will say that that you should read violeta fantasy)

next we have ichinose & hirano discussing kagiura, and not only does hirano look glum when talking about how he and kagiura rarely get to see each other, he wears the fondest smile I’ve ever seen when he calls kagiura “one of a kind.” I love how bright that specific page looks—it’s like when hirano’s around kagiura, he, too, is dazzling. I also really love the choice of words here, those being “one of a kind.” it might be a translation liberty, but I think it just emphasizes the way that kagiura is a unique existence to hirano. even if he’s not special in the romantic sense, he is so obviously special to hirano. I love that hirano calls him “one of a kind” as he’s specifically recalling the way kagiura in ch 26 said that being with him, like this, is his favorite part of the day. here, reflecting on that moment, hirano gets to appreciate and love the way that kagiura loves him, and it just leaves him soft and pleased. it’s nice to see.

the next scene I want to discuss is the section where kagiura catches hirano & hanzawa Being Friends. I am such a fan of this because I love seeing hirano and hanzawa’s friendship. on hanzawa’s character profile for the knight of sub-characters popularity poll, it’s mentioned that he’s often seen with hirano, and then in the snapshot of his daily life that we got for his 2024 birthday, hirano’s again mentioned as his friend… they go to the same university! hirano asked him for advice on how to approach kagi-kun! sure, part of that was because hanzawa was the dorm head, but a lot of it was because they’re just friends. it’s fascinating to see how badly kagiura reacts to this, and the way he bitterly thinks, hirano-san only lets me touch him for 10 seconds a day…

kagi. I love you. but you made that rule up. you are also forgetting that hirano keeps claiming he’s got his own 10 seconds, too. this touch constraint is so fascinating because kagiura and hirano would’ve casually touched all the time, before this. but ever since having a proper realization of his Feelings, kagiura’s essentially… deprived himself of touch, by choice? because as they stand, even if hirano’s Fine with it, because he won’t register it as romantic, kagiura can’t touch him with romantic intention and have him not know. as he thinks right after his bitter thought, it’s not even the same kind of touching. it would cross some kind of line that he’s made up. I love this kid’s issues. he’s really so good… but I think he worries a lot about not being good, especially towards the guy he loves so much.

(side note: in this section we also flash back to the hanzawa homophobia allegations, which. I’d love to write up a post abt this whole deal just bc 1) we’re all aware that hanzawa’s not Actually Homophobic, yes? and 2) I find it so fun to introspect and speculate about his relationship to queerness, and 3) can we talk about how strange yashiro is? like. forget hanzawa shutting down that play-acted kabedon in ch 24. what kind of person just bluntly says, “everyone knows he can’t stand when two guys do that kind of stuff together” to a guy who clearly… does not know that? hanzawa can’t be looking that actively homophobic, if kagiura’s never noticed it before. making that statement says just as much about yashiro, then, as it does about hanzawa.)

now of course I have to talk the moment where kagiura realizes that hirano misses them hanging out. I’ll take this moment to note that hirano missing him, and hirano wanting to study with him, are all great continuing repudiations of the suggestion that ichinose gave early on: that he might focus better, without kagiura as his roommate. that maybe they’d do best, working hard individually. I think this was part of what separated them in the adult au, but time and time again, hirano to kagiura shows that they make each other better, stronger people. we kind of knew all of this, though. why, then, does hirano go 0 to 100 red, the moment that kagiura realizes this fact?

well. this… actually isn’t the first time, isn’t it? back in ch 22, hirano’s missing kagiura, and recalls what miyano was rambling about in his BL: “he thinks about how much he wants to see the person he’s in love with, and with the best timing ever, he finds himself embraced, and his heart starts pounding…”

then, too, his face turns totally red. and, crucially: his heart starts to race.

heart racing, in this context, is a signifier of love. hirano had pointed out that you can just have your heart race when you’re surprised, and being hugged could do that naturally, but now his heart has started jackrabbiting when there’s no one there to touch him. how to make sense of this feeling?

(he’d also conveniently tuned out the part where miyano said that in some cases there wasn’t any heart racing because the couple was already like family. I think family is a really key word in how exactly kagiura loves hirano. it really is a desire not just for love, but cohabitation.)

miyano says some other stuff in his BL spiel, too. I’d like to point to his earlier impassioned cry of, “you should just try getting embraced by a tall puppy-dog seme, have your heart start racing, and realize ‘wow…is this love?!’!!!”

sounds a little similar to… oh, what’s happening right now in ch 27, doesn’t it?

sasaki to miyano plays a lot with BL tropes, particularly in the ways that its fiction interacts with the reality of miyano’s life. hirano to kagiura does this to a lesser extent, but the theme is still clearly present—in ch 13, miyano tells hirano that he “can’t recognize an iota of BL development potential,” and hirano thinks for a moment that he’s talking about him and kagi-kun before he decides it had nothing to do with their situation.

so. what we’re going to see in ch 28, I suspect, is not going to be a sudden ‘wow…is this love?!’ moment. I’d love to say I’ve made this prediction just from sheer analysis alone, and while I think harusono sensei’s general trend of playing with BL tropes and expectations makes this a pretty easy prediction, I also just… have an inkling or two about what ch 28 is about. no clue about ch 29, but I know that neither of them are going to end with hirano being “wow, I’m totally in love with kagi,” because if it did, I think my tumblr dashboard would’ve exploded.

that’s all from me on ch 27! excited to discuss whatever’s coming up…

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MAJOR SILVERBORN SPOILERS NOT KIDDING IT SPOILS EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER

silverborn chapter by chapter review 

1: did she seriously kill off Hawthorne i swear to god

2: oh cool hallowmas wait what was that last thing

3: mean dead people

4: dogs scare away mean dead people? sure whatever i guess--

oh! uhm! was that necessary!

5: mkay guess we're ignoring that cute treehouse anah is silly morrigan is having an existential crisis (is anyone keeping tally) yeah alright that was a nice relief from the jump scares oh hey ezra what are you doing here

6: squall's a meanie head and morrigan's katara and what is a ghast doing here

7: morrigan scared some drunk teenagers and then forgot everything

8: holliday they're like 13 chill 

9: holliday chill the sequel featuring miss cheery and morrigan's got nepotism on her side

10: dame chanda wasnt kidding when she said morrigan darling huh, is the silver district just the capital from hunger games or?

11: i mean ezra has a point there? also nyooooom

12: oof ouch i have to admit holliday's right too? bad days all round... OH I HAVE TO DISAGREE WITH JUPITER???? KILL ME NOW

13: cadence ur so real 

14: modestine I would die for u

15: wdym safe with the others?? oh hey gay people and also boats

16: how many times is morrigan gonna get kidnapped in this book

17: why's megaphone guy here oh look the groom's cheating and oh look now he's dead 

18: eddie and jem are gay right this isn't just me

19: yayyy more 919 stuff did cadence just use the word sus also why are you keeping count of your books no one does that

20: francis' dog's name is asparagus hawethorn's dad is funnier than me, baby Dave is a menace, and Ezra has a special interest in glass now i guess

21: hawthorne having a nervous breakdown 

22: anah is harassed via books,  morrigan develops more PTSD , Jupiter is still MIA from like 10 chapters ago?? margot is still an angel, probably evil tho

23: cadence gone feral, hawthorne knows a lot about dragon politics, cadence and morrigan both think dolphins are suspect apparently 

24: neither Jupiter nor cadence sleep, what's witchcon can i come too, Jupiter and morrigan are still mad at each other

25: mordence nation how we feeling?

26: morrigan shows off while cadence continues scavenging, octopus armchair makes friends everywhere, why does jupiter sound like squall i dont like this

27: octopus armchair i love you, no more nicknames ig, everything is sentient i love this

28: morrigan stop no go back to wunsoc

29: stop using the word suss morrigan oh hey squall 

30: since when did you not want to traumatize morrigan, squall? meredith is not very creative with bad mouthing

31: oh hey the twins are back and they know how to teleport, hey let's not get jumped by the giant fish

32: conall and danny nooo😭😭😭😭

33: is hawthorne gonna ride alights because it REALLY seems like it

34: lam is the best to nobody's surprise

35: the world does not have room for TWO jupiters wait what jack that's a bad idea (morrijack nation how we feeling)

36: this is physically painful to read morrigan

37: wine and women and wonderful vices🎶 also let vesta talk

38: noelle that's kind of creepy

39: wow aunt margot is mean who could have possibly predicted this

40: squall's will is wearing down

41: wow aunt margot is mean who could have possibly predicted this part two

42: i feel like this is the opposite of deadnaming, also was lady darling writing those books or

43: how many crimes has morrigan committed in this book someone keep tally

44: wow the darling family is mean who could have possibly predicted this (part three) and also YAY JUPITER

45: morrigan now really hates glass

46: OCTAVIA'S BACK BABEY oh and one uncle added to inventory wait what was that last thing

47: cake interception 

48: told you you should have listened to vesta 

49: isn't this what hawthorne wanted but with extra steps or

50: ok wednesday addams call down

51: this is a bit dramatic now

52: morrigan it's a giant squid you can let it die

53: guiltghast is back, oh hey it ate the murderer and also the forgers and also the petty thieves and al

54 what's up squall oh okay we're time traveling now

55 this is a bit dramatic part two but it actually works

56: lots of redemption arcs (kind of) can we get more noelle action in the next book also justice for gigi bc what was that????

57: AWWWWWWW YAYYYY FOUND FAMILLYYYYYUY

[ajqwrites]

UNDER SIEGE — MASTERLIST

A Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Fanfiction

Welcome to the official Under series Masterlist! A military drama romance set in the Modern Warfare reboot timeline.

This series features:

💥 A 16-year age gap

💔 Emotional damage and slow-burn tension

🔥 Dom/sub dynamic with sugar + spicy

🫡 Task Force 141, rewritten canon, and a Price you’ve known but totally different (if I say it right.... I mean, I'm not going to ruin him but make him a little more dangerous).

If you like your romance intense, messy, sweet AND hot, and wrapped in gears and a uniform—you’re in the right place.

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MINORS DO NOT READ THIS PLEASE! This fic contains explicit content, mature themes, trauma, dominant & submissive dynamics, and violence.

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Preface

Chapter 1: Tactical Meddling

Chapter 2: First Contact

Chapter 3: First Impression

Chapter 4: Between the Lines

Chapter 5: Not a Goodbye

Chapter 6: Timing is Everything

Chapter 7: Something Different

Chapter 8: The Early Start

Chapter 9: Hook, Line, and Laughter

Chapter 10: Curiosity Kills the Bird

Chapter 11: Whispers of Risk and Promises

Chapter 12: An Unexpected Surprise

Chapter 13: Echoes of Desire

Chapter 14: Out of the Comfort Zone

Chapter 15: Three Questions

Chapter 16: Linger

Chapter 17: Home 🌶️

Chapter 18: Geeky Morning Plan

Chapter 19: A Price of Surprise

Chapter 20: A Latte to Process

Chapter 21: Geeky Purgatory

Chapter 22: Loyalty

Chapter 23: One Time Only

Chapter 24: The Weight of it All

Chapter 25: Deep Desire ❤️‍🔥

Chapter 26: Hang Me Up to Dry 🌶️

Chapter 27: Threadbare Restraint 🌶️❤️‍🔥

Chapter 28: Weapon of Discipline

Chapter 29: The Calm Before

Chapter 30: A Different Side

Chapter 31: Harkin

Chapter 32: Dead Man Walkin'

Chapter 33: Safe Haven

Chapter 34: Another Plan in Motion

Chapter 35: A Test of Restraint

Chapter 36: Trouble in Sainsbury

Chapter 37 Almost ❤️‍🔥

Chapter 38: Godspeed to Charlie

Chapter 39: In Too Deep

Chapter 40: Watchful Eyes

Chapter 41: Unspoken Lines

Chapter 42: Head over Heart

Chapter 43: Lessons in Control

Chapter 44: The Takedown

Chapter 45: The Middleman's Thread 🛑

Chapter 46: Mind Over Matter

Chapter 47: Tension and Temptation

Chapter 48: Closer ❤️‍🔥💋

Chapter 49: Every Minute Counts 💋

Chapter 50: Operation Red

Chapter 51: Check Point

Chapter 52: The Art of Deception

Chapter 53: The Woman in Red

Chapter 54: Playing Cards Right

Chapter 55: A Dance with Blades

Chapter 56: The Final Push

Chapter 57: Jackpot

Chapter 58: Escape Artist

Chapter 59: Mercy is Weak 🛑

Chapter 60: The Distance Between Words

Chapter 61: The Edge of Something More ❤️‍🔥

Chapter 62: Too Lovely for Me

Chapter 63: A Father's Claim 💕

Chapter 64: Analogy 💋🌶️

Chapter 65: Shock and Awe

Chapter 66: Still Tasting Him

Chapter 67: Just for Tonight 💋🌶️

Chapter 68: A Taste of Something Real

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I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling the Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem. But sometimes, you just need a little bit of love... and a little bit of science.

Warnings: read chapter 1 for warnings.

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Chapter 29

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The last thing you and Law were able to fully enjoy together to prepare for the arrival of your babies was setting up the nursery in the second bedroom, after having your friends assist with clearing it out and cleaning up the carpet, that was.  Once completed, Law was now hunkered down to a strict schedule of meetings with almost hundreds of people in preparation for the biggest, longest, and most daunting surgery of his life.

But prior to that, he was able to spend an entire day with you, putting together cribs, assembling toys, installing two small dresser sets and changing tables, and organizing all of the baby clothing and supplies you received from your generous friends.  You had never seen Law more delighted, except maybe on your wedding day.  The way he carefully assembled one of the mobiles and hung it delicately over the top of one of the cribs brought a warm smile to your face.  As the days grew closer and closer, the thought of Law holding your babies made your heart flutter more and more.

The room was much smaller than your master bedroom, but it still had ample room as a nursery for two babies.  You had taken the opportunity (thanks in part to your lenient lease) to paint both of the walls a simple, muted mint-green color, calming to the eyes and yet still allowing the room to glow with light when the blinds were open.  Law had even bought a paper trim decorated with animal prints to place on the highest points of the wall, surrounding the corner where it touched the ceiling.  Both cribs were situated in opposite corners of the room, separated by a small window.  At the ends of both cribs sat their small dressers where their respective clothing, bedding, and supplies were stored, and above the dressers sat their changing tables and changing mats.  The rest of the room was dedicated to storing their plethora of toys until they were old enough to begin playing and exploring their world.  In your kitchen, two high chairs were placed against the wall, ready to be used at your table.  Two car seats with sturdy handles and foldable sun covers were ready and waiting in your extra closet, along with the folded up double stroller.  In your bathroom, Law had installed a small additional storage container for you to keep your unused breastfeeding supplies in, which he insisted on sterilizing three times a week despite not being touched yet.  Everything was ready to go, now the only thing left to do was wait.

But now, Law was spending more and more time at the hospital, which you completely understood, but that he lamented over.  Before he left every single day, and the second he returned home from however long his shift was, he kissed you on the lips before traveling down and planting two tender kisses against your bump.  The bump of which had become quite the hindrance as you approached the 36 week mark.  You were at 34 now, and according to Robin, your twins’ organs were fully developed and they’d be able to breathe on their own once born… whenever that was.

And while you were happy to have made it to 34, overjoyed even, the Braxton Hicks contractions were incredibly annoying.

“They are not indicative of labor,” your doctor had said.  “Trust me, you’ll know when your contractions go from false alarms to actual labor.”

You took her word for it.  But that didn’t make the 30 second increments of sudden cramping rippling across your belly at all hours of the day any better.  Sometimes, the pain would subside for an hour or two before coming back in full.  And they weren’t agonizingly painful, but they were prevalent enough that it was near impossible to ignore them.

While Law was at work more and more frequently in preparation for the surgery, Shachi and Penguin basically moved in with you.  They were walking Bepo, feeding Bepo, playing with Bepo, kissing Bepo, all while you were laying on your couch like a log.  A log with a huge belly and spontaneous Braxton Hicks contractions.

“What does Mama want?” Penguin asked from your kitchen, rifling through your pantry.

“Please don’t call me ‘Mama,’” you groaned.  It was endearing when Law did it, and very awkward when anyone else did.

“Got it.  What does the fat woman on the couch want?” he called back.

“Don’t make me come over there and stab you,” you yelled.  “I’m cranky enough as it is.”

Shachi emerged from the bathroom down the hall.  “Penguin quit bugging her.  That’s my job.”

“You guys are going to make me deliver early,” you snipped.

“Give the poor woman some food,” Shachi demanded, driving a harsh spank against Penguin’s ass through the man’s cargo shorts, resulting in a high-pitched yelp.  That finally forced a smile to break out on your face.

“I’m glad to see you two finally came to your senses,” you chided, trying to push yourself up against the armrest of your couch where a pillow was situated against your back to support you.  “What’s it like having graduated from roommates to sex?”

“It’s the exact same, but way hotter,” Shachi replied with a mischievous, toothy smile.

“Okay, I’m sorry for calling you fat, please stop talking about my sex with this lunatic,” Penguin groaned, emerging from your pantry with a few unopened boxes of pasta while you and Shachi giggled over his modesty.  “How does a simple baked ziti sound?”

You moaned from the couch.  “That sounds heavenly.”

Shachi left the kitchen to enter the main living space with you, sitting on the floor with his legs spread and allowing Bepo to crawl onto his lap.  “Nervous?” he asked, looking up at you.

Your hands soothed over your belly as another false contraction rippled through you in waves.  “More than nervous.  But I’ve been trying not to think about it.  I’m worried that too much stress will induce labor.”  After a brief pause, you added, “I’m worried that everything out of the ordinary will induce labor.”

The redhead hummed beside you, idly stroking the soft fur of Bepo’s head as the dog began to fall asleep on his lap.  “Do you have a hospital bag packed?”

You nodded.  “Law packed one for me a week ago.  It has all of our stuff in it… it’s pretty heavy.  He said, ‘If anything happens while I’m away and you have to go into L&D, have either Shachi or Penguin take this to the hospital.’”

“What’s ‘L&D’?” asked Penguin from the kitchen as he dumped two boxes of pasta into a large pot of boiling water.

“Labor and Delivery,” you clarified.  “We’re all assuming a lot of this is going to be spontaneous, so there’s no real indication of when I’ll have to go in because… well, we don’t know when I’ll give birth,” you explained.  “Most moms with one baby give birth at around 40 weeks, give or take.  But with twins, the average is apparently 36.  And I’m at 34.”

Shachi whistled through his lips.  “So it really could be at any moment.”

“Great time for Law to have to replace a man’s organs, huh?” Penguin piped up from the kitchen.

You laughed.  “The timing couldn’t have been better!”

The smell of baked ziti very slowly began to permeate your apartment as Penguin cooked, Shachi doted on Bepo, and you lounged on the couch, standing intermittently to continue to stretch your legs.  The contractions didn’t stop, if anything they increased in frequency as time slowly ticked away.  And every once in a while, one of your babies would kick against your muscle.

—

Law was fighting with every fiber in his body to stay awake.  He was leading his surgical team, for crying out loud.  He needed to be front and center for this meeting.  He drove the tip of his pencil through his pant leg into the flesh of his thigh to snap him out of his dozed state.  God, he needed coffee.

At the front of the conference room, directly in front of where Law sat, was the head of the hospital’s Transplant Transport team, which Law’s team joked was a very humorous name.  He was quite a stocky older man with a distended belly that barely fit into the gray dress shirt he had tucked into his slacks.  He was going through an itinerary on a pulled-down projector screen.  

“The patient, to remind those of you who just arrived, is a 51 year old man with a history of cardiopulmonary failure.  He has had two open heart surgeries in the past, and suffered a collapsed lung in his youth.  Both he and his family have been willing to try every treatment possible, and that is why we are meeting here today.  As far as I am aware, this hospital has never performed a double heart-lung transplant before, am I correct?”  He turned his attention to Law, who crossed on leg over his knee, asking silently for the lead surgeon’s approval.

“Correct,” Law affirmed, nodding his head.

“Dr. Trafalgar, would you mind walking your team through the procedure step-by-step?” the man asked, stepping aside to allow Law room to stand up in front of the packed conference room.

With a silenced grunt, Law stood up and smoothed his white doctor’s coat over his chest.  He took a deep breath and turned to face the room.  In front of him, every seat at the table and scattered chairs against the wall were filled by his surgery team, ICU nurses and doctors, hospital technicians involved with the case, and members of the Transplant Transport team.  “The surgery is scheduled to begin at 8:00 AM on May 12th.  That morning, a helicopter will be arriving with the heart and lungs from the donor patient, where they will then be transported by the transplant team to our operating room and hooked up to an artificial body where they’ll be kept living while we remove the damaged tissue from our recipient.  A coronary bypass machine will be used to keep the patient alive while his organs are removed and replaced.  This is the simple explanation, whenever everyone’s ready, I will begin discussing the more heavy aspects of the procedure.”

A few nods and curt words of consent were shared amongst the room.  Law took a deep breath and began speaking once more.

—

You were sitting naked on your bed, having just gotten out of the shower, when your phone started buzzing on your bedside table.  Your husband’s name popped up, immediately making you smile.

“Hey, baby!” you called into the receiver.  “How’d the presentation meeting go?”

A long, pent up sigh was heard through the speaker, making your heart pang with sympathy.  [About as good as it could’ve.  It’s hard explaining a 15 hour surgery to a group of 50-some-odd people.]

“Do you think your team is ready for it?” you asked, using one hand to slather moisturizing lotion onto your knees and calves.

[I think so.  I mean, I damn hope so.  I’ve had a lot of my nurses and team members review the same materials I’ve been studying to make sure everyone is on the same page.  As the day gets closer, I’m having my assistants complete simulated operations on their down time.]

“You can do that?”

[It’s a teaching hospital, we’ve got plenty of equipment.]

You grinned, dropping your legs and falling backward onto your bed, rubbing your belly with one hand while your other held your phone to your ear.  “Well, that’s good.”

Law’s voice hummed in agreement.  You heard him take another deep breath.  [I miss you.]

A part of you wanted to joke that he was only about five minutes away, but you knew what he meant.  He was missing the last few weeks of your pregnancy, something he had wanted to avoid since the two of you started trying for a baby.  It was vital to him that he was there to support you, to protect you, but once again, he wasn’t.  He was kept away from you by his taxing job, a job that he loved with a deep passion, but one that fought with his unwavering commitment to you.

Instead of commenting something witty in response, you replied with, “I know… I do too.”  A thought came into your mind, something you had read earlier in the day while your friends were out with your dog.  “Hey… Law?”

[Yeah, baby?]

“I know it’s hard to ask this over the phone but… I read online that parents with twins are more likely to suffer relationship breakdown.”

Law seemed to know what you were alluding to immediately, even without you having to explicitly state your worry.  [Remember everything I’ve been telling you?  About how much I love you and how that’s not going to change at any point?]

A smile tugged to your lips.  “Yeah…”

[Relationships break down because of stress.  But we’re good at working things out together.  We jump through hurdles at the same time because we communicate and we love each other.  That’s not going to change with babies.  Even with two new mouths to feed instead of one.]

“Your words always help me feel better,” you sighed into the receiver.  “I love you.”

[Get some rest, sleeping beauty.  I love you, too, always.]

—

34 weeks turned into 35.

The waiting was starting to take years off of your life, you thought.

Shachi and Penguin had bunked up in your living room.  You only saw your husband about three times while he prepared religiously for the operation.

Somewhere at another hospital, a comatose man was being prepped and signed off to be removed from life support and have his organs harvested.  And ten minutes from your apartment, a middle-aged man with his own family was getting ready to receive them.

And you were carrying two babies in your womb.  Two babies who, according to your very last ultrasound, were both facing head-first toward your cervix.  It was looking like a completely natural birth would be possible, as long as no complications arose in the moment.

Hopefully, according to your latest health workup, everything would be fine.  Your blood pressure had remained steady throughout your pregnancy, all of your blood panel conditions had been very healthy.  Your body felt ready, if the constant Braxton Hicks contractions were anything to go off of.

It was just.  The.  Waiting.

Your journal was almost completed.  You only had two more pages before your prompts switched to journaling the post-birthing experience.

You uncapped your pen and began writing.

[sweetdispatch]

Completed person - N. Hischier

When Two Sports Collide | previous chapter timeline: June 2024 - September 2024 summary: Lisa and Nico were spending every single moment together until she had to left for the Olympic Games but even after this competition, they were glued to each other warning: mentions of sex note: are we ready to say goodbye to Lisa and Nico?

The next week after Gyor’ win was tiring. Lisa and her teammates had to do plenty of media and different gatherings with fans and sponsors. Nico was by her side all the time patiently waiting to go on vacation with her. Two of them decided to visit Italy during the holidays before Lisa had to go back to Norway and train with the team to prepare for the Olympic Games. The couple spent two weeks in Italy travelling, laughing, eating lots of pasta and drinking wine.

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lisa.pedersen Italy, you have pretty views but I have the prettiest view in front of me and it's Swiss one❤️

nicohischier I have even prettier Norwegian view next to me❤️

charlotteolsen i miss you two!!!!!

24 June 2024

To Lisa’ surprise, Nico decided to go to Norway with her. He knew about her busy schedule but wanted to have her by his side all the time he could. As much as she loved the idea, she was scared he might keep her distracted. 

“I promise, I won’t be bothering you. As soon as you leave for the camp, I’ll return to Switzerland. For now, you’re only gonna be in the gym and running. I want to spend the time we have before each of us will go back to their clubs” Nico tried to explain to her.

“I’m grateful for that offer but I’m not sure. You know how much this means for me to win the gold and I need to be as much prepared as I can” Lisa said. 

“You can’t live only in the gym babe. You need a rest and I’ll be more than happy to help you with that”

“Fine but if I feel overwhelmed by your presence, you’re going back home” Lisa laughed.

Next few weeks Lisa and Nico spent most of the time training. She was getting in shape before the Olympic Games while Nico was preparing for his season. As he said, he was helping Lisa relax. She started having memories from the Olympic Games in Tokyo where they lost in the semi final but he was giving her pep talks every time he saw that she’s into her head, overthinking it again. 

“Lisa, you need to let it go. This was three years ago. You’re great athlete and that was your one mistake”

“But it was a huge mistake!” Lisa argued back.

“That doesn’t change anything. Look, you were training so hard in the last years that I’m confident that you’re gonna bring the gold home. Don’t let this go into your head because you’ll be spiralling instead of focusing on what’s important now” Nico hugged her.

“It’s not that simple, I don’t want to fail again and disappoint the whole country” Lisa sobbed. Being so vulnerable was bizarre for her but she trusted Nico and wasn’t afraid of showing it.

“And you won’t. You’re gonna smash out there. I know it” He kissed her lips.

First game of the Olympic Games hasn't gone like Lisa was hoping for. They lost to Sweden and she started to have doubts if they are capable of winning the medal. The rest of the games went smoothly in the group phase and they got first place. In the quarterfinal, Norway won against Brazil and easily went to the semifinal. There, they won against Denmark and it was time for the final.

Lisa and the rest of her team were excited. So close to getting the gold but still so far. In the final, they were facing France. Last year, when Norway played against them, they lost in the final of the World Championship. All the girls were extra motivated to win this game. First half was tight but in the second one, Norway took a huge lead and didn’t let it go. The result showed 29:21 and Lisa could call herself an Olympic champion. Not only she won but also was named to the All Star Team.

Lottie, Nico, Nina and Luca had been here watching the final. They screamed with joy seeing Lisa fulfilling her dreams. When Nico saw that his girlfriend had been named to the All Star Team of the tournament, he cried. He knew how tough it was for her to get rid of the thoughts from Tokyo and watching her accepting the award with gold around her neck was incredible. After the final, Lisa went to see them knowing that they came to see her. 

“My friend is Olympic champion” Lottie screamed and hugged Lisa tightly. Nina and Luca also congratulated her. Then Nico came to her and lifted her up while hugging. She laughed at this act.

“I’m so proud of you” He placed a kiss on her lips. 

“Wouldn’t do it without your pep talks” She grabbed his face and kissed him again. He put her back on the ground when Lottie spoke.

“You know that you’re the youngest player to ever achieve that?” 

“I’m not. Silje is a year younger than me” Lisa said, confused.

“I don’t mean winning the Olympic Games. I mean winning everything” Lisa looked at her still not knowing what she meant. “Girl, you won the European championship, World Championship, Champions League, Norwegian League and now the Olympic Games. You are the youngest player to win all the important competitions!” Lottie said excitedly.

“I am?” Lisa was shocked. “Oh my Gosh, I am!” 

“We have to celebrate this” Nina announced. 

“Tomorrow, I promise. We still have the closing ceremony and I can’t go there drunk” Lisa joked and everyone laughed. Nico felt nothing more than pride, especially after hearing what Lottie said.

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lisa.pedersen We are Olympic champions! We did it girls❤️

charlotteolsen OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!

nicohischier I'm so proud of you❤️

11 August 2024

As Lisa said, the next day they went to celebrate her achievements in one of the Paris clubs. She and Nico were touchy with each other and ended up hooking up in the bathroom. This was messy and drunk sex but this is exactly what they needed after a month of not seeing each other. Lisa woke up with a huge hangover and regretted this party the minute she was on the plane to Norway. 

Lottie, Nico and his siblings returned to Switzerland and waited for Lisa’ arrival. Norway won and she had to do all the media appearances but the most important thing was meeting the king of Norway who congratulated all the Olympic athletes. Gyor gave Lisa two more free weeks and she decided to spend them with Nico back in Switzerland before he left Europe.

Lisa felt bad for ditching on Lottie and being with Nico and his family but she understood it. She knows that he’s leaving soon and she can go and visit Lisa anytime in Hungary. Nico’s parents adored Lisa and were thankful that his son finally found a normal girl. The way he was looking at her, with such a love was all they wanted to see in his eyes. He fell for her really badly. 

September started and it was time to leave. Lisa had to return to Hungary because her summer was over. She didn't want to leave Nico’ side. Being with him felt too good to be true. He drove her to the airport and they sat in the car, looking at the building. 

“I don’t want to leave you” Lisa sighed.

“I know, I don’t want to leave you too but we have to. We know the prize of our relationship” Nico grabbed her hand. “When you get back to trainings, the time will fly fast and in no time we’ll see each other again” 

“How do you always know what to say?” She laughed.

“Talent” He pulled her into a kiss. “As much as I would love to stay here, we have to go” 

Lisa cried when she and Nico shared a final hug. Now, they have to wait another 8 months before they’ll meet again. 

…Or maybe not? 

final chapter

[anxious-acorn]

Black Coffee 🔞

Chapter 16: The Show Must Go- Oh Fuck You! This Show Ain’t Gotta Do Shit! 🔞

Summary: The finale has arrived. Raise the curtain and cue the orchestra!

(This boy is a monster chapter: over 14k words adding to 29 pages. I can’t express how nice it feels to actually finish something!)

“And so I told Rita that Georgie had never tried a blowjob before, and she plops one right in her lap for him! You should’a seen the look on his face! It was positively adorable!”

“Mistress!” George pouted and whined cutely as you laughed with Flora and Angel. The six of you had been enjoying your time as “camp cooks” over the past week and a half, your submissive clients easily falling for Angel and his cheeky attitude.

“He took it like a champ though! Only had a little whipped cream left on his cheek,” you praised as your chuckles died down, booping the cannibal’s nose as he blushed. Angel smirked and ruffled the man’s hair before washing his hands and heading to the meat locker.

The dimensional freezer was separated into three sections: the largest holding Rosie’s sinner meat for the residents of Cannibal Town, the second largest housing “normal” meat for the hotel residents, and a third smaller area for Alastor’s personal collection. You felt rather spoiled, as he had procured some more of his father’s flesh and bones when you had mentioned dreaming about that creamy marrow. You had such a thoughtful mate.

“Angie, can you grab an extra boar while you’re in there?” Sarah called out as she worked on butchering the pig in front of her. You heard Angel grunt in confirmation before he disappeared inside the locker.

Cooking together had become seamless after the first couple of days, Angel helping to break the ice with his jokes and flair. The sweet little spider was really starting to open up and come out of his shell, and you couldn’t be more pleased. He actually seemed to be hitting it off with Gabriel after the cannibal mentioned he cleaned pools for one of his doms.

Out of all your clients, Gabe was the thirstiest, and Angel ate it up. The cannibal had even offered to clean anything Angel wanted, as his favorite kink was housekeeping in a cute little spandex maid outfit. You had to admit, he pulled it off flawlessly too. You had wondered if maybe Angel might go after Husk, but he’d looked away when you asked, saying he wouldn’t want to ruin their friendship. Which was completely understandable- he definitely needed friends more than anything- supportive friends.

Pointing a stool into existence next to your work station, you sat down and began peeling the potatoes you’d washed. Tonight’s dinner would be suidae sinner, paired with a grimberry sauce, garlic mashed potatoes, cornbread and pickled pinkie fingers. All of the ovens would be working their hardest, but thankfully your team was more than up to task.

After only half an hour the kitchen was smelling like pure heaven, and you excused yourself for a break, leaving your shade to watch your station. Walking through the kitchen door, you padded down the hall to find Alastor.

“Darling, are you around?” Poking your head in his office, you didn’t see him, but as you turned around you were met with his broad chest. Craning your neck, you smiled up at your mate. “There he is- my magic man!” With a flourish of your hand, you stepped back and bowed. You heard him chuckle at your antics before a claw tucked under your chin to raise your head for a kiss.

Alastor was apparently feeling some type of way, pushing you back into his office and against the door once closed. “Well,” kiss, “this is,” another series of dragging kisses before he bit your bottom lip and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Mmm, unexpected.” Your back slid against the wood as he lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Very nice unexpected, though,” you finished, groaning as his lips traveled down your jaw to your throat.

“I’ve missed you, mon cœur…” came his soft reply as he nuzzled his nose at your throat, breathing you in. “We’ve both been far too busy for my tastes.” His hands ran up your sides as your legs tightened around him. Sharp teeth nipped at your shoulder, eliciting a small cry of passion as you rubbed yourself against his stomach. How you craved for your darling mate to take you right there, against his office door where anyone walking by could hear him staking his claim.

“Would you like to come over tonight? I’m finishing up my potion work, so I’ll be free at night from now on.” Your words seemed to please him, the soft fizzle of radio static filled the air around you. “Would you want to stay with me? Until Extermination Day… I wish to spend every free minute I have with my charming little mate, if she wouldn’t be opposed.”

Your heart swelled. You’d never tire of hearing Alastor tell you he wanted you near. You certainly enjoyed having your own space, but spending time with him was the highlight of any day. “I suppose I could be persuaded, if the incentive is enticing enough,” you purred, pressing your nose to his in affection.

Alastor chuckled at that, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, and you pet his hair. “I believe I can think of a few things to entertain you, ma chér,” he breathed against your chest, his tongue gliding lightly along your clavicle. You moaned and wriggled against him, arching your back at the sensation.

You felt more than heard Alastor growl, before a knock came at the door. “Hey, boss! Charlie was wanting to go over some stuff before combat training.”

Alastor sighed against your chest and set you down gently, before calming himself to open the door with a chipper smile. “Husker, my good man! Inform dear Charlie I’ll be there in but a moment,” he curtly dismissed the other man, shutting the door before he could protest.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted,” you said, laughing at the dejected knit of his brow and reached to rub small circles at the crease. Alastor sighed in resignation, taking your hand to kiss the knuckles. “I suppose I’ll see you at dinner?”

Your smile went watery at the gesture, tail wagging happily. “You will. And you can just shadow over whenever you’re done for the day. I have a surprise for you,” you said, pulling his hand close to kiss the palm.

Alastor’s ears drooped, eyes glowing and smile softening as a small bleat escaped. You knew that look- he wanted nothing more than to hug you close and cuddle until existence faded and time ended. You wanted the exact same.

Stepping close, you wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing your face against his coat. “I can’t wait to hold you again, my love,” you sighed out. You felt his arms wrap around you as he kissed the top of your head. “I’ll see you tonight, mon cœur,” you heard him say, before his shadows stole him away. With a heavy sigh, you walked back to finish up dinner.

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The day had been busy and exhausting once again, and you’d been unable to see Alastor at dinner- the poor man was kept very busy himself with all the extra guests. As you made your way home, you felt a tinge of a familiar aura the closer you got. Uh oh… You knew that aura very well, and it did not feel happy. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself with a pleasant smile.

“Darling! How have you been doi-“

Your body went flying from the punch that met your face. Well, you deserved that one. Rising from the bushes you’d flown into, you dusted yourself off and tried to speak before Velvette was on you again. You dodged as best you could, trying to get as many apologies out as her fists and feet would allow. The doll demon was almost as fast as you on a good day, and today she was furious.

“Extermination anxiety, was it?”

Her demonic tenor rumbled through your chest as you ducked a swinging leg, yelping when caught by her heel as it swung back around.

“Well, if it helps, I am anxious about extermination,” you gave a small chuckle, doing your best to appease your angry friend. You received another punch for your effort, your tail curling as you sailed through the air. Landing roughly on a hip, you were grateful for the extra cushioning- otherwise that could have been much more painful.

“Were you just gonna let me find out on Sinstagram about my best friend gettin’ killed? over her stupid boy toy?! I knew you were a horny bitch, but who joins a war over a little DICK?! What the fuck are you thinking, Y/N?! How stupid can you be?! How am

I supposed to handle that?” Velvette’s voice lowered as angry tears poured from her eyes.

Rising slowly from the grass you’d landed in, you crept towards the angry overlord cautiously. “Well, I was more hoping not to die, but I’m sorry for not telling you, Vel. It wasn’t something I was at liberty to talk about at the time. But Vel, I’m not just doing this for Alastor- I believe in Princess Morningstar. While the very idea of redemption is completely absurd to me, I believe she can make a better Hell. I’m fighting for her- for a better future, where we won’t have to worry about exterminations anymore. Isn’t that worth fighting for?”

You were trying your best not to cry with Velvette- you could never handle seeing your loved ones crying very well. You were an arms length away when the doll rushed into your arms and crushed you in her embrace. “I could spit, I’m so mad at you!” Velvette sobbed into your neck and you cooed, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her forehead. A grunt and hiss left your lips when she gave one last halfhearted punch to your tit, right in the nipple- she did know how to hit a woman where it hurts.

“I love you Vel,” you said, rubbing your nose against her cheek. The other demon deflated and hugged you back, her slight weight falling into you.

Bending down, you picked your friend up bridal style and carried her the rest of the way to your home. You’d had to point the door open, refusing to let Velvette go in her state, before bringing her up the narrow staircase and into your bathroom to clean up. You were the dirtier party, of course- your darling doll never pulled her punches.

Pointing to your shower, it transformed into your large tub and filled itself. You chose to add a bit of lavender and eucalyptus before adding blood bubbles- a favorite of Velvette’s from Snatch and Bawdy Works. The other demon didn’t move from your arms once, her face cradled in your neck.

“Hey, little Miss, let’s get us cleaned up and pretty again, and then we can make some popcorn and cuddle up to a movie. What do ya say?” Your offer made the demon in your arms chuckle and tighten her hold around your neck.

“Sometimes I wish I was gay, cause you really are the best girlfriend,” she said, kissing your cheek before moving herself out of your hold. You laughed at her comment. “Darling, even if you were gay, you’re not really my type, and I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t be yours.”

Velvette grinned at that, giving a soft punch to your arm as she zapped out of her clothes and got in the tub, a contented sigh leaving her lips. You brushed the debris from your hair before zapping yourself out of your clothes to join Velvette.

You both soaked for a while, letting your muscles and wounds rest and heal from the short fight. Fight really wouldn’t be an accurate description- utter ass kicking is more like it.

“You really think Princess Sunshine and Rainbows has a shot at winning this?” Velvette’s voice was soft, almost childlike in her vulnerability. You looked her in the eye, hoping to convey what little confidence you had. “I do. She has the entirety of Cannibal town behind her, and with the weapons she’s procured, I have reason to believe it will be quite a sound victory.”

Velvette regarded you, searching for any sign of falsehood, before sighing. She rose to get out of the tub while you dipped your head under the water to rinse out your conditioner.

You were wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel when Velvette walked back in, carrying a package that was about a third of the size of her, and set it down on your vanity bench. “If you’re going to throw yourself into a war, you’re gonna be dressed for it,” she said, her lips turning up in a wicked grin.

Your ears pricked and tail wagged in interest as you walked to open your gift. Sitting on top of a deep purple material was a pair of sharp, pointed metal ballet slippers- your eyes flew up to look at Velvette’s grinning face. “Is this…”

“Angelic steel battle shoes, courtesy of the weapons queen herself. I had to apologize to the old windbag for a little misunderstanding to get the design and steel, but now we’re almost friendly- which is good for business at least.” Velvette pulled out the purple fabric- a full bodysuit with short sleeves, draping it over your vanity to reach for what was underneath. “This,” she pulled out a black under-bust corset with thick shoulder straps and an inverted pentagram across the chest. “Is your new best friend. Dragon leather for flexibility, the pentagram is spelled to keep the twins in place, and this,” she ran her hand over the shining silver tiles that made up the hourglass front panel, “is angelic kevlar. Designed it myself,” she said proudly.

You couldn’t help the tears that fell at your friend’s thoughtfulness. “Oh Vel, this is just… It’s beautiful, sweetie! Thank you so much,” you said, wrapping her in your arms and rubbing your cheek against hers in affection. The doll demon laughed and hugged you back, rubbing at an ear and earning a happy yelp with wagging tail.

“Let’s try it on to make sure everything is right. I might need to adjust the spell on the shoes. I know I’ve put you in some crazy shit before, but these bad boys look like hell on heels,” Velvette said, chuckling a bit at your excited face.

It had been a few years since you’d danced any ballet, and it took a moment to regain your posture. You stumbled a couple of times from the sheer weight of the weapons, but as the metal clanked against the wood of your floor, you gained confidence. The battle suit made you feel powerful. Absolutely lethal and unbelievably sexy.

You danced and spun around Velvette as she laughed at your antics. “I’m not gonna lie, I can see why Carmilla wears these all the time. I feel like a tall goddess in these things!” With one last twirl, you leaned over and kissed Velvette’s cheek, throwing your arms around her in a warm embrace. She laughed and kissed your hair before resting her forehead on yours, her eyes soft.

“I love you, you weird, antiquated, masochistic puppy dog. I don’t want to lose you,” she spoke quietly.

Ears drooping and tail wagging, you nuzzled your cheek against hers. “I feel so spoiled, my sweet Velvette! Clothes, cuddles, and an ‘I love you’? I should go off to battle more often,” you teased.

Velvette let out an annoyed huff, her eyes looking away as a light blush dusted her cheeks. “Yeah, well don’t go getting yourself killed. I swear on Satan’s abs, if you die I’ll find a way to bring you back and kick your ass.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that spilled forth at that, leaning on your friend to keep yourself upright in your new weapons. “Well, if it’s on Satan’s abs, I know you mean business.” Your chuckles died down and you zapped yourself out of your battle outfit and into a loose lavender nightie that fell just below the thigh.

Settling onto the bed, the two of you flipped through channels in search of something good to watch. Velvette perked up and gestured for you to scroll down.

““Ghostfuckers: The Musical!”” You both squealed together, and the night was decided.

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When saying goodnight, Velvette gave you one last tight hug, reminding you of her promise to kick your ass if you got yourself killed, before kissing your cheek and walking away. You watched her disappear in the distance, leaning on the dilapidated doorframe with a sentimental sigh. That demon liked to act like tough shit, but when she gave her rare love, it was given completely.

You walked up the stairs and through the bedroom to open your realm of darkness- it was turning out to be quite a long day. But it was worth it.

Your potions were almost complete; all that was left was to add your venom. Your shade pulled away from you, your favorite blade in their hand, and you lifted your nightie for them. A scream tore from your throat as your shade cut a one inch thick strip of flesh from your rump- you would need fresh flesh in order to milk your fangs properly, and what better flesh to use than your own?

Panting and purring, you took your meat from your shade with grateful thanks, receiving an amorous chirp and nuzzling before they zoomed off to play and gossip with your little darklings. You weren’t entirely sure if they understood what your shadow said to them, but they enjoyed being around their matriarch nonetheless.

You felt your mate shadowing in to your abode, and paused your work to greet him. Your shade zoomed out as you closed your realm, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at their eagerness. If someone had told you not a year ago that you’d be excitedly greeting a mate (the radio demon no less), and your shade would be on board, you’d laugh in their face and run away as fast as you could.

“Good evening, my darling! Are you hungry?” You asked as you moved to walk down your stairs.

You were caught by surprise when Alastor bellowed his mating call and shadowed up to kiss you, his body pushing you into the wall beside you. His hands roamed and squeezed at any fat they found, his cock pressing into your stomach.

“Oh I hunger, my Vixen, but my appetite is for a different delicacy at the moment,” he growled and nipped at your ear, his hands still roaming- seeking.

You yelped when his claws found your fresh wound, and his smile grew sinister. “Why are you bleeding, mon cœur?” He hunched to lick along your jawline and you moaned low, thighs clenching against the slick pooling in your underwear.

“Ahh… there’s that sweet spice,” Alastor sighed, practically purring as he nuzzled against your throat.

“Mmm… Just a bit of flesh to help with my work. Did my darling miss his mate?” You cooed at your lover’s display and raised a leg to rub along his frame. His hand caught your thigh, and static filled the air around you as he lowered himself to his knees, his glowing eyes never leaving yours.

“Allow me to demonstrate just how much, my demoness?”

Oh how badly you wanted to let him, but alas.

“Fuck… I very much want you to continue, my love, but I’m in the midst of finishing my potions.”

A screech left your throat as your mate bit into your thigh, taking a chunk of meat with a groan. His eyes closed and he sighed as he chewed, leaning his head beside the wound. He planted a soft kiss to it before running his nose up your thigh and over your soaked panties, taking in the scent of your arousal with a low growl of static. Oh how evil this demon could be… Or perhaps it was you being the cruel one. Well, in all truth, you were both true demons.

“Do you happen to have any venison in the fridge? I am actually rather famished,” Alastor said, chuckling as he released you and stood to give you a gentle, grateful kiss. How you loved to see and taste your blood on his lips; how badly you wanted to spirit him away, surprise him with his new little bayou and keep him trapped forever.

“I do. There’s plenty, and I also brought home some leftover cornbread if you like.” Alastor’s face lit up (you’d have to remember that recipe) and he kissed you once more before heading downstairs.

With a contented hum, you went back to your work, opening your realm and settling your shadows from the disturbance. Your shade must have joined Alastor and his own- your violent little darlings missed them, swirling around you and sniffing. Thankfully only two kept growling at Alastor’s scent- they’d learn to accept him (eventually). You wondered idly if they would get along with his shadow any easier if yours helped introduce them.

Gathering your thoughts, you built up your venom- using all those moments of desire for a death. The death of the one at the end of your fangs. It took several minutes of concentration, and when finally you felt you had the right sensation, you bent over the bowl on the workbench, bringing your cooling flesh to your lips, and sank your fangs into the thin layer. There. It was an odd sensation- almost like a condom during intercourse. You spent several doses of venom, pushing for more, but yielding nothing more.

After pulling your fangs from the spent flesh, you checked the amount of liquid gathered. You may need to try again later- it may not be quite enough, but you would deal with that if you needed to.

You went to work processing the venom, spending a bit too much magick as you infused it with each poultice, salve and potion. Thank Satan you had enough for everything; you weren’t sure you had enough energy to do any more.

Your little darlings went to work packing up everything and you thanked them for their effort before heading to your bedroom.

Alastor was already sitting up on the extended mattress, legs stretched out as he read a book. You felt so warm and content when you saw this domestic side of your mate. He was home.

He looked up when you finished sealing your realm and walked over to flop onto the bed with a tired huff. Chuckling, he carded his claws through your hair in a slow and gentle rhythm as soft jazz filled the air.

“Come here, mon cœur,” you heard him say as he pulled the blankets back, laying himself down, and you crawled lazily under them. Curling and wriggling into his side, you gave a contented purr. As you drifted into sleep, he dragged his claws through your hair and rested his chin between your ears. You felt so safe and warm; you never wanted to lose this- lose him.

Your dreams were filled with music, dancing and blood rain. When you woke, you felt much better- milking your venom and potion infusion took a lot of energy out of you, but your recovery was much like recovery from injury; it would heal within a couple of hours. You were surprised to be waking so early after such a long day though.

“How are you feeling, mon cœur?” Alastor’s soft voice caught your attention, his fingers combing through your hair. You were so incredibly comfortable.

“Mmm… very happy to wake up to such a sweet face. Did you sleep at all?” You leaned in to brush your lips against his, and he groaned as he pulled you closer.

“I don’t require regular sleep cycles, but resting with my beautiful mate in my arms is incredibly energizing,” he said, brushing the back of his fingers along the side of your face.

Leaning in to his touch, you gently nipped at his fingers, and static buzzed around you. Alastor’s eyes glowed down at you as his smile quirked. “You know exactly what you do to me, don’t you, my little Vixen,” he purred, pushing his hips into yours to let you know just how you were making him feel.

Your predators eyes flashed up to his, and you made a show of sticking your tongue out to glide its way up and off a finger. “You’re not the only one able to read people, my darling, deadly overlord,” you replied, a wicked grin streaking across your face.

Alastor’s eyes began to bleed into black, and your grin grew wider. “I believe I remember someone saying he was hungry, and this chef has her oven all warmed up,” you spoke low, running your foot over his leg to hook your thigh over his hip.

With a low growl, your lover wrapped his arms around you to squeeze your ass and pull you against his rigid erection. “I want to tear into you and breed you until all you can say is my name.”

His words had you whining and wriggling against him, rubbing your soaked pussy along his length. Your panties were drenched, the fabric rubbing against your clit felt just delightful. Judging from the low growling moans your mate was producing, and the way he rolled his hips into you, he was enjoying himself as well.

A tentacle slid from behind him to glide up your leg, and Alastor used a claw to carefully slice down the center of your panties before you felt the limb rub up the length of your slit. The moan that poured from your throat would have won you an award if you’d been filming. Satan, he knew exactly what to do to make you lose control. Your body was blissfully alight, sparking with pleasure.

“Would you like me to use this on you, my little Vixen?”

His voice was deep, almost demonic as he opened his drooling maw and bit a chunk of meat from your bicep, a lascivious moan leaving his throat as he chewed.

You screeched and bucked your hips; the mixture of pain, pleasure and love had your head reeling in infernal ecstasy!

“Fuck… Yes Ala- haaah!” Your words were cut short as the tentacle slithered its way into your cunt, the texture odd but incredibly stimulating. Oh, how this demon set your very soul ablaze!

“Say my name, Y/N… Let me hear that sweet voice of yours,”

came the demonic tenor. Alastor drug his long tongue along your shoulder and up your neck as he fucked you with his tentacle, slowly widening the girth of the appendage until you were screaming for him. His deft fingers slid over, around and against your clit as your hips rolled into his limbs.

“Alastor… Alastor Alastor Aaahh! Darling, I want to- Please, my buck… Please pleasepleaseplease- hah!” Your mind was reeling in ecstasy- you couldn’t think straight even if you wanted to. You were so close!

You felt the tentacle leave you, and you cried out in frustration, your claws raking down your cruel mate’s arms as desperation filled you. Tears pricked in your eyes, and Alastor cooed down at you. He seemed to be really enjoying himself, his eyes deep black pits, smile wide and sinister as black blood dripped down his lips.

He ripped your nightgown down the middle and you felt him line himself up before his teeth clamped down on your throat as he thrust forcefully into your wet, pulsing heat. You screamed as he took you, that delicious burning stretch his cock provided sent you whirling over the edge. Squirting over him, your back arched as you spasmed around him, and he gave a distorted, rumbling snarl into your throat as he pounded relentlessly into you.

Your body went limp as he moved within you, your overstimulated cries fueling the speed of his hips.

“My sweet little Vixen…”

Hips stuttering, he licked at the wound on your throat before rising to look down at your flushed face.

One hand gripped your shoulder, the other pressing flat over your womb- holding your twitching body in place as he slowed his pace with powerful, controlled thrusts. Vaguely you felt glad he held you so, otherwise your head would be half way through the headboard by now. Your mind began coming back to blissful reality and you moaned out your lover’s name- that wonderful pressure was building again.

Unable to move your torso, you circled and ground your hips as best you could to eagerly meet his thrusts. Alastor leaned to cover you as he bottomed out, grinding into you and roaring in pleasure as his seed spurt, molten hot within you. Your mouth fell open from all the sensations coursing through your being, your hips wriggling to try and gain just a little more friction- just a bit more... Almost…

You both growled and whined all at once, your cunt pulsing and clenching in a final orgasm as you bit into Alastor’s shoulder. Your entire body curled and clenched around his, your claws piercing into his back as you pulled him as close as possible.

Sighing moans slid from your throat as you released your fangs, purring and nuzzling into his neck as he held your body against his.

“I had a surprise all planned out to reveal, but I suppose it’s better late than never,” you chuckled out lightly against his skin, breathing in his heady scent as you both worked to catch your breath.

“I had rather thought this was the surprise,” came the sly reply. “There’s no welcome quite like your lovely mate walking down the stairs in her negligee, the enticing scent of her blood on the air. Oh, and how cruel she was to make me wait. Truly a challenging game of testing one’s self control! Why, you have given me the greatest of erotic surprises, ma chér,” he purred, peppering sweet kisses along the marks on your heated flesh.

You laughed at that, cupping a soft ear in your hand to bring to your lips in a gentle kiss. “My darling, if you thought I was just gonna surprise you with a sexy outfit, well… yeah, actually, you’d be right there, but this was just a throw on for some girl time with Vel earlier. I had something a bit more to your tastes arranged. In fact, if you’re feeling up to moving, we still have time for what I had hoped to enjoy with you.” You finished your proposal with a rubbing of noses. “If you’d rather rest, it will keep.”

Alastor’s eyes grew excited, his smile turning almost boyish in his anticipation. “Surprise, please!” He exclaimed, nibbling at your cheek in affection, and you giggled at the adorable display. “But that being said, you could wear a paper bag and it would be the loveliest outfit- because it was draped over this lovely flesh.” He leaned up to nip at an ear as his claws ran down your arm and you gave a yelp, blushing in joy.

Rising from the huge bed, you draped your sheer black dressing gown around yourself and grabbed the new red silk robe you’d gotten for him. His ears pricked when you held it up for him to curl into, kissing your cheek in gratitude before brushing his lips against yours. You hummed into the kiss before grabbing a large hand, leading him through the bathroom to a green drawn door on the wall behind your shower.

His lovely crimson eyes widened in glee. As you went over how to use the hidden realm door, he listened attentively and when you held your hand out to show him the correct flow of energy, he held his out to mirror the action, and your energies mingled. The feel of your demonic tendrils intertwining, dancing with and around each other was one of the most beautiful sensations you’d been lucky enough to experience. Your heart swelled with love- while you were certain you could live without this demon beside and around you, you never wanted to have to. You’d never felt so wanted- so loved and safe. You wanted to stay like that forever, your mate holding you in one arm as your energy swirled together. It just felt so… intimate…

When Alastor successfully unlocked the realm door, a whooping cheering crowd sounded, and you laughed at just how cute such a dangerous demon could be. The door popped and creaked open for him to walk curiously through. “I’ll be through in a moment, my darling,” you spoke, running your fingers over his back through the fine silk of his robe. You noticed him hesitate a moment, before devious understanding flashed in his heated gaze, and he nodded before walking through.

You took a moment to straighten yourself up and zap on the cute new corset set you’d bought down in Lust awhile back, making sure to keep your mate’s seed right where he’d left it. It was perfect for your darling demon! Crimson and coral pinstripes formed a gorgeous silhouette, little black bows with coral gems gradually grew in size up the center seam, leading to the largest bow at the center of the sweetheart top. Black panties and coral garter accents attached to your sheer black stockings- thin black strips down the back of your legs accentuated the tall black stilettos. You thought the shoes were fucking adorable- they had little red hoof prints on the bottom! The whole ensemble just screamed, ‘This dame belongs to the Radio Demon.’

Pulling your sheer dressing gown over your outfit, you zapped your hair back to only semi bedraggled- a little bed head goes a long way! Knocking gently on the door before walking in, your heart melted when you saw Alastor laying in the simulated moonlight, eyes closed as he rested. You noticed his ears flicking in your direction and his eyes opened to take you in.

Rising to sit up, his eyes glowed as he held his hand out to beckon you to him, and you obeyed with a soft, warm smile. You stepped in front of him, your fluffy tail swishing as you let the dressing gown slide slowly off your form.

You heard his breath hitch as he took in every inch of your body, lingering on the wetness between your thighs and swallowing hard when your eyes met, his ears drooping cutely. “Oh, mon cœur…” his face was beet red, but he reached out, and you stepped close to him- close enough for those sharp claws to drag over the coral garter fasteners.

“I must admit I was wrong, mon cœur. This is most definitely a superior surprise… All of this; the bayou, the fireflies, the moonlight…” His hands reached for your hips and pulled you down to straddle his lap. Those lovely eyes shone with romance as he leaned in, just begging for those soft lips to be captured. Who were you to deny such a sweet face?

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you felt his hands brush your hair behind a shoulder, fingers lightly tracing down the exposed skin of your back. His lips captured yours and your aura flared in a call to his, and he responded with a contented sigh. His aura flared around you and wrapped you in his very essence, and you felt your shade split from you to dance off with his own. ‘My sweet mate…’ Your thoughts were of nothing but him- his eyes, his nose, those soft lips and sharp teeth. The sweet sounds he released brought you such an aching joy! How could love hurt so sweetly?

“Thank you, Y/N… For this, for… for loving me. This… I never would have expected to desire a sexually intimate relationship, much less a romantic one, but here you are… My murderous, moonlit belle…”

Was he tearing up? Oh, how sweet your darling was! You smiled softly to him and kissed him gently, your hands stroking his cheeks, his ears, his hair and neck.

“I have one more gift for you tonight, my darling. If you wish to receive it, that is,” you spoke softly, nuzzling into his throat. You heard a happy bleat and giggled- he was just too cute for your own good. “I can’t imagine anything better than this,” he replied, his fingers playing with the little miniature bows of the corset. “Short of covering you in my seed, this is the loveliest outward signal that you belong to me,” he purred, nuzzling and kissing into your hair.

“I’d like to give you my pelt,” you said, your smile buttery as you watched him melt before you. You were met with a crushing embrace and happy bleats as Alastor rubbed his cheek over your hair. You laughed happily as he snuggled you, your tail thumping in joy from all the affection you were receiving.

“May I be selfish and ask for two?” Alastor rubbed his nose over yours, and you quirked a curious brow. “Of course, my darling. One for the hotel, and one for your house?” You cocked your head in question, and he blushed before he answered.

“One for my home, and one for… personal use.”

Your smile grew wicked. “Oh?”

You felt your buck tense just a bit as he fought to push through his embarrassment, and your heart melted. “My season will be coming up in a few months, and while it’s never been anything more than a foul mood before, I am… uncertain how I may react now that I have someone I wish to be with… intimately. I would like to be able to surround myself with the scent of my mate without worrying about… ruining your lovely gift… should that be how my body reacts,” he explained, his eyes focusing on the top bow of your corset as he fidgeted with it.

“You really do have a scent kink, my beautiful mate.” You laughed and hugged Alastor close.

“Oh you have no idea, my Vixen. Why, remember our first night together?” You nodded, eyes half-lidded as you regarded him. “Just the scent of your arousal in your undergarments made me want to forget all about flaying in favor of breeding you into the dirt once I’d caught hold of you. I will confess, I even felt the need to relieve myself with the scent of your clothing as you recovered, but thankfully self control won out. Oh, but it was difficult…” His eyes were closed as he reminisced.

“When I saw you, so graceful, strong and proud- leaping through the branches, so sure of foot. Why, I just had to worship this lovely hell bound goddess of Wrath! Anything she may ask of me, I would endeavor to deliver.”

You were certain you were beet red at the confession- Satan damn it all, you could never get enough of this demon!

Alastor opened his eyes, his smile soft as he took in your drooping, lovestruck features. Cupping your cheek, he brought you in for a series of small dragging kisses before you pulled away to grin up at him.

“We don’t have the whole day this time, but would you like an encore of that fun little chase before flaying, my darling?”

He didn’t need to answer, his antlers doing that for him. Sliding off his lap to rise slowly in a show, you zapped a quick ‘stay put’ spell to your tall stilettos and swished your tail for him, wicked grin spread wide on your poison lips. Oh you definitely had his attention.

“Come and get me, my lovely buck…”

And you sped off.

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The Eve of Extermination

“Well, I think that’s all of the nursing stations filled. Has everyone received their weapons?”

You watched Husk nod to Charlie and the group grew silent. This was the worst part of preparing- the waiting. Not having a single clue as to whether or not everything you’d been working for would have any effect over the outcome. Whether tomorrow would be your last day of existence, whether the friends you’d made would exist after the battle or…

‘Fuck, this is not helping, Vix. Just try to calm down.’ This had become almost a mantra for you as the day came closer, and the buzzing dread that invaded your being just seemed to only grow. You subtly pinched at your wrist, the slight pain helping to ground you in your spiral.

“Perhaps you should give a speech, Charlie dear. Rally the troops, so to say!” Alastor’s jovial suggestion broke the silence, and Charlie turned nervous. Vaggie placed a reassuring hand on her forearm, and the taller demon softened as their eyes met before she set her jaw and straightened her shoulders.

When the crowd was gathered, Alastor tapped on Charlie’s shoulder, offering her his microphone cane with a soft smile. With grateful eyes, she took it and stepped up, every inch the future queen of Hell.

“Hello, I want to thank everyone for coming. Even people who aren’t staying here yet. Cherri…” she glanced over to the smirking woman.

“Look, I can’t resist a fight, OK? Especially when I get to tag team with this fuckhead!” She wrapped an arm around Angel, and the spider smiled warmly as he held her back. Charlie smiled at the sweet gesture before continuing.

“Tomorrow, the exorcist angels will face a Hell ready to defend itself and win!”

“Yeah! Yeah we will! Tell ‘em, baby!” Vaggie cheered excitedly for Charlie, and your heart swelled at the adorable way she gushed over her partner. They were just so cute!

Charlie perked up, gaining confidence knowing her love was there to encourage her. “Yes! And we are going to- - we are going to win! But… innn case we don’t… I want you all to know that getting to know you has been the biggest honor of my life. Whatever redemption really means, I know you all tried. I have seen the good in all of you, and it’s… and I… I’m just.. I love you all, so much… and- and live tonight however you want, because-“

“We’re all gonna die! Hahahahaha!” Niffty declared gleefully, and you snorted. How that little demon could make you laugh! That’s right… If you were going to die, you would at least get to have some fun along the way! Your smile grew sinister as you began imagining all the ways you could cut down your enemies with your new weapons. You’d received two angelic short blades, and combined with your battle shoes (that you’d been practicing with while in Alastor’s room), you would be absolutely lethal to your adversaries.

Everyone else seemed more disturbed by Niffty’s hilarious interruption, and Vaggie worked to release the tension, clapping her hands together.

“Alright! Let’s give it up for not dying! Love not dying!” Her attempt was falling a bit flat, but you couldn’t help but love her for it.

“…Drinks?”

That got everyone cheered up and moving back in to party in the hotel.

Charlie handed Alastor back his cane with a thank you, and he patted her head fondly as he took it back. You watched everyone walking into the hotel, feeling a bit outside of your body, before Alastor turned his lovely eyes to you. He stretched his arm out, warm hand open and inviting, and you took it- the sensation of him, of something real… something to hold on to… it helped.

The crowd had already dispersed, and your mate pulled you into his warm embrace. Soft jazz began playing, and you melted into his hold, rubbing your face into his coat as your ears pinned.

“Would you like to go home, mon cœur?” His soft voice helped to ground you further, and you focused on just breathing. His warm scent filled your senses as he just held you. A practice in patience, you were certain, but oh how wonderful he was. Claws dragged down your back in a light scratch and you sighed at the sensation.

“Just a little harder, please.”

How glad you felt to have a mate who knew you so well. He could have made a crude joke (which could be okay sometimes), made any number of unwanted advances, but not your darling. He immediately obeyed, rubbing his cheek against your hair as he pulled you closer and increased the pressure of his slow scratches.

You focused on your breathing, on the feeling of your mate surrounding you and the feel of his claws digging and dragging. “Would you mind very much if I retired early tonight? I still very much want to stay with you, and I will make a short appearance in the festivities, but I’m afraid my brain is being a brat,” you chuckled out, resting your forehead against the inverted cross at his chest.

Alastor hummed, pausing his scratching to manifest a lit blunt for you to take. You took the offering with a grateful smile and began working on it as he went back to his scratching.

“Darling, you don’t need to push yourself. If you would rather just retire, then you should. Perhaps a nice swim would feel good?”

How you loved your darling demon. “How do you know exactly how to set me right?” The question was more to yourself, and your overlord knew it. He just watched you with a soft smile, scratching and petting your long hair as his aura wrapped you in that wonderful feeling of safety. “I’d like to say goodnight to everyone, maybe grab a drink with Angie and Cherri before I retire,” you said, handing the significantly smaller blunt back to Alastor. He finished it off and vanished the ashes before offering his arm.

Smiling to your love, you took his arm, and the two of you disappeared into the lobby.

“I mean, personally I’m excited. It’s been a long time since I stabbed anyone and really meant it, you know what I mean?” Vaggie was cheerfully talking to Charlie, and you gave them both a pat on their shoulders before heading to the bar. It looked like the group had already begun working on the liquor supply.

“Cheers, bitches!” Cherri handed you a drink, and you accepted with a wide grin.

“Cheers, darling!” You raised your glass to clink with the others. “Yeah!” Even Husk was feeling spirited, it would seem. Angel raised his cup to join, contributing a jovial, “here’s to us!”

Sir Pentious rose to tower slightly over your small group and raised his cup to cheer out, “here’ss to being alive today, and not dying tomorrow!”

Well, that you had to agree with. Laughing at the snake demon’s cheerful bravado, you clinked his glass with the others and roamed over to take a seat at the far end of the bar. Giving a soft kiss to your hair, Alastor left to take care of whatever he needed to take care of, and you sighed, finally relaxing a bit more. You wanted to just take in the moment and try to think of the camaraderie, instead of the constant aching dread.

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”

You watched as the small family mingled, and worked on your drink. It tasted like a mix of tequila, gin and some sort of syrup- perhaps strawberry? It was definitely strong, and you flagged Husk down to order another two before downing it. Husk gave you a look, and gave you your order, patting your shoulder in an attempt at reassurance, and you gave him a grateful nod and smile. Ears flicking, you listened to your friends as they talked around you.

“Last day of afterlife and you’re not off snortin’ a line off some hunk’s abs?” Husk genuinely seemed impressed.

“Ehh, ya fucked one cannibal pool boy, you fucked ‘em all,” he replied, and you snorted, trying to keep yourself from spitting out your second drink. Angel chuckled at your reaction, and Husk gave him a soft smile.

“I guess you have changed,” he said, his eyes proud, and was there a hint of attraction in there? Your inner matchmaker was squirming to play, but this relationship, be it platonic or romantic, would evolve just fine on its own. The two men obviously cared for each other.

Angel softened before an almost wicked grin overtook his features. “Hey, Charlie said live tonight however we wanted… so pour me a fresh one, and let’s get ta livin’!”

Oh what a sweet soul he was. Seeing Angel genuinely open up and allow himself vulnerability with his cherished ones warmed your heart in a way that was almost healing to your own soft parts.

Turning your attention to Cherri, you noticed a very nervous looking Pentious slithering up to shoot his shot. Oh, now this would be good.

“Misss Bomb…?” He started, his eyes darting as he did his best to overcome that crippling shyness. “Cherri?”

“Yeah?” She seemed almost bored, and you smirked. She was a hard egg to crack, for sure. You were certain Pentious would never try anything untoward, but Cherri would kick his ass into another life if he ever did. That woman was a powerhouse.

“I want to tell you… that I…”

Oh, this poor little danger noodle. He was down bad for the beauty. You locked eyes with Charlie as Vaggie began dragging her off. You could practically see little hearts floating out of the sweet princess as she eagerly watched Pentious attempt his confession.

“I love… I’d love to wish you good luck in the battle ahead.” Well, it was a step at least. He was trying, and he was being respectful while doing so. It was honestly quite striking to you- the change in him. You’d been witness to many turf wars over the decades, constantly moving your dimensional home in order to keep away from all that drama.

What you had seen of the Victorian demon was an angry man-child with an inferiority complex that reached violent heights. He’d treated everyone and everything as an enemy- a threat. The demon standing before Cherri now was a completely different person. His energy, albeit very nervous, was open, seeking as he tried to connect with the others around him.

Cherri regarded the snake demon, deciding he was being honest in his approach. “Okay.”

Pentious blushed, looking down to gather his courage before raising his gaze to meet hers. “You are… Have always been… a mosst worthy opponent. With the mosst… brilliant explosssive contraptions I’ve ever sseen.”

‘Awww’ Now this was just absolutely adorable! Whether or not Cherri decided to go for it, you would be secretly shipping it.

Taken aback, Cherri slowly softened into an almost sweet smile. “Uh… thanks?”

Oh, that snake was done for. “Anyway, I guesss- … please don’t die tomorrow okay bye!”

The poor panicking demon quickly made his exit, quite obviously overwhelmed from the interaction. Fucking cute as fuck!

You saw Angel sidle up next to the woman, a sly yet nonchalant expression on his features. You knew that look. Someone was in matchmaker mode.

“Ya know, you could totally tap that,” he commented, his face a vision of neutrality.

Cherri snorted at that, looking after the retreating snake demon. “Tss, don’t be gross,” she replied.

The two of them slurped at their drinks, and you gave Husk a gesture of cheers in the air before you both finished your drinks together. You ordered another one and began working on your third. The alcohol was beginning to hit and you felt a pleasant release in your shoulders as your body further relaxed.

Angel was completely undeterred by the shorter demon’s comment, used to her crass manner of speaking- it was part of her charm.

“Cuz, you know, I hear he’s got two dicks.”

Damn, talk about hook, line and sinker. You couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten Alastor to approach you, because fuck that spider knew how to sell a date!

That had certainly caught Cherri’s attention. You could see the gears turning in her head as her aversion turned to fascination.

“Huh…” A smirk crept its way up her lips as she turned to look at the retreating snake. Oh Angel, that sly devil. You caught his eye and you shared a knowing, wicked grin.

When finished with your drink, you waved goodbye to everyone and walked away from the bar. You made sure to say short goodbyes to Flora and Ethel, and made your way to the kitchen. Your team had pre-made sandwiches and desserts that morning- you had a large stock for the next few days. You doubted anyone would feel like fixing food while trying to fight or heal.

As you walked down the hall, you allowed yourself to exhale that final breath you’d been holding. Alone at last. You loved your friends, but you definitely required a battery recharge after a lot of social interaction- and a month long battle camp assignment counted double, maybe triple social interaction.

Humming a soft tune, you grabbed a couple of sandwiches and a slice of pecan pie. You would offer your flesh tonight, but it was always good to have other options. As you turned to leave, you bumped into the broad chest of your mate. He really enjoyed sneaking up on people.

Looking up, you noticed what looked to be a delightfully macabre crown of roaches atop his head.

“Your majesty,” you chuckled out, giving a small bow. “I adore the new jewelry, my love. Is that a gift from dear Niffty?”

With a sentimental huff, Alastor shrugged his shoulders. “I have been dubbed King Roach,” he said, a small hint of pride in his tone, and you couldn’t help the warm smile. Such a teddy bear…

“May I request my queen’s company?” Those crimson eyes glowed down at you, and you melted.

“I love you, you big goofball,” you replied, reaching your free hand to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch, covering your hand with his.

“Before we go, how hungry are you? I was thinking that, should you desire, you may eat your fill of my flesh. It’s a special occasion, after all. Sure, the world’s not ending, but we’ve got a big day tomorrow and-“

Soft lips silenced your offer as Alastor kissed you- a gentle reassurance. “Tonight, ma chér, I want to take care of you. There is no tomorrow…”

Alastor snapped your food into stasis and you felt his shadows swallow you up, taking you to his room. Such a convenient power- you’d been attempting it for several weeks with no luck, but who knows, maybe someday.

“What do you need, mon cœur?” His soft voice at your ear soothed your frazzled nerves. You could never tell just how tense you’d been until given the opportunity and space to decompress.

You took a moment to take stock of your body; there were a few areas that felt almost numb, and you sighed as you deflated. There was no hiding or masking around your darling, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Can we just lay down and rest?”

Shadows surrounded you and you found yourself in his bed, cradled in the strong arms of your mate. Nuzzling and snuffling into your hair, your darling carded his claws through the long strands, down your arms.

It was pure comfort Alastor was offering. His hands just kept running through your hair in gentle motions, scraping his claws down your back as he went- grounding you. He silently watched you as soft, crackling jazz played. His aura folded around you, his shadow wrapping you completely in their embrace.

Cocooned in his essence, the soft pressure of his body and shade brought such comfort. Your own shadow split to curl around you all, chirping as they wriggled and snuggled in. Alastor chuckled at their antics and kissed their cheek.

You tried to sleep, honest you did. As the hours passed you watched each other, your thoughts swirled in dread of the what ifs. Alastor stayed right next to you, his presence an anchor for you to hold on to. He was so patient with you, and you would spend an eternity showing him just how grateful you were to him for his gentle manner.

“Would you like breakfast, my dearest?” He pet your hair as you stretched yourself out, a few bones cracking as you moaned.

“I don’t feel hungry, but I would like to have something to occupy my hands. Would you want to join me in baking something? I think I’d like to knead some dough,” you said, offering a soft smile as you moved to get out of bed.

Alastor’s smile softened on you and he moved to follow. He zapped himself into his usual suit as you wrapped your sheer red dressing gown over your black nightgown. You worked on brushing the tangles from your hair to tie it back, and Alastor took over the task as he hummed along to the soft music he played while you relaxed under his touch. He braided your long hair, planting a gentle kiss to your shoulder when finished.

You spent the morning baking an army’s worth of danish pastries, the scent of almond and vanilla drawing in early risers who roamed the halls. You felt so at home like this, working alongside your darling in the charming antique kitchen he’d magicked, exchanging light jabs and kisses, gentle touches and nuzzles.

When finished, Alastor snapped the pastries packed and in the lobby for guests to take when coming down, and you made your way back to his room to get ready. The warm water of the shower helped to clear away the cobwebs in your mind; the stream beating against your skin brought a focus to you that worked to wake your senses.

Alastor had gone to speak with Charlie and finalize any last minute arrangements. You zapped your battle suit on, bending down to double check the shoes were secured before you heard speaker interference from behind you, a smirk tugging on your lips.

“Do you like my present from Velvette? My darling doll made this for me, and I’ve been refreshing my ballet skills.”

You felt his hands gliding over the stretched fabric as you rose and turned to meet his glowing gaze. The way Alastor stared at you made you feel like the very Goddess of Wrath he’d spoken of. His eyes roamed over your form appreciatively before stepping closer to hug you to him, taking a deep breath against your hair, and your ear flicked as you giggled at the ticklish sensation.

“Do thank her for me, my goddess,” he chuckled low, kissing the top of your head before stepping back to gaze down at you. He dragged his fingers over the corset, “she’s melded spell work and angelic steel together quite beautifully. I can tell she truly cares for you and your safety,” he said, his smile soft. “And I would love to know how she made amends with Carmilla after her faux pas at the last overlord meeting.”

Alastor laughed, and you cocked your head with a smirk. “She did mention something about having to apologize for a little misunderstanding, but now I’m quite curious as to just what this “little misunderstanding” was.”

“My dear, you know your friend well; would you care to hazard a guess?” He bent down to your eye level, crimson orbs narrowing slyly.

“Stuck her foot in it, didn’t she. Was there singing?” His wide smile was answer enough, and you laughed together for a moment before settling.

Alastor pulled you into him, capturing your lips in a breathtaking kiss. This was it…

As you separated, his eyes told you everything you needed to know. “I’m ready,” you said, and his shadows swallowed you up.

He deposited you close to Angel, and you noticed the two exchange a glance and smile, before Alastor took your hand to kiss, and his shadows spirited him to his post on the hotel roof. Oh, how you wished for those stupid angels to just come down already so you could fight, instead of think… and worry.

Suddenly, the Heaven portal opened and the exorcists sped through, war cries on the wind. Vaggie turned to look at you all, “Here they come. Get ready, everyone! We fight together!”

Niffty bounced excitedly beside you, and you shared a wicked grin with Cherri as the angels grew closer.

Vaggie’s booming voice soared over the large crowd. “Now! For your souls!” As the fighters around you began yelling their own war cries, you heard the princess add her own, “Let’s fuck. Them. Up!!!”

You heard a roaring bellow as a protective shadow barrier rose to form around the entire area around the hotel. You’d never seen such a thing- he truly was in a league of his own. It was actually stopping the exorcists in their tracks once a certain amount had been let through. Maybe he actually could take on Adam.

There was no more time to think. A body split in half as you flung yourself through the legs of your careless first victim. Oh, you’d definitely be thanking Velvette for your favorite new toys! Blood sprayed over your form and you sped through the crowd, slicing off wings, legs, heads- any part of an angel that caught your notice was a potential target.

Maniacal laughter boomed from your chest as you flew through your enemies, one by one. Why, if it weren’t for their afterlife-ending weapons, you might even feel bad for how easily you slaughtered them. These birds acted as though they’d never even faced a real fight before- and they probably hadn’t, always holding death in their grasp. They’d probably never needed to properly fight!

Angel had his tommy guns out, laughing along with you and Cherri. “Yeah! Come and get some!”

“Eat shrapnel, fuckers!” Cherri threw her new angelic bombs, hitting each target with perfect precision.

‘General’ Pentious pointed towards a cluster of exorcists and called to his egg bois, “all angelic weapons fire at will!” Loud booms sounded as his minions followed his order, and Husk looked to you all.

“Hey! Yelling while fighting doesn’t help!”

You smirked as you slashed through another body, “It does if he’s calling out battle orders, ya goober!”

“You kids shut the fuck up and get to killing! Nobody gives a shit what you gotta say!”

“Susan, darling! How have you been?” Using a short blade, you decapitated an angel aimed at the old demon. “I figured you’d be cannikid-sitting!”

Susan gave you an unimpressed glower and slammed her cane sword over and through an exorcist’s skull; you gave a low whistle. “I can still cut a rug!” She grinned in pride, and you watched as Niffty stabbed her felled angel several times, laughing maniacally as she made her way through corpses on the ground. Well, at least you wouldn’t need to worry about any attacks from angels playing dead; you laughed with the little demon and went back to your own proverbial dance card.

“Alastor’s shield is working!” Charlie’s excited voice sounded as you weaved through your allies and struck down enemies.

“Trying to focus, sweetie!” Vaggie replied.

“We might actually have a chance!” Oh how adorable was the princess of Hell!

“Love the optimism. Still trying to focus.”

That was when you heard the cracking boom, and Alastor’s barrier fell. ‘Fuck,’ you thought, taking in the sheer number of exorcists left. A thrum of fear pulsed in your chest, but you tamped it down. Alastor was a big boy, and could look after himself. You just hoped that he would honor his promise to escape if things got too hairy, and not fall to that excessive pride that filled him.

You saw the first man chuckle as he panted from the energy expelled. You’d had to run from him several times over the decades, and he never failed to make your bloodlust boil over. Watching the large angel, you couldn’t help but notice something- he was winded. Alastor could win!

There was no more time to think- you dodged a swinging axe and a long sword as two exorcists worked together to get you. A decent strategy, but it wouldn’t work.

Your feet swept quickly, and you leapt into a grand jeté en tourant, decapitating one angel, and slicing a wing from the other before landing in a spin. Niffty quickly overtook the angel and killed her- she was actually quite good at her job. More angels came, and you moved to work your way through them, slicing and stabbing any enemy flesh you could get your hands on.

The battle was exhausting, yet exhilarating! As several angels flew towards you, your wicked grin grew wide. Time to let your violent little darklings out to play.

Releasing your aura, your predators eyes flashed as you directed your little pack to the group speeding towards you, and they attacked with a ferocity that made your heart swell with pride. The angels all fell as your shadows broke their wings and swirled around them to distract, all while you played your own little demented game of duck, duck, goose- slicing each throat as you hummed a jaunty tune.

All of a sudden, you saw a bright blast of light burst over the hotel. ‘Oh no…’

You didn’t have time to worry right now, you had to have faith in your partner, but fuck if it wasn’t swimming through your mind. ‘Please take care of yourself, my heart,’ you sent your thought on the wind and imagined your darling receiving it. ‘I love you oh so very much.’

“Right flank advance! Left flank, watch your six! Ladies! There are more coming up on your right! Get ready for them Vagatha!” Pentious had retreated to the hotel and was expertly using a tablet to help spot danger as it came.

“Not my name! But, got it!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry- Sorry, sorry!” Sweet Charlie was doing her best to block attacks with her angelic shield- that sweet little cinnamon roll shouldn’t have to be fighting a war.

“Now’s not the time for that, babe!” Vaggie yelled as she tangled with yet another exorcist.

Charlie looked abashed as she tried to psych herself up. “Oh, right. Die, motherfuckers!” Fireworks shot from her finger as she pointed to the group of angels charging Vaggie. They all exploded on contact, and you paused your fight in awe of the sheer power the little darling possessed. If only she had the desire to cultivate it; perhaps you could help with that. If you survived, that is. The princess was once again squatting under her shield, glancing sheepishly to her partner.

Another angel threw themself into you, and you were sent flying to the ground in your distraction. ‘Damnit Vix, focus!’ You told yourself, stabbing the angel in their carotid artery.

“These fuckin’ angels won’t stop comin’!”

You couldn’t help the snort of laughter that fell from your throat at Husk’s comment. “”Haah!”” You and Angel both exclaimed at the same time, and Husk gave a quirking, defeated smile.

“Okay, I walked right into that one,” he conceded, waving you both off with a huff.

Angel’s head turned, his eyes hardening. “Hold that thought,” he said, leaping to strike down an angel cornering a trembling Frank. The big ol’ softie.

There was a brilliant explosion that knocked you all off your feet, and you looked up to see Adam throwing his holy light every which direction. “Suck my holy light, fuckaaazzz! Yeeeaah!”

“What? Alastor was supposed to handle him,” Charlie exclaimed in confusion, before dreading realization hit, and she covered her mouth as her eyes widened. “Oh no, he must be-“

“Don’t finish that sentence. Alastor is a cunning demon. He will have escaped if things got too hairy. He is more than likely just injured,” you yelled, more to reassure yourself than the princess. ‘Please, my heart…’

Niffty had been thrown by a blast and lay face down in the dirt, but gave a thumbs up when you called to her. Was this it? Was the angelic army going to kill you all one by one? You could already see cannibals making their way to nursing stations. You’d left your shade in charge of the front most station, as while they couldn’t speak, they were incredibly quick at assessing damage and figuring out which healing aid would best suit the situation.

Another blast sent you roughly to the ground, and you glared up at the manic angel. Oh now he would have to go, and you would damn well find a way to make it happen before you found your permadeath.

“We aren’t gonna last long unless we do something about him,” Vaggie yelled, and you couldn’t agree more.

“Pentious?” Your attention turned to Charlie watching something, and you turned to see that giant monstrosity of a war ship sail past towards Adam.

“That crazy mothafucka,” Angel said; the entire group turned to watch as a bright light formed at the front of the vessel. Could that actually work?

Your eyes widened when Adam seemed to notice the war ship behind him, and he blasted the entire vessel out of existence. ‘No…’ Oh Satan, if he still had that much power after fighting Alastor…

“Fuck… Ya did good, buddy,” Angel said quietly, his head bowing.

“No, no no no,” Charlie fell to her knees, shaking in grief as she worked to gather herself. Vaggie stepped close to her, moving to hold her love as angry tears filled the princess’s eyes.

“Charlie, I’m so sorry…”

The demon princess growled as she wiped the tears from her eyes and stood, her body going up in flame as she unleashed her demonic fury. Horns sprouted as she screeched out a hawk’s cry, a trident forming in her hand. Her red eyes glowed with a wrath that sent shivers down to your tail.

“Razzle! Dazzle!”

The two now very large dragons flew to crouch for their riders, and Charlie and Vaggie each mounted to fly.

“Let’s ride!” Charlie yelled, and the two giant beasts leapt into the air, their large wings sending your group stumbling from the wind.

Husk was first to recover, excitedly cheering the two on. “Yeah! Get ‘em!” As your small army cheered and watched the two fly to meet their opponents, you noticed many of the exorcists hanging back, not sure as what to do. You could take advantage of the situation. Or you could go help your shade treat angelic injuries. With an annoyed growl, you chose to zip over and begin shortening the line of injured cannibals.

Your shade greeted you with a chirp and happy nuzzling before zooming back to their current patient, and you set to work on the next demon waiting for treatment. It kept you occupied as booms and screams sounded around you. You felt well and truly in a war zone.

You had to pop several patients into a pocket dimension in order to quickly move everyone out of the way when a particularly vicious blast split the entire hotel clean in half. Holy fucking shitballs! The sheer power being thrown around was absolutely insane!

Once safely away from a brand new Adam-shaped crater, you deposited your stored patients gently on the ground, looking up to see none other than Lucifer fucking Morningstar. In all his infernal angelic glory. The sweet little bouncy man had completely transformed into a true visage of the devil you’d heard stories of up top. Damn, and he pulled. it. off! You could hear his demonic tone as he roared at Adam, holding his darling demon daughter in one arm.

“You come at me, and my daughter, don’t forget- you’re in my house, bitch!”

The demon king had set his daughter down, and now landed punch after bone crushing punch as he laughed maniacally. Oh how you wished Alastor were here to enjoy this wonderful show of wrath! Perhaps he was lingering in the shadows, enjoying the entertainment. The very thought helped to calm your raving heart.

Dear Charlie ran to her raging father and set a calming hand on his shoulder. “Woah, woah, Dad,” she soothed, “he’s had enough.”

The little devil put the giant ball of flame he’d been forming away and leapt out of the crater with Charlie, his breath heavy as he worked to contain himself. “Alright,” he said to his daughter, before glaring cockily down at the (surprisingly handsome) beaten angel. “How’s mercy taste, you little bitch?”

Well, fuck. Now you had a boner.

Panting as he crawled his way out of his crater, Adam growled his fury. “No. You don’t get to end this. I’m fucking Adam. I’m the fucking man and you’re just some fuckin’ clown or something! I started everything on Earth. All of mankind came from these fucking nuts. You all should be worshipping me, you ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers! Aaaahh!”

Your eyes widened as the tip of a blade shot through the Angel’s gut.

“Woahohoah!” Vaggie was beside herself with joy, cupping her face in her hands.

“Hey, you got something… stickin’ outta your… your thing there…” Lucifer said, looking thoroughly confused.

As the large angel fell on his face, you saw none other than little Niffty holding the killing blade. Oh, how proud you were! What a splendid, darling demon!

“Niffty!?” Charlie was aghast.

The little demon began stabbing the fallen angel with a renewed, maniacal vigor. “Stab! Stab! Stab!” She laughed, the cackling a delightful music to your ears. “Blood! Hahahahaha!”

The first man’s lieutenant cried out and ran to her superior. “Noooo! Sir! Sir! Stay with me, sir!” You noticed a small smile play on the fallen Angel’s lips as he looked up at her. “Adam!”

Charlie stepped forward, eyes firm as she glared down at the lieutenant. “It’s over.”

Lucifer stepped up beside his daughter, his crimson gaze hard. “Take your little friends and

Go home!!

… Please.”

My, he could change his demonic features so quickly! The small devil had changed from hellhound to cherub in a matter of seconds.

The lieutenant glared up at the two, grabbing the fallen Adam’s halo as she rose to her feet. “Retreat. All exorcists fall back!”

Her call was answered, and you watched in delighted disbelief as the angelic army rustled their wings and flew away to disappear back to Heaven.

Fucking shit! Did you actually survive? You were in utter shock at the fact. You survived! Your thoughts were interrupted when Lucifer offered an awkward, lighthearted, “Sooo… who’s up for pancakes?”

Little Niffty excitedly raised her hand and you giggled at the adorable demon. You couldn’t believe it- you had fucking survived! Where was your darling? Surely he would be waiting in the shadows to meet you.

As the group mourned for Sir Pentious, you wandered through the rubble. Where was Alastor?

“Darling?” You called softly. You waited for a sign- any signal or flare of aura to let you know your mate was okay.

“Alastor? Please answer me, my love,” your voice wavered, your throat tightening as your chest constricted. Why wasn’t he answering? Where did he go?!

Your shade split from you to zoom over the debris, chirping calls of both their special language, and the chittering they used for the demon himself. You were doing your best to stay calm, thankful for the battle shoes pointed toe as you leapt over slabs of concrete to search. You could hear the group singing together- a song of hope for a better future.

“Alastor!!” You screamed out for your mate, the panic giving way to a trembling grief as your shadows all searched. Your legs were shaking as you tried to hold your tears at bay. He was okay. He was okay. He had to be okay!!!

“Al… my love. Please…” ‘Don’t fall… You won’t get back up if you fall… He needs us,’ you told yourself, forcing yourself to take another step. One painful step at a time. The more ground you covered with no hint of his aura, his shadow, not even a poppet, the heavier your body felt. How long had you been searching? The group sang in the background, cheering themselves up as best they could with the loss of Pentious. Why weren’t they helping you look for Alastor? You knew Alastor had been there on orders, but surely they felt some sort of kinship with the overlord.

That’s when you felt it. Your head turned at the small flare of his aura, and that’s all you needed. Your feet flew you towards the broken radio tower, looking entirely uninhabitable. ‘Please be okay…’ Your speed would rival any sin or god. You zipped over to the wrecked tower and scented the air, your relief palpable when you caught his musk.

Looking around the structure, you found some of the rubble moved, and you dug your way in. It took a long while, but as you got closer to the trap door you heard his booming angry voice, muffled through the remaining debris. He was at least healthy enough to angrily sing, so hopefully that meant he was reasonably unharmed.

When finally you got to the trap door, you gingerly lifted it up to see your mate laughing like the big bad demon he was. Your shade shook and chittered in warning. You would need to approach with extreme caution.

“Darling?” Your voice was weak, cracking under the un shed tears. Rising from the trap door, you stood still as you worked to catch his attention. “Alastor?”

His head turned, and you saw a cornered animal within those crimson orbs. Your shadow warbled, holding your little darklings in check as they fought to neutralize the very real threat in front of you.

“Y/N! My dear!” He called you by your earth name, and your heart clenched. It was rare he used that name, usually using your preferred name or a pet name. It felt… off.

“My sweet mate, you are injured…” you gave a whine, your eyes trying to call him back to you. “May I treat your wounds, my heart?” You stepped closer to him, and his wild eyes widened to match that manic smile.

“Come dance with me, little pup,” he held out his large hand, and you took it without question. Whatever it took to touch him. To make sure. Make sure that he would survive this. Any mental wounds you would handle. After you were certain his body was safe.

A sweeping love song played, and you stepped in time with Alastor as he twirled you around the ruins of his radio tower. How you wished to just allow him to dance you into the night. Perhaps he would forgive you, and you could dance once again. When all of this was over. When he was safe.

The song drifted as it ended, and you saw your opportunity. You fluttered your lashes and cocked your head slightly, sending every signal you had in your arsenal. If you could just get him to take your bait.

As those crimson eyes narrowed and his lips quirked, your lips began to heat. With one last sweeping dip, Alastor pulled you back up to crash his lips against yours, and his body jolted.

And he fell into your arms.

You saw the second he understood what you had done to him, and it broke your heart. Laying him gently down, you placed your hand gently over the gaping wound covering his chest.

Tears poured unbidden, and you let them. How close had you come to truly losing him? You could live with him hating you after this. At least he would live.

Closing your eyes, you felt for any lingering holy energy. There was fucking plenty. How was he still alive? This was the worst wound you’d seen where the patient still had energy to fucking dance! But then again, he was strong. Stronger than any sinner you’d met before, and that’s saying something.

You weren’t certain you could heal this… Maybe Lucifer…

‘No, for now let’s get him stable and comfortable. We’ll observe his progress, and if it doesn’t get better, then we bring in the arch rival.’ Cupping his face, you let your tears fall as you willed him to feel how much you loved him.

“Please forgive me, my heart. I will take care of you,” you said, before pointing him into your pocket dimension.

———-////////————/////////————-////////——-

After three days, you decided it would be safe to let the poison leave Alastor’s system. You sat at the side of the bed you’d manifested in his little bayou you’d created, waiting for the signs of his movement. Waiting for the repercussions of your betrayal. You had at least snapped your outfit clean (thank you, darling mate, for helping you figure out blood), but you hadn’t showered or eaten. You’d just sat next him, telling stories of life, friends, murders. Anything you could think of to distract him from the helplessness he almost certainly felt. You sang when you couldn’t think of anything to say, and the days had passed oh so slowly. You were fairly certain you looked like a hot mess, puffy eyes and mussed up hair.

As Alastor slowly began moving his fingers, your ears pricked as you searched his eyes for what his next move would be. “Move slowly, Al. If you take it easy, you should recover fully. You do have a lovely new scar, but I think it only adds to your charm,” you said, a soft nervous smile playing on your lips.

Your shadows were back in your realm of darkness, and as Alastor’s form began contorting, you faintly wished you had kept them in yourself.

Those lovely eyes bled into black, and his irises flared into red radio dials, a bright green ‘X’ at his forehead. His body lengthened and antlers grew gnarled, his neck cracking and cocking as he sat up and stared you down.

With a grunt, you found yourself sprawled under the intimidating demon, and your heart clenched as you met his fierce gaze.

“You know, I could rip your soul apart, ma chér,”

came the demonic tenor. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and you were terrified.

“Please don’t rip your stitches, my heart,” you pled, your eyes beginning to well up once again. “You can hate me, but you can’t die.”

A whimper fell from your throat, and you saw Alastor’s eyes widen for a moment as he leaned back and away. That monstrous visage regarded you, and for a long moment you watched each other. Cautious. Reading.

“I could devour you right now,”

he said after the long silence, and the tears fell as you smiled for him.

“Take what you need, my heart,” came your wavering reply.

And he was on you.

As his lips met yours, his aura flared, wild and chaotic, and you responded to the call. Wrapping your arms around his long, crooked neck, you moaned as his kiss stole your breath away. He was hungry and messy as he fisted your hair, pulling roughly before his fangs ripped into your shoulder.

Screeching and bucking against his crooked form, you panted as he began feasting. You screamed when his teeth cracked your collarbone, and he growled against you, grinding his teeth into it. Fuck, he was a cruel demon. You saw the sadistic pleasure in his eyes as he watched you writhe in pain.

He took every piece of flesh he could find, and you loved him so very much. He was so very lovely covered in your blood. Your heart felt like it could give out any moment, and you fought through the blinding pain.

“I don’t know how to deal with you…”

His soft words broke through the throbbing pain, and you turned your eyes to his demonic form. You couldn’t answer even if you had one. Your vocal chords were shredded. Idly, you supposed this was quite the role reversal, but you doubted he was feeling nursely. The monster beside you was every inch the Radio Demon of legend, and you loved him so very much.

“I thought I was stronger than this. Better than this. Oh, mon cœur…”

You watched your darling break, his form going back to normal as he shook. How you wanted to hold him, tell him it was okay. Tell him he could take more- take your heart and crush it under his hoofs, if only it would help. Time passed as he shook and sobbed.

When you felt strong enough to speak, you cleared your throat, catching his attention as a cute ear swiveled in your direction.

“I love you,” you croaked out, trying to move your hand to hold his, but you had more healing to do.

That started the sobbing anew, and you could only watch as the man you loved ripped at his hair, growling as radio static filled the air. Your heart ached for the broken man.

Another hour and you could finally move, your hand resting gently on his shoulder and he flinched, before deflating, and those lovely eyes turned to you.

“I love you,” you repeated, braving to move your hand to cup his cheek. You saw more tears well, and you felt your own throat tighten.

“You shouldn’t. I hurt you.”

“I gave my permission, Alastor,” you said, rubbing your thumb to catch a stray tear.

“I would have attacked you even without it. I wanted nothing more than to hurt you… in that moment. I’m just like my fucking father.”

Hardening your eyes, you sent your hand flying to slap Alastor. “Say that again, and I’ll pull your guts out with a barbed wire crank wheel.”

That had the desired effect, shocking the demon to stillness. He stared at you and you glared back.

Finally, his head fell and his shoulders shook as he began to laugh.

“You’re the only person in this wide universe that would survive being mauled by the Radio Demon and slap him like a naughty child afterward.”

Your heart lightened when his smile softened on you, and you smiled back. “Well, if I smell bullshit, I gotta wipe it off,” you replied.

He laughed and you joined him, feeling at ease for the first time in a month. He was alive. He was safe. He was sane… well, the Alastor type of sane. You would be okay.

A week passed as you nursed your mate to mostly health, and you decided you would ask Lucifer for help once Alastor felt ready to go back to the hotel. He was gaining strength, but the angry gash you’d stitched wasn’t healing at all. It worried you, but at least it wasn’t infected.

When finally your darling felt he could rest no longer, you sent him off with a kiss, making him promise to take it easy and telling him you’d be checking on him every day. He just chuckled and kissed you before leaving.

Maybe that song of hope Charlie sang would come to fruition. Maybe, with a bit of elbow grease and a lot of patience, there could one day be…

A happy day in Hell.

The End.

Author’s Note:

Holy fucking shitballs! I cannot believe I’m actually finishing a project, much less a writing one! A little about me- I’ve been struggling with trauma disorders and chronic pain for years and this right here is the first thing in at least 6 years that I’ve started and completed. I know it’s just a smutty indulgent fanfic, but I feel proud of it, and that’s the first time in a long time I’ve been able to say that about anything. This show and community have been such a wonderful experience, and I can’t wait for season 2. Plus all of the wonderful art and fics! HH has been such a comfort, Alastor being my favorite comfort character, because to me he’s a safe person. Don’t get me wrong he’ll eat the shit outta you, but that’s all. He’s the bear I choose over the creep yelling his frustration over women preferring to run into a bear when alone in the woods. Granted, that’s if his comic is canon. Pretty sure it is. Basically the guy sees rape as distasteful as bad meat and I feel that.

Thank you so much for reading and encouraging me to keep going. It really means the world to me. I think I’ll be trying to finish up I Turned the Corner next, and am currently working on a plot line for my own little season two, so until next time- Stay Tuned… 🖤

[rickmymanrick]

one rule | the walking dead

[ rick grimes x original female character! ]

there's only one rule in the new world… survive.

In which best friends Daphne Ayala and Glenn Rhee form a ring of survivors that would pave the way for the new world.

** This story will eventually have a Rick Grimes romance (SLOW BURN) but focuses on Daphne's story after the fall. It may deviate from the events of the tv show and at times won't follow a specific script or season. There will be switching POVs (Characters/1st/3rd Person).

chapters!

prologue —

in the present time, rick grimes experiences what hell on earth truly is.

chapter one ; partners —

unbeknownst to them, best friends glenn rhee and daphne ayala spend the last 48 hours of normalcy they’ll ever have before their lives are changed forever.

chapter two ; the evacuation —

the statewide evacuation is underway and it goes terribly wrong terribly fast. daphne and glenn undergo an impromptu rescue mission and soon their group of two becomes a group of 5.

chapter three ; the group —

it's been a month since the complete collapse of civilization. when daphne and glenn realize this is their new way of life, they begin to strategize the best ways of survival. along with the new members of the group, they fall into a steady routine, until a one-sided fight breaks out and everything is knocked out of order.

chapter four ; the idiot in the tank —

a supply run goes wrong and daphne finds herself reunited with an old acquaintance. old feelings unwillingly resurface but she forgets one big glaring problem back at camp.

chapter five ; maneater --

glenn and rick try out a new technique in order to survive and reunite with the rest of the group. back at camp, daphne and shane reach an understanding.

chapter six ; love rectangle —

rick confides in daphne for reasons unknown to her. as she offers him counsel, daphne is also grappling with conflicting feelings of her own.

chapter seven ; chef boyardee —

the plan goes wrong. daphne and glenn find themselves in a precarious situation but at least they have each other, right?

chapter eight ; the attack —

in a rush to deescalate what they presumed was merle's fury on camp, daphne and the crew arrive to something terrifyingly different.

extras;

rick’s pov (chapter six)

Important Character Info:

Daphne Ayala. She's a 23-year-old Latina woman who's working towards becoming a detective (hopefully for the FBI or some higher agency one day). As part of her training, she has to complete a few years of service in whatever local police department has an opening. You can see where this is going right? Her best friend is Glenn Rhee, with whom she shares an apartment with, and they're practically attached at the hip.

Rick Grimes has been aged down a bit though his actual age was never mentioned in the show. I imagine he's around 29, nearing 30 at the beginning of season 1. That would make Carl 9 years old (rather than 12 as he was in the show).

Hello AO3/Tumblr! I write under the pseudonym, Elle (She/Her)! I'm a Caribbean, South American brown writer who loves wayyy too many universes/fandoms lol. Current hyperfixation-- you guessed it: The Walking Dead. I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to comment anything that comes to mind while reading. I absolutely love reading what you all have to say (I have previously written for Wattpad and Tumblr).

ORIGINALLY TITLED THE TRAIL OF ANNIHILATION

[loversfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed atlas shephard walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who he is ? they kind of look like michael cimino and i could be wrong but i think that they might be twenty-five years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last three years. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of chandler bing from friends. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at heights community center as an event coordinator. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the robin of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty circumspect at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty allocentric to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that two bedroom apartment beside me over in mango bay. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you! 

STATS:

full name :       atlas orion shephard nickname(s) :       n / a birthplace :       ranchos palos verdes, california date of birth :       august 30, 1999 parentage :       david shephard ii & giulia shephard sibling(s) :      marco shephard-yang (36), sadie shephard (32), david shephard iii (29), scout shephard (27) relationship status :       single gender identity :       cis man ( he/him ) sexual orientation :       heterosexual faceclaim :  michael cimino

BACKGROUND: (tw: adoption, mentions of neglect)

alejandro maldonado is six months old when the state of california deems his parents unfit to take care of their son. the social worker in charge of his case knows a family looking to add a member to their family. a baby, no less.

so, alejandro luis maldonado guzman becomes little atlas orion shephard ( the shephards feel as though they're honoring his birth family by keeping his first initial a ).

however, joining a family with two other kids is no easy feat -- especially when the parents have no intention of actually caring for their children.

the shephards are well off business people, which is how they get away with being such absent parents. they live in a big house, they take elaborate christmas cards, and they attend a school event here and there when it's convenient for them.

it wasn't all bad, though. as they grew up, sadie would read her assigned chapter books to him and clark would allow him to scribble on a sheet of paper next to him while he was making his own sketch.

there were a few nannies in the picture, but that all went away when the shephards decided the oldest (sadie and marco, now that he'd joined the family) were old enough to start taking care of the rest of them.

the shephards were trying to craft the perfect kid, which means they all got wildly different extra curriculars assigned to them. atlas had originally gotten soccer, but after his first game where he cried because he got hit with a ball, his dad was too embarrassed to take him back. they enrolled him in piano lessons shortly after ( because at least then he could entertain their friends ).

he loved all of his siblings, but in a young atlas' eyes, marco and sadie were not his siblings. all of his earliest memories include marco playing outside with him and sadie helping him with his homework. they were very much surrogate parents, while clark and scout were actually his siblings. it was every day the oldest two were mediating a fight between any combination of the youngest three.

being the youngest of five made it very hard to find himself outside of the shadow of the other four. it was a lot to live up to. who was atlas shephard ?

atlas, to put it nicely, had a very needy personality. he needed a lot of attention and reassurance, and he was not getting that from his parents. he'd get it from his siblings when they had it to give, but sometimes they just didn't.

living in the shadow of his siblings just made him awkward. he mumbles, he second guesses himself, he frequently puts his foot in his mouth… if he couldn’t even navigate his household, how was he going to navigate the world?

marco and sadie did the best they could, but atlas could just never understand why the parents who went through all the trouble of adopting him couldn't just spend a day with him. insecurity grew within him, and he was constantly changing his personality to see what would get him the most attention. he'd tried succeeding academically like sadie, rebelling ( in the best way atlas could ) like clark, and talking their ear off like scout. at the end of the day, his parents were simply not interested in it. and, even if they were, they had FIVE CHILDREN -- they had so many people to give attention to.

he wonders why the people who give birth to him hadn't been interested in working to keep him, why the people who supposedly wanted him didn't want him.

he's thirteen years old when marco moves away, and it shakes him a bit. he feels himself shrink without the man who helped shape who he was. beginning middle school around the same time was kind of a nightmare for atlas.

still, it's around that time he finds a little bit of himself. he realizes people care less about you when you make them laugh. he wasn't exactly gunning for class clown or anything, but the jokes and sarcasm come out easily enough when you hate yourself don't take yourself too seriously.

for the most part, he coasts through school. gets decent grades ( and has access to good tutors when he doesn't ), continues to play the piano ( but has no interest in composing his own music ), and makes enough jokes to distract outsiders from the insanity that is his family.

when it’s time for college, he asks himself: what is the best form of revenge for a family who only cares about appearances? actually caring for those with less. he’d never understood his parents obsession with raising money to LOOK GOOD and not actually caring about those who needed the help.

he goes to school for business, just to buy himself time. worse comes to worse, he starts his own business to help others.

he's nineteen when sadie leaves for florida, and it's yet another hit to his core. he still lives at home and is commuting to school, so he notices as each sibling leaves the nest. well, everyone but him.

and, even as one of the last to leave the shephard house, it still isn't enough to bring him much attention. there's small talk with his parents over coffee in the morning, but that's really the extent of it. they pay for his education, and he goes. it's transactional for all of them.

once he graduates, he makes his way to palmview ( definitely following sadie ). during his tour of the town, he makes a point to stop by the community center and sees they need an event coordinator. it seems like the perfect gig, and although he’s young, it doesn’t seem like many were jumping at the chance for the job.

he’s three years into the job, and he’s loved getting to meet the people in his town– kids and adults alike. he doesn’t often participate in his events, but he’s always there to see how others are enjoying them ( and to make sure everything runs smoothly ).

PERSONALITY:

as stated above, he’s quite awkward !!! either doesn’t think before he speaks or thinks too hard before he speaks … no in between

lowkey loves attention ( was obvs deprived of it ) but he’ll never admit thattttttt

can be a bit of an emo boy when the topic of family is brought up -- he sees the good in all of his siblings and loves them each for who they are, but that didn't make their situation any less difficult.

has a love / hate relationship with the winter months … has fond memories of the holidays growing up, but also knows they were jus for show … but also loves how busy the holiday season is !!!

has kind of settled into the “normal guy” role … He’s Just A Guy

very caring, though… has definitely lost a lot of money replacing jackets / hoodies he’s just handing out to people ….. quite literally giving the jacket off his back …..

he’s not a confident speaker in general … not the thoughts he shares … not the volume he speaks at … is always mumbling your chara will have to tell him to SPEAK UP !!!

[fullscoreshenanigans]

What ages do you think each GP member was shipped out?

I have a headcanon that the older members (Oliver, zack, Paula) are neurodivergent because they were shipped at a young age and probably didn’t do well at standardized testing of grand valley because they have been at goldy pond for years

(rather than months compared to some newer members. I think Pepe was the most recent?)

You're right about Pepe!

(Chapter 69 & 70 Extras | Mystic Code Book Chapter 3 Q&A)

He's the only one whose shipment age is officially confirmed.

My guesses:

1. Adam: 14 at most, but probably younger (shipped in late 2045) 2. Gillian: 7/8 (2038) 3. Nigel: 8/9 (2038) 4. Oliver: 9/10 (2037; confirmed to have been at GP the longest out of the group, chapter 69 says he's somewhere between these ages when he's shipped) 5. Paula: 9 (2037) 6. Pepe: 16 (2045) 7. Sandy: 12 (2040) 8. Sonya: 9 (Early 2038) 9. Theo: 12 (Late 2045/January 2046) 10. Violet: 10-12 (2042-2044) 11. Zack: 10 (2037)

Without exact dates, the ages and years might be a bit off because I'm mostly focusing on their birth years, but within a year of error hopefully for everyone except Sandy and Violet, for whom I have the least amount of information to go off of so it's just personal vibes.

Reasoning under the cut:

Oliver, Paula, and Zack have been a part of the most recent incarnation of the Goldy Pond Resistance the longest, with Oliver being there the longest out of the three per the chapter 69 extra since he was either nine or ten. We also see flashbacks of them together.

(Chapter 85 | Chapter 95)

From here, all we have to go on is the "Two Wills" story of the third light novel that focuses on Gillian and Nigel.

In this conversation with Emma on January 29, 2046, Nigel says it took him eight years to create one of the guns they use in their plan.

I'm assuming the ages provided in the extras are their ages on the day they met Emma, so a few months later on March 27 of that year Nigel turns seventeen. 2045 (when he's sixteen) minus eight is 2037, when he's eight years old, but without exact dates and rounding going on this could also be in 2038 when he's nine.

Depending on how long it took Oliver and companions to recognize his technical knowledge, which probably wasn't more than a few hunts in.

Similar to how it didn't take long for Gillian's sister to be recruited for the cause.

Gillian and Nigel arrived at Goldy Pond within a few days of each other, if not on the same day, for the two of them, Nigel's younger sister Lala, and Emilia to all experience their first hunt together. Gillian is a year younger than Nigel, so she's shipped to Goldy Pond when she's seven/eight.

"A boy a little older than [Nigel]" is referring to Oliver, who's already shown an aptitude for leadership for him to start taking on the duty of announcements to the new arrivals, couldn't have been there for too much longer than Nigel, so my guess is he arrived at Goldy Pond in 2037 around the time he turned nine.

Sonya is also shown to have arrived before Nigel and Gillian, yet she arrived after Oliver, Paula, and Zack, as she's not featured in any of those early flashbacks with them, so my guess is she also arrived in the first half of 2038 before she turned ten on June 3 of that year.

This only thing that throws me off with all this is this page from chapter 77 because of how small and young Lala looks at the time of her death while Nigel looks like he's the same as he does in the present.

And shortly after she's murdered is when Gillian and Nigel go off on their own to try and kill Luce with an unfinished gun and fail, but the description makes it sound like it's near completion with the damage it's able to do to Luce's mask. It's hard to say, but with the light novel being published in October 2020 and the Goldy Pond arc being published in 2018, it's possible they retconned Lala into being older, or that there was actually a much larger gap between then and Nigel finally perfecting the weapon and ammunition.

But whenever this incident occurs, Sandy has also been around long enough to be integrated into the Resistance.

As this is the only time he's mentioned throughout the entire light novel. Violet's only mentioned during the conversations in the present day when Emma's talking to Gillian and Nigel about their pasts, so it seems safe to say she's the newest member of the Resistance after Pepe and has probably been with them for at least a year, so she was shipped out in 2044 at the latest.

My arbitrary designation for her shipment is sometime between 2042 and 2044 because of my personal headcanon that she only realized she was a trans girl after being shipped out, but she's had enough time to settle into her identity in her new environment surrounded by the new friends who support her. With the farms acting as institutions of violent oppression, I like the symbolism of kids coming into themselves once they've been removed from those restrictive environments they grew up in when they were unaware of the reality of their world.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 3)

Your headcanon of neurodivergence being a factor in determining which kids are shipped out early before 17 at Grand Valley could also fall into this, which I think is cool. Thrown away due to narrow, arbitrary metrics of success, and becoming the menace that dismantles them thanks to the very reasons they were discarded.

Back to Sandy, he has to arrive sometime before Violet, so 2040 when he's 12. Just because.

Finally, there's Adam, who was at Lambda at least until November 2045 because he sees Norman there.

(Chapter 75)

But he has to have been at Goldy Pond for a bit for him to become the doorman for the resistance, so he was probably sent there in November or December of 2045.

(Chapter 72 | Chapter 73 | Mystic Code Book Chapter 3 Q&A)

Lambda 7214 did not exist fifteen years ago when James left this message, and the timeline in the mystic code book doesn't provide us with a date for when it was completed, though it's probably in the 2030s.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 5)

With the experiments that take place at Lambda resulting in Hayato and Jin being born two days before Conny's shipment on October 12, 2045, and having them look as old as teenagers in October 2047 when Emma's group meets them, Adam could be anywhere from one to fourteen when he arrives at Goldy Pond. I go with eleven if I'm indulging in the Adam and Norman are twins theory.

[azuramarigold]

"Cursed Vessel" - a Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic

Reposting this for some extra flair I guess since I got information about dividers.

CONTENT WARNING: Work contains depictions of violence and gore, use of swearing, smoking of tobacco, and alcohol.

Each chapter has trigger warnings in the beginning notes due to the nature of the chapter.

Banner credit to https://saradika.tumblr.com/

Cursed Energy gif credit to https://ko-fi.com/setermd/shop

Summary:

Even at the age of five Yuji Itadori knew something was wrong - he woke up with horrible nightmares and terrible burning sensations all over his body, and there was always a "mean voice" in his head that won't go away. His grandfather decided it was time to take him to an old friend that could possibly help him with this new issue. Kento Nanami was extremely disinterested with the Jujutsu world after his best friend was killed during a mission the year prior. When a new mission came up for rescuing a little boy who happens to be the vessel of "The King of Curses", Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami was forced to go on the mission.

TLDR: Basically the story is that Yuji becomes Sukuna's vessel at a younger age and his relation to him is more known, so Jujutsu High has to protect him/save him from weirdos. Nanami is the main caretaker. Gojo likes to be there because he's Gojo. Takes place Spring 2008, so it's after Hidden Inventory/Premature Death.

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 45.2k words (posted to Tumblr), on AO3 there is 129k

Master list - All available on AO3 Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End Chapter 2: The Mean Voice Chapter 3: Mission Start Chapter 4: Brat and Kuna Chapter 5: Seven to Three Chapter 6: Incarnation Chapter 7: To Kyoto Chapter 8: What is Being Evil? Chapter 9: A Child of Potential Calamity Chapter 10: Bingo Chapter 11: Meet Up Chapter 12: Bad and Good Luck Chapter 13: Welcome Home - pending Chapter 14: Realization - pending Chapter 15: Probability - pending Chapter 16: The Siblings - pending Chapter 17: Yoshinaga and Co. - pending Chapter 18: The Monk and Their King - pending Chapter 19: Tracking Yuji - pending Chapter 20: Clear Evidence - pending Chapter 21: Sickening - pending Chapter 22: Proposition - pending Chapter 23: Gone - pending Chapter 24: The Plan - pending Chapter 25: Quite Cursed - pending Chapter 26: Let's Go Home - pending Chapter 27: Adjusting - pending Chapter 28: That's Not What They Look Like - pending Chapter 29: Of Law and Curses - pending Chapter 30: Human Nature - pending Chapter 31: The Zen'in Clan - pending

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Jaune Arc

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Detours to You - 29

Hello all, Here we are with another chapter. Two more and we have our end. This chapter has a bit of drama but it's just related to Rowan's job.

Hope you will enjoy it.

MASTERLIST

The seasons had slowly turned once more and autumn was in full swing bringing a chill in the air and painting the streets and parks of Orynth in hues of oranges and reds. Rowan had been really busy at work. During the previous months he had started some of the project that were important to him, with the blessing of the commissioner, a few of his firehouses, had a bit of a shakedown after he made changes and got rid of the Perringtons in an attempt to make the job even safer. The man had been found guilty and had been removed from the TFD after the death of the three firefighters. The investigation had assessed that he had been the cause of the death of those men. It had been like they had lost them again. But the changes had been welcomed across all of his firehouses. It was still not a perfect system but he had seen great progress in the TFD. They had also opened a new station in a more remote area of the city that had been suffering from lack of proper coverage. The station was north and his house was now in that jurisdiction. Because of the location, and the fact that the land was under the Rangers dominion, the firefighters appointed had to undergo very specific training in dealing with forests and they had had to train in fighting wildfires to the highest level. Station 20 had a unique status and Fenrys had become its captain. It had been a no brainer for Rowan. The man had always loved challenges, he was the one who had taken all the extra training courses in hazmat and other specific activities. He had been captain only for a few months but he was doing a grand job. He hoped they would not have to deal with any wildfires, mostly because his house was on forest land and he selfishly loved it.

In the past few months his house had become his safe haven with Aelin and Maya. His mum had moved to a house down in the village but as she promised she had been extra helpful, especially when Aelin needed help. 

Aelin, who was now almost at full term and still working, notwithstanding her parents and his mum adding to his protest to go on maternity leave.

Rhoe would apologise for passing his stubbornness to his daughter.

Maya as promised had been helping him and he and Aelin had involved their daughter in every step of the pregnancy. They had bought her a book for her age to explain about what was happing to her mum, they had taken her to some of the checkups and the girl had been excited at seeing her brother on the black and white screen. She was a proud big sister and loved to tell everyone.

Their lives had slowly settled down and he and Aelin had decided to wait until their child was born to get married. He had thought about eloping but then decided against it. He wanted his parents and his friends on the day. But both he and Aelin had agreed on a low key event.

On that crispy autumn day he was in his car back to his office when his radio became alive with a call. Rowan switched on the sirens and went to the fire site.

*

Aelin was done being pregnant. Tired of her swollen feet, aching back and useless bladder. She probably should start listen to Rowan and actually stay at home but the idea horrified her. She wanted to be in her shop with her friends. Plus Samhain was getting closer and they were getting ready to host and event. This was the last one she kept repeating herself as she collapsed on her chair in her office. Her belly had felt tight all day and had felt contractions all day. She was positive it had been Braxton Hicks since they had been still quite spread out. With Maya had all happened so fast that she had not gone through the slowly labour progression described in the books. No, once her daughter had decides she was done staying inside her she had forced her way out. 

“You are going to behave better than your sister, yes? You still have two weeks.” She caressed her bump and her son kicked in reply. He had been really active that day.

Aelin went to the loo for the millionth time that day and then decided to join Lys and Elide at the front.

“Hey fatso! Miss us?”

Aelin groaned. Her back was screaming.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed out heavily “baby here is quite active today.” In that instant a much stronger contraction hit her and Aelin froze. That was definitely not Braxton Hicks. It had been far too long.

She followed Lysandra and sat down at the counter.

“Do you have your bag in your car?”

“Lys, it’s not time yet.”

His friends scoffed “that’s what you said with Maya. Five hours later you were in hospital with a baby girl in your arms.”

“I am—” another powerful contraction. Aelin counted the time. Another long one. She was okay. It was not labour.

“You are what?”

“I am fine.”

“You stay put and are on till duty only.”

Aelin looked at Elide “I wonder if Aedion knows how bossy she is.”

“Oh your dear cousin loves me bossy.”

“Ewww, Lys.”

The woman walked away laughing and leaving her with Elide.

“I bet all of this is putting you off from being pregnant.”

Elide’s stare darkened “not really.” She said quietly “Lor and I have been seeing a fertility specialist. We have been trying for months but nothing happens. According to the doctor we are both fine I just…” her friend paused and Aelin extended her arms for a hug “why is it so hard?”

“El, it will happen. Are you guys trying any treatments?”

The woman nodded “We have the first appointment in a week.”

“Good. Now go and be with Lys, I have the till under control. I will place some orders from here.”

It was an hour later when Aelin had started to feel worse. And it was when her last contraction lasted far too long that she had started to think that maybe, maybe she was in labour.

“El?”

“What?”

“I think…” she breathed through the pain “I think I am in labour.”

“Holy shit. Lys!” She shouted looking for the friend.

“What’s happening.”

“The baby is coming.”

They both stared at Aelin holding her bump.

“You two,” ordered Lys “go to the hospital, I close the shop and follow.”

Elide nodded and started walking with Aelin when she stopped “what is it?”

Aelin looked down and saw a puddle at her feet “I guess that was my water…”

At the hospital they got Aelin admitted and settled. The doctor had confirmed that she was in active labour but was only two centimetres dilated. It was still a long road.

“Have you tried calling Rowan?”

“He is not answering.”

Aelin swore. Whether it was from the pain of the frustration she did not know. 

“I’ll try Lor.” When her husband failed to answer too she suspected they were working “Lorcan is not answering either, I guess they are on a call.”

“Of course, I am in labour and there’s a friggin emergency.”

“I have a friend at dispatch.” Elide dialled the number and spoke to her friend at the centre that allocated emergencies to first responders. “Ok, thank you, Evangeline.”

“What?” Asked Aelin at her friend’s face.

“One of the tunnels of the metro has collapsed on top a train in a spot in-between stations.”

Aelin froze “put the tv on” and Rowan’s face appeared on the screen. He was in his bunker gear with his white helmet on. She knew he hated talking to the press.

“We still don’t know what caused it. Our main priority now is to rescue the passengers and put out the fire.”

The reporters asked him why the rescue had taken so long and she saw him restrain his anger “the collapse has happened between Market and South End stations. It’s quite a long tunnel and the metro was in the central part,” he explained “we had to wait for the power to be cut off and we also had to carry all of our equipment down here and create a bridgehead as quickly as humanly possible. My men are making progress inside and fighting the fire at the same time.”

“What do you expect to find inside?”

Rowan remained silent and excused himself saying that he had to go back to work.

In that instant Lysandra stormed inside the room “did you see?”

Both nodded and Lysandra sat down on a chair “I was about to take the metro to avoid rush hour traffic…” a pause “I… I could have been on that train.”

All the afternoon they kept the tv on for updates. Aelin battled through her labour slowly progressing. She had called her parents and Eiddwen but told them to stay put for the time being as nothing was happening and Lys and Elide were already doing a great job at fussing. Eiddwen was due to pick up Maya from hockey practice and she hoped by that time her brother would be born and Rowan back with them.

She followed the disaster with his two friends and the three of them had fun insulting the reporters making stupid suggestions and theories. The whole situation seemed to develop slowly and as Rowan had said in his brief interview, getting access was very hard and they had a fire to battle too. The situation got worse when the ground above started to crack. The traffic had been stopped, and the buildings in the surrounding area evacuated. The commissioner had also joined the scene to help while Rowan was down below dealing with one emergency.

“You have chosen the worst day ever to come out, baby.” She patted her bump “your dad is over there trying to help as many people as possible.”

*

It was many hours later when Rowan finally emerged from underground. His men had fought the fire and then it had started the gruelling and slow process of trying and find some survivors. It had been one of the worst call of his career. The first two cars had been heavily buried under tons of cement, leaving no survivors. The end cars had fared better and a lot of them manage to get to safety thanks to a metro employee on his day off. He had opened the door of his car and had started guiding the passengers to the escape exits the had built along the tunnels. While he was ferrying the people in his car he had started using his phone torch to attract the attention of the passengers of other cars. He had saved two cars before the explosion engulfed the tunnel. Rowan had joined in in the rescue mission as soon as they finally managed to advance but as they progressed they knew they would find no survivors. It was when the call came about the road above at risk of collapse that he called for the retreat but as he was about to walk away, his head-torch illuminated a section under the metro carriage where he saw a group of people huddled together and alive. Lorcan had called his team and quickly they had evacuated them. Not long after they had reached safety the rest of the tunnel collapsed and a few cars plunged in the darkness. The rescue had been conducted from above and the passengers saved.

He was exhausted, his soul aching at all the lives that they had lost on that day. It had a been a fucking disaster. Every first responder’s nightmare.

Once outside he took a deep breath of fresh air until Asterin grabbed him and showed a mask on his face “no complaints, chief. It’s protocol. You all breathed shit for hours down there.”

“Victims.”

“Chief, you deployed mass casualty protocol. We have all the ambulances in the city deployed. We can use two to treat the first responders.”

He sat on the ambulance in silence until Asterin was happy and let him go. He reached the commissioner and saw the sinkhole that had opened in the middle of a busy intersection.

“Rowan,” the man patted his shoulder “terrible day.”

“We tried…” he apologised.

“I know. You and your men have done a fantastic job.”

Rowan felt they had not done enough.

“I know what you are thinking and I need you to stop feeling guilty.” The commissioner turned him to a group of people just as dirty as they all were “that man was a metro employee. He managed to evacuate two cars via the safety exits built in the tunnels.”

Rowan gasped “only two.”

Commissioner Darrow nodded “it’s all he managed. He ran out of time.” He added with sorrow in his voice “it was just before the fire hit.”

Rowan went to the man and shook his hand, then removed the ribbon with insignia of the the medal of valour that he had been given and pinned it on the man “this is a medal of valour that I have been given a while ago. I think that you deserve it more than me for what you have done today.”

“I am a train conductor, I used to drive the metro before the safety tunnels were built. I lost friends and colleagues in the massive fire of fifteen years ago.” The man explained with deep grief in his voice “I never thought that I would end up using them. I am just sorry I could not save more.”

Rowan placed his hands on his shoulders “you saved two cars. Fifty odd people will be able to go home tonight to their families because of you.”

He spent a good half an hour walking around the survivors and talk to them. Then he paused and looked around. That section of the city looked like a mess, with the big hole in the middle, blue lights flashing, police tape everywhere, as many fire trucks and engines that could be squeezed and a few ambulances left behind to treat the survivors that had not needed the hospital.

It was another two hours later when the commissioner sent them all packing, saying that now was in the hand of the transport commission to ascertain what happened. Rowan threw his bunker gear in his pick up and then emptied a water bottle on his head. His face was verging on black. He sat in his car and saw his personal phone dead and cursed. Then he grabbed his work phone and found a scary amount of missed call. From Aelin, from Lys and Elide.

With shaky hands he grabbed the phone. Not another tragedy. He had enough for one day.

“Ae?”

“Rowan!” She screamed.

“Where are you? What happened?”

“Our son, he is coming.”

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Think about a “fuck or die” situation for 10Rose but it’s set right before Doomsday. So the Doctor avoids the whole subject immediately after because I def agree that 10 would not have sex in a romantic setting without telling Rose he loved her. And it’s ROSE, of course it’s not going to “mean nothing” to him, even if it is to strictly save her life. So he panics and they have an adventure as a distraction. Or they go back to Earth. Idk the timeline is whatever, I’m too high to remember. Then they accidentally kidnap Jackie, which is like, extra awkward. And then Rose is gone.

Angst.

Okay, so, I’m a slut for the Fuck-or-Die; it may be my favorite smut trope — but I’ve already got three WIPs for two different ships beneath that trope, and as you can imagine, it’s a lot. I love this suggestion, though!

My dear friend @bronzeagepizzeria wrote a one-shot with ALMOST that exact premise for my birthday a couple of years ago (sans the last couple of sentences) — I’d love it if you checked it out! I’ll throw it right here, right beneath…

✨My Favorite Shag/Fuck-or-Die Fics:✨

These are true shag-or-dies — they’re not “we have to look like we’re shagging — whoops, we’re aroused, might as well fuck” fics, nor “this aphrodisiac will make you want to die if we don’t fuck” fics (though I do have recs that fit both of those categories — that’s for a different list)

You may notice it’s a pretty short list — that’s because there’s a horrific shortage of these stories! Apologies if you’ve read them all already.

The Surrender by @bronzeagepizzeria (3k; one-shot)

Marked by banana_daiquiri (20k; three chapters)

Love Don’t Roam by @megabadbunny (6k; one-shot)

Desperate Measures by @demdifferentstories-29 (27k; four chapters)

Syngenesis by neonheartbeat (16k; three chapters)

✨Self-rec:✨

Bloodstream (200k; 27 chapters; it’s only that long because I didn’t skip one second of smut)

(I’ve also got this WIP and this WIP that may look abandoned, but they’re not, I swear 😂)